A night of silence.

In the early morning, Ye Jingtang leaned against the wall and paid attention to the disturbance outside.

Niaoniao squatted in his arms, maybe because of the presence of outsiders, his sleeping position was slightly normal, but he just tilted his head.

Luo Nuxia didn't seem to be sleeping deeply. Every quarter of an hour, she would turn over and secretly glance at him, probably to see if he had touched Zhe Yunli.

Zhe Yunli was calm, leaning three feet away, holding the knife without moving at all, and did not lean on his shoulder in the middle of the night.

The east is gradually whitening.

When Ye Jingtang saw the point, he stood up with Niaoniao in his arms. Unexpectedly, the girl next to him drew his sword half an inch out and looked at him warily.

"what you do?"

"Go out and do some work."

Ye Jingtang patted his robe and motioned to the room:

"Do you think I'm just like you people from high-ranking sects, doing nothing but eating and drinking?"

Zhe Yunli blinked, put away the knife, stood up and patted his perky butt:

"What do you do? Do you want help?"

Luo Ning, who was on the bed, propped up her upper body after hearing the words, feeling sleepy:

"Yunli!"

After a night's rest, Luo Ning regained most of her complexion, and her original appearance began to show. She propped up her body like a lazy young woman, with her long hair flowing like waves, and her sleepy and angry peach blossom eyes, which were enough to make the drowsy girl People wake up instantly and make people who are awake fall into confusion.

Yesterday, Ye Jing Tang felt that Luo Ning's appearance was extraordinary. When he saw her again in the morning, she felt that she was even more fairy-like. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a fairy who was deceived by the Cowherd into returning home, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Seeing that Ye Jingtang was looking at her, Luo Ning lay down and pulled up the quilt to cover her body, her eyes slightly cold.

Seeing Luo Ning's difficulty, Zhe Yunli responded with a smile:

"Master Wife, I'm not going out to play, I'm just looking for information. It's safer to follow him."

Ye Jingtang went out with a knife: "You are safe, what should I do? I am not your accomplice. If you attract the six evil spirits of Heiya, I can neither fight nor run. Wouldn't it involve me?" "

"I'm pretending to be your wife, there should be no one..."

"Yunli!"

Luo Ning turned around and was furious!

Zhe Yunli said helplessly: "It's just a joke..."

"What kind of prank?"

Luo Ning got angry when she heard these words, and asked Yunli to pretend to be the wife of this little thief. She would definitely be taken advantage of, and she had already...

Then it’s no longer like a master and a disciple serving the same husband...

"How can you, a girl who has not left the court, do such a show?"

Zhe Yunli thought about it and said, "Then I pretend to be his sister...eh?"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jingtang had already disappeared outside the courtyard gate...

——

On the other side, Tianshui Bridge, the Pei family mansion.

It was just dawn, and Pei Xiangjun was sitting in the main hall, tapping the table with his fingers and frowning.

On the main seat, Mrs. Zhang Yulian, the widow of the eldest member of the Pei family, sat, with a sad look on her eyebrows. She held a white porcelain tea cup in her hand and gently rubbed the rim of the cup with the lid:

"The Jianghu people outside are becoming more and more unkind. Wang Xiangzhu went to the Zhou family to visit and talk about the Qingjiang Wharf. He didn't even see the leaders, so he asked the housekeeper to come out to receive him... Our Qinglong Hall has fallen to this point. Tiandi, what kind of face do you have to order the hall masters of Honghua Building..."

"Sister-in-law, how could I not know these things? In the world of martial arts, you only have to look at your fists..."

Mrs. Zhang's position in Jianghu is regarded as the 'Mrs. of the Gang Leader'. Now that the eldest and second eldest son of the Pei family have passed away, only her son Pei Luo is left. Pei Luo has no talent for martial arts and is the only child, so she does not dare to take over the Jianghu industry. Tell your son, besides counting on the Sanniang in front of him, who else can he count on now?

Mrs. Zhang knew that it was not easy for Pei Xiangjun to carry Honghua Tower alone, so she sighed softly:

"Sanniang, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the situation. Now, I can only count on the Jingtang sent by my second brother to be able to handle these things. After my second brother passed away, Jingtang was able to follow his will and go all the way to give away the family property. Come, you must value friendship and your character will not be bad. How about you teach him the Jingtang marksmanship and let him..."

Pei Xiangjun shook his head slightly: "I know that Jingtang has a good character and looks like a person who can do big things. But water from a distance can't save fire from a distance. A stick with a stick and a sword with a gun will last a lifetime. Even if he has a good foundation and good talent, he can It takes three to five years at the fastest to practice marksmanship well, and another three years to go out and accumulate fame in actual combat..."

Mrs. Zhang had no other hope at all and could only say:

"Perhaps Jingtang's talent is amazing. He learned the Pei family's gun within a few months. Next month, he will go to Juyi Tower to meet with the major hall masters, so he just happened to take Jingtang with him..."

Pei Xiangjun was a little helpless: "In this way, no matter how good the talent is, it will be wasted. Even if Jingtang learns the marksmanship in a month, without any experience in martial arts, who can he beat?"

"Lord, it's not good..."

While the two women were talking, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and Xiuhe ran in, eyes full of anxiety.

As soon as these words came out, the two women in the hall frowned. Pei Xiangjun stood up and said:

"what happened?"

"Young Master came here today, but for some reason he had a conflict with Liu Sha on the way."

"Six evil spirits?"

Pei Xiangjun frowned and thought for a moment:

"He must have flashed the sword near Mingyu Tower, and was suspected by the Hei Yamen. The Hei Yamen sent people over yesterday to confirm Jingtang's identity. Jingtang doesn't know the "Eight-Step Crazy Sword", so let them try it casually, and nothing will go wrong. "

Xiuhe shook his head quickly: "No, no. There was no eyeliner near the hand that Black and White Wuchang came out with. I only heard that when Iron Arm Wuchang came out, his left arm was bleeding profusely..."

"ah?!"

Zhang Yulian stood up and said in disbelief: "Jingtang chopped down Hei Wuchang?"

Pei Xiangjun shook his head quickly: "Are you kidding me? If you don't understand the rules at all, how can you chop off Hei Wuchang's copper skin and iron bones? That's the grand master of Hei Yamen!"

Xiuhe said nervously: "That's what people outside said. Go and take a look. The young master seems to be blocked by Bai Wuchang..."

Seeing this, Pei Xiangjun didn't dare to delay any longer and hurried out...

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Dark clouds were gathering over the city, it had been dawn for a while, and the streets were still relatively dark.

Ye Jingtang left Shuanggui Lane with his horse, and went to the vicinity of Tianshui Bridge with Niaoniao. He ordered a basket of buns at the bun shop at the corner of the street, and had breakfast with Niaoniao. He was still thinking about what the two women in the house would eat. Do you want Niaoniao to send two buns back?

But before he could figure it out, out of the corner of his eye, Ye Jingtang spotted a figure looking at him from the entrance of the alley not far away.

Ye Jingtang looked up and saw that the person at the entrance of the alley was Yang Guan, who had just been beaten yesterday.

Yang Guan's hands were wrapped in bandages and his face was gloomy. He hooked his hand and entered the alley.

?

Ye Jingtang noticed something was wrong, raised his hand slightly, and the bird spread its wings and flew high into the sky.

After a while, the bird fell from the sky, "chichichichi", signaling to the three people.

Yang Guan showed up again, it was because the matter was not settled.

Ye Jingtang thought about it for a while, threw down a few coins, held the knife in his hand and entered the alley.

The alleyway is very deep. When you reach the corner, you will reach a dead end with high walls on the left and right and an aisle in the middle.

In a gloomy world, two figures stood side by side in the center of the alley. Both were wearing raincoats and bamboo hats, dressed as ordinary people in the world. One was tall, the other was thin, and did not hold a weapon.

Yang Guan stood behind the two of them.

Ye Jingtang stood alone at the entrance of the alley, looked at the two men in bamboo hats, and then looked at Yang Guan:

"Not convinced?"

Yang Guan was very confident: "When you first arrived, you dared to act wild in the capital with your martial arts. Do you really think that no one in the world can cure you? You can do it yourself, and I will let you go, or I will beat you to death today." You are the adopted son of the Pei family, and no one will stand up for you."

Ye Jingtang stopped talking and walked forward slowly with the knife in hand. After taking only two steps, his body suddenly erupted and rushed towards the two men in bamboo hats.

The Night Terror Hall was very impressive, but he never dreamed that a gangster who collects protection money from the street would get two thugs of some rank!

As soon as the blade was unsheathed, the tall figure among the two haters raised his hat slightly, revealing a face with strong lines, and then he came closer in a flash.

Ye Jingtang sensed something was wrong and struck at the man in the hat with his knife. Unexpectedly, the man in the hat raised his right arm to block.

when--

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

Ye Jingtang originally thought that the man wearing a bamboo hat was wearing wrist guards and iron rings, but after splitting the sleeves of the robe, he was shocked to find that there was bronze skin under the clothes.

The muscles of the forearm are knotted, and apart from a white mark, the skin is not even broken!

? !

Ye Jingtang's eyes were stunned, and for a moment he thought he was being deceived.

The two sides were fighting, and there was obviously no chance for communication.

The tall figure blocked the long knife with his right arm, and punched Ye Jingtang directly in the chest with his left hand.

Bang——

This punch was quite heavy, but Ye Jingtang didn't know any good moves, and his foundation was solidified by his adoptive father.

To put it simply, the attack power is not good, but the ability to withstand hits is flawless.

After being punched in the chest, Ye Jingtang didn't react at all. He inserted the blade into the ground, slid back a few steps, and stabilized his body.

But as soon as he stopped, a gust of wind blew from the front, lifting the hair beside his ears.

call--

Ye Jingtang felt a chill in his heart and immediately leaned back to avoid it.

The next moment, a ghostly figure passed by from above. It looked like a coir raincoat blown by the wind, without any entity.

But a lunar face actually appeared under the bamboo hat, looking at him coldly, his body moving with the wind, as if he didn't have a single bone.

Ye Jingtang swung his knife at the ghost figure, but found that the blade touched the coir raincoat, and the coir raincoat moved away with the knife without any sense of force.

The knife swept through without hurting Guiying at all, but his right arm was rubbed.

The force of the 'ghost pat on the shoulder' was so light that Ye Jingtang felt like he was being scratched by his robe.

But immediately his shoulders became sore and numb, coldness penetrated his body, and the strength of his right arm was greatly reduced.

Ye Jingtang was slightly shaken. He turned over and put the long sword back into its sheath. He held the handle of the sword behind his back with his left hand and faced the wall with his back to the wall. He locked the two figures on the left and right at the same time with his peripheral vision.

The fluttering ghost figure has silently blocked the only exit. The bamboo hat is slightly lowered and motionless, like a piece of wood.

The same goes for tall figures.

Although he didn't move, he could still feel the invisible pressure in the quiet alley, as if there were two mountains standing on the left and right of the alley...