Wandering the Immortals and Martial Heavens

At this time, Jing Zhou was carrying a guqin on his back, wearing white clothes, and sitting in a restaurant drinking wine.

It was so quiet on the second floor that Jing Zhou could even hear the gulp of drinking.

In addition to him, there are one old and one young on the entire second floor.

The old one is an old man with a gray beard, about 50 years old, and the young one is a little girl in Tsing Yi.

There were quite a few people before, but they were all cleared out by Jing Zhou.

Those who winked took the money and walked out, but those who didn't win, those who wanted to make gestures with Jing Zhou, are still lying at the door, even the disciples of the Five Sacred Sword Sect didn't get any benefits, such as Taishan Send disciples.

Although Jing Zhou threw many people out, he was dressed in white and did not wear a sword, so he was not recognized by people.

Otherwise, just relying on his name as the evil master, it would be very difficult to be clean at this time!

"Don't make a fuss now," Jing Zhou put down the wine glass and took out the piano from behind.

Good wine should be paired with beautiful music!

Seeing the qin in Jing Zhou's hand, the old man with gray beard, his eyes lit up and a gleam of light came out, and then he closed his eyes to rest his mind.

"Brother, the music you play is really nice."

The little girl clapped her hands, her face full of joy.

"Yes, thank you for your kind words, girl."

"Hehehe, big brother calls me girl, do you think it must be a big girl? They used to call me little girl..."

"Hahaha, so your name is Feifei."

These two people must be Qu Yang and Qu Feiyan, this little girl is very clever and weird, Jing Zhou didn't reveal their identities, and started playing the tune by himself.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed, the style of the song changed, and a piece of Dao Wuxin floated out from the second floor and spread to the ears of the people downstairs. Everyone felt a sense of coolness all over their bodies. Comfortable and transparent!

The old man looked happy and nodded endlessly.

"It's such a cool song, it's so beautiful! For the piano player, please change it to something more festive for me."

A rough voice came from outside the window, breaking the sound of the piano.

At this time, two people jumped in from the wooden window on the second floor.

The man who spoke had a beard, a black and yellow complexion, a pair of bright eyes, a knife in one hand, and a nun in the other.

Jing Zhou pressed his palm on the piano, looked at the gathering and scattering clouds outside the window, and said slowly: "What if I don't want to?"

Tian Boguang sat down, casually took a jug from the table, and poured wine for himself.

"Do you dare, kid?"

"I don't want to, I don't want to be like this table!"

After taking a sip of the wine, Tian Boguang drew out his knife and immediately chopped off a corner of the table, causing Yilin who was beside him to cry out in shock.

In front of Tian Boguang, would you still dare?

Even if you don't want to, you have to resist being willing!

"It seems that the little master is also involuntary, do you want to drink a cup of tea?"

"Young master, you... hurry up..."

Yilin saw that the young master didn't take Tian Boguang seriously, but invited herself to tea, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

She has seen Tian Boguang's saber before, even Huashan's Brother Linghu is no match, let alone this thin young man in front of him?

But she couldn't do anything, she didn't know how to help the person in front of her.

"Boy, are you not afraid of death? It seems that you didn't hear what the uncle said?" Seeing Jing Zhou disregarding his words, Tian Boguang narrowed his eyes, and suddenly became murderous.

When had he, Tian Boguang, been underestimated like this!

At this time, there was another sound from the stairs.

"Jing Gongzi"

Linghu Chong rushed up from downstairs, and when he saw Jing Zhou, he was taken aback for a moment, he even forgot about chasing Tian Boguang here to save Yilin, and felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

This young master Qianqian who had met once before is the one that my junior sister misses day and night.

I don't know when, the little junior sister began to alienate herself.

A few days ago, I didn't even practice swords anymore.

In the past, the little junior sister was the one who hated her the most, but now she even invited a master from the bottom of the mountain to learn the way of a saint seriously.

And all of this is because of this person in front of him.

Seeing Jing Zhou's jade-like face, Linghu Chong suddenly felt that maybe a man like Jing Zhou was worthy of his senior sister.

How can a person who doesn't know a lot of Chinese characters compare to the elegant Mr. Jing.

Apart from his proud swordsmanship, nothing seemed to be able to compare to the man in front of him. . .

"It's Brother Linghu. Since Brother Linghu is here, if Tian starts killing again, he will not give Brother Linghu face."

After finishing speaking, Tian Boguang put away the knife, picked up the wine glass that he put down before, and said to Jing Zhou: "That little boy, come and pour wine for Brother Linghu and me!"

For Linghu Chong, Tian Boguang recognized it very much, and felt that this little brother was very loyal, he was righteous, and he was a good guy.

Although his martial arts is not 01:30 points worse than his own, but he, Tian Boguang, is not an ordinary person who judges success or failure by martial arts.

Seeing that Tian Boguang was in such a hurry to reincarnate, Jing Zhou said coldly: "Walking alone for thousands of miles has a good reputation! I'm afraid I won't be able to leave Hengyang City today!"

"You have death in your life. If you don't look into my hand today, the time has come. This mournful song must be played with a sword!"

Tian Boguang is not qualified enough to ask Jingzhou to pour wine!

Hearing Jing Zhou speak so arrogantly, Tian Boguang was so angry that he didn't even bother to drink any more. He drew out the knife with a "kuang" and sliced ​​off Jing Zhou's head.

When will someone dare to talk to him like Tian Boguang!

"what!"

This knife was as fast as lightning, like a flash of white light in the dark night, the little girl and Yilin were so frightened that they both closed their eyes, not daring to look at the scene in front of them again.

If he cuts it solidly with this knife, he might end up beheaded.

In Tian Boguang's mind, young people like Jing Zhou are just rookies who have just come out of the rivers and lakes.

In Tian Boguang's eyes, Linghu Chong was already a hero of the younger generation, even so, Linghu boy couldn't survive a few moves under his sharp knife.

As for the kid in front of him, he is probably far worse than Linghu Chong.

The rivers and lakes are big, and the water is deep!

No matter what sect or sect he is, his head must be cut off today!

Except for the heads of the various sects, there is really no one in the world who can block the knife in Tian Boguang's hand.

Even Taishan old Taoist of the Wuyue Sword School and Yu Xiaozi of the Qingcheng School of Sichuan and Shu could not last a few rounds under his sharp knife.

Tian Boguang's knife came very quickly, and there was a sound of "huhu", he could even imagine the scene of Jingzhou's head bleeding when the knife fell.

When Linghu Chong saw Tian Boguang slashing out, he wondered whether he should block the slash.

If Jing Zhou just died like this, would Junior Sister Bu Shui let go of this relationship?

However, it is not an upright practice for a famous family to ignore death.

Whether he could draw the sword or not made him very entangled.But with such a short delay, it was too late for him to draw his sword again.

"Mr. Jing, be careful!" Apart from reminding Jing Zhou, Linghu Chong seemed to be unable to do anything, and the bitterness in his heart was a little bit heavier at this moment.

It's ridiculous for Linghu Chong to think about it now.

He couldn't save Yilin, couldn't save Jingzhou, even his beloved junior sister was snatched away.

Although this Jianghu is huge, Linghu Chong feels that there is no place for him to settle down.

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