The black sleeves are filled with sparkles.

The shoes are obviously plain, but the plainness is not easy to look at carefully. If you look closely, you will feel a little aggrieved by them.

Shouldn't such satin be used as a square scarf on a beauty's hand? How could it come into contact with the messy ground of Yuncheng?

In just an instant, Mu Qingyun remembered the articles and poems he had read.

The end of the great catastrophe is an era of misery, but it is also an era of recovery. It is also an era of displaying the beauty of gorgeous clothes and the prosperity of articles.

Mr. Kuang Beisheng, the master who has passed away for three years at this time, said that you rode famous horses, drank wine like blood, and were accompanied by beauties in crocodile gauze. You talked about enjoying the scenery of the world and left countless poems. It was timely.

After having fun, you will die with no regrets.

But I'm not willing to give in, I'm afraid of death!

After I was afraid of death, my ancestors asked me if you still lived a life of wandering and fear. I didn't know how to answer.

If my ancestors asked me again, are your descendants free from nightmares at night? I still don't know how to answer.

Mu Qingyun has been in this era for two days, and the people he saw on the street had patched-up clothes, sallow complexions, and numb eyes.

This is the situation recorded in the textbook.

Mu Qingyun suppressed his 'exclamation', and the people around him ran away with a roar.

'Lou Fang' sighed.

The voice can be faked, but this cannot be faked.

'Lou Fang' was obviously shocked and turned sideways. The people watching the excitement also dispersed, pointing and talking in low voices.

Mu Qingyun held his breath and touched his eyes.

"Their ambassador is dead, and they want to send troops to our territory to track down the murderer. Now they are still wrangling."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

This is what she wants, to be able to do what others cannot.

The kneeling one closed his eyes and fell silent, holding the sword in his hand tighter and tighter.

The young man in the float finally landed on the ground. His black sleeves covered his black sword, and his voice was as cold as the water of the Nine Netherworld - "If you don't change, my next sword will fall on your neck."

The blade scratched his cheek, and the blood and vomited blood on his face flowed out, staining his front.

"I have been investigating this matter for a year and a half, and it is unquestionable. Therefore, it cannot be changed."

Mu Qingyun suddenly turned his head and couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. The people around him were also in an uproar.

But it was rarely mentioned in textbooks, but there were many records in unofficial histories. A hundred years later, she had never seen the poetry, wine and romance that still made future generations both laugh at themselves and be curious.

Without waiting for the kneeling man to continue speaking, 'Lou Fang' added: "The second head of the Huijian Sect, Situ Xuan, entered into a humble state at the age of thirteen, broke away from his delusion at the age of seventeen, and died at the age of twenty. Although he only lived for twenty

Years ago, but he spent twelve years in the trap area saving people, and in the end he gave up his sword to study medicine to save people, and he never came back until he died. He is a hero."

'Lou Fang' recounted the family treasures and mentioned the twelfth head of the Huijian Sect in one breath. After a pause, he mentioned the thirteenth.

But after blocking three knives, his face turned as pale as a dead man.

The person in the float suddenly jumped down and drew his sword in mid-air. For a moment, Mu Qingyun's eyes stung and turned slightly red.

"Are you Lou Ying?"

The man in the float said softly.

Guys from the Three Islands Kingdom were very unpopular in the Ming Dynasty.

She took a few steps forward and heard Lou Fang sigh, and said seriously: "I won't change."

Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his head, and finally heard the word "Lou Ying" clearly, and his face finally showed some visible shock.

"The thirteenth family head and the current family head, Situ Le, was very qualified and could be called a hero in his first thirty years of career. When he was thirty-two years old, he led a team to hunt in the restricted area of ​​No. 19."

The people from 'Lou Fang' had already obediently hid on the side of the road, three feet away from the float: "A little aura of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind, a awe-inspiring sword, of course it's good."

Mu Qingyun quickly recalled many ways to defeat the weak with the strong.

This guy galloped up on horseback and was right in front of him in the blink of an eye. He spoke in authentic Ming Dynasty Mandarin.

This person's voice is a bit weak.

The young people who arrived on the float were silent, and the wind blew so hard that it made people's skin crawl.

But Mu Qingyun has perfect pitch, she can tell that this is Lou Fang, the way he exhales and makes sounds is exactly the same.

Buzz!

Mu Qingyun instantly raised his hands to cover his ears.

After all, Yuncheng is a small town, very poor, and cannot afford to support wealthy people.

Immediately, the man from Mishima State said sternly.

The man on the horse sneered: "Others might believe it - but I don't."

"How about my sword?"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She could see clearly at this time that although her face was slightly different, the person standing on the street in front of the wine shop was Teacher Xiao Fang.

"Where's the stuff?"

After all, modern society has good security, and the most Mu Qingyun can encounter is a knife, but not a gunpowder bomb.

The atmosphere on the court suddenly became tense.

"I really want to take it, but unfortunately I'm afraid the coffin boards of my ancestors won't be able to hold it down."

But now, she felt that she might have met a representative of poetry, wine and romance.

As soon as he hit the ground, he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.

"Why are the people from the Three Islands Country here?"

'Lou Fang' quickly said: "Not long ago, someone from your Three Islands Country came to rob it and was robbed."

But Teacher Jia never said anything about how to hit someone who can split a house with a sword.

Mu Qingyun frowned, quickly got out of the car, squeezed through the crowd and looked around.

"Lou Ying, if I tell you to change it, if you change one word, you will get one tael of gold."

One of the three wise men?

boom!

Half of the wine shop was cut flatly, and the broken wood fell to the ground, but it was actually somewhat orderly in the mess.

No, that's the building.

In an instant, the sword came again, and the man from the Situ family tried his best to block it with his sword. Every time he blocked the sword, he took several steps back, vomiting blood while retreating.

The voice, tone, etc. are actually completely different.

He suddenly knelt down on his knees.

Mu Qingyun stared at the scene in front of him, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he said loudly: "Stab his left leg in the rabbit hole."

Teacher Xiao Fang doesn’t like to revise manuscripts and will make the editor mad every time.

No one else seemed to have moved, and Mu Qingyun didn't even see anything. A large beheading knife struck in front of 'Lou Fang'.

boom!

The kneeling member of the Situ family drew his sword and rushed towards him. He blocked the sword for only three seconds. He suddenly retreated and bumped into 'Lou Fang'. He also fell back several feet and fell into a ball.

In rotten wood.

"I heard that these bastards took advantage of the increase in our restricted area and were unable to do anything, so they jumped around and ran rampant in Fengtai, doing all kinds of bad things."

'Lou Fang' paused for a moment, "First he was greedy for merit and rushed forward. When he encountered a monster, he panicked and killed fourteen Huijian Sect disciples and other famous disciples. He left Wu Huan and Wu Le, who were rescued by them, to escape alone.

"

'Lou Fang' nodded and said with a smile: "Situ Liang was a chivalrous and righteous man throughout his life. My ancestor wrote a biography about him, saying that he helped the common people for thirty years and was worthy of the word hero."

Mu Qingyun felt the wind was chilling her bones. She had practiced her boxing very well. Teacher Jia said that usually three or five people with some skills could fight her as long as the terrain was suitable and she was not completely surrounded.

'Lou Fang' said sternly: "Situ Qingshuang, you died for me today, and I still won't change."

"Our Jiangnan Huijian Sect has been passed down to this day for 480 years."

"Afterwards, in order to preserve the reputation of Huijian Sect, I also tried to intercept and kill senior Wu Huan's disciples. Although my conscience finally found out, I stopped at the last moment, but I just did it."

The man didn't care about the expressions of the people around him, and knelt down and said, "The first head of the family did not enter the realm of Po Luan until he was sixty years old. He has never had the chance to "defeat destiny" in his life, but let me ask you, is he a hero?"

But even if the editor was furious, he couldn't cut his neck, but he was holding a sword in his hand.

Suddenly a strong wind blew by, and the sound of rapid horse hooves came.

Mu Qingyun assessed the force value and decided to immediately advise Lou Fang that the situation was stronger than the others, so there was no shame in bowing his head, and he could change whatever he asked.

Situ Qingshuang couldn't tell the difference at all.
To be continued...