My imagination has come true

Chapter 69 The Sword

Glitter on the black sleeves.

The shoes are plain, but the plain is not easy to look at carefully, and you will feel a little wronged for it.

Shouldn't such satin be a scarf on the hand of a beauty?How could he come into contact with the messy ground of Yuncheng?
In an instant, Mu Qingyun remembered the articles and poems he had read.

At the end of the catastrophe, it is an era of misery, and it is also an era of recovery. It is also an era of highlighting the beauty of Chinese clothing and the prosperity of articles.

At this time, Mr. Kuang Beisheng, who has passed away for three years, said, you are riding famous horses, drinking wine like blood, accompanied by beauties in silk skirts, and you said that you enjoyed the scenery of the world and left countless poems. Carpe diem, no regrets in death.

But I am not reconciled, I am afraid of death!
After I died of fear, my ancestors asked me if you still lived a life of wandering and fear, and I didn't know how to answer.

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

It has been two days since Mu Qingyun came to this era, and he saw ordinary people on the street with patched clothes, sallow and emaciated faces, and numb eyes.

This is what is recorded in textbooks.

But it is rarely mentioned in textbooks, but there are many records in unofficial histories. She has never seen the romantic poetry and wine that still makes future generations laugh at themselves and be curious about a hundred years later.

After all, Yuncheng is a small town, so poor that it cannot afford to support romantic people.

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

The people in the float stretched out their hands to push aside the bead curtain, turned their heads slightly, and looked at the simple wine shop built of wood by the side of the road.

"Lou Ying, I told you to change it. If you change a word, you will get one tael of gold."

Before the person in the float finished speaking, a small gold ingot gently landed on the table in the restaurant.

"I really want to accept it, but unfortunately I am afraid that the coffin boards of the ancestors will not be able to hold it down."

Mu Qingyun frowned, quickly got out of the car, and pushed his head away from the crowd to have a look.

No, that's Lou Fang.

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

The man's voice was a little soft.

But Mu Qingyun has absolute pitch, she can hear that this is Lou Fang, and the way of exhaling and vocalizing is exactly the same.

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

hum!
Mu Qingyun immediately raised his hands to cover his ears.

The people in the float suddenly jumped down and drew their swords in mid-air. For a moment, Mu Qingyun's eyes were stinging and turned slightly red.

boom!
Half of the wine shop was cut open evenly, and the broken wood fell to the ground, which was somewhat orderly in the mess.

Mu Qingyun held his breath and touched his eyes.

This is martial arts!
Finally saw it.

This is what she wants, and what no one can do.

"How about my sword?"

The person in the float said softly.

The people from 'Lou Fang' have obediently hid on the side of the road, three feet away from the float: "A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand-mile brisk wind, and an awe-inspiring sword are of course good."

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

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She could see clearly at this moment that although his face was slightly different, the one standing on the street in front of the restaurant was Teacher Xiaofang.

Mu Qingyun evaluated the value of force, and decided to persuade Lou Fang immediately, the situation is stronger than others, it is not shameful to bow your head, and you can change whatever they ask you to change.

Teacher Xiao Fang doesn't like to revise manuscripts, and every time he has to piss off the editor.

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

Lou Fang is quite flexible, he is not a diehard, so it is not difficult.

She took a few steps forward, and heard Lou Fang sigh, and said seriously: "No change."

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.

Mu Qingyun only felt that the wind was chilling to the bones, and her boxing was well practiced. Teacher Jia said that there are usually three or five people with a little kung fu. As long as the terrain is suitable and she is not completely surrounded, she can fight.

But Teacher Jia never said how to hit a sword that can split a house.

After all, the law and order in modern society is good. At most, Mu Qingyun will only encounter a knife, and he will not easily encounter gunpowder bombs.

The young people who arrived on the float were silent, and the wind was whistling, making goose bumps all over their bodies.

He suddenly knelt down.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

'Lou Fang' was obviously also surprised, and turned to the side, and the people watching the excitement around him also dispersed, pointing and talking in low voices.

"Our Jiangnan Huijian Gate has been passed down for 480 years."

The man didn't care about the expressions of the people around him, and knelt down and said, "The first patriarch, he only entered the realm of breaking the delusion at the age of 60, and he has no chance of 'absolute destiny' in his life, but let me ask you, is he a hero?"

'Lou Fang' nodded and said with a smile: "Situ Liang was a hero all his life. My patriarch wrote a biography for him, saying that he lived 30 years in Zeping, and he is worthy of the word hero."

Before the kneeling man could continue, 'Lou Fang' said again: "The second Patriarch of Huijian Sect, Situ Xuan, was a master at 13 years old, broken at 17 years old, and died at 20 years old. Although he only lived for 20 years, but He has been saving people in the pit area for 12 years, and in the end he gave up his sword and studied medicine to save people, and never returned after death, he is a hero."

"Lou Fang" is like a number of treasures, and he mentioned the No. 12 Patriarch of Huijianmen in one breath, paused, and then said No. 13.

"The No. 13 Patriarch and the current Patriarch, Situ Le, in his first 30 years of career, was very qualified and could be called a hero. At the age of 32, he led a team to hunt in the No. 19 restricted area."

'Lou Fang' paused, "First, he was greedy for merit, panicked when he encountered monsters, killed fourteen disciples of the Huijian Sect and other famous sects, and left the two seniors Wu Huan and Wu Le who rescued them to escape alone. "

"Afterwards, in order to preserve the reputation of Huijianmen, I also tried to kill the apprentice of Senior Wuhuan. Although I finally found out my conscience and reined in at the last moment, I did it."

"I've been investigating this matter for a year and a half, and it's undeniable, so it can't be changed."

The kneeling one closed his eyes and fell silent, the sword in his hand tightened more and more.

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

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and there was a rush of horseshoes.

When Mu Qingyun turned his head suddenly, he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable, and the surrounding people were also in an uproar.

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

"I heard that this group of bastards took advantage of the increase in our restricted area, and they didn't have the skills to do so, so they jumped around and ran amok in Fengtai, doing all kinds of bad things."

"Their ambassador is dead, and they have to send troops to our territory to track down the murderer, and they are still talking about it now."

Guys from the Three Islands were not well received in the Ming Dynasty.

This guy galloped up to him, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye. He spoke in very authentic Ming Dynasty official language.

"You are Lou Ying?"

Mu Qingyun raised his head suddenly, and finally heard the word "Louis Ying" clearly, and a bit of consternation visible to the naked eye finally appeared on his face.

One of the three sages?

'Lou Fang' sighed.

"What about things?"

Immediately, the man from Mishima sternly said.

'Lou Fang' quickly said: "Not long ago, someone from your three island countries came to rob and was robbed."

The person immediately sneered: "Others might believe it—but I don't."

The others didn't seem to move, and Mu Qingyun didn't even see anything, and a big beheading knife was slashed in front of 'Lou Fang'.

boom!
The kneeling member of Situ's family drew his sword and rushed towards him, and blocked the knife abruptly for only three seconds. Then he backed up suddenly and bumped into Lou Fang's body. He also retreated a few feet and fell into a ball. in rotten wood.

As soon as he landed, he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.

Mu Qingyun forcibly suppressed the 'exclamation', and the surrounding people ran away with a bang.

In an instant, the big sword came again, and the man from Situ's family tried his best to block it with his sword, retreating a few steps every time he blocked a sword, vomiting blood while retreating.

The blade scratched his cheek, and the blood on his face and the blood he spit out flowed and stained his front.

But after blocking three stabs, his face turned as white as a dead man.

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

Situ Qingshuang couldn't tell the difference at all.

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

Her voice is very high.

Situ Qingshuang was already a little dizzy, subconsciously pressed down the tip of the sword, desperately resisted the knife with the armor on his shoulder, and stabbed out with the sword.

The knife's momentum really stopped for a moment.

Panting for a moment, Situ Qingshuang grabbed 'Lou Fang' suddenly, rolled on the spot, and rolled into the sewer mouth on the left.

The moment it fell, Situ Qingshuang sneered: "I'm going to die today, and you won't be able to live either, so why not!"

(End of this chapter)