The Sword Dynasty

The alley is also as secluded as Wutongluo, and most of the people living there are only poor people at the bottom of Changling.

There was a lot of unbridled laughter from a small wine shop.

In the small wine shop, the woman who cooks and cooks is a woman, and there is no helper. Although there is only one guest at this time, the woman is only one person, still busy with sweat, and even the coarse clothes are posted on the Off body.

The woman had some looks, and the eyes of the guests on the table were a bit presumptuous, falling continuously on the white skin between her necks, and then landing on her wet chest clothes, which made her embarrassed, but He didn't dare to show it on his face, but his complexion turned red.

Seeing her look like this, the drinker at this table was more pretentious and shouted more vigorously.

Just then, there was a man at the door.

This is a gardener.

Everyone in the streets around knew this gardener, only his surname Zhang.

He made a living by helping several wealthy households to take care of flowers and plants. He usually had no savings, and the people were black and strong, and he was not very talkative. Therefore, he should be in his forties, but no girl could look at him, or Alone.

Even if such a person usually appears at the door, it will not attract the attention of that table of drinkers. However, today, when he appeared at the door, the chatter and laughter of this table of drinkers stopped suddenly.

The dark-skinned, very short gardener was carrying a large pair of flower scissors, and his legs were all muddy. It didn't look different from normal days, but there was a trace on his face. A faint smile.

No one in this area saw him smile like this.

Even the woman in this small wine shop was stunned for a moment. For some reason, she felt his heart, the smile exuded a long-lost smell, and even began to rejoice for him.

In a weird silence, the gardener went to the table of wine drinkers, and then said to a man with short hair in Jinyi, headed by the inside: "You owe a total of twenty-three money for food and drink. First, pay for the wine and food paid."

The man with short hair in Jinyi was obviously not good. He was stunned for a moment, and a sneer between his eyebrows appeared in the corner of his mouth. However, in the next moment, the man with short hair only felt a huge sense of fear pressed into his body.

He found himself unable to move.

"Paid for the wine, just leave."

Zhang Huajiang looked at him and said this again.

The man with short hair in Jinyi suddenly found that he could move. He pulled out a purse out of his sleeve in amazement. Without looking at it, he put it on the table and walked straight out of the shop.

Several of the companions beside him were stunned, and they didn't understand why he had such a reaction, because they didn't even feel a strange breath.

Waiting for them somehow to catch up with the short-haired man in Jinyi who went out of the shop inexplicably, but the short-haired man in silver clothing stopped suddenly.

He looked at his lower body.

He has been incontinent.

At this time, it was the scarlet blood that drained from his lower body and wet his underwear.

The eyes of several of his companions widened to the extreme. Before the short-haired man in Jinyi screamed in horror, they screamed in horror.

The man with short hair in Jinyi finally uttered a scream.

Then he fell and died.

"I'm afraid it's hard to help you in the future."

In the wine shop, Zhang Huajian took a deep look at the woman and whispered: "If I don't die in the future, I will take you out of Changling."

At the time his words sounded, the shrill screams of the man with short hair outside in Jinyi also sounded.

For a time, the woman in the wine shop turned pale, and nothing happened.

When Zhang Huahua turned and left, she looked at his handsome back, she began to react to the meaning of the other party's sentence, she finally reacted that the other party is not an ordinary person.

She is an ordinary person.

But when Zhang Huahua walked a few more steps, she did not know where she had the courage, her pale face was flushed again, and she cried out, "I wait for you!"

Zhang Huahua laughed.

He didn't care about any other voices in the street and the eyes cast by the others, and the figure disappeared like a ghost in the corner of the street.

The death of an ordinary river and lake character does not immediately cause a violent reaction.

After crossing a few streets, he slowed down his pace, like walking on the flowers and grass on weekdays, walking slowly with the flower scissors.

...

There are many Taolin in the east of Changling City.

Taolin grows on the rolling hills. If it is spring, the peach blossoms are brilliant and beautiful. The peach blossoms in the famous paintings of many famous painters in Changling are mostly from here.

At this time, when the last batch of peaches matured, naturally there would be no peach blossoms, but somehow, there are still many peach trees blooming in a white misty valley.

When the peach blossoms are flamboyant, there is no new leaf.

Only a small stone was erected in front of the valley road, but the entire valley was already very quiet. Even the painters who were digging into the dignitaries dared not enter the valley.

Because there are two words written on this small stone tablet, "Royal prohibition."

These two words came from the hand of Emperor Yuanwu.

The figure of the gardener Zhang appeared in the Taolin, and finally walked towards this valley.

He didn't seem to see the stone at all, so he walked straight into the valley and through the flowering peach trees.

In the center of the most beautiful peach forest, there is a small quiet courtyard.

There was a man in the small courtyard, as beautiful as a peach blossom.

"Ye Xinhe, I didn't expect you to be alive."

Holding a pair of scissors, Zhang Huachang came to the courtyard and looked at the handsome man through the open courtyard door and said.

"As early as Lushan Huimeng, you should know that I am still alive, so this sentence should be changed for me. Zhang fifteen, I don't know that you are still alive." The handsome man looked at the flower Craftsman, something unexpected.

Zhang Huajiang smiled, "It's better to die than alive."

Ye Xinhe looked at him, frowned, and said, "Zhang Fifteen, I don't seem to have any grudges with you."

Gardener Zhang shook his head and said, "The right and wrong are the biggest hatred."

Ye Xinhe looked at Zhang Huahua and smiled, "If you were not in Bashan, you wouldn't be my opponent. Now even if you can kill me while I'm injured, can you go?"

Zhang Huajiang also smiled and said, "I want to give you a fair chance, but now I just want to kill you. As for whether I can go, I never thought about it."

Ye Xinhe raised his head and slowly said: "Unfortunately you can't kill me today."

Zhang Huajiang felt that way, but he didn't say anything, his eyes only fell on Ye Xinhe's throat.

The flowers in his hands were cut apart.

It was originally a pair of scissors, and after being separated, it was two swords.

Two swords flew out of his hands, looking like two ordinary flying swords.

However, at the moment of flying out, one of the two swords that had the same brightness turned into pure snow white, while the other one turned into pure black.

The sword is divided into yin and yang.

This gardener is the former Yin and Yang sword master of Bashan Sword Field, Zhang Shiwu.

The sword just flew away from him, all the peach blossoms in the valley had withered, and the withered petals fell one after another.

In the courtyard outside Ye Xinhe's body, everything was broken and fluttering like empty petals of peach blossoms.

A twirling and endless sword meaning has fallen towards his body.

Ye Xinhe's black hair fluttered.

A wooden sword floated in front of him.

This wooden sword has a very strong breath, and even seems to be stronger than the vitality of his body. However, many cracks have appeared on the sword at this time.

There was a clatter.

A huge snow-white flash in the sky shot down and violently collided with the black and white vortex that had wrapped him.

There was a bright red between his lips and teeth, and there was a thick blood, as if it contained a few peach blossoms.

But at this moment, he laughed again, looking at the mountains behind Zhang Shishi.

There was a bang.

There seemed to be a door opened between heaven and earth.

A mountain wall is broken.

Countless mountains and stones splashed out from the white mist.

A chariot that looks like pure bronze, with a terrifying atmosphere, rushed out of the white mist with countless gravel.

The general on the tank was covered with blue scale armor, like a demon.

Behind this chariot, the sheen of countless metals exuded white mist.