The Sword Dynasty - 406. Chapter 405

The alley is also a secluded alley like Wutongluo, and most of the people living in it are just poor people at the bottom of Changling.

There was loud laughter from a small wine shop.

In the small wine shop, there is a woman who serves food and cooks, and there is no helper. Although there is only one table of guests at this time, this woman is only one person. She is still so busy that she is sweating profusely, and even the coarse cloth shirt is attached to it. On the body.

The woman was a little bit charming, and the gaze of the guests on the table was a bit presumptuous, constantly falling on the snow-white skin of her neck, falling down on the soaking clothes on her chest, making her ashamed, but He didn’t dare to show it on his face, but his complexion became more and more red.

Seeing her look like this, the drinkers at this table are even more presumptuous and drink more vigorously.

At this moment, a person came at the door.

This is a gardener.

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

He makes a living by helping a few wealthy families take care of flowers and plants. He usually has no savings. He is dark and strong and doesn’t know how to talk. So he should be in his forties, but there has been no girl who likes him. Lonely place.

Even if such a person usually appeared at the door, he would not attract the attention of that table of drinkers. However, today, when he appeared at the door, the chattering and laughter of this table of drinkers stopped abruptly.

This dark-skinned, very short gardener is carrying a large flower scissors, and the trouser legs are still covered in mud. It looks the same in normal days, but there is a trace on his face at this time. 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 while. For some reason, she felt his mind, felt the smile exuding a long-lost smell, and even began to feel joy for him.

In some weird silence, the gardener Zhang walked up to the table of drinkers, and then said to a man with short hair and short hair headed by Nei Li: “You owe a total of twenty-three wine and food money. First, pay the wine and food money. paid.”

This man with short hair in brocade clothes is obviously not a kind person, he was taken aback for a moment, a sneer between his eyebrows curled up at the corner of his mouth, but 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.

“After paying for the wine, let’s go.”

Zhang Huajian looked at him and said this again.

The man with short hair in brocade suddenly realized that he could move. He took out a purse from his sleeve in amazement. He didn’t even look at it, put it on the table, and walked straight out of the shop.

Several of his companions were dumbfounded, and they didn’t understand why he had such a reaction, because they didn’t even feel the strange breath.

When they inexplicably followed the man with short hair in brocade and out of the shop, the man with short hair in silver stopped suddenly.

He looked at his lower body.

He is incontinent.

And at this time, the scarlet blood drained from his lower body and wet his clothes and pants.

The eyes of several of his companions were extremely wide, and before the man with short hair in brocade clothes screamed in horror, these comrades had already screamed in horror.

The man with short hair in Jinyi finally let out a scream.

Then he fell and died.

“I am afraid it will be rare to help you in the future.”

In the wine shop, Zhang Huajian took a deep look at the woman and said softly: “If I am not dead in the future, I will take you out of Changling.”

As his words sounded, the scream of the man with short hair in brocade was also sounding outside.

For a while, the woman in the wine shop turned pale, without realizing what was going on.

When Zhang Huajian turned to leave and she looked at his honest back, she began to reflect the meaning of the other party’s sentence, and she finally realized that the other party was not an ordinary person.

She is an ordinary person.

But when Zhang Huajian took a few more steps, she didn’t know where the courage came from, and her pale face was blushing again, and she cried out, “I’m waiting for you!”

Zhang Huajian laughed.

He didn’t care about any other voices in this street and the gazes from other people, and the figure disappeared like a ghost at the corner of this street.

The death of an ordinary Jianghu figure does not immediately cause a violent reaction.

After passing through a few streets, he slowed down, as if he was going to attend to those flowers and plants on weekdays, walking slowly with flower scissors.

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There are many peach forests in the east of Changling.

Peach groves grow on undulating hills. If it is spring, the peach blossoms will be brilliant and beautiful. Most of the peach blossoms in the famous paintings of many famous painters in Changling come from here.

At this time, it was when the last batch of peaches matured. Naturally, there were no peach blossoms. However, for some reason, there were still many peach trees blooming in a valley filled with white mist.

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

There is only a small stone monument standing in front of the valley road, but the entire valley is very quiet, even the powerful painters, dare not enter this valley.

Because there are two words written on this small stone tablet, “Imperial Forbidden.”

These two characters came from the hands of Emperor Yuanwu.

The figure of Zhang Huajian appeared in the peach forest, and finally walked towards this valley.

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

In the center of the most beautiful peach grove, there is an elegant and quiet courtyard.

There is a very handsome man in the small courtyard, as handsome as a peach blossom.

“Ye Xinhe, I didn’t think you were still alive.”

Zhang Huajian came to the front of the courtyard holding scissors, looked at the handsome man through the open courtyard door, and said.

“As early as in the Lushan Union, you should have known that I was still alive, so this sentence should be changed to me. Zhang Fifteen, I didn’t know you were alive.” The handsome man looked at the flower. Craftsman, something unexpected.

Zhang Huajiang smiled, “It’s better to be alive than to die.”

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

Zhang Huajian shook his head and said, “Whether right or wrong is righteous is the biggest hatred.”

Ye Xinhe looked at Zhang Huajian and laughed, “Not to mention that you were not my opponent when you were in Bashan. Now even if you can kill me before I am injured, can you go?”

Zhang Huajiang also laughed 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 haven’t thought about it.”

Ye Xinhe raised his head and slowly said, “It’s a pity that you can’t kill me today.”

Zhang Huajian felt something, but he didn’t say anything any more, his eyes just fell to Ye Xinhe’s throat.

The flowers in his hand were cut apart.

It was originally a pair of scissors, but after being separated, it was a two-handed sword.

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

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

The sword divides yin and yang.

This gardener is the former Yin and Yang sword master of the Bashan sword field, Zhang Fifteen.

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

In the courtyard outside Ye Xinhe, everything was broken, and it was flying in the sky like withered petals of peach blossoms.

A revolving sword intent had already fallen on his body.

Ye Xinhe’s black hair fluttered.

A wooden sword floated in front of him.

This wooden sword carried a very powerful aura, even seemed to be stronger than the vitality on his body, but at this time, many cracks had appeared on the sword body.

There was a crash.

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

There was a bright red between his lips and teeth, and his blood came out, like a few peach blossoms.

But at this moment, he laughed again and looked at the mountain behind Zhang Wuwu.

There was a boom.

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

A piece of the mountain wall was broken.

Countless rocks splashed out of the white fog.

A chariot that looked like a pure bronze rushed out of the white fog along with countless rubble with a frightening atmosphere.

The generals on the chariot were covered with blue scales, like a demon.

Behind this chariot, countless metal luster, a white mist clearly revealed.