Chapter 89 Under the City

After sleeping naturally in the inn, Han Ruoli did not forget to take a shower. He stayed in Aojian Villa for less than a day last time. In this way, he went out for nine months and only went back for one day. This time, he returned to Aojian Villa. Han Ruoli planned to stay for a long time, at least it was his "home".

Squirrels and parrots can feel the excitement of Han Ruoli, and even Aoxue runs with a feeling of joy. Before noon, Han Ruoli arrived in Youzhou City. He has not felt the prosperity of the big city for a long time, and suddenly has a feeling that he has not seen for a long time.

Holding Aoxue on the street, the sound of selling came one after another. A silver paper hairpin attracted Han Ruoli's attention. If she gave it to Ling Qianxue, she must be very happy. Girls like this kind of jewelry. The hairpin is very special, and it is also inlaid with a ruby. Han Ruoli stepped forward and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"

The boss is a businessman and said, "This was just built yesterday. It is sterling silver and ruby, and only sells two silver."

There is no silver. Han Ruoli has less than three taels of silver left now, but he likes that hairpin so much. He has known Ling Qianxue for so long and has never given any decent gifts. It is rare that he likes it, and he wants to buy it.

Han Ruoli looked up at the store, took out the only Kowloon cup on his body, and said to the boss, "I don't have enough money. Can I press this cup here, boss? I'll come and redeem it later."

The boss is a silversmith. He took the cup in Han Ruoli's hand and saw the carvings on it. He couldn't help sighing, "This cup is not only silver. This sculptor is hard to find in the sky. Are you sure to mortgage this?"

Han Ruoli said, "I'm dissatisfied with your opinion that there are nine cups in a set, and each carving is lifelike. Can you think it's okay for me to press this cup here?"

"All right!" The old silversmith said, "Just learn the carving by myself and try to imitate some carving."

Han Ruo thought: If you really carve another set of Kowloon quilts, it will be lively. Seeing that the old silversmith loved it very much, Han Ruoli said, "This cup can't be shown to outsiders, otherwise it will lead to death."

The old silversmith asked, "Is this the Kowloon Cup mentioned in Jianghu?"

"Good eyesight." Han Ruoli did not hide it and said to the old silversmith, "Since you all know it, I won't say much about the value of this. I will definitely redeem it."

The old silversmith said, "At first glance, you are an infatuated species. You actually exchanged the Kowloon Cup for an old man's hairpin. Take it!" Take it! I will take good care of your cup and just think about this kind of fine carving. It's really perfect.

Han Ruoli put away his hairpin, put down his silver, and said gratefully to the old silversmith, "I will definitely come back."

The old silversmith said, "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with low pressure for a while. I absolutely dare not steal this cup."

Han Ruoli believes in his eyesight, and this old man is definitely a businessman. With the gift for Ling Qianxue, he no longer had any nostalgia for the downtown and went all the way to Aojian Villa.

A few streets near Aojian Villa, I felt that there were a lot of personality, and those small vendors almost set up stalls at the door of Aojian Villa. Han Ruo thought: Ling Qianxue didn't send someone to clean it up and set up a stall at the door of his house to sell vegetables. What did it look like?

On second thought, Ling Qianxue's appearance was cold but her heart was very docile. She really couldn't make it difficult for these vegetable sellers. Thinking of this, Han Ruo couldn't help taking a look at these vegetable sellers.

It doesn't matter. Han Ruoli's heart is entangled. On the surface, they are selling vegetables and waiting for people to buy them. They are wearing very ordinary clothes, but no one comes to sell vegetables on this street. There is only one Aojian Villa here. Who are these people's vegetables sold to? If you look closely at their clothes, it's obvious that they are pretending.

Han Ruoli was originally leading the horse, turned over the horse, pulled the reins and shouted, "Drive--"

Ao Xue whispered and carried Han Ruoli straight to Aojian Villa. The vegetable sellers around were staring at Han Ruoli. At the gate of Aojian Villa, Han Ruoli knocked on the door a few times. This time, Ruoran opened the door in person.

Han Ruoli led the horse in, hurriedly closed the door and said to Ruoran, "Go and tell Qian Xue that there is a thief outside who is plotting..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Ling Qianxue coming over and looked at Han Ruoli with lost her eyes. A gust of wind blew, and a leaflet scattered last night flew over in the wind. Han Ruoli saw the words written on it and encouraged the people of Aojian Villa to leave...

"What's going on?" Han Ruoli walked to Ling Qianxue and took the leaflet and asked, "Who is outside?" Do you all know?"

Ling Qianxue lowered her head and said, "It's none of your business. Go and feed the horse."

"You're lying!" Han Ruoli stood Ling Qianxue's shoulders, "You look into my eyes and say, what the hell is going on?"

Ling Qianxue didn't dare to look at Han Ruoli and stubbornly turned her head aside.

Han Ruoli let go of Ling Qianxue, walked to Ruoran and said gently, "O Ruoran, tell me what happened?"

Ruoran told all the things about how those people forced Ling Qianxue, as well as the two female disciples who were desecuted. The whole Aojian Villa was panicked, "Those people not only physically threatened Sister Qianxue, but also used leaflets to confuse people..."

"Don't say it." Ling Qianxue interrupted Ruoran's words and said, "Han Ruoli, you have a long journey. Go back and have a rest. Remember to help Mr. Ma feed the horse. You don't have to worry about this."

As he spoke, the door was knocked again. Ruoran looked at Ling Qianxue, and Ling Qianxue nodded, which was appropriate to open the door. This time, not only the head of the Wuyue Sword School came in yesterday, but also Zhang Qingfeng, the mysterious man and the fake empty master. In addition to these people, there are more than a dozen more people, all of which are the leaders of various sects.

Ling Qianxue looked at these people and had no reason to let them enter the main hall. The head of the Huashan faction touched his beard and said, "Master Ling, what else do you have to say now? Isn't Han Ruoli still in the Aojian Villa?

"Fuck. You. Mom!" Han Ruoli shouted, "You dogs are ungrateful. You should let Bai Xiaosheng kill you all on that day."

"Anito Buddha", the fake master of the void said with his hands together, "What Mr. Han said is wrong. Bai Xiaosheng is a hero respected by everyone in the martial arts. How can he harm the decent people in the martial arts? On the contrary, you killed him. What is the relationship between Mr. Han and the demon religion? Today, in front of many heroes in the world, a satisfactory explanation should be given, as well as the origin of the 'Kowloon Cup' and 'Jinghong'.

"Yes! We must be given an explanation. Han Ruoli is a person in the demon religion. He colluded with the demon religion and killed Bai Xiaosheng, who is respected by everyone in the martial arts. Your sins are unforgivable.

"Kill Han Ruoli and eliminate harm for martial arts..."

"Kill him...kill him..."

The shouts on the opposite side came one after another. For the first time, Han Ruoli felt that it was tortured and uncomfortable to be wronged, and his blood vessels soared. If he had 'jinghong' in his hand now, Han Ruoli would have rushed to fight with them, and died, which was much better than holding his breath.

Ling Qianxue walked to Han Ruoli's side, grabbed his trembling hand and signaled him not to be impulsive. Han Ruoli also knows that if he is really impulsive and fights with the other party, he will be pregnant instead.

The head of the Huashan School said, "Today, Lei Wanzhi, the high-respected leader of the martial arts alliance, has come. Han Ruoli, if you don't give a reasonable explanation, I'm afraid you can't say it. Where did you get the 'Kowloon Cup' and 'Jinghong'? What is your relationship with the former guardian sword Wuchen of the magic religion? Be honest, otherwise today next year will be your memorial day.

"Hmm!" Han Ruoli sneered, "You are nothing more than coming for 'Kowloon' and 'jinghong'. Why do you have to look for those high-sounding reasons one by one? Since you want to know so much, I won't say anything.

A half-year-old man opposite said, "My martial arts is decent with everyone. They share the same hatred and never have any contact with the demon religion. Han Ruoli actually came to the cholera martial arts with the things of the magic religion. I have to order you to be arrested and go back to slowly interrogate."

"Bad old man, what kind of bird are you?"

"Bold!" Zhang Qingfeng flaunted and shouted, "This is the leader of the martial arts alliance, Mr. Lei Wanzhi. How dare you insult Mr. Lei? You obviously don't pay attention to our martial arts decent faction. Come here, arrest Han Ruoli for me, and go back to slowly interrogate. What does it have anything to do with the demon religion?"

"Wow--" Ling Qianxue's sword handle came out of its sheath, which made everyone secretly marvel at the fast movement. Proud Sword Villa, just the move of 'sword out of its sheath', has to be contacted hundreds of times, and the speed is naturally very fast.

Seeing Ling Qianxue pulling out his sword, the disciples of the surrounding Aojian Villa also moved together, and at the same time, the sword was stimulated by a cluster of battles.

"Do you want to resist?" The head of the Huashan School asked harshly, "In this way, the Aojian Villa and the Demon Sect are together? Since you are willing to degenerate, we will replace the sudden owner to clean up the door. The mouth of Youzhou City has become the minions of the Demon Sect. We don't have to pity the friendship of the past. Let's do it.

The sound of the blade passing through the air came from my ears. The heat on the opposite side couldn't help retreating a few steps. Just now, the head of the Huashan School, Lei Wanzhi, the leader of the Wulin League, Zhang Qingfeng, the new head of Qingyun Pavilion, and the fake Shaolin Temple monk stood in the position of nine more sharp swords. Inserted there, half of the blades were in the earth.

These people sweated coldly. Obviously, the swordsman did not want to kill them, but just scared them away.

But this time, the person who issued the sword was not Mr. Ma. Ten people fell in the air. After the front person landed, he stood in a row with Han Ruoli and Ling Qianxue, and the nine people behind him and Ruoran stood in a row.

After landing, the nine people grabbed the empty objects and the nine swords inserted in the ground returned to their hands at the same time. It was none other standing in front of him, but the owner Meng Ranlan.

The appearance of Meng Ranlan made these people feel guilty. The head of the Huashan faction said bluntly, "Master Mengzhuang, you came just in time. We are about to clean up the door for your school."

Among the ten people brought by Meng Ranlan are two protectors and eight elders. Everyone is afraid of the sword of the Proud Sword Villa. They can only see the phantom left behind. If you want to fight alone, no one is willing to fight with the people of Aojian Villa, but at present, there are many people, and there are many ambushed disciples outside, so Huashan The head of the school dared to say the above words, waiting for Meng Ranlan's reaction.

Meng Ranlan asked, "Even if you want to clean up the door, it's not your turn to do it. The leaders of all sects have come and invited Mr. Lei, the highly regarded leader of the martial arts alliance. It seems that the entrance of Youzhou City of My Proud Sword Villa is very attractive."

Meng Ranlan stood here like a mountain blocking them, causing them invisible pressure. The mysterious man didn't expect Meng Ranlan to come, but at this point, he fought for the worst. Even if the losses were heavy, he must take Han Ruoli away and control Han Ruoli today. He is not afraid that he can't find the 'Kowloon Cup' and Jian Wuchen.

(Shiko Jun, you scared me when I opened the page and saw that it was my fault that 666888 did not buy lottery tickets, so... I decided not to update it today to buy lottery tickets... Hey hey, just kidding, there are two chapters, and it will continue to reproduce wonderfully in the evening.)