Chapter 277 There is a plan in the night

Yang Jing and Fang Yuan saw which two bastard brothers away in Fang Ye, and the inn regained calm.

And it is also excusable for them to sit there with the woman. On the one side, there is no seat, and on the other side, the woman is also sincere to each other. Besides, even if someone is jealous, who dares to give them one more color? People in Pingwumen have always been good at using means and martial arts to kill each other, which makes people afraid!

Everyone began to eat and drink. Some people talked about the prestige of the night and couldn't help boasting how powerful their martial arts were. Yang Jing heard this and thought to himself: Why is this night so powerful? Is it more powerful than before? Ask Fang Yuan, "Fang Yuan, has done anything good for this night? The martial arts that pretending to be a strange man don't seem to be very bad. When the two of them saw Fang Ye, it was like a rabbit meeting a tiger. They were slapped twice by others, and they were not angry."

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "You don't know that. The teacher tells you that if you walk on the world in the future, don't offend people like Fang Ye. Do you know what his identity is?

Yang Jing said, "Do I still need to be afraid?"

Fang Yuan said, "The people around the emperor today are from the majestic Pingwumen, you know. Some of their methods are beyond your control.

Yang Jing smiled and said, "I deliberately said that they were from Pingwumen. No wonder they are so majestic." Who said this, but there has already been an answer in his heart. This hatred is not enough for a gentleman.

The two said while eating. Both of them were delicious people. Although Fang Yuan was a monk, he was fat and fat. He ate all the bowl of big steamed buns, and the vegetables and a bowl of rice on the table were eaten up.

And Yang Jing, who had been unable to find big fish and meat for many days, was not worth it. A bowl of rice was put into his stomach, and the rest of the meat and vegetables were in his stomach. Yang Jing laughed and said, "Fang Yuan, I'm full today, and I'm going to sleep well later. Go to bed early, too." Yang Jing knew that it was only good to hide it from them.

Fang Yuan touched his stomach and pulled Yang Jing. He shouted at Xiao Er and was ready to pay the bill. Xiao Er asked, "Do you two guest officers sleep together?"

Fang Yuan said, "No, is there no room?"

Xiao Er laughed and said, "It's really not conscious. These people have been decided in advance." Xiao Er pointed to Fang Ye over there and whispered.

After hearing this, Fang Yuan quickly nodded, paid the money, took Yang Jing downstairs, and went all the way to the courtyard where they stayed.

Back in the courtyard and entered the room, Yang Jing asked Fang Yuan to sleep first. He came to the door of the old man with white eyebrows, gently closed the door and said, "Old man, I'm Yang Jing. I have something to say to you all the time."

I only heard the white-browed old man in the room say, "Haha, okay, come in." It seems that Shaolin's monk likes Yang Jing very much.

Yang Jing came into the room and saw the old man with white eyebrows sitting at the table drinking tea quietly. Next to him was a handsome teenager.

Yang Jing said, "Master, how many of you have eaten and are you ready to go to bed?"

The old man with white eyebrows nodded. With his eyes, Yang Jing asked him to find a chair and sit down.

After Yang Jing sat down, he said, "Old uncle, Yang Jing just took a closer look in the front hall. This 'first stack of Guangdong and Guangxi' is not small. I found that there are many people in the world who are bulls, gods, snakes and dragons who have settled here, but except for a few who are very famous, others are unknown. Except for Fang Ye, uncle, do you know what the holy hand Fang Ye has done recently?

The old man with white eyebrows frowned and said, "Fang Ye? ...Well...When I was walking in the world, I had never heard of such a person. I had heard of a man named 'God's Hand Chaofeng'. He is the leader of Pingwumen. I don't know what he has to do with the holy hand Fang Ye you mentioned?

When Yang Jing heard this, he was secretly surprised and thought: This old monk Xuanming is really an old monster. He actually doesn't know Fang Ye, and whether Chaofeng has appeared in the world in the past 20 years. He has been hiding in the world for many years, probably 20 years. Thinking of this, he said, "Master, that Fang Ye is a disciple of Chaofeng, hiding in the world for many years."

The old man Baimei said, "So what did you mention his disciple Fang Ye?"

Fang Yuan said, "You don't know yet. Fang Ye is now in a prominent status. Just now, he drove away two noisy martial artists in the front hall. How majestic he was. Originally, the monks were supposed to care about these things as little as possible. Besides, our action this time can't make more trouble, but is there anything wrong with him coming here? Disciples dare not guess whether it has anything to do with Shaolin, but they want to think that some martial arts figures have been targeted by them.

When the old man Baimei heard this, he suddenly felt strange and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Yang Jing said, "Please stay here for half a day tomorrow. I will investigate and deal with this matter."

"This... Okay, but only half a day, we have to hurry to Taihu Lake to find Xiongfeng and Hunyuan and others to discuss the big plan. Time is precious."

Yang Jing nodded with a smile and said, "It won't be delayed."

The two chatted a few words in the house. Yang Jing said goodbye to the old man with white eyebrows and returned to the house. After looking at the smallpox version for a long time, he couldn't figure out any way. At night, the moon was half round like a hook. The dark clouds played with the crescent, ran in front of it, followed closely behind it, and often covered the crescent, which made the crescent moon very annoying.

Yang Jing was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard that there seemed to be a night pedestrian passing by outside, making a slight sound when he stepped on the road. Yang Jing immediately got up and gently felt the where he was going in the blink of an eye. In an instant, he put on his coat and came to the edge of the window. Since studying in Shaolin, his light skills and reflection have been absolutely as first-class as any disciple of Pingwumen. Gently opened the window, Yang Jing turned over and floated out of the window. He looked back and saw that Fang Yuan was already asleep, so his feet flew to the roof gently. His movements were completed in one breath. Later, he looked at a dark shadow in the distance, unfolded his light kung fu, and followed closely.

Shortly after Fang Yuan left, a dark shadow gently fell from the tile. It was a masked man in a black suit. His eyes turned over and burst into the light. He looked coldly at the distant figure of a man in the same black in front of him. Yang Jing moved, crossed the courtyard, and flew seven feet away, closely following the man in black in front of him. Yang Jing felt that this person was very bad.

Who is he? Why is it here?

"Ah ha, I, Huangshan faction, have not been out of the world for many years, and there are still many ruffians." An old man was shaped like a light smoke and slowly rose to the roof. I didn't see how he exerted his strength. He quietly followed behind. Under the faint moonlight, his white eyebrows were particularly bright. The first man in black fell firmly and did not reply, and what he said naturally followed the man in black behind him.

Yang Jing followed closely behind the night man in black. Seeing that he was very familiar with this "the first stack of Guangdong and Guangxi", just like his home, Yang Jing followed him and became more and more familiar. He thought to himself: This inn is too big to see it. No wonder there is this What a big tone. The owner of this inn is really a figure. At the same time, I thought: Who is this guy? How can he be so familiar with this? It seems that he has been here before, otherwise he will be the people in the inn.

Yang Jing thought to himself that he suddenly saw the man in front of him lower and fall to the man of the Huangshan faction who landed early. Yang Jing thought to himself: What is he going to do?

Thinking of this, Yang Jing suddenly tightened his whole body and raised his ears. He only heard someone over there sneer and said, "Whicle friend, why don't you come out?" The white robe shook, like electricity, and shot out of the window.

There was a continuous crackling sound outside the house, coldly and more than a dozen moves like a man in black. The man was a night walker hanging upside down under the eaves.

I saw the two of them punching and kicking and moving like the wind. One is extremely fast swordsmanship, and the other is fantastic swordsmanship, all of which are all common people in the world. However, the two of them do not pay as much attention to moves as ordinary martial arts. They pay attention to momentum. Yang Jing guessed that they deliberately concealed their identity and did not use their own methods.

The two of them made more than 30 moves, and no one could do anything about it. They shouted coldly, "Your Excellency and I are on the weapon, and it's real." After saying that, they flew to catch it coldly, touched the ground and jumped up again. "brushed" several times, almost the knife was deadly, and the sound of the knife was awe-inspiring. It seems that the Huangshan School's kung fu is not bad. .

The nocturnal pedestrian smiled coldly and pulled out something from his waist - it was the extremely difficult soft sword. He smiled coldly and shook the sword in his hand.

The soft sword is like a jumping flying snake, shaking up and down, dazzling and attacking cold.

"Good, good swordsmanship."

With a cold shout, a big knife and a soft sword of the pedestrian at night, I saw the face of the person and saw that the other party was an ordinary young man,

Neither ugly nor handsome. He said in his heart: Who is this person so strange?

And Yang Jing here can see clearly. This person is Fang Ye!

The two fought in the courtyard. Fortunately, only their brothers lived in this courtyard. It seems that these two people are really good at choosing places and did not disturb other people. The rule of "the first stack of Guangdong and Guangzhou" is not allowed to use force, but some people don't buy it and fight here. Fortunately, the bodyguard of the inn is no longer the same, and this night is an inevitable night for everyone.

Who is it? What do you...what do you want to do..." Fang Ye stood in front of him with a cold suddenly, his face covered with black cloth again, and a pair of shining eyes looked coldly.

Fang Ye said, "It doesn't matter who I am, and it doesn't matter who you are. The important thing is that you want to take my things!"

Hearing the words, his eyes were cold, and it seemed that the two were going to kill.