Chapter 113 Black Clouds Press the City!

The so-called whole thing is actually more like a routine in the book after it is said, but even people like Song Yi, who are in the bureau, can only wait until the autumn night to explain it clearly before they suddenly realize. So how many people will know the truth in this city? Or, Zhan Peng outside the window may not know the whole thing...

Since Qiu Yeyin explained this, Song Yi stood as General Ren again... Or in Xiao Leng's house, it is only possible that after the showdown between Xiao Leng and Qiu Yeyin, Xiao Leng finally controlled the small courtyard without Qiu Yeyin. As for where Xiao Leng went, it is naturally impossible for Qiu Yeyin to bind him personally.

The cool wind blew on the blade, and the wind made a sneer sound, which seemed to be turned into two halves by this killer. Song Yi began to gradually wake up from all kinds of shock and surprise emotions. At this time, of course, he knew that since Qiu Yeyin was waiting for him, he could only want to persuade Song Yi. Song Yi and Du Qingyan left Luoyang... It seems that everything will calm Xiao Leng down again.

"Okay! Qingyan and I left..." Song Yi thought about it and finally agreed. Although he was more inclined to help Xi Guiren, and even very dissatisfied with Xiao Leng's Liao identity and planning, he thought that Qiu Ye had hidden by his side for five years, he could not do anything. Why did he participate in this muddy water? In this case, it was better It's better to find a way to go to Jiangnan as soon as possible. He and Wang Kuanglu also have other plans for this matter...

Hearing Song Yi's promise to leave, Qiu Ye's cold face suddenly relaxed, and his face suddenly softened. He inserted the long knife back into the scabbard, and then turned his head and said with a light smile, "I thought you would be hot-blooded because you knew that Xiao Leng was a Liao native, but fortunately you are not that kind of person. Since you decided to leave Well, let's talk about one thing first. Xiao Leng's identity... You'd better not leak it out. Although I don't like what he did, at least he is still my savior. I have decided to protect him... If you leave, just leave. Live a good life with Qingyan... As for Luoyang, I will try my best!" Qiu Ye said, took the knife in his hand, and then walked out of the door.

"I'll go with you!" Song Yi said.

"No, Zhan Peng will stay with you. I will come back soon with Qingyan, and then you will go out of the city tomorrow. Remember not to participate in this matter again..." Qiu Yeyin said.

"Good!" Song Yi agreed, and Qiu Yeyin left quickly and said a word to Zhan Peng in the courtyard, and then his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

After Qiu Yeyin left, in order not to make the waiting process too boring, and knew that Zhan Peng was from Qiu Yeyin's side, Song Yi walked out of the house and went to Zhan Peng's side, wanting to talk to him and spend this boring and anxious time.

Zhan Peng saw Song Yi coming towards him, and he nodded to Song Yi with a slightly awe-inspiring expression.

"Brother Zhan, the life-saving kindness of that day is remembered in my heart, but it seems that there is no chance to invite you to have a good meal in the city. Song Yi will leave tomorrow..." Song Yi said gratefully.

"Mr. Song, you're welcome. Mr. Zhan has walked around the world for so many years and has seen many heroes, but scholars like Mr. Song can still carry people for so long under the siege of so many outlaws. Mr. Song is the first person! Long ago, I thought Mr. Song was a bloody man..." Zhan Peng saw Song Yi's sincere thanks, and his face softened a little, but there was still no smile.

"Since I'm leaving tomorrow, let's talk about things in the world with Brother Zhan. It happens that Song Yi is also very interested in the things in the martial arts!" Song Yi said with admiration.

When Zhan Peng heard that Song Yi was going to ask these questions, he did not mean to refuse. He just pointed to the stone stool in the courtyard. Then the two sat over and said, "Mr. Song is a little different from most of the literati Zhan has met. It seems that our literati in the State of Zhao have always despised Wufu. I don't know why Mr. Song But the child seems to have some opposite meanings?

"The literati despised Wufu, and Song Yi thought it was an ignorant act... Without Wufu, can you really guard the country with a group of pens? When he met the outlaws, Brother Zhan also saw... A half-hearted literati like me can't even save his own life, so what right does he have to be a powerful martial artist? If it's true, Song Yi has always admired men with ability!" Song Yi said solemnly.

Zhan Peng looked at Song Yi's face and knew that he was not hypocritical flattery. The look on his face suddenly became very pleasant, and he said in a friendly tone, "Ha ha... No wonder the Qingyan girl falls in love with the prince! Although Zhan didn't say it, in the past, he actually didn't like literati's cowardly and incompetent. He only played with poetry and so on. Now he knows that Zhan is also a little trapped in the magic barrier! Haha... I don't know what you want to know in the world? Zhan knows all the words!"

"Hmm... For example, is there any martial arts alliance leader in this martial arts? Who is the top master in the world? Is there any ranking of the top ten masters... Or which famous sects in the world can't be provoked? Song is very curious!" Song Yi quickly said a lot of doubts.

But after Song Yi finished speaking, he found that Zhan Peng had some strange eyes looking at him, as if he wanted to laugh. Song Yi couldn't help asking confusedly, "Can't these be asked?"

"Hahahaha..." Zhan Peng finally laughed and said boldly, "Is the world like this in the prince's eyes? But Zhan can't say these questions asked by the prince... Mr. Song can think about it. The State of Zhao is so big that ordinary people, not to mention going all over the State of Zhao, it is a little difficult to walk out of a state and a county. In fact, it is said that Jianghu and martial arts. In fact, the views are different in different places. Many people's reputation has spread, but these people may not know each other, and they have never even met each other in their lives. Of course, they can't tell the difference... In the eyes of ordinary people, the level of martial arts is actually judged by the size of fame. This is not accurate, and the martial arts alliance leader... No, there may be some titles such as gang master and door master, but no one will get any martial arts alliance leader... That's just the name in the book!"

Song Yi looked relieved, and then asked, "Since those masters in the world can't compare one by one, are there any sects in various places that are detached and cannot be provoked? Um... For example, it's like the kind of Jianzhai, do you have it?

"Huh? Do you know the Legend of Jianzhai? Zhan Peng suddenly frowned slightly and said in surprise.

"Well, I heard about it! Isn't Jianzhai very powerful?" Song Yi suddenly asked a spiritual question. In fact, he really wanted to say that he was a friend of the little master of Jianzhai... But I still gave up. Maybe Jianzhai is very famous, but Fu Yao...

After Zhan Peng was surprised, he was sure that Song Yi also heard about Chuan Jianzhai. After a moment of meditation, he said, "Zhen Jianzhai is actually not a famous sect, but... The reason why many people in the world also regard Chuanjianzhai as a sect is that the way of receiving apprentices and teaching methods are very strange... There are not many disciples, but they are all very powerful, and there are often people who eventually enter the army as generals... Chuanjianzhai is indeed a great place.

Listening to Zhan Peng's recommendation for Chuan Jianzhai, Song Yi was slightly happy in his heart. He really wanted to show off that he was also a person who had learned a few tricks with Chuan Jianzhai, but when he thought that he was surrounded that night, if it hadn't been for the scene where Zhan Peng suddenly came and almost died, he would still swallowed the excited words.

"Is there any sect that is more powerful than Jianzhai?" Song Yi asked, and his eyes were hot.

"In fact, it is difficult to decide whether the martial arts are high or low, because it is not too bad to be able to set up a sect in one place, unless there is something to spend money on fame... As for the reputation of Jianzhai, which is better than that of Jianzhai... The Longyin Pavilion in Longhu Mountain, the God Gun Gate in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Hanging Temple in the northwest... These are all famous sects in the world, and there are many more, but compared with these, their reputation is slightly lower!" Zhan Peng said seriously.

"I think Brother Zhan's martial arts are also very strong. I don't know if Brother Zhan's sect can be regarded as very powerful in the world?" Song Yi asked.

Zhan Peng smiled and said, "Zhan's martial arts can't be regarded as outstanding. It can only be regarded as a green onion by these people in Luoyang City. If you really face more than a dozen regular armors, I'm afraid it will be terrible! Do you talk about the sect... Zhan and his eldest brother are both Master Peng in Qilian Mountain. They were originally trained with gun sticks, but later they felt that the change of gun sticks was too cumbersome and might not be able to practice, so they changed their fists and knives, and walked a fierce road... Not enough!"

Although Zhan Peng smiled and said it was not enough, there was still some natural arrogance on his smiling face. After talking about the world for so long, he also let go.

Of course, Song Yi was just the right praise, but suddenly, Song Yi paused on his face, and then frowned and asked doubtfully, "Doctor Qiu has been there for so long... It's time to come back!"

Zhan Peng's smiling face also paused slightly, and then comforted and said, "Wait a minute... Doctor Qiu and General Ren may have something to talk about!" With this, Zhan Peng's own heart also became a little uneasy.

Next, the two gradually talked about the war and people's livelihood of the State of Zhao from the world. As time went by, their topic became farther and farther away, but their mood became more and more anxious.

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In the small courtyard of Wuxin, Qiu Ye looked at Xiao Leng sitting in the chair with an angry face. On that clear and handsome face, a faint sarcasm appeared at this moment.

Qiu Yeyin stood, Xiao Leng sat, and there was no one behind Xiao Leng, but there were many people standing behind Qiu Yexun. Among these people, including another exhibition guard in Wuxin Courtyard, they all held knives to Qiu Yeyin...

"Twelve years of fate, it's tonight..." Xiao said coldly, looking up at the unclear moon and waiting for the news of Chu Bai. If Chu Bai succeeds, he is ready to give the promised reward to Chu Bai...