Chapter 574 Invitation to War

Qin Yan picked up the fairy with one hand, walked vigorously, and ran back to the inn. When the people in the lobby could not see the figure clearly, he rushed to his room in one breath, opened the door and dodged in.

Then he looked at the room full of people and couldn't speak.

Yu Hanyan, Gong Yunxiu, Lu Xiaoxiang, Xiaozhu and Bai Lang were all here. Everyone looked at the drunken girl in his arms and was silent for a moment.

"Dong!" Qin Yan's shoulders loosened, and Xin Xian fell to the ground. She whispered, got up, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Have you left the town? Where is this?"

Qin Yan looked at Yu Hanyan's face and said quickly without waiting for her to speak, "misunderstanding, this is definitely a misunderstanding!"

Yu Hanyan looked at the girl on the ground with a smile and did not say anything. Gong Yunxiu sneered: "Brother Qin, you came in with a drunk woman in your face. What on earth do you want to do?"

Qin Yan said, "She just happened to be drunk..."

"Then you will meet?" Gong Yunxiu squinted and said, "Brother Qin, this is God-given fate!"

At this time, Xinxian staggered and stood up, glanced at several people in the room, muttered a few words, turned around and hugged Qin Yan's arm, and shouted vaguely, "Uncle, take me away. It's too noisy here. Let's find a quieter place..."

"Why do you find a quiet place? Isn't it necessary to do something happy and sweet?" Gong Yunxiu seduced maliciously.

Qin Yan stared at her and was really worried about what shocking words Xin Xian would say in his mind. He covered her mouth, dragged her to the table, pressed her on the chair and sat down. He said, "Miss Xin, this is here. I will rely on your efforts in a moment."

Xinian muttered vaguely and couldn't hear what she said. He was generally expressing his dissatisfaction, and then lay on the table and fell asleep.

Yu Hanyan tilted her head and looked at Xin Xian's sleeping face with great interest and said, "Brother, you have been outside for so long, so you have invited a Xin girl?"

"And Miss Liu and Miss Ye, they will come over later."

"Why are they all women? Do you still want Miss Lin and Miss Mu? Brother, you have been out for so long, won't you just pay attention to meeting beautiful girls?

"Haha, how can it be!" Qin Yan looked at Yu Hanyan's expression and said with a smile, "I also know a few reputable darts masters. Let's invite them here now."

After Qin Yan left, the atmosphere in the room became as strange as before. Several people stared at the fairy lying on the table and sleeping soundly for a moment.

The fairy in the drunken dream, her face is red, like a delicate puppet doll, but her clothes are messy, her expression is weak and sad, and there are still tears in the corners of her eyes. No matter how you look at it, it's like an ordinary helpless girl.

But Xiaozhu and Gong Yunxiu all know what a troublesome role this poor little sister seems to need care for when she opens her eyes.

Only Bailang doesn't know this. He heard the pungent smell of Xinxian's body and asked doubtfully, "Is this girl the helper invited by Brother Qin?"

"Hmm." Yu Hanyan smiled and said, "Don't underestimate her. She is a very powerful master, and her combat effectiveness is very amazing."

Bai Lang looked at the dim face of the fairy and remembered that Yu Hanyan was almost as drunk as this that night. He immediately showed his understanding look, nodded and muttered, "Well, I can see..."

In the evening, under the bloody sun, another white flag hung in front of Li Si's shop, hunting and swaying in the evening wind.

The flag is written in thick ink: "Don't just talk and practice. Grandpa Sun will wait for you at the Wutong Temple all night, wash your neck and send you to reunite with Zhou Buping!"

The font is strong, and the sword spirit is strong. In the cold night wind, there is a murderous atmosphere far away. At least, Qin Yan himself feels so.

He walked away slowly with his hands behind his back. A large group of people nearby saw that he seemed to be far away and quickly surrounded him.

"Wow, was this word written by Mr. Sun? It's really beyond the ordinary realm. With my poor eyesight, I really can't see what kind of font this should be classified.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Sun was so talented and his handwriting was so ugly. Oh, he really can't be good-looking..."

"Shh, be careful that disaster comes out of your mouth!"

Li Si in the store muttered, "Was Mr. Sun writing just now?" I thought he was painting!"

Qin Yan, who had just walked across the corner of the street, almost fell down when he heard these words from the wind.

'Hmm, how about good handwriting? It's not going to die under my sword! What am I fighting with a corpse!' Thinking of this, he walked forward with his head held high.

Wutong Temple.

The moon star is rare, reflecting a lonely figure.

Qin Yan sat in front of the shrine, holding the Qingming Sword in his hand and closing his eyes to refresh his mind.

But the spirit is not relaxed at all. Within three miles outside the temple, the sound of insects and grass can't hide his ideas.

He believes that since the enemy is willing to kill so many innocent people to vent his anger, he will definitely come back for his tit-for-tat provocation, and there must be a lifeless blow!

So even if he feels that his martial arts skills are far above each other, he dares not be careless at all.

The direction of the temple gate is to sit north and look south.

The moon, which has just risen from the east, is covered by the white fruit tree and only shines obliquely on a small corner in front of the temple.

A step appears on the edge of the moonlight, at the junction of light and darkness. He has a sword in his hand, and even in the dark, the hidden light is chilling.

"Zhanlu Sword!" The Lord is coming!

Qin Yan opened his eyes, flashed to the door of the temple, stood under the white fruit tree, and squinted at the man.

The light of Zhan Lujian is so dazzling that he can't see the man's face clearly, but judging from his figure and clothes, it should be the gorgeous swordsman.

"Yo, you came so early!" Qin Yan said in a tone of greeting old friends, "Are you here alone?"

The swordsman lowered his head and said word by word in a stiff tone, "I'll take your life."

"The tone is not small." As Qin Yan spoke, he looked around and said, "Where's your companion, the ghostly Taoist priest, why didn't he come to help you?"

"I'm enough alone!" The swordsman in Chinese clothes is cold.

Qin Yan's consciousness did not feel any signs of other people's invasion within three miles. He took a relaxed breath, slowly picked off a leaf of a white fruit tree, took it in his hand and played with it. He said softly, "Mr. Swordsman, I admire such a deep affection for Zhou buping. Unlike your Taoist friend, you have a hard heart..."