Chapter 1 Give Me a defeat

In the ancient town, the autumn rain is late at night.

The ancient town in Tiannan looks particularly quiet in this sad rainy night. The raindrops hit the black tile and white wall, and hit the bluestone long street in an unknown year and month. Occasionally, the sound of the rustling rain mixed into the distant watchman's bang, making it more distant and quiet.

Suddenly, I heard a messy footsteps, and gradually approached from north to south, but three girls came. The first girl in a gorgeous red shirt held a long sword. She looked not panicked and was magnificent. She was obviously a lady. Although she was fleeing, she had the demeanor of a famous family, while the maid in green and pink behind her was panting slightly. I'm out of breath.

The Sequoia woman sighed: "Little Peach Xiaobi! We hid in the Wuhua Building in front of us.

The two maids nodded hurriedly and jumped to the Wuhua Building. Suddenly, the oblique lanterns on the stairs shook, and a black light shot straight at the three people.

Xiaotao and Xiaobi are in mid-air and can't take advantage of their strength. At the critical moment, Miss in red danced with long sleeves, and the black light disappeared into the sea like a mud cow.

The assassin who plotted on the Wuhua Building missed the hit, and his body flew backwards diagonally, fell far away. He sneered and said, "What a good dance platform! The martial arts of your Nangong family are really beautiful.

At this time, the people who chased and killed from north to south also arrived. The leader was an old man. There were more than a dozen people behind him. The clothes were not like the Han people or the local barbarians. The old man said in a low voice, "Nangong Yan, you can't run away. If you can hand over He Shibi, how about turning our enemies into friends? Our master also admires the prestige of your Nangong family in the Central Plains.

The Sequoia woman is the eldest lady of the Nangong family. Facing the strong enemy and the pursuers behind her, she proudly stood in the wind and rain and hummed, "Are you an open robbery or secretly? Since you know the prestige of the Nangong family, how dare you chase me all the way here?

The old man smiled and said, "Our master is willing to exchange ten pearls for your jade, but you don't want it, and my master will definitely want this jade, so he has to force the girl."

As soon as the girl said the word, the old man's figure rushed over like lightning and thunder in the shadow of the knife, followed by more than a dozen people to attack.

Xiaotao shouted, "It's shameless to have more enemies than one!"

The assassin with the hidden weapon chattered again: "Hey hey! We don't have the stinky rules of your Central Plains. Be careful!"

Nangong Yan didn't think about it and shouted, "Come with me!" Turning over with a sword to seal the old man's offensive, his body swept back like a shock.

Xiaotao Xiaobi immediately met. The three abandoned the enemy behind them and joined hands to point at the assassin and forced a way out.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound. Everyone was stunned and stopped. It turned out that a drunk came from nowhere fell down, holding a bamboo sword in his left hand, holding a wine jug in his right hand, staggering up, pouring a mouthful of wine on his back, and falling into the rain.

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Xiaobi quickly pulled up the lady and was about to run away, but Miss Nangong rushed over, picked up the drunk and choked, "Sir! Mr. Mingyue!"

Xiaotao and Xiaobi were shocked and quickly ran to help the drunk. Looking carefully, the dishevelled drunkard's drunken eyes were still vaguely the beautiful and chic face, which was the prince Mingyue that the three of them were looking for.

Nangong Yan cried and said, "The three of us have been talking about Tiannan all the way from Shu. So you are here!"

Mr. Mingyue sighed, poured another sip of wine, struggled to stand up, and said slowly, "You shouldn't have come, you shouldn't."

In the end, it turned into a muttering, and Xiaotao suddenly said, "But after all, Miss is your fiancee!" You are still our son-in-law!"

Xiao Bi also said, "Yes! The prince is drunk. Don't drink."

Mr. Mingyue sighed, "If you really get drunk to death, that's all." With his eyes suddenly showing pain, he slowly said, "This picture is drunk, but it is unforgettable after all, hey!"

Your old man and his group sneered from afar: "Hey! Have you finished talking about the love story? If you want to secretly give Yu to this drunken man and sneak out, you will miscalculate.

Nangong Yan didn't say anything, just looked at the prince Mingyue, but Mingyue seemed to be avoiding her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it again. Suddenly, she laughed and said, "If you want any jade, you have to pass me."

Xiaotao said, "The jade they want to grab is the treasure of the Nangong family. Don't be careless."

Mr. Mingyue smiled, pulled out his bamboo sword, and the scabbard wandered away, and slowly pushed away Xiaotao Xiaobi's support.

The old man and the assassin laughed and looked up and down at the depressed drunkard, and everyone's faces were full of contempt.

Suddenly, the sword wind broke through the air, and the knife in the old man's hand broke, and the flying rain seemed to rush to everyone's contemptuous faces with the sword wind. All of them were stunned. Looking at the drunk in front of him, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground and didn't know how the sword was drawn.

Xiaotao Xiaobi clapped her hands and cheered, as if it was expected, but Nangong Yan's eyes never left the figure of Mr. Mingyue and forgot to applaud.

As soon as the old man waved his hand, everyone besieged the bright moon in a half-moon shape and did not dare to neglect it. The simple knife, iron axe, meteor hammer chain and gun shouted up one after another.

Mr. Mingyue held a bamboo sword in his right hand, and his eyes were lonely, and he did not pay attention to the siege at all.

As soon as all kinds of weapons arrived, the bamboo sword was gently on top. Mr. Mingyue took the opportunity to slide away obliquely. Everyone was hit, and several of them made the mixed iron bars sweep across thousands of troops, trying to stop them.

Mr. Mingyue put his hands and leaned back, as if the sky was flat on the ground. The iron bar rubbed his clothes. Mr. Mingyue then flew out flatly as if his feet were not at all. The sword light flashed and flashed again. Suddenly, he opened his arms and flew upside down to the top of the Wuhua Tower. Nangong Yan and looked straight at them was thrilling.

The stick and the assassin who just sent out the hidden weapon suddenly realized that there was a difference between the temples, looking at each other, and the green silk fell one after another. The old man couldn't help cheering: "What a handsome body! What a fast sword!"

Mr. Mingyue sneered: "Where do I think the green forest thief came from? It turned out to be the barbarians of Fusang."

The old man was shocked: "Oh? How do you know?"

Mr. Mingyue said coldly, "In addition to the thirteen warriors under the throne of Emperor Fuso, who else will be cut by the wind? Except for the ninja of Iga Valley, who can shrink their bones and hide in the lantern to make hidden weapons?"

The old man said in a low voice, "What? Let's also see your swordsmanship in the Central Plains."

Mr. Mingyue picked up the wine gourd, drank two sips, and flew down to the Wuhua Building. The rain gradually became heavy, but there seemed to be layers of murderousness approaching the crowd, making the wind and rain shake. Mr. Mingyue staggered through the Fusang warrior and went straight to Nangong Yan. Fusang's warrior ninjas were shocked by killing, but nothing One dares to do it.

Mr. Mingyue turned his back to the group of warriors and broke the bamboo sword in his hand. The bamboo pieces turned into thousands of pieces and flew in the rain. Xiaobi immediately held the sword in both hands and said, "Son, this is a green frost sword."

Mr. Mingyue pressed the hilt of the sword, but turned around and said coldly, "Just because you also want to see our Central Plains swordsmanship, can you see it?"

The old man was stunned. The drunkard in front of him was so fast that he could only see the light of the sword but not the power of the sword.

Mr. Mingyue slowly pulled out his sword, and the raindrops fell on the tip of the sword, which lightly turned into two pieces. Mingyue said, "Good sword!"

Suddenly, hearing a long sound, the sword light turned into a water lily-like light and suddenly dissipated with the dissipation of the sound. Looking at the sword still in the scabbard held by Xiaobi's hand, the weapons of the Fusang warrior were folded in half and fell on the bluestone one after another.

Everyone was stunned, and Mr. Mingyue said, "This is the swordsmanship of the Central Plains. You are useless barbarians. Get back to Fusang quickly, otherwise the head will also fall to the ground."

The old man's face was like ashes, waved his hand and ordered, and the warriors retreated together. Before leaving, he turned around and asked hoarsely, "Peerless swordsman, what's your name?"

Mr. Mingyue looked around Xiao Ran and said, "Mr. Mingyue, I hope someone will hold a three-foot sword and give me a defeat!"

In the blink of an eye, the Fusang warrior disappeared into the vast night, and the ancient town in Tiannan returned to tranquility, leaving only four people standing silently in the autumn rain. Mr. Mingyue staddled silently in the rain, and the three girls followed and walked out of the south gate.

Along the way, Nangong Yan didn't know what to say and finally said, "Thank you for saving me."

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Even if we meet and don't know each other, I will save them. What's more, Miss Nangong's martial arts is more than enough to send a few thieves."

Nangong Yan smiled faintly, gently close the messy bun of Mr. Mingyue, and sighed, "You have lost weight."

The bright moon was shocked, and her body seemed to be far away. Her eyes suddenly showed a color of pain and sighed softly, "You don't need to care about my life or death. It's impossible for you and me."

Nangong Yan was angry and said in a trembling voice, "Do you still miss her? But Qiushui has been there for two generations with you!"

Mr. Mingyue picked up the wine gourd again. Xiaotao grabbed it and whispered, "Mr.! People can't come back to life after death. Please feel sorry.

Xiao Bi said, "That's right, where is my lady worse than Sister Qiushui? Besides, have you forgotten what Sister Qiushui said before she went there?

Mingyue said in a panting, "I haven't forgotten. How can I forget it?"

Xiao Bi said, "That's right. Sister Qiushui asked my young lady to take care of you for the rest of her life before she died. It's not that you didn't hear it."

Nangong Yan said, "Don't you understand my heart at this moment?"

Xiaotao also whispered, "Actually, Miss, before you met Sister Qiushui, you... If you hadn't met Qiushui, Miss would have become you long ago, hey.

Mr. Mingyue muttered, "Don't say it! I know. You are the daughter of the Nangong family. I'm just a lonely ghost. How can I deserve to marry you?

Nangong Yan Huo Ran said, "You are just you, I'm just me. There is no difference between noble and lowly. Whether you are a young master or a lonely ghost, I will follow you and take care of you for the rest of your life."

Nangong Yan paused and said, "You are obviously running away from me and yourself. This piece of He Shibi is the heirloom of my Nangong family. My father has promised, and now it is a token of love for us."

Mr. Mingyue said, "I have already had a love token. Qiushui died for me. Although she and I don't have the name of husband and wife, I will always regard her as my wife and will never marry again."

Nangong Yan said sadly, "What is the token? Are you affectionate or ruthless? Do you dare to say that you don't like me?"

Mr. Mingyue was silent and did not dare to look at the sad tears of Nangong Yan. He was afraid that he could not suppress another pain in his heart. He could only take off the ring and said, "This is my token with her. In the past, Nuwa refined five-color stones to mend the sky, leaving it into a ring and sent it to Fuxi. Now, this is the autumn water sent to me."

Nangong Yan grabbed it and fell on the bluestone beside the road. Mr. Mingyue only felt dizzy and finally fainted.