Chapter 44 After peeping at the melee

It is said that Yang Jing has been staying in Nangong Pavilion for more than ten days. In the past ten days, Yang Jing has not said that he has seen Nangong Pavilion, and even Nangong Xinwei has not seen anyone. In the past ten days, Yang Jing has not been anywhere to recover from his injury. With the help of the Nangong Pavilion maid gate, Yang Jing is very good. On this day, Yang Jing I have nothing to do and go alone to see the pear garden in the backyard. Yang Jing thought of the Donglan pear flower of Su Shi in the Song Dynasty

"Pear flowers are pale and the willows are deep green, and the willows are full of flowers when they fly. A melancholy snow in the east column, life looks a little clear!" Although this is not the time for snowflakes to fly, Yang Jing clearly felt Su Dacai's heart. At this time, he left home for half a month and did not know whether his own sister Yang Qi was good, and his heart was full of concern. The fragrance of pear blossoms is heartbroken.

Thousands of glasses of wine, think about it. Everything in the world is impermanent. For the hurt of love, laugh at the vicissitudes of life. Thousands of tears turn into cold windows. There are gatherings and dispersing, gains and losses. A pear blossom song, a few more than a few hurt parting words is pear blossom or not. Tao is an apricot flower, isn't it? White and red, not the taste of spring. Once. Once. People are slightly drunk in the new building. Just when Yang Jing was immersed in the injury and parting. The dialogue between several people attracted him.

"Why do you think he, a young master of the Yang family, is so depressed and came to our Nangong Pavilion to take refuge?" It's the voice of a male servant.

"What the hell, let's not mention him!" It's a girl's coquettishness.

Yang Jing thought to himself, "It turns out that this is a secret meeting here by the servants of Nangong Pavilion. It seems that his family law of Nangong Pavilion is very strict."

"Come and kiss... Uh-huh..." The man laughed.

"Damn!" The maid giggled.

Yang Jing couldn't bear to peek and was about to walk away and suddenly heard it again

"If it hadn't been for the master's duel with Xiao Tongren in Hepingwumen, how would you have had a chance to kiss me?" The maid was so coquettish that she was paralyzed on the lawn. The male servant buried his head in her beautiful pink neck and hair, greedily smelling her touching body fragrance.

I saw a little tired and charming eyes and begged, "Fan Lang! I really can't do it. Please let Minger go."

The male servant kissed Minger and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, can you sleep here obediently?"

Minger nodded powerlessly and closed her eyes.

Yang Jing secretly believes that it will be inappropriate to look at it again. If you don't see it, you really want to give up.

I saw Chao Moer's evenly satisfied breathing sound from the grass and fell asleep soundly. I thought that her dream must be very sweet.

When Yang Jing saw the male servant put on his clothes, he immediately knew that he was leaving and immediately hid aside. The male servant slipped away carefully. Yang Jing shouted not well. This guy must have been addicted to this screaming.

"It's not appropriate for this Minger girl to lie here naked**... But I... What should I do?" Yang Jing, who is talking to himself, is being tested by his conscience!

"Forget it, if I wake her up, I'm afraid she will scream at that time. Just now, what he said about the master's duel in Heping Wumen? I'd like to see it. Turn around and leave if you want.

But he saw the male servant running forward sneakly, and soon after, several people came with knives in their hands. Feeling strange, Yang Jing immediately followed him. He couldn't help but be shocked to see them killing into their residence and scolding something bustlingly! Yang Jing had a hunch that he was going to be wanted.

"That boy is missing!"

"Go around and look for it!"

Those people are talking. Yang Jing, who was hiding aside, was shocked to see a bloody servant in front of him dragging a knife: "Go quickly, officers and soldiers are coming from the west gate."

Hearing the words, the seven or eight people immediately ran away. For a moment, Yang Jing felt that something big was going to happen. Driven by curiosity, Yang Jing still followed secretly.

When they came to Ximen, they only heard the screams. Although the generals of Nangong Pavilion fought hard, they were still rushed all over by the enemy and could not be defeated, and they could not even retreat to defend the Drunken Dream Tower.

Just as the west gate was full of swords and flesh and blood, Yang Jing saw that they were the two young masters of Yangfu, Guangfeng and Yaqing, who mentioned the sickle and held a long sword. Leading more than 20 first-class masters and 60 disciples of Pingwumen from two teams came across the eaves. When the people of Nangong Pavilion were overwhelmed, they rushed down the street from the roof opposite the Drunken Dream Tower and abruptly cut the coalition of Nangong Pavilion and some martial arts people who fought hard in the west gate into two pieces that could not care about each other.

For a while, Nangong Pavilion and Jianghu people fell into a situation of silenceless beating.

Under the strong attack of the enemy. The people guarding outside the drunken dream building were quickly eliminated, and Guangfeng and Yaqing immediately launched a battle to attack the door, forcing nearly 30 good hands guarding the cabinet to retreat into the building.

Nang Gong Xinwei was killed from the building at this time.

followed by Xianlan, several male servants and a young boy with a black sword.

The young man with the black sword rushed to the front and calm. The long sword flashed, and one person on the left splashed blood and threw away. The other hand actually grabbed another big knife, broke his strength, and kicked the enemy to death. The sword flashed again, and flesh and blood flew across. More than a dozen Yangfu's men who had just rushed into the outer courtyard were forced to die or be injured, and fell out of the street.

Guangfeng, who was born rugged and powerful, and Yaqing, which is clever and beautiful, are killed from both sides.

I only saw how smart the young man's eyesight was. Looking at the angle and time of the attack between the two, I immediately knew the skill of men and women, which would let the other party take the initiative. Just before the opponent formed a joint attack, his right hand used exquisite swordsmanship, condensed his whole body power, and split it on the sickle and sword.

Yang Jing knew at a glance that Guangfeng and Yaqing never wanted to fight with the young man with the black sword, but the young man's sword was empty. He knew that he was going to force himself to fight internal strength, and he could not avoid it. He had no choice but to carry weapons to prevent blood from splashing on the spot.

"Dangdang!" Two loud noises.

The handsome man and beautiful woman were shocked like electricity, and the offensive collapsed and retreated into her own sea of people.

As soon as the two retreated, the others were vulnerable. In an instant, under the leadership of the black sword, more than 40 people were killed outside the door.

The whistle sounded on the tall buildings in the distance. After hearing the news, the enemy's good hands on the eaves rushed down one after another and joined the fierce battle to annihilate the Nangong Pavilion and the Black Sword Youth.

"That's Dao Hongying, the fifth disciple of Pingwu Geyang Tuyuan!" Yang Jing couldn't help shouting.

At this time, Dao Hong should push forward to the left wing of the black sword youth later, and the red gun in his hand flew over, and the blocker was invincible.

His red gun is suitable for both far and near, and he is best at hand-to-hand combat. Every shot gives birth to an incomparable momentum. At the same time, the three qi in his body converge, and the internal force is endless and there is no exhaustion. Compared with the power of the cold, it is no less.

On the other side are the two daughters of Nangong Xinwei and Xianlan. Their martial arts have the same origin. Under the leadership and care of Nangong Xinwei, they cooperate seamlessly. It seems that Nangong Pavilion is still very good at martial arts as a generation of heroes.

At this time, the scene is getting more and more chaotic, and more people are dying