Chapter 190

A winter rain came to the South China Sea without warning. The whole Fenglei pass was shrouded in a hazy drizzle. A chill came, which made the whole Fenglei pass have some sense of killing.

On the top of Fenglei pass, the burly Yin Xiaoyun stands on the top of the city. Looking south, he looks gloomy. Although he doesn't take an umbrella, the drizzle never falls on him.

Behind him, the sound of footsteps.

But saw a figure slender scholar appearance middle-aged man to take an umbrella slowly, stopped at one side.

Yin Xiaoyun did not look back, but calmly said: "Mr. Luo, have you ever had the experience of commanding soldiers in the past?"

The middle-aged scholar looked self-confident, holding an umbrella, calmly shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Yin is joking. I'm just a scholar. I've been studying since I was a child. Although I've been in the Imperial Academy for several years, I've seen many generals, but I've never led a soldier."

Yin Xiaoyun shrugged his shoulders and said, "it's always difficult to lead a soldier. There are always some outstanding generals under his hands, which are hard to suppress. According to Mr. Luo, if it is difficult to suppress the subordinates, what should we do? "

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually dissipated. He shook his head and said, "I never thought about it. I hope Mr. Yin will make it clear."

Yin Xiaoyun calmly turned around and gazed at the middle-aged scholar, saying, "military law is like a mountain, kill it!"

The middle-aged scholar who was called Mr. Luo's face changed greatly. He took a step back, which was a little inconceivable.

Yin Xiaoyun took a step forward and said calmly, "so I killed those Koi that didn't have eyes."

The middle-aged scholar finally realized the problem. His face was very ugly and he held his umbrella in silence.

"So, rochian, if I call you Mr. Luo, you are really lawless? Although you come from Guozijian, you have never been in any position. Who gave you the courage to command Koi? Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon

On Yin Xiaoyun's face, there was a ferocity, and he took another step forward.

The scholar, who was called Luo Ci'an, turned pale and kept retreating. However, he seemed to be used to domineering. He was still unwilling to be soft and bravely said, "I'm here to follow orders. It's my duty to call the koi master to encircle and suppress the rebels!"

"What's your job?" Yin Xiaoyun suddenly took a big step, jumped in front of nalocian, suddenly took his hand, directly grabbed nalocian's neck, and said with a gloomy face: "scholars are not involved in the military, do you forget this iron law?"

Luo Ci'an, who was choked by his neck, turned red instantly. He left his umbrella in his hand and struggled to hold the arm holding his neck. It seemed that he wanted to struggle, but he could not.

Yin Xiaoyun grabs nalocian's neck with a ferocious face and goes to the edge of the city wall. He bumps nalocian's head on the top of the city. The blood splashes out and diffuses under the pattering rain.

Not far away, dozens of Koi masters in black robes suddenly appeared. They gathered around and stared at the scene.

Yin Xiaoyun did not turn his head back and said, "get out of here!"

As soon as the words came out, dozens of Koi masters did not dare to stay at all. They quickly left, but their faces were full of surprise.

Is this to kill Mr. Luo with a good history?

"Because of your instructions, a highly qualified Koi master died under my hands. It's also because of your direction. The Su family almost started. Do you want to kill me? "

"Do you know what the Su family's accomplishments are? Celestial realm! And it's the celestial realm with Chixiao sword! The acme of wudaojiujing! Even I may not be able to live under the Chixiao sword! "

In anger, Yin Xiaoyun knocked naluoci'an's head on the wall again, leaving a pool of blood.

Luo Ci'an's mouth was wide open and speechless, his face was full of horror and pale, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart.

"Just like you, who have read a few books and have a lot of bad water, should also be my guide?"

Bang!

With another sound, narochian's head hit the wall again, and more blood spilled from his bleeding head. Obviously, Yin Xiaoyun didn't use his Qi. Otherwise, it would be hard for an ordinary martial artist to survive, let alone a scholar who has no accomplishments.

The murderer emerged, Yin Xiaoyun's face was gloomy, and the gas machine slowly gushed out.

Obviously, I want to kill the person in front of me.

At this time, a figure appeared on the top of the city.

"Lord Yin, if you kill this guy, aren't you afraid of dirty hands?"

But I saw that the man was thin and thin. He was also dressed as a scholar, but he was quite old. His hair was white, and he came slowly, with a little smile on his mouth.

If Su Chunsheng was present, he would be able to recognize that he was the man who told stories in the restaurant.

But the old man stopped at one side and didn't stop him. Instead, he said with a smile: "Luo Ci'an, a little bastard, who lives by flattering and flattering, will die when he dies, that is, he will dirty the hands of Lord Yin. Besides, this guy is also followed by a bunch of small miscellaneous insects. He can't make a big difference, but he will disgust people all day. You can't be angry

Yin Xiaoyun converged his Qi and threw the terrified and bloody Luo Ci'an on the ground. Then he turned to the old man and said in a cold voice, "if you are dead, I will not collect your corpses for you."

The old man laughed and nodded: "don't worry, I won't trouble Mr. Yin."

Then Yin Xiaoyun left the city without looking back.

On the top of the city, only the bloody rocian and the unidentified old man were left.

After calming down for a long time, narocian, covering his bleeding head, staggered up and walked to the old man with red eyes. He choked a little and said: "sir... This Yin Xiaoyun is also..."

"Shut up

However, the old man's face was suddenly gloomy. He looked at Luo Ci'an and said with a sneer, "if you were not my student, I would not have paid any attention to you."

When he settled down, he was startled. He quickly bowed his head and began to shiver.

But the old man turned slowly and said darkly, "you've broken my chess. If you're not honest, I'll die when I die. I won't collect your corpse for you."

Luo Ci'an was paralyzed by lightning.

Located in the courtyard of the alley, Su Chunsheng leans back on his chair and looks at the drizzle. He is dazed. In front of him is a pot of warm tea, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Gao Songtao disappeared early in the morning, and left with Wang Meng by the way, saying that he wanted to go around. Su Chunsheng didn't pay any attention. After all, they were both practical practitioners of shangjiujing, and there were only a few people who could move them.

Chu Youwei still sleeps in the room. It's obvious that yesterday's event made her suffer a big blow, and she hasn't recovered.

On one side of the chair, the Miao Sanniang also leans on the chair, watching the rain fall, accompanying Su Chunsheng in a daze.

There was silence all around.

All of a sudden, there was a flow of air.

Su Chunsheng suddenly returns to his senses and looks up at the gate of the courtyard with a frown.

And that Miao Sanniang is to get up in a hurry, ran to the small courtyard door and go.

But two figures appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

A skinny old man with a long sword on his back, supporting a middle-aged man covered with blood, appeared in the courtyard.

Miao Sanniang's face changed. She quickly reached out for help and carried the seriously injured middle-aged man to the backyard.

Su Chunsheng quietly looks at this scene, but he has no plan to help.

The thin old man silently sent the injured man to the backyard, then walked out of the room with a slight sigh, and noticed Su Chunsheng who had been sitting under the eaves of the courtyard.

Then, the old man with the sword widened his eyes and was shocked.

Su Chunsheng frowned, slightly puzzled.

The next moment, the old man who seems to be old-fashioned and silent, burst into tears.