After Yi Yingjie left, the commander-in-chief sat alone at the pearwood table and drank steaming milk tea. Two pretty maids stood beside the commander-in-chief with their hands lowered. The commander-in-chief frowned and said to himself: "Ayu,

Why have you been absent-minded all day? There is too little salt in the tea! Do you think I am really blind? Or do you think Yi Yingjie will really marry you, a little maid with no status and no background? "

A pretty maid in pink clothes named Ayu hurriedly knelt down in front of the Commander-in-Chief, prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise her head, and cried in panic: "Commander-in-Chief, this slave is guilty!"

The commander-in-chief shook his head and sighed, "Which girl doesn't miss spring? It's human nature, and I don't blame you for this! It's just that you paid the wrong person. Yi Yingjie's ambition is extremely big. How tall do you think you are?

Beauty is the capital that allows you to escape from the sea of ​​misery? If I hadn't looked at the old friendship between your father and me, you wouldn't even be qualified to be a maid, right? Tell me, what have you told Yi Yingjie these days? "

A Yu fell on the ground and cried sadly: "General, Mr. Yi is sincere to me! He promised me that he will definitely marry me as a matchmaker when the matter is accomplished! There were several times when you were away, Mr. Yi secretly

He came to meet me without touching my body. He promised me that he would definitely wait until the wedding day..."

The commander-in-chief laughed sadly and took out a folded piece of yellow paper from his arms. The paper was densely written in small regular script. The commander-in-chief threw the yellow paper full of words in front of Ayu, "Silly boy, such a liar

You believe it! See for yourself, Yi Yingjie has been to the city in the past few days, went to two brothels, and secretly met with the second princess’s men. The woman Yi Yingjie really wants to marry is the second princess, not you! "

Ayu picked up the yellow paper from the ground, opened it, and read it carefully from beginning to end, crying while reading. The paper recorded in detail Yi Yingjie's activities in Zhuoshui City these days, including which store he stayed in,

Who he met, the content of the conversation, etc. Ah Yu burst into tears, choked with tears, and choked up: "Commander, this is not true! Mr. Yi loves me, he will not lie to me!"

The commander-in-chief didn't speak any more and just clapped his hands twice. Except for the faint sobs of Ah Yu, the tent was as silent as death. After half a cup of tea, a man of medium build and plain-looking servant lifted up the curtain and entered.

After entering the tent, he walked a few steps, put his left hand on his chest, bent down and saluted the commander-in-chief, "An Buzan has seen the commander-in-chief! I wonder what the commander-in-chief ordered when he summoned his subordinates?"

The commander-in-chief under the mask smiled and asked in a low voice: "Zan Anbu, you have been following and monitoring Yi Yingjie these days. Tell me, has he met the second princess's men? If he has, we have talked about it.

What?"

Anbu said respectfully: "To the commander-in-chief, two days ago Yi Yingjie met Tubushi, his confidant sent by the second princess to contact him, in the private room on the second floor of Chunxiao Tower, the largest brothel in Zhuoshui City. Tubushi brought

According to the message from the second princess, Yi Yingjie also promised to marry the second princess on the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month at the end of the year! Yi Yingjie also told Tubushi that he had bribed Cheng Jinyu, the maid next to the commander-in-chief..." As he spoke, Abe praised him with his eyes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the maid Ayu who was kneeling on the ground.

The commander-in-chief nodded, "Abuzan, thank you for your hard work these days. I have already

Got it, go down!" Anbuzan once again put his left hand on his chest, bent down and saluted the commander-in-chief, "May the Holy Spirit bless the commander-in-chief's good health!" After that, he took a few steps back and slowly walked out of the tent.

The maid Ayu was already in tears. She struggled to stand up and walked out while crying: "General, he said that the person he loves most is me. I, I want to go to Mr. Yi and ask him why he wants to

Lied to me!"

The commander-in-chief said coldly: "Stop! You stupid kid, just rely on your brain. If you ask him, you will only be coaxed by him! They sold you, and you are still helping them count the money! If you now

Without any use value, he won’t even blink an eye when he kills you!” Ayu cried so hard...

In another large tent of the Great Xia Swordsman Mission, an old man with white eyebrows and drooping crotch hair sat on a chair with his eyes closed and meditating. On the mahogany table next to him was a large pipe with a copper pot, and there were wisps of green smoke.

While smoking, Yi Yingjie walked around the tent impatiently. After walking around for a few times, Yi Yingjie said angrily: "Master, please think about it, we just stay here for the sake of face. If we lose in Luofeng Yangshou

Here, the consequences will be disastrous!"

It turns out that the old man with a bald head is Yi Yingjie’s master, Yelu Chunlei, the leader of the Baochan Sect. Yelu Chunlei did not open his eyes, but just smiled coldly, "Yingjie, why don’t you have any concentration at all? Always be calm when facing big events! A Luo

Feng Yang just scared you like this? What, does Luo Fengyang have three heads and six arms, or can he control the wind and rain? You are Yi Hongming's son after all, why are you so cowardly!"

Yi Yingjie stumbled and said: "Master! You harmed Luo Fengyang's uncle back then, and he is here to take revenge on you! Why don't you just sit here and wait for death? Originally, our Baochan Sect ranked last among the seven major sects in Daxia.

It is only because of your outstanding martial arts that you have maintained the seventh position of the Baochan Sect. If you make any mistake, our Baochan Sect will be finished, and the marriage between me and the second princess will also fall through!"

Yelu Chunlei suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the big copper pot pipe from the table, took a puff, and blew out a straight smoke ring. Yelu Chunlei stared at the rising smoke ring and said slowly: "Yingjie, you have always been very smart, who

Zhique is smart and confused for a moment! With my strength, even if I run away now, won't Luo Fengyang be able to catch up with me? If he catches up with me and I fight him when I am alone, what do you think my chances of winning are?

?”

Yi Yingjie choked and coughed, fanned the smoke in front of him with his hand, and advised earnestly: "Master, even if you stay, the old guys in our mission have their own agendas, and who of them is willing to help you sincerely?

?They all wish that the Bao Chan Sect would be finished soon!"

Yelu Chunlei pointed at Yi Yingjie with a big copper pot pipe and sneered: "You are still too young to be calm! So what if each has his own agenda? In the face of such a powerful enemy as Luo Fengyang, only by joining forces can we

Survive, do you think these old guys don’t know this? If we fight among ourselves, that’s an internal matter. If we face Luo Fengyang, we won’t care about fighting among ourselves! Otherwise, we will all die!"

Yelu Chunlei stood up and walked out of the tent with his pipe in his hand. As he walked, he turned back and said: "Now I am going to meet those old guys. Even if we all have different agendas, we all have to be tied to a chariot. Today's meeting

Things, one is prosperous and the other is destructive

We are all in harm's way, no one can stay out of it! When necessary, we have to seek help from the commander-in-chief, and there is no way around it!" Yi Yingjie was silent.

…

At the west gate of Zhuoshui City, the garrison soldiers at the gate saw an unusual sight. A young man in white with a sword on his back rode a tall white horse and a thin man riding a donkey backwards went out of the city to Zhuoshui City.

Running upstream of the water river. The garrison soldiers whispered, that man's donkey is so powerful, and its leg strength is no worse than that of a white horse that looks like it comes from the Western Regions. This is so unreasonable!

Tang Jiusheng said with a smile while urging the horse: "Uncle Luo, you are going to find Yelu Chunlei now. Is this considered a public and private revenge?" Luo Fengyang laughed loudly and said: "Kid, what you said is wrong. I am obviously taking care of both public and private matters.

!”

The two chatted and laughed, and then they drove seven or eight miles away. Sure enough, they saw a dozen dome tents on the big mound on the river bank from a distance. Tang Jiusheng whistled to Xiao Qing, who was hovering in the air, and Xiao Qing shook his head.

Wing left. Several Daxia scouts riding around on horseback outside the tent immediately fired a loud arrow into the air to notify them that an enemy was approaching. Tang Jiusheng and Luo Fengyang did not take it seriously, but deliberately slowed down.

After half a cup of tea, the two of them were less than two arrows away from the dome tent. More than a hundred people from the Great Xia Swordsman Mission had come out to greet them. Most of the retinues had their bows strung and their swords unsheathed, and a pair of

As if facing a formidable enemy.

Luo Fengyang burst into laughter. The reason why he told Yi Yingjie that he was Luo Fengyang was to achieve this effect of intimidating his opponents and to gain the upper hand! Luo Fengyang only had one hidden worry, worrying that the number one martial artist in Daxia would suddenly become the Demon An.

Appeared because Mo An is not in this team. As for the other members of Daxia Wulin Dao, they are not worth mentioning to Luo Fengyang. Luo Fengyang only has Mo An in his eyes. Luo Fengyang

Have this qualification.

Luo Fengyang knows Mo'an's character. Mo'an, who likes freedom by nature, cannot bear to be mixed with any envoys. Moreover, Mo'an will not take Mo Di Shanyu and Dongyuan King Na Shiyu seriously.

Power is nothing in the eyes of the lawless Mo'an. He has always had his own way, and being with these "nothings" is simply holding him back.

Tang Jiusheng and Luo Fengyang took their mounts. On the opposite side, eleven swordsmen from Daxia were already lined up on horseback. On the far left of them was Yi Yingjie, who still had resentment in his eyebrows. Yi Yingjie and a big man carrying a copper pot

The old man with white eyebrows and the crotch of the tobacco bag was next to each other, deliberately opening half a horse's head away. That old man must be Yelu Chunlei, the leader of the Baochan Sect. The two sides held hands with each other, and Luo Fengyang said loudly: "I'm Luo Fengyang, and my little friend

Tang Jiusheng came to visit the Daxia envoy!"

Among the eleven knights, the most prominent one is an old man wearing a purple brocade robe. In the Heroic Swordsman Corps, only a few people wear the costumes of Dashan, including this man. The old man in purple robe is tall, majestic, and has a pair of big shoes.

With extremely sharp eyes, he held Daxia's waist knife on his waist and said with a smile: "We very much welcome the arrival of Daxia Luo. Our Daxia envoy has been waiting for you two for a long time! According to our Daxia customs, we have to invite you two.

Come to the tent and have a bowl of milk tea!”
Chapter completed!