Su Xiaoyu subconsciously closed his eyes and pursed his lips and listened silently. Although Long Yubing played well, there were a few unobstructed sounds in the middle. Long Yubing also frowned slightly. After playing, he stood up and said to Su Xiaoyu: "Come and try." Su Xiaoyu hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I... I'm afraid of destroying the lady's treasure zither..." Long Yubing pressed his eyebrows and shouted in a little impatiently: "This piano is a waste of resources in my hands. A sword is matched with heroes, and flowers are given to beauty--you-go, I know you play well." Su Xiaoyu looked at Long Yubing in surprise. The envy in Long Yubing's gem-like eyes was revealed, and the expectation could not be hidden no matter what. Looking back at Long Yubing's appearance when he saw him passing the magic circle, Su Xiaoyu also vaguely realized that this unreasonable lady was not actually like she deliberately showed it.

Mu Wushuang lies on the bed and sleeps soundly, and suddenly his thighs are in great pain. Mu Wushuang quickly rolls up and sees Luo Rui staring at him with anger. Mu Wushuang subconsciously looks down at the footprints on his pants, and immediately squeezes out a smile and asks: "What's wrong with Aunt Luo?" Luo Rui glares at him angrily: "Xiaoyu is caught and becomes a maid!" Mu Wushuang is also a little confused when he hears this, and quickly asks her what's going on. Luo Rui adds fuel to what he knows and says it again. The more Mu Wushuang hears, Su Xiaoyu may be sold to someone else by Long Yubing tomorrow.

Mu Wushuang also stood up anxiously: "No, I have to go find the master and ask him to find a way to get the person back!" Luo Rui said impatiently: "Go quickly and go quickly, I will kill you if you are too slow!" Mu Wushuang just ran to the gate of the Jiujian Pavilion Hall, and a hateful female voice suddenly came from Mu Wushuang: "Okay, so you are here!" Before Mu Wushuang could see who it was, a long sword with a cold light was already at his neck.

Zi thorned. Mu Wushuang dodged the sword in a little embarrassedly and looked at it. It turned out to be Mei Yinghong. Mei Yinghong was wearing a filial scarf on her head, and raised her sword in anger, and slashed at Mu Wushuang's head with a disorganized slash. Mu Wushuang was confused and did not dare to take action casually, so she could only dodge Mei Yinghong's sword again. Several disciples of the Nine Sword Pavilion rushed over and pulled Mei Yinghong away. Mei Yinghong shouted with anger: "Boy, the revenge of killing her husband is irreconcilable!"

Mu Wushuang looked at Mei Yinghong for some reason. Although he and Li Yu jointly injured Dugu Ying that day, it was not enough to kill him. Mu Wushuang stood up and asked, "Mr. Mei, when did I kill your husband?" When did Mei Yinghong hears him say this, tears rolled out in her eyes and gritted her teeth and said, "Ha, ha, can't you remember? Okay, I'll help you!" After that, Mei Yinghong used her arms to break free from several disciples who held her, and the long sword in her hand stabbed Mu Wushuang in her dantian like a poisonous snake. Mu Wushuang hurriedly retreated.

With a big stride, Mei Yinghong's long sword pierced the air. But Mei Yinghong immediately turned the sword and stabbed Mu Wushuang's throat. Mu Wushuang's body slanted and dodged. Mei Yinghong pressed her wrist and the sword cut Mu Wushuang's shoulders. Mu Wushuang frowned and could only stretch out his left hand to hold Mei Yinghong's long sword tightly. Mei Yinghong used internal force to pull back the sword. The sword that Mu Wushuang held in her hand was pulled out by her two inches, and blood flowed from the cracks of her fingers. But no matter how hard Mei Yinghong used, the long sword could never be pulled out.

Mei Yinghong suddenly threw away her long sword, raised her palm and slapped at Mu Wushuang's face. Mu Wushuang was about to dodge, but one hand pulled Mei Yinghong's shoulder. Mu Wushuang turned her head and saw that it was Zhang Zhubei who rescued him. Zhang Zhubei's complexion was obviously much better now, and a little oily glow appeared on his smiling face. Zhang Zhubei said kindly: "My lady Mei, why bother to get angry with a gangster!" Mei Yinghong did not look at Zhang Zhubei in front of her, but still stared at Mu Wushuang tightly: "My husband was harmed by this boy, and his body has not been cold yet... Today I want to cut off his head to pay tribute to the deceased husband!"

Mu Wushuang looked at Zhang Zhubei, and Zhang Zhubei also glanced at him, took Mei Yinghong's long sword from Mu Wushuang's hand, and placed it behind him casually and said, "Mr. Mei, although this kid is a mess, he wants to kill your husband... I'm afraid he's still more tender." Mei Yinghong looked at Zhang Zhubei angrily and said almost word by word: "Not only him, there is also a black boy who is also an accomplice!"

Mu Wushuang was about to speak, but Zhang Zhubei stood between Mei Yinghong and Mu Wushuang and smiled and explained: "Mr. Mei Woman, this ball is really not awesome, but he is a fledgling brat, and the couple are famous Mei Yingshuangshuang... How can a thin monkey like a bamboo pole and a small farmer like a coal ball? Mei Woman remembered it wrong." Mei Yinghong's eyes flashed with endless fierce light: "This kid is self-reliant and despised, my husband..."

At this time, a cold voice came from behind Mu Wushuang: "What did you say? This kid is holding Juluo Jian?!" Mu Wushuang's heart was trembling, and he slowly turned his head to look at him. He saw a beautiful woman in forties in her mourning clothes standing behind him with murderous intent on her face. Mu Wushuang only glanced at the woman and did not dare to look at her again - because her facial features were beautiful, but the bone-killing intent on her body was more intimidating than the ghost grandma. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but sweat: "This... must be my Grand Master, Yu Shura Long Sizhan."

Long Sizhan glanced at Mu Wushuang, walked around him and stood directly in front of Mei Yinghong, stared at Mei Yinghong and said, "What did you say just now? Say it again." Mei Yinghong was slightly stunned. The murderous aura on Long Sizhan's face became stronger and stronger. Mei Yinghong was so scared that she was so scared that she unconsciously took a few steps back. Long Sizhan narrowed her eyes and looked at Mei Yinghong about to say something, Zhang Zhubei hurriedly bowed and said, "Uncle Master, why are you...?" Long Sizhan looked at Zhang Zhubei, stretched out his right hand and pointed at Mu Wushuang: "Zhubei, this kid is holding a Juluo Sword, do you know?"

Zhang Zhubei hesitated and nodded, Long Sizhan sneered and clenched his fists: "It seems that it is necessary to talk to Bai Xiaochuan'er!" Mei Yinghong saw that Long Sizhan was rude to his master. Although she was afraid of her, her eyes were still red and she shouted at Long Sizhan: "Yu Shura! You also have a husband, so I will ask you, your husband was killed, and the murderer was right in front of you. What would you do?"

Long Sizhan's expression calmed down a little, and he looked at Mei Yinghong silently. Mei Yinghong continued, "Yu Shura, my husband died innocently, this kid is the culprit. I want to take revenge, can you understand?" Long Sizhan moved the corners of his mouth and nodded slowly. Seeing that Mei Yinghong's mood was a little calmer, Long Sizhan whispered: "Mr. Mei is very regretful to me, but now I want to talk to the White House Lord about something else."

At this time, two more people came to Long Sizhan. One of them was holding a book in his hand, wearing a black robe, and his face turned a little yellow. This person was Wen Jiang from Sufeng Pavilion, and the other was straight and an old Taoist with an embroidered Taoist robe. Liu Fangbai, the master of Longhu Mountain's merits, was Liu Fangbai. Liu Fangbai looked at Longsizhan directly, and Long Sizhan could only bow and bow and salute: "Zhang Long has seen Taoist priest Liu." According to the seniority of Longhu Mountain, Long Sizhan is Zhang Bao's wife, and should be called Liu Fangbai's uncle; but if it is based on the seniority of Jiujian Pavilion, Long Sizhan is the same generation as Liu Fangbai. The reason why Zhang Bao did not come to pay his respects was that he was concerned about Long Sizhan's generation in the martial arts world.

After Long Sizhan finished giving the gift, Liu Fangbai also replied with a gift to respect her seniority in Jiujian Pavilion. After Long Sizhan and Wen Jiang had finished politely, Liu Fangbai whispered: "Sizhan, you have been tired these days, why don't you go and have a good rest?" Long Sizhan sneered and yelled: "Master Liu, didn't Bai Xiaochuan'er always say that my juniors in Jiujian Pavilion bully people with their power? I just learned that this little kid relied on the word "Slaying Sword" in his hand to kill people and rob people and do all the bad things!"
Chapter completed!