The eight sword swords are actually a general term for a sword technique, which is taken from the eight swords of Yongzi. The two swords themselves are gassho swords, consisting of two short swords of the same size. The two swords are crossed and placed flat together, resembling a butterfly, so they are also called butterfly swords.

Shen Xiaojia had seen the Eight-Zhan Knife in some movies and TV shows about Wing Chun in his previous life. Now that he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream.

"Oh oh oh!" The young man did not speak, but the big rooster in his arms roared three times at Shen Xiaojia with red eyes.

"The person who came here is not a good person..." Shen Xiaojia suddenly woke up and continued to walk up, pretending not to know anything, and nodded to the young man with a smile as a greeting.

"You are very proud," the young man slowly put the big rooster on the wooden board of the stairs and suddenly said, "That's right, anyone who can get that chicken will be very happy... But, some people are happy and some are sad, do you know

You know...I'm very unhappy now!"

Shen Xiaojia froze, thinking that the young man was talking about Chu Yunqiao, and pouted and said, "Little brother, it's not nice for you to talk like that. It's helpless for others to make chickens because you don't want to be chickens yourself... and

, we don’t know each other, so how do I know whether you are happy or not? It’s really baffling!”

"There are things you don't want to do when making chickens. If you don't want to, don't do it!" The young man stared at Shen Xiaojia angrily and said in a cold voice, "You ate someone else's chicken and you are still talking about being unwilling. How can you be here?"

Such a shameless person!"

Only then did Shen Xiaojia react and said with a strange expression, "You are talking about that roast chicken..."

"Did you eat other chickens?" The boy suddenly pulled out the Eight-Zhan Sword from his waist, "It doesn't matter, no matter how many chickens you eat, I will make you vomit them all out later!"

"Wait a minute, let's talk sense. You and I don't know each other, why do we draw our swords when we disagree?"

"Stop pretending, you and I have a blood feud and we are sworn in..."

"What grudge? What grudge?"

"Not only did you eat the chickens I had raised for ten years," the boy twisted his butt, pointed at a swelling, and said sadly, "you also made my butt look like this... tell me, should I be chopped to death?"

You bastard!"

"Let's not mention the chicken thing for now..." Shen Xiaojia scratched his forehead, "Does your butt have anything to do with me?"

"The boiling water on the beam, the iron clamps on the ground, and the small awl nails on the stool..." The young man bit his lip, as if his butt hurt more with every word he said, and his lips trembled as he said, "Don't tell me those things

You didn’t put the thing there!”

"Oh... I asked you why the firewood shed was in such a mess yesterday. It turned out that your little mouse got in!" Shen Xiaojia pretended to be aware of the situation and pursed his lips and said, "Then you can't blame me.

It's your own fault. If you break into a private house, I can definitely arrest you and take you to the government office to punish you... I won't trouble you, but you still dare to block my way. It's really a dog hitting the stone and the man biting the dog. It's unreasonable! You gangsters

The middle-aged man is indeed used to lawlessness. That sweet potato seller, Grandma Ji, is your master, right? Tell her for me that I will invite her to tea at the government office tomorrow, and I need to ask her for an explanation on some matters!"

"My master is not free. I can give you whatever explanation you want right now..."

"The story of a roasted sweet potato... The judge ruined the temple on the outskirts of the city, and beside the bonfire, a woman in a thin shirt died. I found some roasted sweet potatoes from her stomach..."

"You don't want to say that my master killed her with roasted sweet potatoes, do you? My master's sweet potatoes are sweet and glutinous. I eat them every day. Except for farting more, I don't feel uncomfortable at all..."

"Of course I know she didn't kill the person, otherwise I wouldn't have said that I invited her to drink tea, but what she did in that ruined temple that night must be explained clearly! Jianghu is also in Daqing, and everyone must

Obey the laws of Daqing!"

"If you want to explain, my master will give it to you? You think too highly of yourself... Stop blabbering about and delaying time. Your time is coming, let's get down to business!" The young man took a deep breath,

He said bitterly, "Let's just write off the butt thing. I guess I didn't have the foresight to fall for you, a sinister villain... Next, let's settle that chicken's debt!"

Shen Xiaojia took out a silver note from his arms and said, "How do you want to calculate it? A chicken usually only costs one tael of silver. This is a hundred taels of silver note. Is a hundredfold compensation enough?"

"One hundred taels? Do you know what kind of chicken that is?" The young man sneered, "I feed it more than one hundred taels of food every year, not to mention the rare medicinal materials specially prepared for it, such as thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and thousands of taels of chicken.

Annual blood ginseng... Calculate how much these should be worth? Should you pay a hundredfold compensation? Can you afford the compensation?"

Shen Xiaojia's expression froze, he swallowed and said, "Brother, you are too wasteful... I really can't afford to apologize, but don't say anything to make me spit it out. I guess it's all digested now."

If you vomit it, you will definitely not be able to vomit it out. Even if you vomit it out, you will not be able to eat anymore..."

"Then there's no need to vomit. Blood debt must be repaid with blood." The young man stuck out his tongue and licked the blade of the blade. Unexpectedly, the blade cut his tongue, and a stream of bright red blood immediately flowed out. He pretended to be calm and swallowed the blood, and continued to use his tongue.

He said, "It's not even twenty-four hours now. The medicine has just taken effect and most of it is still in your body. When I kill you and drink your blood, the effect will be the same!"

Shen Xiaojia looked at the trace of blood on the Eight-Zhan Blade, took a breath, blinked his eyes and said, "It really hurts. Be careful, swords and guns have no eyesight... Is there no other solution?"

"That's a lot of nonsense!" The young man became angry. He held the knife in both hands, stood upright in front of his chest, twisted his right foot, leaped down from the top of the stairs, stabbed straight at Shen Xiaojia, and shouted sternly, "Come on, hurry up and follow me."

The Qibao exquisite chicken should apologize! Don’t let it wait in a hurry!”

Shen Xiaojia's eyelids twitched and he was about to dodge sideways. Unexpectedly, the big red-crowned rooster that had been placed on the wooden board by the boy suddenly flew up and flew towards him from the other side. He immediately leaned back and flew to the left.

With his feet, an upside-down golden hook came, and he kicked the big rooster into the rear yard. He lifted his hands up, supported the boy's chest and abdomen, and threw it backwards with all his strength. He said two words with a flushed face, "Let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man was about to say something taunting, when he felt a huge force coming from under his body and he flew up, drawing a perfect parabola in the air. With a plop, he fell upside down into the stream in the backyard like a green onion, splashing.

Make a big water splash.

Shen Xiaojia stood up slowly, looked at his hands in surprise, looked at the place where the young man fell into the water with an apologetic look, and murmured, "I'm sorry... I really didn't mean it. I didn't expect that I would become like this now."

So powerful..." Suddenly I felt a hot fire burning in my chest and abdomen, and my lips were a little dry. I quickly walked towards Chu Yunqiao's boudoir, "This chicken has such great stamina, I'd better leave quickly.

It's better to go home and sleep after the scene..." Luck is like a rainbow, and steps are like flying.

Within a moment, Shen Xiaojia came to the door of Chu Yunqiao's boudoir, stretched out his right hand and patted the door gently, and said with drunken eyes, "Miss Yunqiao...are you there?"

In the boudoir, Chu Yunqiao had already changed into a pink shirt. He heard a knock on the door, looked at the dagger in his hand, hesitated for a moment, then hid the dagger in his sleeve, stood up slowly, and squeezed out a

With a charming smile on her face, she walked to the mahogany table in the center of the boudoir and sat down, saying softly, "Sir, please come in!"

Shen Xiaojia pushed open the door suddenly, glanced around the room, closed the door smoothly, staggered to the opposite side of Chu Yunqiao and sat down, minding his own business, picked up the wine bottle on the table and drank a gulp.

After a few big mouthfuls, he took a long breath and said with a blushing smile, "I made Miss Yunqiao laugh... On the way here just now, I moved my body, so my mouth and tongue were a little dry, so I was so rude. I'm sorry..."

"Young Master, you don't have to be polite," Chu Yunqiao said with charming eyes, "Originally, everything in this room tonight was prepared for Young Master, you can take whatever you want, even me..."

Shen Xiaojia raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yunqiao. Everywhere he looked was beautiful spring scenery. He suddenly felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter. He quickly looked away, picked up the wine bottle again, and drank non-stop.

Chu Yunqiao saw that Shen Xiaojia was only focused on drinking, without any precautions. He thought to himself that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He quickly stood up, moved lightly, and stood beside Shen Xiaojia. He quietly held the dagger in his right hand and hid it behind his back.

, stretched out his left hand to Shen Xiaojia's forehead, rubbed it lightly with his fingertips a few times, exhaled softly and said, "Sir...slow down, if you drink too quickly, it will be bad for your health..."

Shen Xiaojia felt the soft touch on his forehead, put down the wine bottle in his hand, stared at Chu Yunqiao with burning eyes, his breathing gradually became faster, he tried to calm down, and said drunkenly, "Miss Yunqiao... sit down, I've already

I came in and sat down, and I drank the wine too... It's getting late, I think I'd better go home and rest. In this state, I really don't have the energy to enjoy the flowers and the moon..."

"If you don't want to enjoy the flowers, I won't do them... It's just that you have written a whole house of poems tonight, so you must be very tired. Why bother going home again? Why don't you just stay here and let Yunqiao take care of you and rest..."

His left hand slid from Shen Xiaojia's forehead to his lips. Chu Yunqiao's right hand hidden behind his back suddenly swung out. Silver light suddenly appeared, and a dagger stabbed straight at Shen Xiaojia's throat, as fast as lightning.

Shen Xiaojia was already fascinated by the excitement, but when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the sudden silver light. He was a little startled. His hands turned into claws, and he accurately grasped Chu Yunqiao's hands. He straightened up, trying to stand up so that he could communicate with Chu Yunqiao easily.

While trying to cross the move, he accidentally slipped and fell down, pressing Chu Yunqiao. His lips happened to be printed on those warm red lips. A wisp of intoxicating fragrance floated into his mouth and nose, and then his mind became more and more chaotic.

His hands began to fumble involuntarily.

With a squeak, Chu Yunqiao felt that her brain was pounding. The breath emanating from Shen Xiaojia's hot lips and teeth made her whole body sore and weak. Her eyes couldn't help but become blurred. The dagger also rolled aside. Her cheeks turned red and she wanted to push Shen Xiaojia away.

, but finally put his arms around Shen Xiaojia's neck.

At this moment, Shen Xiaojia and Chu Yunqiao both forgot everything and hugged each other heartily in the cool moonlight and the fragrant boudoir.
Chapter completed!