There was deathly silence all around the shabby little pavilion.

None of the people ambushing here expected that there were no three thousand green-shirted brothers as they imagined, but only Chunfengting Laochao and two ignorant boys.

After a while, someone came to report. After confirming that there were only these three people, the enemy hidden in the night wind and rain no longer concealed his whereabouts. Accompanied by the sound of continuous footsteps, the patter of the soles of boots, and the slow movement of the sharp knife.

There was a grinding sound as the scabbard was pulled out, and hundreds of men with solemn faces walked out from behind the pavilion, from the alley, and from the side of the house.

But not only Chao Xiaoshu, Jiu Ge also didn't care, a group of untrained losers, fighting him.

Jiuge is not even afraid of his wife’s stick!

At this time, Chao Xiaoshu also introduced to the two of them: "This man's name is Master Meng, the head of Nancheng. The big man with a shaved head next to him is called Song Tietou. Master Meng is Song Tietou's eldest brother, and Song Tietou is

That so-and-so eldest brother who went to your shop to cause trouble that day..."

"Okay, no need for introduction, I don't have time to hear the names of dead people."

Jiuge also sneered, as if there were a bunch of dead people in front of him.

Listening to Jiuge's comments, the crowd in the rainy night finally couldn't bear it anymore. If he continued talking, people here would probably be pissed to death before the fight started.

After several discussions, Mr. Meng from Nancheng was forced to speak as the representative.

Although looking at Chunfengting Laochao at the moment is bound to lead to death, to be honest, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of the other person until he has seen this person close his eyes. The same is true for Mr. Meng of Nancheng, but at this time, his

The one with the most people is the most powerful, and is usually the most suppressed by the Yulong Gang. If you don't come forward, you can't be justified.

"Unloading grain, moving warehouses, providing logistical support to the military, and guarding the perimeter of the Ministry of Households' warehouses. The most lucrative undercover jobs in the Tang Dynasty have all been occupied by your Yulong Gang over the past few years. Not even a drop of clear soup is used to moisten it.

Brothers, when the Holy Emperor reigns, is this really true in this world?"

Mr. Meng of Nancheng looked at Chao Xiaoshu coldly and said: "You should know very well what it means to offend the public. In the past, all the brothers respected you because of your Chunfengting Laocha's long-standing brand name. However, now that the imperial court has to deal with it,

You..."

Before Master Meng could say anything, Jiu Ge interrupted his conversation rudely.

"Old man, don't put too much money on your face. The emperor has no time to meddle in this business. If he wants this place, he will need you guys to just find a few people who can practice.

Return to the imperial court?"

"If you want to fight, just fight. Just draw the line! Brother San'er is not here to listen to your half-buried nonsense."

Mr. Meng was also very angry at Jiu Ge's words. He pointed at Jiu Ge's nose and said: "Okay! Very good!"

But he still didn't ask anyone to take action. Who knows if Chao Xiaoshu has a back-up plan?

"And, do you think you can survive tonight?"

Chao Xiaoshu also smiled and said, "No need to look, there are only three of us."

"But after tonight, don't even think about having a home in Chang'an City."

A simple sentence made many images appear in the minds of everyone in the room - these five words "Chunfengting Laochao" are a fidelity guarantee, and he will definitely not move if he can't help everyone's relatives - However, on a slightly cold spring rainy night,

The old, sick, sick, wife and young children at home were rudely kicked out of the house, and then the house and shop that he had run for many years was turned into rubble by the men in green shirts from the Yulong Gang. Who can accept such a thing happening to them?

Few people in Chang'an City have seen Chunfeng Ting Lao Chao take action. To be more precise, those old people who saw Chunfeng Ting Lao Chao take action in the early years are already dead, but no one dares to despise him, and no one would think that he

He is a paper tiger who can only talk about brotherhood but has no thunderous skills. Because everyone knows that for a person who can suppress Chang San and others to death, the sword on his waist cannot be just a scholar's accessory.

The name Chunfengting Laochao is a shadow floating above the heads of all his enemies. They want to see what kind of wind and rain this man will bring after the sword on his waist is unsheathed, but no one dares to try, because they know that once this happens,

When the sword is unsheathed from the waist, the dark night in Chang'an will usher in a bloody storm.

Mr. Meng from Nancheng stared with big eyes and shouted with a stern tone: "He's only one person, and he's not a god, so give them all to me!"

There is no shortage of reckless men in Chang'an City who are driven by passion. Hidden ninjas who are looking for opportunities to kill the legends of the world and become famous in one fell swoop. People who follow the crowd who are inspired by the number of companions around them. With the fierce shout of Mr. Meng from Nancheng,

Hundreds of Chang'an Gang members raised their swords and rushed over from all directions, shouting!

"You come or I come?" Looking at the menacing gangsters, Jiuge turned to look at Chao Xiaoshu beside him and asked.

"This is my home."

Chao Xiaoshu’s answer explains everything.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword on Xiaoshu's waist was unsheathed like a dragon. It looked slow but was actually swift and stabbed at the person rushing at the front.

As for Ning Que, he didn't care much. With the big boss next to him, he could just watch the show.

The straight sword blade was forcibly bent into a curve by some force in the air. Compared with its speed, the raindrops falling from the night sky were incredibly slow. Just as the sword blade slapped the man's chest,

The force suddenly came out of the sword, and with a snap, it hit the chest deeply!

The Nancheng gang member who bravely rushed to the front didn't even have time to see Chao Xiaoshu's face clearly, and was directly shot into a kite. It flew through the air in an extremely miserable manner, flew over the dilapidated Spring Breeze Pavilion, and landed.

It’s more than ten feet away!

Seeing the usually brave subordinates being slapped away by the middle-aged man with a wave of his sleeves, seeing the other party getting closer and closer, Nancheng Master Meng, Shunsuke, Uncle Cat and other heroes who were swaying the night in Nancheng and West City, their bodies began to

Trembling slightly.

However, when they thought of the real nobleman standing behind them, and of the two real strong men in the house, they gritted their teeth and roared the fiercest: "Everyone rush up and surround him to death! Throwing axes!"

The fierce roar echoed in the streets and alleys around Chunfeng Pavilion. What was very strange was that when they heard the words "surround him to death", the gang members who mustered up the courage to rush forward with steel knives howling and dispersed as quickly as possible.

He drove away, trying his best to stay away from Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que. The crowd in front dispersed, revealing two rows of strong men. The men had rough cloth belts tied around their waists. There were four small axes in the cloth belts, and they already held two in their hands.

A small ax, about to throw it!

The Tang Dynasty was founded by force, so the control over ordinary weapons was not very strict. As long as you didn't show it around in the busy market, no one would care about you. However, weapons with long-range lethality such as bows and arrows were extremely strict.

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In this case, dozens of flying axes flying through the air are the most terrifying killing move.

As for Chao Xiaoshu, he didn’t care at all.

The thin green steel sword in his hand buzzed, vibrating at an extremely terrifying speed, shaking all the rain and blood on the sword into powder, and then turned into a gray flowing shadow that tore through the rain curtain and flew towards the

Two rows of axe-throwers!

In just an instant, countless fingers fell to the ground along with the small ax in their hands, knocking away a lot of water on the ground.

After a moment of silence, the whole street began to echo with continuous screams. Chao Xiaoshu stood quietly in the rain, without saying a word, in silence,

Hundreds of men in black on the opposite side screamed and screamed, as if they were in two different worlds.

At this time, Mr. Nancheng Meng looked at the scene in front of him and already understood Chao Xiaoshu's true support tonight. He pointed to the expressionless Chao Xiaoshu over there with trembling hands, and howled like a madman:

"You...you!...Chao Xiaoshu...impossible!...How could you be a great practitioner of the Dongxuan Realm!...or...

A great swordsman!"

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At this moment, Chao Xiaoshu's mental energy is all tied to that elusive flying sword. It seems to be extremely powerful. However, the sword is no longer in his hand. He has lost all his defense capabilities. If someone on the other side can break through at this time, then

If you use a flying sword or quietly approach him to launch a sneak attack, he will be in great danger.

Presumably during those dangerous battles in previous years, Chao Xiaoshu must have had those rumored to be extremely fierce brothers as his bodyguards. However, tonight, his brothers were all locked up in their respective camps by the government, so he needed to find someone to find him.

A person who can be trusted and strong enough to protect his close safety.

Ning Que finally knew why Chao Xiaoshu was looking for him, and he dared to protect the two of them.

Judging from Jiuge's method of saving people last time, he is obviously a great swordsman, so it's no wonder he was called in.

It seems that we will be charged twice this time.

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An elite soldier of the Tang Army slowly retracted his feet wearing military boots, listened to the sounds outside the courtyard wall, and slowly returned to the queue. He gestured to his colleagues about the fighting situation outside, then looked down at the crossbow in his hand to confirm that there was no rain.

Let the machine spring have problems.

Dozens of Tang army elites wearing dark ponchos stood silently behind the courtyard wall, holding crossbows in their hands. The sound of killing around the dilapidated Chunfeng Pavilion outside the wall was loud at the moment, but no one noticed their presence. These sergeants remained silent.

They are like a group of stone sculptures. No matter the wind, rain or fighting, the expressions on their faces cannot change at all.

Behind these Tang army elites, two people were sitting on the wooden floor of the open building that was locked by layers of rain curtains. One of them was a middle-aged man with handsome features, wearing a starry white gown. There was a handbag lying quietly on the wooden floor next to him.

The sword is a bit small in size. The other person is wearing a hat and his face cannot be seen, but judging from the monk's robe he is wearing, his pair of broad and dirty bare feet and the copper bowl under the eaves in front of him, he should be an ascetic.

Couple.

The long-robed swordsman frowned slightly and looked at the silky rain curtain in front of him, and said softly: "He is actually a swordsman. No wonder two of us need to be used."

The ascetic monk lowered his head and said nothing. He listened to the faint sound of flying swords piercing the air and splitting the rain coming from outside the wall. He stared at the copper bowl under the wooden steps, watching the rainwater in the bowl being disturbed by the new raindrops.
Chapter completed!