Li Xiangjun was sad and helpless, and two lines of clear tears fell from her face. She closed her eyes and felt that she was completely disappointed. If she lost her innocence, even if she was finally saved by Yan Li, how should she face him? It would be better to die!

At this moment, a light of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind. She grabbed the last straw like a drowning person, trying to catch the light of inspiration.

But suddenly, the door was knocked quickly.

"Who!" Gong Yanjun stared at her red eyes.

"Young Master, it's me." An old-fashioned voice came from outside the door.

"Butler Hu?" Gong Yanjun slowly breathed, looked at Li Xiangjun unwillingly, and had no choice but to get up and open the door, and said impatiently, "What's going on so late?"

Butler Hu looks in his fifties and has a meticulous look. Everyone in the entire palace knows that Butler Hu is born and dies with the head of the family in his early years and is treated as a brother by Master Gong, so Gong Yanjun dares not look down on this person at will.

"The master heard that you were back home and wanted to see you." Butler Hu didn't look at Li Xiangjun on the bed, and said something lightly, turned around and left.

Gong Yanjun had no choice but to put on her clothes again. She originally planned to ask someone to see Li Xiangjun, but she was afraid that the servants would not be able to help but tempt her, so she went to find a rope, tied Li Xiangjun's hands, and led it to the palace hall.

Mr. Gong is also around fifty years old. As a unique first-class martial artist in Lin'an County, he has a face that has experienced vicissitudes, slightly white temples, and a straight sitting posture, looking like a rock.

Seeing Gong Yanjun bringing a woman over, he just glanced lightly and said, "Female sex is a taboo in practice. How many times do you need me to say it before you understand?"

When Gong Yanjun heard this, he thought that this was true. Someone must have seen him bringing the woman back home and secretly reported it. He hated him so much that he decided to pull this person out.

"Father, this is the hobby of a child." He said with a smile on his face. The cleverness of him is that he will not hide in front of Master Gong. You must know that Master Gong hates the most is that he dares to do it or not.

Mr. Gong had known his character for a long time, but just frowned, then let it go, saying, "How is your senior brother's assessment?"

Gong Yanjun smiled and said, "I don't know, but my senior brother is the fifth-class real name. No one in Qingyaji is his opponent, so you can rest assured."

Mr. Gong had a rough face: "I just knew that I had fun and had my sword skills practiced?"

"I never dare to slack off for a moment." Gong Yanjun said immediately.

Mr. Gong's face was slightly relaxed and nodded, "You are my child and will inherit everything I have, but if you can't break through the first grade, I can't leave it to you with confidence. So the academy is going to go, and I will help you find a master of swords and Taoism to be your master."

"Master?" Gong Yanjun's heart moved.

"Yan Shiyi." Mr. Gong said lightly.

Gong Yanjun exclaimed: "Purple-haired and black sword Yan Eleven? The commander of the Yanshan thief camp? But he is elusive, how should his father find him?"

Mr. Gong said, "Some clues have been sent back. You are preparing a gift list for your father to become a disciple. You should also be more motivated. If someone agrees, you should practice hard for me and don't embarrass me."

"Children obey the order!" Gong Yanjun said happily.

The purple-haired black sword Yan Eleven is one of the great commanders of Yanshan thieves. It is rumored that he never killed more than eleven moves, and his sword technique has even been promoted to the realm of transformation. The Shura list ranks eleven. Although it is the last one, there were only ten positions in the Shura list.

"Okay, go back." Mr. Gong said as he got up and was about to go back to his room, but he suddenly heard a loud shout outside the palace.

"Yanshan thieves, all the idle people get out of here!"

...

Ah Zheng had been guarding the city for two months. At first, he was excited to think that robbers would attack, but two months passed. Whenever the door was closed, let alone robbers, the people who were rushing to come and make things boring. This made Ah Zheng's enthusiasm for being majestic gradually fade.

About the first day (19:00 to 21:00 pm), Ah was leaning on the city tower, stretched and yawned. He was about to sleep when he heard the sound of "boom" iron hooves coming from a distance. He felt a thrill in his heart and jumped high.

Looking into the distance impatiently, under the thin moonlight, hundreds of cavalry appeared on the horizon. He was wondering if it was an emergency war. The hundreds of cavalry were approaching and the leader of an extremely strong and burly giant man shouted: "Open the door!"

"Who is here?" Ah Zheng glanced at him and found that the people were wearing white fox faces on their faces, and they couldn't see their true appearance clearly.

"You won't want to know."

At this time, a chuckle sounded in the group, hundreds of riders separated from each other and rode out from them. However, the man was not wearing a mask. With the moonlight, A Zheng saw the man clearly, and his heart leaped unyieldingly because he was so beautiful.

His face, his eyes, his hair, and even the black knife in his hand all exudes the ultimate beauty, which is flawless and flawless, and it is a magnificent scene that is blooming freely and never disappears.

But he is a man.

"My name is Yan Shiyi." He said.

"If you don't open the door, you will massacre the city." He chuckled and tweaked the purple hair. Under the moonlight, the purple hair drew a graceful arc, like countless bright purple powders fluttering.

"Massacre, the city slaughter?" A Zheng opened his eyes wide, "This is Lin'an City, you..."

Before he finished speaking, a general rushed up and kicked him away, and smiled apologized: "It turns out that it is the commander of the Wild Fox Camp. Why don't you open the door quickly!"

A Zheng was stunned and puzzled, "Sir, why do you have to open the door? This violates the regulations!"

"You are stupid, they are robbers!" The general laughed and cursed in a low voice.

A Zheng couldn't understand even more and said, "Isn't that the door not supposed to be opened?"

The general was so angry that he whispered: "They are Yanshan thieves, do you know that Yanshan thieves?"

A Zheng was immediately scared and sweated. It turned out that the other party was talking about the massacre of the city, which was not a joke.

The door is open.

The purple-haired man chuckled again: "Remember, you didn't see anything."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The general nodded quickly.

Hundreds of horses entered the city with a blast, no one dared to stop them.

There is a night market near the palace mansion. When hundreds of cyclists heading straight to the palace mansion, they all ran to watch.

The giant man jumped down from his horse, sneered and shouted: "Yanshan thieves, all the idle people get out of here!"

He was nine feet tall and was carrying a stick thicker than others behind him. He looked like the bones of some kind of large beast, naked with his upper body and a pair of extra-large feet, just like a tiger king patrolling the mountain.

The stick was held by him at some point, and when it hit hard, the gate of the palace was shattered.

There was a scholar in white next to him who looked very feminine, with a slim face and pointed chin, and his eyes were squinting, like a snake.

The two of them were heading, and none of the guard guards rushed out of the palace were spared. Hundreds of other knights wearing fox faces also dismounted and rushed in like a tide. The palace was bleeding in the blink of an eye.

Amid screams, shouts, and frightened, the purple-haired man walked in leisurely.

"Stop!" The Gong master rushed out and shouted loudly, "Who are you?"

"It's really not beautiful to ask."

The fox-faced man quickly divided into two rows to form a corridor. The purple-haired man paced along the corridor, and the chuckles spread out, gathering and dispersing over the palace, and suddenly it seemed as if there were laughter from all directions, which was particularly strange.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on him because he was so beautiful.

The master of the Gong family's pupils suddenly contracted: "Purple-haired black knife, you are Yan Shiyi!"

Yan Eleven?

When Gong Yanjun heard that the master he was going to worship, he hurriedly pulled Li Xiangjun out.

The purple-haired man smiled softly and said, "I have already smelled the misfortune. Since you recognize me, why don't you give me that woman?"

He didn't even look at Li Xiangjun, but everyone knew that he was talking about Li Xiangjun.

Mr. Gong looked cold and glared at Gong Yanjun, and said, "Ill beast, what did you do in Qingyaji?"

No matter how stupid Gong Yanjun was, he knew that things were not good. His advantage was that he had mistakenly admitted his mistake and hurriedly said, "She is the courtesan of Qingyaji. She met in the county government... At that time, Ghost Hand seemed to recognize a man named 'Mr. Second, the man had a young man around him, and seemed to be confused with her... The young man was the murderer who killed Chai Shao and Chai Gang, so in order to mess with him in the exam room, I asked me to redeem the courtesan. That's how it happened..."

Mr. Gong felt that his chest was about to explode. He had been hiding around in the world. "Mr. II" is the name of people in the circle, referring to Yan Chaoyang, the commander of the Yanshan Black Cavalry Camp. Because he ranks second among the three commanders, the robbers respectfully called him Mr. II.

He slapped him suddenly and cursed: "Is there anyone in the world who dares to call Mr. Second..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a lazy voice.

"Who dares to call Mr. II in the world? Chaoyang, listen to it. They have praised you so high that I can't find your chin."

Two people suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor formed by the human wall.

Li Xiangjun heard the sound and then saw the person, and tears burst out in an instant.

The two men were one behind and were very burly. They had a thigh of short beards on their chins, and they wore short beards and carried a skeleton-like old man, but they were all left to breathe and not intake.

The previous one was about eighteen years old, wearing a gray straight hem, with a carved face of a top craftsman, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.

His eyes were dark, deep and bright, and there was no second pair of such eyes in the world.

At this moment, these unique eyes were staring at Li Xiangjun steadily.

Gong Yanjun's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He suddenly remembered what Ghost Hand said, "That adult's son", and couldn't help but blurt out: "Are you Yan Longtu's son?"

Swallow Dragon Slaughter?

Li Xiangjun's heart was shocked. He turned out to be the son of a robber, no wonder he refused to tell the story.

But the next moment, everyone could not believe their eyes.

Because all the Yanshan thieves, including Yan Shiyi, pointed their knees at the boys and lowered their proud heads, like a king who was welcoming them.

"See the dragon's head."

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