Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 8
The sound of needle dropping can be heard in the spacious hall of the inn.

A moment ago, people were cheering and cheering upstairs and downstairs, but now it was as if cotton had been stuffed into their mouths.

A breeze came from the window on the second floor, passed through the crowd, and swept into the central hall, blowing the silver threads in the storyteller's hair.

People discovered that the storyteller in front of them, who was usually kind to others and whose stories were old-fashioned but good, had become extremely strange.

After the question "How did the prince see it?" was raised, the tips of his usually frowning eyebrows suddenly rose into his temples for some reason.

The splayed eyebrows were replaced by a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows and eyes that suddenly burst into life. He looked as if he had suddenly become ten years younger.

The originally tall, thin and somewhat shriveled figure seemed to have suddenly swelled a little. The green robe that had been washed and turned white bulged, and the whole person became stronger.

Of course, after the most important thing changed, his whole body was like a sword about to be unsheathed, with killing intent!
However, the third prince Zhao Chengfeng didn't care when faced with this murderous intention.

He held his head high and answered the storyteller's question: "I am very good at looking at a person's eyes. Eyes are the reflection of a person's soul."

Before he finished speaking, there was a crisp sound of his knees touching the ground around him.

One of them was Li Mingyang, the postmaster of the Thieving Horse Station of the Third Prince Xianbao. He knelt down and was really scared to pee this time.

The other one was Bai Zhi. Liu Meiniang came behind her at some point and not only made her kneel down, but also pinched the fragile joints of her throat with her thumb, index finger and middle finger like claws.

Zhao Chengfeng did not look around him, but continued to say to the storyteller:
"There was something wrong with the way you looked at your daughter just now."

"No father would look at his daughter with greed deep in his eyes. From the very beginning when we walked in here, the way you look at Bai Zhi has greed and love that you want to hide but can't."

"certainly."

Zhao Chengfeng picked up the cup of tea at his hand and took a sip, then continued calmly: "There are no absolutes in anything. There are definitely fathers who are greedy for their daughters in the world of Kyushu, but I believe they are in the minority after all."

"So I believe in the majority, and I stand in the majority."

"Then it means that you and Bai Zhi are not biological father and daughter. It is obvious what you are deliberately doing."

"That's why I said I'd reward you with death."

The storyteller raised his brows that were originally like swords but were puzzled: "Since you noticed it as soon as you got here, why did you ask me to say the last paragraph?"

Zhao Chengfeng laughed: "Because I want to listen."

"Then why are you calling it quits now?"

"Because although your opening tone is very authentic, the story is too old. Although it is a famous paragraph, my ears have already been scratched in Beiting City."

"Your Majesty is right, the story is indeed a bit old. I should have learned some new paragraphs."

Zhao Chengfeng shook his head when he heard this, and looked at the storyteller opposite who was concentrating on murderous intent even though he was talking, and said, "Okay, stop chatting, and commit suicide."

The storyteller looked at the third prince of Prince Dangbei in front of him and fell into silence. Unable to hide the tangle between his brows, he seemed to be seriously considering Zhao Chengfeng's suggestion, or it could also be said to be an order.

It was quiet upstairs and downstairs in a state of confusion.

Because the dialogue on the screen and the confrontation between the two people are a bit strange.

The third son of Prince Dangbei's mouth, "You should commit suicide," was as bland as the old friend who just woke up this morning and opened the door, and then the old friend asked: "Have you eaten?"

The storyteller, who was still full of murderous intent, faced the words "Kill yourself", and it was as if he had pushed the door open in the morning and was asked if he had eaten, and then seriously thought about whether he had eaten in the morning. Boring questions like eating, what you eat, whether it tastes good or not
There are few ordinary people in the inn. Most of them are caravans from all over the world, as well as people from the rivers and lakes who lick blood from their swords.

In their long life, most of them have actually faced life and death.

So at this time, I want to step into the perspective of the storyteller.

It’s hard for them to understand why the enemy wants you to die but you are actually seriously considering it.
In their limited understanding, I will kill whoever wants to kill me, which is as natural as repaying a debt.

Mr. Storyteller, what you should do most now is to rush towards the Third Prince and try to kill him seriously.

Although the actual process is a bit difficult to understand, fortunately, the result is acceptable to everyone.

After really thinking about whether he wanted to die or not, the storyteller replied: "Your Majesty, I still want to give it a try."

Zhao Chengfeng was not surprised when faced with his choice.

He just wondered: "What are you trying? Who gave you the courage to try?"

The storyteller replied seriously: "Because the prince just said that he only discovered it after he came here, so you were not too vigilant before, so you didn't bring some old people around you."

As he spoke, he pointed to his somewhat white hair on the temples: "And 'olding' is a very important thing for spiritual practice. You, the book boy next to you, and this woman are all too young. Being young enough that I thought I had a chance to give it a try.”

"Of course, His Highness the Crown Prince strangled me here without giving any orders. This shows that the Crown Prince is scaring me."

"What's more important is that as we speak, my people and I are fully prepared."

Zhao Chengfeng burst out laughing when he heard this.

So he looked at the storyteller, raised his eyebrows and replied jokingly: "Then do you know whether the elderly in my family are ready while we are talking?"

When the storyteller heard this, his heart suddenly cooled down.

But it was already here, like an arrow on the string, he could only grit his teeth and raise his arm and suddenly drop it.

The gavel in his hand was the same as it had been all these years, and it fell on the wooden surface of the desk that had been knocked and had some paint peeling off.

"Clang~~!!"

A crisp sound echoed through the inn.

He took Fan'er and said as always:
"Today I will give you a new chapter. The chapter is called "Father and Daughter in 16 Years Are True and False, Prince Dangbei's Head Falls Down""

Before he could even finish his words, when the first word of his voice echoed in the spacious hall of the inn, a sudden change had occurred. Attacks from four directions with Zhao Chengfeng as the center suddenly came.

A spear came from behind, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, with a bit of cold light, making it difficult for people to understand.

The gunman was the innkeeper's wife, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of determination. She usually bossed the storyteller around, but now she worked for him, shocking countless people's jaws.

From the left came a red feathered arrow, and the sound of piercing the air rang in my ears, like a stream of light wiping out a line of fire.

The person holding the bow was the waiter in the shop. At this time, his face was as pale as paper, as if the arrow had already overdrawn his life.

Seeing this cluster of arrows shooting out of the sky, many people who usually felt really sorry for the waiter felt their hearts tighten, asking themselves if they were faced with this arrow, they would be shot to the core.

The one on the right was even more decisive. A big knife struck down from the crowd. The light of the knife was invincible.

The person holding the knife was naturally the maid in the inn. At this time, she did not know what secret technique she used. Her two arms were unusually thick, with their veins exposed but entangled together like two giant vines, which seemed to contain infinite power.

In the impression of everyone in the inn, although she looks mediocre, she is a gentle and gentle woman. There are many unscrupulous people on the second floor who have had her oil stuck. She did not say a word, but now...
And right in front of him, there was naturally an invisible sound of the Storyteller dropping the gavel, like a stormy sea rushing towards the Third Prince's door.

At this moment, His Royal Highness Zhao Chengfeng sat on the Eight Immortals Chair with a somewhat leisurely posture, and even picked up a melon seed in his hand leisurely.

There was a soft sound of "gram".Accompanied by four different noises from the front, back, left, and right, the inconsistent sounds echoed throughout the entire body.

First, Li Mingyang, who was already guilty of the crime, stood up suddenly, stepped forward and used his chest to block the turbulent waves caused by the storyteller's cliff.

After he grunted, he took advantage of the situation and used a strange step to block the prince's back again. His hands reached into the cold light, and his hands were filled with blood and he directly broke off the head of the boss's spear.
Almost at the same time, Liu Meiniang pinched Bai Zhi's thin neck and pinched a spell with her other hand.

As a result, the sword that was slashing at the Third Prince seemed to have encountered an invisible wall in the air, making a sharp sound of metal friction that could pierce the eardrums. With her arms suddenly bursting open, blood dripping, everything came to an abrupt end.

The situation on the other side is simpler.

The little book boy Aotian stretched out a small hand.

As a result, it seemed to suck the waiter's life away, pulling out a line of fire in mid-air, and a stream of arrows came between his index finger and middle finger.

Pinch off.

The arrow cluster fell to the ground.

"Ding"

It's all over.

Zhao Chengfeng had just knocked out the melon seeds.

After chewing again and again, he felt that he was still not finished. He had to look at the storyteller behind the desk: "That's it?"

At this time, the outcome was decided around him. The innkeeper's wife not only lost the spearhead, but also her head. Under a knife from Li Mingyang, her head was in a different place, and she fell down spurting out blood.

The waiter on the second floor fell between the stairs when the arrow cluster hit the ground, and rolled down all the way as if he had lost his soul.

The waitress was the worst. The backlash caused her arms to break, and she knelt on the spot bleeding from her orifices.

Against the background of this picture.

Sitting on the chair of the Eight Immortals, even eating melon seeds leisurely, the third prince of Prince Dangbei's palace was as stable as a mountain, and he was shown to be extremely powerful.

Facing him, the storyteller, who seemed to be in defeat, raised his right hand.

His right hand was the hand that held the gavel, but at this time, there was no trace of the storyteller underneath his raised hand, all the way to the table, and there was just a ball of black ashes.

So at this moment when the people upstairs and downstairs finally started to scream and run away because of seeing blood.

Those black ash seemed to absorb the power of people's fear and condensed into a small black sword, which in turn caused people to be even more frightened.

"Edgesword. He's Edgeworth!"

"At least the Yuan Yuan Realm!"

In today's world of Kyushu, Yujian specifically refers to people who can control flying swords. It is more like a professional title.

Compared with those great powers recorded in the history books who were able to wield swords and fly to immortals in the daytime, there are very few people who can wield swords nowadays. To practice the Sixth Realm, you have to break through at least the first three realms to be able to wield a sword, so that’s why the following sentence Only then is he at least in the Yuan Yuan Realm.

And although it is said that after the universal practice strategy came out, there are practitioners everywhere in the world, but in fact, let alone the three realms, there are very few people who can step out of the perception and enter the Qi Condensation realm, let alone the three realms. above.

So at least the Yujian of the Queyuan Realm can naturally bring enough shock in this small inn in Xiangma Station.

The shocking effect is like a group of fishermen who have been wandering on the sea all year round and suddenly one day saw the legendary dragon.

This kind of shock will not give rise to any other emotions such as curiosity, but will immediately turn into fear.

When fishermen see a dragon, they will not marvel at how many whiskers the dragon has. Instead, they will be frightened to death and row as hard as they can to run as far as they can.

So after confirming that this usually affable storyteller was really a swordsman of at least the Yuan Yuan Realm, the whole inn became a mess.

Almost all the people on the second floor chose to jump out of the window, and the people on the first floor quickly retreated to the corner. The door frames were crushed, and only a few people were left. I don't know if they were frightened or just stupid.

In the almost empty hall, the storyteller's brows were already filled with three-color green lotus, and he said: "Your Majesty, look at the sword!"

The small black sword came out in response, silently, even invisible.

After flying up, it seemed to disappear into the air.

It seemed that when it appeared again the next moment, it would appear behind the prince's head and penetrate between his eyebrows.

The book boy Aotian was the first to stop him. He grabbed his small porcelain hand in the air. He didn't catch the sword body, but he forced out the small black sword and let out a sharp whistle.

Liu Meiniang made a secret with one hand, her energy surged, and she yelled: "Block!"

The small black sword in flight pierced the seemingly transparent net, and the powerful force penetrated to the center, causing the entire picture to be detached and distorted.

The next moment, there was a 'chi' sound, and with Mei Niang's 'poof' of blood, the small sword penetrated the torn space, and finally reached Zhao Chengfeng's eyes.

But at this time, without using any means, the criminal Li Mingyang, who had just suffered internal and external injuries, appeared.

He can't dodge or dodge, and he can't do anything magical.

He just stood in front of the prince and watched as the small sword pierced his chest.

However, it may be that the previous blocking had an effect and paid a price. The small sword did not penetrate Li Mingyang's body at the first time, but was caught by his bloody hands.

At this moment everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

All eyes were focused on the small black sword and the bloody man Li Mingyang.

Bai Zhi, who had always been weak and useless before, and even now her neck and throat bones were being pinched by Mei Niang, moved. She opened her red lips and spit out a small white sword.

The sword is two fingers wide and seven inches long. The whole body looks like jade, and the talisman is looming.

Everyone in the Dangbei Palace had no time to escape, and some of the spectators who might not want to escape suddenly realized that there was another swordsman, and she was the one who was responsible for the killing move!
The person who was grabbed by Liu Meiniang's throat before and seemed to have no ability to fight back was the one who attacked and killed this time.

The position where she was kneeling after being subdued was only half a foot away from her target, Zhao Chengfeng, the third prince of Dangbei Palace. This was a favorable location.

When the black sword attracted all eyes to break through to no avail, and was blocked by Li Mingyang with his body, everyone in Dangbei Palace subconsciously took action when their nerves relaxed. This was the right time.

With the combination of people, location, and timing, there is no reason why this attack should not be successful.

Bai Zhi's particularly clear eyes that could immediately reflect her inner emotions showed the satisfaction and pride after the success.

But...the third son Zhao Chengfeng is still calm and calm.

He turned his head and glanced at Bai Zhi, seemingly not seeing the white stream of light that could penetrate his head in the next moment.

Instead, he took the opportunity to raise the corners of his lips to her, showed a smile of unknown meaning, and said a kind reproach:
"You..."

(End of this chapter)