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Volume 1 Chapter 28 Prime Minister of Shu

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    Chapter 28 Prime Minister of Shu

    Looking at the curious expression of the young man in front of her, Shan Wanjing smiled softly: "Actually, it's nothing. I just came to remind you that you are going to be in trouble." In the clear voice, Shan Wanjing's bright eyes  Already looking to the side.

    "Oh?" After listening to Shan Wanjing's words and following the eyes of Princess Dongming, Sword Lord discovered that a group of imposing men were walking in the courtyard beside him, with a man in his fifties at the head.  Years old, with a strong build, he was walking towards him. Looking at his clothing, he saw that it was the uniform of the Baling Gang.

    "Haha, what a pity." Looking at the group of men approaching in a menacing manner, Jian Jun sighed, "I wanted to have a good sightseeing, but I didn't want anyone to disturb me."

    "Excuse me, are you the famous Sword Lord Twelve Hates?" A group of people came closer, and the person in front pointed his nostril at the Sword Lord, lit a large smoking pole in his hand, and asked with contempt on his face.

    "That's right. Who is your Excellency?" He replied with a smile, but the sword master couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.  Looking at the guy in front of me, he is also old and has good kung fu. He should be an old man who has been in the world for decades, but he doesn't expect to be so rude and rude. I don't know how he can live to this age.  of.

    "I'm helping Lu Kangshou in Baling. I heard that you have repeatedly opposed me and killed my best men, so I came here to ask for justice!" A pair of eyes looked at the sword master up and down, and the leader snorted coldly, but  It was self-reported.

    "Justice is in the heart of the people. Why come to me to ask for it?" Hearing that the other party reported his family name, Jian Jun felt a move in his heart. He never expected that the rumored leader of the Baling Gang would have such a virtuous character.  This was completely different from the impression left on him by the heads of various gangs in the original work who looked cautious regardless of whether their kung fu was good or bad.

    "What a fair and just thing! So you are determined to go against me, the Baling Gang?" After hearing the sword master's words, Lu Kangshou's expression immediately changed, and a dozen masters behind him even shouted and dispersed.  Open, half-surrounding Jian Jun and others with weapons in hand.

    "Is this how I am going against you?" Looking at the dozen or so experts surrounding him, the sword master smiled bitterly, turned to Shan Wanjing beside him and said, "Miss Shan, can you help me with the next favor?"

    "Tell me about it?" Jianjun looked confident. Both parties knew that this young man was definitely not asking for help from the Dongming Sect, so no one came to object.

    "Although Zhenzhen has been with me for a short time, she has suffered a lot. How about you help me take care of her?" Jian Jun glanced at Zhenzhen, who was close to him, and said with a smile.

    "Young Master!" Upon hearing the sword master's words, Shan Wanjing shouted anxiously before Shan Wanjing could speak.  Jian Jun turned around to look, only to see Zhenzhen holding a novel on her sleeve, her eyes filled with determination.

    "Be obedient!" Looking at Zhenzhen, whose face was flushed, Jianjun patted the little hand on his sleeve gently, without saying much, he just nodded lightly towards the little girl.

    Looking at the eyes of the young man in front of her, Zhenzhen finally let go of her little hand, knowing that she could only drag the young master down at this time. The little girl finally let go of her persistence, took the thing from the sword master's hand, and silently retreated behind Shan Wanjing.  .

    The two of them were here as if no one else was around, but Shan Wanjing and Lu Kangshou on one side were very dissatisfied.  If it weren't for the Dongming faction members who were wary around the two of them, Lu Kangshou would have ordered the killing.

    "I can help you, but how can you repay me?" Shan Wanjing looked at the beautiful little maid coming behind her and glanced at the sword master.

    "Alas, I have nothing on my lower body. I only have a sword and a personal maid. How can there be anything that can catch the eyes of the little princess. However, when I visited the Wuhou Temple today, I wrote a poem to express my gratitude to the little princess for her protection.  Let's do it." Seeing Shan Wanjing's expression of looking like a good show, Jian Jun had a headache. This unruly girl was really difficult to deal with, so he had no choice but to resort to plagiarism magic again.

    "It's not bad. I've heard that Sword Lord Twelve Hate Poems and Swordsmanship. "Song of Righteousness" is brilliant and majestic, and "Ode to the Goose" is also full of childishness. Today I want to see what wonderful poem it is!" After listening to Sword Lord  After saying this, Shan Wanjing did not continue to pester. Instead, she nodded with satisfaction and led everyone to turn around and exit the venue.

    "Alas! It's such a pity that a good poem was used while I was waiting for you to draw the sword. What a waste of resources!" With a slight movement on his shoulders, Aoxiao Hongchen Sword suddenly came out of its sheath. With a soft sigh, before everyone from the Dongming Sect could wait,  After exiting the encirclement, the Sword Master stretched out his sword and rushed toward the person on the far right!

    "Ah!" screamed, the man never expected that the guy who was talking and laughing slowly with a bookish face just now suddenly became so unreasonable, and he was stabbed through the heart before he could even react at all!

    After killing one person, the sword master couldn't stop, turned around and drew his sword, and the cold sword edge was already slashing towards the second person on the right!

      "Where can I find the Prime Minister's ancestral hall? There are so many trees outside Jinguan City."

    "Dang!" The man hurriedly sealed the front with the knife in his hand, and staggered back with a cry. At this time, Lu Kangshou reacted.

    "Up!" With a cold shout, Lu Kangshou pounced first, and the other good players also woke up from a dream, spread out their bodies and took up positions, surrounding the Sword Lord in the middle.

    With Lu Kangshou's move, Jian Jun finally understood why this old guy could still get along so well with his arrogant temperament of not being loved by his father or mother. This guy's smoking pole really has its own uniqueness!  This old man's cigarette rod is twisted in a weird way at the wrist, and coupled with the powerful palm force of his right hand, it is really not easy to deal with him!

    He blocked a smoke pot that hit his waist with one sword, and used the force to move away and force a palm to his chest. Although he was not injured, the almost suffocating force of the palm that hit his face made the sword master aware of this Lu Kang.  How tricky the hands are.  Since it was a tricky situation, the Sword Lord turned his sword and emitted an infinite amount of cold light to block Lu Kang's hand. His feet moved quickly, and the man followed the sword and rushed straight into the surrounding circle!

    Seeing that the sword master seemed to be trying to break out of the encirclement, the Baling Gang members stepped aside to stop him.  These people cooperated with each other tacitly, each wielding his sword, and greeted the Sword Master!

    "Ding!" The sword master swayed past two long swords, but was slashed on his left arm by a Burmese sword.  Amid the unexpected sound of gold and iron clashing, the swordsman was momentarily stunned. At this moment, the cold light of the long sword passed through his throat, and a ray of silver light shot out from the sword master's left arm as he opened his sleeve and shattered it.  He hit the back of the neck of a swordsman who was attacked by the sword master!

    "The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves."

    Zhenzhen was eating snacks with gusto since she was on the street. When Jianjun reluctantly took the things from the little girl's hands, he hid the steel ruler he had been playing with in his wide robe sleeves, but he didn't expect that this unintentional  However, his actions suddenly made extraordinary achievements in this battle with a flash of inspiration!

    Killing two people in one fell swoop, the sword master no longer had any conflict, and his body suddenly tilted backwards. He used the steel ruler in his left hand to deflect the cigarette stick held by Lu Kang who was chasing after him. He ignored the Baling gang leader's slap on the head and used the sword in his right hand.  Cut off his head and neck!

    Lu Kangshou roared angrily, and in desperation, he changed the direction of his palm and hit the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword. The two separated, but the sword master once again used his strength to leap forward and lift the sword.  There was a sound of metal friction, a burst of flying sparks, and the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword penetrated directly into the chest of a swordsman, but the tip of the opponent's long sword was still a foot away from the swordsman!  To deal with the elderly, risking one's life is often more effective; and longer weapons can also take a lot of advantage!

    "Three visits have troubled the world, and two dynasties have helped the hearts of old ministers."

    To kill another person, the sword master drew his sword and made two dings. The steel ruler blocked two swords and one stick. He slid three feet away from the ground and was about to distance himself from the livid-faced Lu Kang, but he felt a little confused in his heart.  This Lu Kangshou's performance seems wrong.

    The big smoke pot was spinning and knocking in front of him like a flower. He was wary of the opponent's long-awaited right palm. The sword master refused to block it and flew back. Seeing the opponent approaching quickly, the steel ruler in his hand was shot out.  Go straight to Lu Kang's door!

    "Ding, ding, ding!" There was a sound like a shower of blows, and a blazing light flashed above Lu Kang's smoking pot. When the steel ruler was knocked back, another gust of cold wind came towards his face, but it was the ninety-year-old  The five kilograms of the Smiling Red Dust Sword has also been thrown out!

    "Ding!" There was another soft sound, and Aoxiao Hongchen Sword was lifted into the air. Seeing Lu Kang's hand approaching, he pushed hard with his right palm. The sword master grabbed the steel ruler that was hit back and stabbed it out with shaking hands!

    "Chi!" There was a sound!  The steel ruler was burned extremely hot by the smoke pot in Lu Kang's hand just a moment ago!

    "Bang!" There was a sound, and the steel ruler was in the center of Lu Kangshou's horrified eyes!

    "Bang!" There was a muffled sound.  Although the palm of Lu Kang's hand was not real, the strong force of the palm made Sword Lord's clothes fly and his throat was sweet. If he hadn't held back, a mouthful of blood would have spurted out!

    "If you die before you leave the army, it will make the hero burst into tears!"

    He took three steps back, moved his shoulders, and the Aoxiao Hongchen Sword that was lifted into the sky fell into the scabbard.  In a dangerous battle between reality and reality, he unexpectedly used the Red Dust Sword to cover the half-finished steel ruler and achieved success in one fell swoop. The sword master felt both proud and frightened.  The palm power of Lu Kang's hand is really extraordinary!

    "Ahem! What a great hero who died before he started his attack. The hero is in tears!" After vomiting blood and retreating, Lu Kangshou finally stopped pointing his chin at the sword master. He nodded with a gloomy face and bared his teeth at him.  The sword master smiled, turned around and led everyone away.

    Watching the group of figures leaving, Jianjun suddenly thought of the poem he plagiarized just now, "It's a pity that I came a little early. Du Fu wasn't born yet. Otherwise, wouldn't this trip be possible?"  Want to visit Du Fu¡¯s Thatched Cottage?¡±
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