When the sun was slightly setting in the west, Dean followed Hongling and left the Water Moon Sword Pavilion.

Following behind Hongling, who was jumping and looking happy, Dean walked through the alley where the Water Moon Sword Pavilion was located, and suddenly, a strong commotion came to his face.

It's like entering another world from one world.

The original bazaar has long since changed.

Hand-pushed carts have replaced the shops along the street.

Red lanterns stretched across the street, hanging at both ends under the eaves of the shops opposite.

The sound of selling and laughing, when mixed, becomes inexplicable and attractive.

The young husband took his equally young wife to look at the stall full of jewelry in front of him, picked up a copper fork, and gently inserted it into his wife's bun, and the wife looked left and right in the bronze mirror handed by the boss with a shy and sweet smile.

Elderly couples, supporting each other, they are powerless to participate, but they will not be stingy with their smiles.

Looking at the children and teenagers shuttling through the crowd, I remembered my original self.

锵, 锵锵锵......

In a crisp, continuous sound, a dozen monkeys dressed and crowned, holding small drums, tuning forks, and blowing trumpets, lined up in a neat line along the street.

Suddenly, a large group of children were drawn over.

The eyes of the adults also moved, and from time to time there were applause.

Hongling's gaze was also attracted by the group of monkeys.

Laughing and clapping from time to time.

It was natural to follow behind this group of monkeys, and walked to an open space, where several people who had been prepared for a long time looked at the crowd attracted by the monkeys. Immediately put on a show.

A low, low-profile man less than five feet tall. Hunched over. Suddenly, a water tank twice the size of his body was thrown up, and in the exclamation of the onlookers, it landed firmly on the top of the low man's head, and quickly spun with the swing of the low man.

There was another round of applause and applause.

And when a blindfolded woman jumped out and threw the flying knife in her hand in mid-air, the applause became even more eager.

The three throwing knives in a row pierced the target two feet away. None of them missed the target.

Compared with this, although the man who showed soft skills was also applauded, there were many fewer of them.

However, Hongling watched it with relish, and applauded again and again.

"Brother Mu, they are all so powerful!"

Hongling said so.

"If you want to do it, you can do it!"

Dean replied lightly.

The performances of these jugglers are quite incredible for ordinary people, whether it is a top tank or a flying knife. or the performance of soft skills, it takes a long time to hone.

But. For Hongling, whose strength surpasses the level of an ordinary knight, it has become quite easy.

In addition to the need for more time to train the monkeys, the rest of the juggling performances only need to know the trick and can be achieved overnight.

After all, with a body that far surpasses that of ordinary people, everything is simpler.

"But when it comes to acting, they're still amazing!"

Hongling smiled, not caring about anything else, and then was attracted by the sound of a musical instrument-

It was an ensemble of the sound of the flute and the sound of the piano.

"Brother Mu, let's go there and have a look!"

Hongling looked at Dean, who nodded.

When he agreed to come to the big meeting with the other party, Dean made the decision to follow the other party's heart.

If he had followed his approach, he would have found a high place and had a full view of the meeting in front of him, and then returned to his lodgings.

It's not that it's not attractive, and if it's not attractive, Dean won't even look at it.

Instead, Dean had forgotten how to properly visit a market.

He habitually classifies a thing as dangerous or non-dangerous.

Then, it is processed separately by category.

Just like now, Dean followed behind Hongling, listening to Hongling's laughter and the noise around him, but what came to mind was the scene when he was training as an assassin in the Brotherhood.

How to find opportunities in the hustle and bustle to hide yourself.

How to disguise yourself and blend in with your target and wait for a chance to attack.

It's as if he remembered the qiē of his hometown before, but he involuntarily came up with the qiē he experienced in Goddez, both of which exist in each other, but they are completely different.

Dean was like an observer, looking at two very different experiences.

The former reminded him, the latter made him unforgettable.

It's impossible to forget any of them.

can only accept both, but there is a trace of contradiction between the two.

Comfort and crisis.

They have always been opposed to each other and irreconcilable.

Dean could only choose to stand in the middle and look at Yiqiē with an increasingly objective attitude.

And such an objective state makes Dean have a different kind of gain-

Feeling those few vague glances, Dean didn't stop, still following behind Hongling, but in his mind, several people were observing him from the corner of his eye.

Dean, who was silent, looked ahead, only moved his steps slightly, completely using his body to cover Hongling, as if he was not aware of the danger at all.

This was exactly what he expected, and there was nothing surprising about it.

picked six martial arts halls in a row and killed a deacon of the martial arts league, if there is no trouble, Dean himself will not believe it.

And Hongling, who was supposed to be listening attentively to the music on stage, felt Dean's movements, but his face turned red all of a sudden.

"Mu, Brother Mu......"

Hongling's voice sounded like a mosquito.

However, such a voice, in the surrounding noisy crowd, is too low, so low that it is not easy to hear at all.

What's more, even if he can hear clearly, Dean will not change.

Because, this is the position where he can protect the opponent most effectively in the event of an accident.

Syllable!

There was a wake-up sound.

The sound of the flute and the piano stopped, and a middle-aged man with a beard in a Confucian costume walked onto the small platform in front of him. After the folding fan in the hand is slightly closed. Fists clasped around and saluted.

"There are all things in the heavens and stars. There are thousands of living beings on the ground, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach - the six martial arts halls in Xiayuan City, including the Tiger Sword Pavilion, the Wind Sword Pavilion, the Divine Fist Pavilion, and the Cloud Piercing Sword Pavilion, were arrogant for a while, and finally brought a terrible enemy for themselves......"

It's a story about Dean picking six martial arts halls.

It's just that, compared with the stories of idlers, the storyteller's narration is more exciting, and it completely attracts everyone's attention from the beginning and the end.

Especially that section of the city gate. The joke between the white-clothed swordsman and the girl Hongling at first sight made the young people around them applaud, and some girls of the same age took out their purses without hesitation, took out coins, and threw them to the gong on the side.

Bang Bang Bang!

In such a continuous sound, the storyteller became more and more energetic.

The folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, suddenly merged, and poked his fingers up and down, as if it had become a real sword, hiding its own power.

And Hongling was already obsessed with it when the other party said that he fell in love at first sight. At this moment, it is even more brilliant in his eyes.

Of course, it wasn't the storyteller in her gaze. It's a different figure.

"Dressed in white, with long hair and a shawl, and a long sword in his hand, he is full of cold rays, dancing like a dragon......"

After a series of telling, the whole story enters the end.

The storyteller lifted the waking wood high again, and then it fell heavily.

But at this time, this piece of waking wood seemed to be slippery and flew out of its hands.

Woo!

The small, six-inch square Xingmu actually made a sound like a heavy hammer breaking through the air, shooting straight towards Hongling.

Or...... More precisely, it shot towards Dean behind Hongling.

Hongling was completely stunned by the sudden scene in front of her, and didn't know how to react at all.

Luckily, Dean was already on guard.

At the moment when Xingmu flew out, he pulled Hongling to turn around, blocked the other party behind him again, and the long sword on his waist flashed out-

Boom!

The tip of the sword slammed straight into the corner of the waking wood, and Dean twisted his wrist slightly.

Sou!

Suddenly, the waking wood spun around, flew backwards, and struck the storyteller in the chest.

The other party flew out upside down, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

In the storytelling field, which was still in full swing before, there was an immediate silence, followed by an even louder noise.

"Murdered!"

"Murdered!"

People were running in all directions.

A figure was mixed in, no different from the panicked crowd around him, but when he saw Dean and Hongling, he went straight up, and the dim and irrelevant short sword in his hand stabbed straight into Dean's waist and abdomen.

The whole process is not only extremely discreet, but also silent.

Even, a smug look appeared on the other party's face.

In such a chaotic situation, his combat effectiveness is always several times greater than it should be.

Even his opponents, who were much stronger than him, all hated him by his sword.

Soon, though, the smugness on his face stiffened.

Burst!

A long sword pierced through his chest at some point.

"How, how is that possible?"

The other man's face was filled with disbelief, and he fell.

With the appearance of another corpse, the crowd that was still panicking around instantly vacated a large circle of space next to Dean and Hongling.

At the same time, more than a dozen extremely fast figures jumped out of the crowd, surrounding Dean and Hongling from front to back, left and right.

"Squeak!"

With such a piercing cry, the dozen or so figures waved their steel claws on their claws.

"Monkey! Monkey! ”

At this time, there were sharp-eyed people in the crowd, and only then did they see clearly what these dozen figures were, and they immediately lost their minds and exclaimed.

Jingle Bell!

A sword light burst out, like a blooming lotus flower, enveloping all the more than a dozen figures, and people only heard a crisp sound of gold and iron clashes.

Then, the dozen or so figures flew out upside down and fell to the ground.

He who is dead cannot die again.

Two throwing knives shot out at this time, pointing at Dean and Hongling.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)