Chapter 452 Chapter 448 If You Dare to Stir up Trouble, I Will Kill You

Chapter 452 Chapter 448 If you dare to make trouble, I will kill you~

At dusk, the lights were on

Outside the gate of a huge mansion in the south of Dongping County, there was a lot of traffic and it was very lively. The lights inside and outside the gate were brilliant, people were coming and going, and the sound of laughter could be heard everywhere.

Just by looking at the style, you can tell that this is a big shot holding a birthday banquet or wedding banquet.

Standing on the corner, Hao Shuai looked at the street across the gate, which was crowded with people who wanted to watch the excitement but couldn't get in. There were at least hundreds of people.

Because there was no invitation, Hao Shuai was too lazy to go in through the gate, but took a big detour and came to the back wall of the mansion covering an area of ​​nearly 100 acres.

Although as long as Hao Shuai announced his name, the host of the wedding banquet would have to invite him in, but this was not as fun as pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

Hao Shuai easily crossed the high wall and arrived at the empty backyard behind the house. When he walked to the front house, he saw lanterns everywhere in the large garden behind the main house, which was as bright as day and crowded with servants and guests.

When he squeezed into the main hall of the mansion, the atmosphere was even more heated. Everyone was excitedly discussing Shi Qingxuan's flute art, as if they were all experts studying her.

There were more than ten tables lined up against the wall in the hall, filled with delicious food for everyone to enjoy.

Because Hao Shuai was dressed luxuriously and had an extraordinary temperament, no one suspected that he was a person who came in through the back door.

After taking some food casually, Hao Shuai shuttled through the crowd and soon saw three people sitting in the rosewood chairs on one side of the lobby. The others could only stand aside, which further highlighted the status of these three people.

The one in the middle had white hair and beard, a mighty demeanor, but ragged clothes. Although he was sitting, he still made people feel that his majestic figure and demeanor were exactly Ouyang Xiyi, the "Huangshan Exile".

The other man was wearing a long gown and had white hair on his temples, which showed that he was quite old, but he looked middle-aged. He was elegant and graceful, giving people a sense of transcendence. He was the protagonist of the banquet, the birthday star Wang Tong.

He was a contemporary scholar. In terms of learning, there was no one in the world who could match him. In terms of martial arts, he was also among the masters of the same level as Zhai Rang, Dou Jiande, Du Fuwei, Ouyang Xiyi, and the four clans.

There was also a man who looked like a senior official. He was an important figure in the Sui Dynasty and one of the most skilled masters in the court.

His name was Wang Shichong. He was ordered by Emperor Yang to lead troops to deal with Zhai Rang and Li Mi's Wagang Army. He came here to see Shi Qingxuan's demeanor.

Unlike the original novel, because there was no disruption by Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, the birthday banquet went smoothly. The birthday star Wang Tong accepted congratulations from all sides with a smile on his face until screams were heard at the entrance.

Then two people fell in from the air, and fell on their backs with two "bangs".

The guests split apart like a tide, leaving a large space near the door.

Looking at the two gatekeepers who could only groan and could not get up, everyone looked at each other, wondering who would dare to be so bold as to come here and cause trouble?

At this time, a cold snort came from outside the gate, and a man appeared leisurely at the entrance.

The man was tall and handsome. Although his face was a little narrow, his contours were clear and perfect like a marble statue. His skin was whiter and smoother than that of a girl, but he did not feel effeminate at all. On the contrary, his sharp eyes made him have a strong and domineering male charm.

He had a red cloth tied on his forehead, and a tight yellow warrior suit under his plain blue outer robe, plus a leather vest, which made him look even more broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted. There was a sword and a knife hanging on each waist. He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, and his appearance was extremely majestic.

Most of the people present were people who had seen the world. When they saw this man coming with his hands behind his back and calm and composed, they knew that this man was not simple. Moreover, because of his high nose and deep eyes, if he was not a Hu people, he should have Hu people's blood. They were all surprised.

A long laugh came from Ouyang Xiyi's mouth, and then this martial arts master who had been famous for decades shouted: "Good! As the saying goes, heroes have always been young since ancient times! May I ask what is your relationship with Bi Xuan?"

The young master was surprised, his eyes flashed, and after carefully looking at Ouyang Xiyi, he said lightly: "It turned out to be the "Huangshan Yimin" Ouyang Xiyi. No wonder his eyesight is so sharp. However, not only do I have nothing to do with Bi Xuan, but I am also someone he wants and is willing to get."

When everyone heard this, most of them were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. It was not surprising that he could recognize Ouyang Xiyi, because an old man as majestic and powerful as Ouyang Xiyi was rare in the world, and his tattered clothes were like his unique signboard.

What surprised them was that this boy knew that the other party was Ouyang Xiyi, but he still dared to call him by his name, and he even seemed to not take Bi Xuan, who was known as one of the top three masters in the world, seriously. This was what moved people.

Wang Tong sat still, staring at the man intently, and said lightly: "Your Excellency hurt people as soon as you entered the door. Although I am not good at brandishing a knife or a stick, I still have to be forced to take action. Tell me your name!"

A sneer floated from the corner of the handsome young man's mouth, and he said leisurely: "I am Ba Fenghan."

Hao Shuai, who had been watching the excitement for a long time, was curious about who made such a showy appearance. Unexpectedly, it was Ba Fenghan. He couldn't help but sigh at the continuity of the plot. Shuanglong was gone, Fu Junyu was dead, but Ba Fenghan could still appear at Wang Tong's birthday banquet.

For Ba Fenghan, many fans of the original novel may like him very much, but Hao Shuai has already regarded him as a dead man.

As a foreigner, he dared to make trouble in the Central Plains by relying on his martial arts. How could Hao Shuai, who regarded the world as his own back garden, tolerate this? He had no choice but to make up his mind to kill him.

Just when Hao Shuai was lost in thought, Ouyang Xiyi and Ba Fenghan were already competing in momentum.

At this time, Ouyang Xiyi's hand had slowly landed on the hilt of the sword. In an instant, nearly 700 people in the hall felt that the temperature in the hall seemed to drop suddenly, and the cold murderous aura filled the whole place.

Ba Fenghan's tiger eyes flashed with divine light, and his coat fluttered without wind. His power was not inferior to that of his opponent, as if he was confident that he could be invincible in the world and was invincible.

Just when both sides had accumulated their momentum to the peak and were ready to attack, the sound of the flute suddenly came. This flute sound was extremely wonderful, as if it was done at will, but it was melodious and difficult to describe.

As the flute sound was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes sad, high to infinite, low to infinite, everyone in the field was fascinated by it.

Listening to the flute sound, Ouyang Xiyi and Ba Fenghan, who were originally on the verge of a fight, gradually calmed down.

The sound of the flute seemed to be infinitely ethereal from afar, but in Ba Fenghan's ears, it was like he was walking alone in the desert smoke, evoking his hidden pain and joy, telling the story of his heart.

But in Hao Shuai's ears, he simply felt that Shi Qingxuan's flute skills were indeed superb. After all, with Hao Shuai's spiritual power, it would be difficult for Shi Qingxuan to attract Hao Shuai's spiritual world with the sound of the flute, unless Hao Shuai completely let go of his guard.

Just when everyone in the hall was immersed in the sound of the flute, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

No one in the hall could speak.

Wang Tong had already forgotten Ba Fenghan, and the murderous intent in his heart had disappeared. He raised his head and sang sadly, saying in a desolate tone: "Forget it! Forget it! After hearing Miss Shi's song, I am afraid that I will never hear good music again. Miss Xiao Yi not only inherited the true teachings of my mother, but also surpassed her. Wang Tong is impressed."

Ouyang Xiyi's eyes, which were full of power, also revealed a gentle look. He said loudly: "Qingxuan Xianjia has arrived, why don't you come in and see it, so that your uncle can see how much you look like Xiuxin."

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