Chapter 173 The heroine escorted the Beimang, and the scholar took a knife to the border.
Liu Nirong smiled calmly and said, “What are you afraid of? The inn is only a little distance from the pass. They dare to make trouble openly. Besides, there are masters and uncle Gongsun to fight. These rats, kill one, two, and one pair, and three, kill all three.”
Xiao Qiang was also infected by Liu Nirong’s tone, and a heroic spirit that was once covered by the dusk aura. He smiled and said, “We are practicing swords, so we should have this kind of heroism. Nirong, your realm will definitely be more advanced than being a teacher in the future!”
Liu Nirong smiled slightly.
But when night falls, the Yulong Gang can’t laugh.
The original intention was to live in a downtown so that the teenagers who were hiding in the dark had to see the light, but they were caught in the jar.
Liu Nirong stood at the window, her face pale, and the torches outside the inn shone out like daylight, and there were as many as three forces that had attempts to the Yulong Gang.
The first stock is the enemy of the second gang leader Xiao Qiang. There are five or six people, but they are not riding a horse. It is obvious that they want to take advantage of Xiao Qiang’s last trip to the world before washing his hands and avenge this revenge. There are three unwritten rules in the world. There are generally three rules. The first is that the revenge of several generations can still be avenged by descendants, but generally does not harm the wife and daughter, causing a massacre of family destruction. Not to mention the government wants, people in the martial arts world will also despise them. If the chivalrous people, if they are capable of being able to teach them a lesson. Then one day, one day, one will be a teacher and a father. Not to mention the “three-class slave” who will change the family at will, or just change a master. No matter what the reason is, it will be a lifelong stain. Therefore, the matter of becoming a disciple is almost a top priority in the world, and it is not inferior to the scholars and champions in the scholars. The third point is that once the retreat ceremony is completed, the golden basin is placed, and the water in the bowl is poured out, then all ordinary grievances will be invalidated.
The second force was not surprising. It was a woman covered with sables during the day, and everyone rode a horse.
The last wave made the Yulong Gang feel desperate and felt that the five thunders were thundering. It turned out to be Zhou Ziru, the eldest son of the deputy commander of the pass Zhechong, followed by eight or nine cavalrymen, and more than twenty infantry soldiers.
Zhou Ziru’s handsome face shone brightly under the firelight. He looked at Liu Nirong on the second floor and said slowly, “Catch the bandits, the idle people, and retreat by themselves.”
The woman with Diao’s forehead was unrestrained, and she was not afraid of whether the inn Yulong Gang would hear it. She said coquettishly: “Young Master Zhou, I agreed that the woman named Liu belongs to you. The young man under her who wears a single sword must not be hurt at all.”
Zhou Ziru frowned without replying.
The woman, who was vaguely unhappy, pulled the corners of her mouth, pressed down the disrespectful words that had reached her mouth, sat charmingly and lazily on the horse, pressing one hand against her waist, and rhythmically hitting the patterned head on the jade belt buckle.