C64

The night quietly approached. The crescent moon was like a hook outside the window, and the summer bugs were chirping. A few stars were accompanying the twinkling cold moon. A light breeze blew and swept away the memories of the past. The dim candlelight in the study room shone on Cao Hua's pale face, giving it a strange look.

Cao Hua, General Fu Jun, the second official of the imperial court who died after Ci Shi, died just like Ci Shi, at the hands of White City's spies.

"Bam!" After Deng Xihu saw this piece of information, he slammed his fist on the table in front of him, shattering it into pieces. At the side, Li Ye looked at the information in his hand with an ugly expression, and whispered to an agent behind him: "Hurry up and gather your men, we'll have a tough fight later!"

Zhu Gufeng could tell from the ugly expressions of the two that this was going to be troublesome. He gripped the blade in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Is the situation serious?"

In less than a cup of tea's time, a group of people of all kinds had quietly arrived at the Tong Fu Inn. Li Ye drank his cup of tea, threw down the bowl of tea, grabbed the green flag on the table and called Zhu Gu Feng to go to the nearest stronghold.

"… …"

"Waiter, a pot of yellow wine."

Inside the Drunken Cloud Pavilion, a man in plain clothes was wiping his head bitterly on the table. When he heard someone call him, he put the handkerchief on his shoulder and took out a pot of yellow wine from the wine cellar with a smile.

After taking out the wine, he looked around and, seeing that there was no one around, he took off the oil paper, scooped up a spoonful and drank it all. After drinking it, he smacked his lips and added a spoonful of water to the wine.

Seeing that the guest did not drink anything abnormal, he continued to wipe the table while chuckling. He muttered to himself, "Without a wife's discipline, isn't it just drinking as much as you want?" As he spoke, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He turned his head to the entrance of the restaurant and the uninvited guests.

The ones who rushed over were Li Yazhu and Gu Feng's group. The spies behind them had already disappeared from the road, turning into normal passersby. They turned into merchants, but they slowly surrounded the restaurant.

Li Ye walked straight to the door and looked at the waiter. He smiled and said, "Give me a pot of tea. I'll order when the guests arrive."

Although the waiter had some doubts about Li Ye's strange request, such people were not rare in Qingzhou. He nodded and served a pot of hot tea to Li Ye. Li Ye and Zhu Gufeng sat opposite of each other, watching the pot of hot tea.

He just sat there, not moving even when the tea was hot enough to cool it down. Even though the shopkeeper made their scalps go numb, he didn't move at all. The person they had been waiting for still hadn't come.

The customers coming and going in and out of the restaurant, but Li Ye and Zhu Gufeng were still sitting in their seats, not moving at all until a few Saber Warriors broke into the restaurant. When the sounds of fighting came from outside, the two of them moved.

He placed his hand on his sword, and just as he pushed his sword forward by an inch, a blade flashed and split the table into two. Several Saber Warriors appeared from behind the table, and the sabers at their waists were long unsheathed as they stared at Li Ye.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand moved nimbly like a snake, piercing straight into the saber warrior's throat. When the blade of the man raised its blade to block the sword, Li Ye's wrist flipped, and the serpent in his hand stabbed downwards. There was a muffled groan as the sword stabbed into flesh, and Li Ye pulled out the green flag to block the incoming blade.

With a flash of white light, a severed arm and blood splattered all over the place. Li Ye pushed himself backwards and the green banner in his hand pierced through the body. He kicked the corpse away and slashed towards the right with his sword, aiming at the saber warrior with a scar on his face.

The scarred man lowered his body and raised his blade to parry the blow. The green flag was like a hot knife cutting tofu, a thin line left on the blade and on the scarred man's throat.

Li Ye retrieved the green flag, flicked away the flying hong, looked at the waiter, spat out a mouthful of impure air, and rushed towards the waiter. The waiter didn't fight with Li Ye and pushed him backwards, escaping from the restaurant.

Li Ye followed closely behind the waiter, leaving Zhu Gufeng alone to face the sturdy restaurant owner. The shopkeeper held an eyebrow stick and swung it towards Zhu Gufeng. Zhu Gufeng pushed back to avoid the iron rod.

The steel rod smashed onto the floor and smashed the tavern's stone floor into pieces. The broken stones that he had picked up all over Zhu Gongfeng's face. Zhu Gufeng looked at the pole in shock, he was slightly shocked, if it hit his body, even if he didn't die, he would at least lose a layer of skin. His footwork was more nimble, constantly dodging the heavy iron rod.

The pole technique displayed by the shop owner was so powerful that Zhu Gufeng could only retreat and constantly dodge the pole strikes. However, the restaurant was only really big, and the shop owner purposely forced Zhu Gufeng to a corner of the restaurant.

He squatted down and dodged the iron rod that had smashed into his head. Seeing that the iron rod was stuck in the wall, Zhu Gufeng revealed a joyful expression when he saw that this was a good opportunity, he flipped his wrist and chopped at the owner's ankle. The owner revealed an expression as if he was right, the iron rod in his hand quickly retracted and smashed into Zhu Gu Feng.

Zhu Gufeng's pupils constricted as he looked at this staff technique, which could not be avoided, and he instantly retracted his Yanling Blade and placed it on his waist. Zhu Gufeng's pupils constricted as he looked at this staff technique, which could not be dodged, and instantly retracted his Yanling Blade and put it on his waist.

"The force behind that staff attack was not small, and I casually blocked it. However, at the very least, a few of my ribs were broken. I had to finish it quickly or else I wouldn't be able to win against him." Zhu Gufeng looked at the boss who was slowly walking towards him, and muttered in his heart while covering his chest.

He did not care about his injuries, he pulled out his Yanling Knife from the ground and attacked towards the tavern's owner, his whole body exploding with energy, the knife in his hand swung over quickly, the boss raised his iron stick to block the knife in front of him, and after a few clicks, Zhu Gufeng's katars all landed on the metal pole.

Zhu Gu Feng was not in time to dodge and a metal rod smashed onto his arm. With a cracking sound, Zhu Gu Feng was sent flying once again, smashing into the door of the restaurant, and flipped a few rounds on the ground. When Zhu Gu Feng got up again, his left arm was bent, and was smashed into a broken bone by the iron rod.

Zhu Gufeng gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the saber in his hand again. His robe fluttered even though there was no wind. His toes lightly tapped and he once again slashed at the person guarding the entrance to the restaurant like a war god.