The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 12: The sky is about to snow (1)

In February of the first year of Shuo, he lived in Chongling Township.

Three years have passed since Liu Yan brought his younger brother Liu Xiu to join his uncle Liu Liang.

Liu Yan walked drunk on the path in the fields, slowly walking towards his uncle's house, humming a tune while walking.

Although it was only early spring, the cold air had not subsided and the snow on the road had not subsided, Liu Yan was naked and allowed his strong chest to face the cold wind to reduce the smell of alcohol in his body. The silk coat was tied into a thread and tied around his waist.

And on his naked body, there were twisted scars everywhere, from the neck to the waist, dozens of large and small. The longest one, from the left chest to the right rib, was two fingers wide, which was terrifying.

Seeing the lights at his uncle's home from afar, Liu Yan frowned in surprise and quickened his pace.

At this time, it is logical that no matter whether he is uncle or uncle or younger brother, he should go to bed. Usually, he would drink until he went back to the house when he was drunk, and he had to open the door and enter the house in the dark. What's the matter today...

Liu Yan quickly walked out of the yard and jumped over the wall.

My uncle's home is not very big. When I entered the yard, I was facing a south-facing main house, which was divided into three rooms. The main room was met and the bedrooms on both sides.

On the east and west sides of the courtyard, there are two smaller wing rooms, living with the Liu Yan brothers and Liu Liang's own two sons.

The lights are on at this moment, which is the main room where guests are met in the main room.

Liu Yan walked along the wall and gently walked out of the main room. He did not enter the door immediately, but squatted under the window and listened to him.

There was a faint voice coming from the room, but he deliberately lowered his voice. Even though Liu Yan listened carefully, he could not tell what he was talking inside. However, the light reflected on the window, several figures in the room were shown, with weapons on his waist.

Liu Yan's heart suddenly jumped, and after thinking about it, he simply pushed open the door and walked in.

The door leaf was disrepair for a long time, and a long creaking sound was made. With the sound of the door, the sound of a choking sword was sounded in the room in an instant.

Liu Yan tilted his head and looked inside the house coldly.

Uncle Liu Liang sat at the table, looked at the door with a panic expression, and owed half of his body.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man with long beards and about forty years old. He was wearing only the most ordinary common clothes, without any special features, but both his expression and temperament revealed that he was used to giving orders, and was definitely not an ordinary Qianshou.

Neither of these two people had weapons on their bodies, but the young men standing or sitting around the house had scabbards hanging around their waists, and they were now holding them in their hands.

The two people standing closest to the door, the short knife in the left hand of the man was pressed against Liu Yan's chest, and the dagger held on the right was crossed in front of Liu Yan's neck.

Liu Yan did not move, but just lowered his head, looked at the two sharp blades in front of him, sneered, and two rays of light suddenly burst out from his eyes.

He let out a long breath, and his full chest suddenly shriveled, and the tip of the knife that was originally tightly pressed against his chest was empty for half an inch. At the same time, his head suddenly raised back, held the hand holding the dagger with his right hand, and pinched his fingers like a steel hoop. A suppressed cry sounded low, and the dagger had already landed on the ground.

The man on the left was about to exert force and stabbed him with a short knife, but Liu Yan did not give him this opportunity. He kicked the man on the left with one foot heavily on the lower abdomen. His toes were a little like a spear, and he seemed to have not exerted force, but he kicked him out, hitting the wall, and rolling all over the ground.

The man on the right who was pinched by Liu Yan's wrist was already pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans began to seep out on his forehead.

Liu Yan snatched his body down and had already snatched the dagger in his hand, crossed his neck, and turned his head and stared at him coldly.

"Who asked you to use the knife at my uncle's house?"

Liu Yan added another three-pointer to his hand. The man he was pinching had already bowed his waist, making a buzzing sound in his mouth and his eyes rolled up.

In the flash, Liu Yan defeated the two of them, and even the rest of the house had no time to react.

"Tell me, whose people are you? Du Yong in the West City or Zhang Feng in the East City?"

Liu Yan swept the people in the house and sneered: "The world is in the world. When I touch my uncle's house, what kind of hero is he?"

Since arriving in Chongling, although Liu Yan handed Liu Xiu over to his uncle Liu Liang to take care of him, he had no intention of farming all day in the countryside of Chongling.
Chapter completed!