Hu Luanjiao appeared next to Wang Qi'an as fast as lightning, and touched the masked man's face with his palm, revealing his true face instantly.
He is a middle-aged man with a square face and half of his left eyebrow missing.
"Huh? I didn't expect this person to be very handsome... This is really hard for the old man..."
Hu Luanjiao looked embarrassed and couldn't help but touch the wine bottle on his waist and took a sip.
At this time, another thin figure jumped from the roof onto the street and walked towards Wang Qi'an and the others.
This man has a wrinkled face, white beard and hair, ragged clothes, and is holding a seven-foot bamboo stick.
It was actually Pu Changqing, the sixth-level elder of the beggar gang whom Wang Qi'an met at Wu's mansion.
Wang Qi'an thought he was following him, so he couldn't help but stare at the man approaching.
"Don't be nervous, little one. What happened between you and the Beggar Gang was just a misunderstanding."
Hu Luanjiao, who was standing next to him, noticed Wang Qi'an's strange behavior and expressed comfort.
Sure enough, Pu Changqing slightly bowed his hand to Wang Qi'an and said apologetically:
"I have found out the real culprit in Boss Qiu's matter. Please don't take offense to the misunderstanding before."
Hu Luanjiao banged the wine pot vigorously and shouted impatiently:
"Okay, okay. Old Man Pu, don't forget your mother-in-law. Please identify who this person is?"
Pu Changqing seemed to be very familiar with Hu Luanjiao, he shook his head and said:
“We haven’t seen each other for ten years, but Brother Hu’s temperament has not changed at all.
I have met this person, he is Xian Ji, the owner of the 'Yu' building, one of the twelve buildings in Huanhuaxi."
As Pu Changqing spoke, he picked up his left arm with the bamboo stick, and his sleeve shattered, revealing a figure shaped like water flow.
"This is the unique 'water' symbol of Huanhua Creek.
There are twelve floors under the Huanhuaxi Gate, which are respectively for soldiers, workers, weapons, archery, imperialism, arithmetic, dance, music, wine, calligraphy, painting, and tea.
These people all have unique skills.
Xian Ji was originally a military camp general. In addition to his martial arts skills, he was also good at riding and shooting, and he was particularly fond of war horses.
Later, he was recruited by Meng Kun to run the Xishan Ranch for him. He rarely appeared in public in Chengdu on weekdays. "
While Pu Changqing was explaining, Wang Qi'an kept paying attention to Du Qianqiu's movements.
At this moment, Qiraji lowered his bamboo hat and walked to the side of the street, leaning against the wall with his bladeless sword in his arms. He seemed to be leaving in no hurry.
After Pu Changqing finished speaking, he walked to the man in yellow shirt who was killed by Du Qianqiu.
This man's body was covered with countless sword marks, and blood was still seeping out from the wounds on his neck and chest, forming a pool of blood underneath.
Pu Changqing looked at this person carefully for a long time, thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head and said:
"This person is very handsome. I have never seen him before... At this age, it would be too absurd to say that he is a blood demon..."
Hu Luanjiao held the wine bottle and nodded in agreement:
"If Old Demon Shen is still alive, he is probably about a hundred years old... Hey, Old Man Pu, what did you think of?"
Pu Changqing's face suddenly became very solemn.
“It just occurred to me that there were some coincidences.
After the Blood Demon incident, each faction declined, but Huanhuaxi took advantage of the situation to rise rapidly and became the largest gang in Sichuan and Sichuan.
And today... the Blood Demon's Thousand Meridians have reappeared, and there are people in Huanhuaxi who are also involved... These strange things make me feel uneasy..."
Hu Luanjiao frowned and said:
"Old Man Pu, are you saying that Huanhuaxi is the mastermind behind this incident?"
Pu Changqing suddenly fell silent.
"This person is definitely not a disciple of Blood Demon Shen Rentu. I just don't know where he learned his Qianmai Jue..."
Du Qianqiu, who had been leaning in the corner, suddenly spoke.
Hu Luanjiao turned around and looked at Du Qianqiu. Suddenly, his clothes moved automatically without wind, his shoulders straightened and his spine straightened, and his momentum suddenly increased.
Du Qianqiu immediately sensed the situation and jumped up from the wall, assuming a defensive posture.
"Senior, wait a minute..."
Wang Qi'an thought that Hu Luanjiao was going to attack Du Qianqiu, so he hurriedly stopped him.
Hu Luanjiao relaxed and returned to a relaxed state, and said with a smile:
"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is so good that the old man can't help but feel a little bit itch and become aggressive.
However, how can you be so sure that this person is not a Blood Demon disciple? "
Wang Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.
He sighed secretly, this Hu Luan Jiao is really a child at heart.
Du Qianqiu's posture remained unchanged and he said calmly:
"This person's Qianmai Jue Kung Fu is specious, and its power is not even as powerful as Shen Ren's Demon Slaying Kung Fu, which is three to four times more powerful.
In addition, these people claim to be from the temple and obey the orders of the Holy Lord. That's all I know. "
Hu Luanjiao looked at Pu Changqing and said:
"Old Man Pu, you Beggar Gang, who claim to be all-pervasive and omniscient local snakes, have you ever heard of the Holy Master of the Temple?"
Pu Changqing was suddenly shocked, and his face became ugly.
"Before he died, the traitor of our gang, Boss Hu, mentioned the word "temple"... What I am ashamed of is that before today, I had never heard of such a mysterious gang."
Hu Luanjiao suddenly shouted and said excitedly:
"Old man, I understand. Since Xian Ji is the owner of the twelfth floor, then their holy master is naturally the leader of Huanhuaxi - Meng Kun."
"Who is mentioning my name?"
A loud voice sounded, and everyone followed the sound, only to see four young people with vigorous steps carrying a golden and gorgeous sedan, turning out from the corner of the street, and rushing to the front in an instant.
As soon as the sedan landed, a short and fat figure opened the curtain and walked out.
This man has a golden crown on his head, wearing a purple and black gold dragon robe. At his waist, which is as thick as a bucket, is a long sword that is much narrower than an ordinary sword. The scabbard is glowing with gold and is inlaid with precious stones. It is extremely gorgeous.
"Are you Meng Kun?"
Hu Luanjiao walked around this person and asked curiously.
The man did not answer, walked up to Xian Ji who was placed aside, and said coldly:
"Who killed me, the owner of 'Yu'zilou?" "
Wang Qi'an went out to the crowd and said:
"If you want to avenge your subordinates, just come to me."
The man squatted down and groped Xian Ji's body.
"It's really you brat."
He took out a few two-finger-sized tokens from Xian Ji's chest and cursed angrily.
He stood up and waved his hand, and then a young man carrying a sedan approached the sedan door.
Then a green hand stretched out from the sedan and handed a heavy bag of things into the young man's hand.
The young man held the bag and handed it respectfully to the short, fat man in fine clothes.
"This guy assassinated the owner of the third floor of my weapon, book, and tea building. It would be easier for him to die like this."
The man turned around to face Wang Qi'an, suddenly threw the heavy bag in his hand towards him, and then shot out the things he had found from Xian Ji's body.
"This hundred taels of gold is awarded to you because I have eliminated a traitor.
It's just that it would be easier for him to die like this. "
Wang Qi'an took the bag and found that it was indeed worth a hundred taels.
He made a circle with his palm, and all the tokens he shot were collected in his palm.
There are four tokens in total, with imperial, utensil, book, tea written on them respectively...
"I am Huanhuaxi Meng Kun. If you want to find me, come to Huanhua Palace..."
This person comes and goes in a hurry.
As soon as the voice fell, the four young men carrying the sedan disappeared from the street.
