After washing away the fatigue from the wind and sand, Chang Siguo put on clean clothes and walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.
The waiter who was standing outside quickly went in to pack the bucket and clothes. Chang Siguo saw that Wu Mo had not come out from the next room, and heard the sound of running water. He said, "Wu Mo, I will meditate and practice first. You can play in the yard later." Stop running around and call me when you have dinner.”
"Okay."
The sound of water inside stopped and a thin sound came out.
Chang Siguo walked back to his room, took off his shoes and went to bed, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his breathing to restore the lost breath.
About an hour later, Wu Jun's greeting came from outside, "Brother Chang, go have a meal."
"coming."
Chang Siguo opened the door and walked out. He had recovered nearly 70% of his breath, and it was dark outside.
As Wu Jun went out to have a sumptuous dinner in a restaurant, several people strolled back.
The streets of Beifeng City are brightly lit and people are coming and going. It is the busiest time at night.
The five soldiers fell behind, whispering quietly, with smiles on their faces. The deceased was gone, and they would continue to live a life where they could bleed or even lose their lives at any time. They did not have much time to immerse themselves in the sorrow of mourning the deceased.
In front of the inn, there were two cultivators in scarlet attire. Da Ji Ci came up to greet him. He looked past Wu Jun, who looked wary, and looked Chang Si Guo up and down, paying special attention to the black wooden bow in Chang Si Guo's bow bag.
Chang Siguo kept a calm expression on his face, shielding Wu Mo, who was full of food, behind him, secretly on guard.
I happened to see the other party wearing this outfit before entering the city in the afternoon.
He doesn't want to cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either.
One of the cultivators with a round face bowed his hand to Chang Siguo and said politely, "Mr. Chang, my young master invites you."
Chang Siguo glanced at Wu Jun and saw Wu Jun shaking his head slightly, indicating that he refused to go, and knowingly asked, "I don't know who your young master is."
The round-faced cultivator smiled very reservedly and said, "My son's surname is Yan. Mr. Chang, please."
Chang Siguo declined and said, "Chang has no friends named Yan in Beifeng City. You have mistaken the person."
Inexplicably, he would not want to meet a domineering playboy.
The long-faced cultivator who had been silent next to him sneered, and called him by his name: "Chang Siguo, you don't know how to give me a toast. In Beifeng City, my young master invites you. Not many people can refuse. Don't toast me." Eat and drink as a penalty."
"Oh, is it so"
Chang Siguo narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the long-faced cultivator, and his voice turned cold, "If you can still be tied down and go down to Beifeng City, when will I become your son?"
To be able to break his name so clearly, the other party was obviously well prepared.
He asked himself that he had never offended Mr. Yan. It was his first time in Bei Maple City and he had not interacted with him.
Of course, he didn't need to be afraid. After spending so long in Sihuang City, he roughly understood the rules on the surface.
Behind him are the cultivators of Sihuang City, who are not soft persimmons to be manipulated by the young master of General Yan's family. As for leaving the city, there are two opinions.
The round-faced cultivator hurriedly grabbed the lewd long-faced cultivator and smoothed things over, saying, "Mr. Chang misunderstood. My young master admires his unparalleled archery skills and wants to ask for advice in person. In the past, he was far away in Sihuang City, and it was rare to meet him in person. Now he is in Beifeng City. , I specially set up a small banquet to cleanse my husband. It’s in the nearby Changqing Garden, only a few steps away. I’d like to invite you to pay your respects to me.”
Chang Siguo was silent and even used the excuse of admiring his archery skills. What on earth did he want to do?
He didn't believe that the domineering young master would hold a banquet to wash his hands. He was so late at this time, why did he go there so early?
Wu Jun said, "Brother Chang, I will go with you."
This is also a kind of test. If the other party refuses Wu Jun's company, then there is no need for Chang Siguo to go.
It's just that after leaving the city tomorrow, you have to be careful all the way. If the other party has found out the details so clearly, they won't be wrong.
Wu Jun didn't want to offend the other party too much. Although there were many doubts, Mr. Yan couldn't do anything to them. After all, they were cultivators, not ordinary people at the bottom with no status.
The round-faced cultivator did not hesitate, he agreed, stretched out his hand and said, "Two of you, please. If you keep me waiting, you will blame me for my incompetence, so please give me some noodles." His posture was very low.
The other person turned his back and didn't respond. I don't know if he was pretending to be a bad person or because he was used to being arrogant.
Wu Jun signaled with his eyes, Chang Siguo could only pat Wu Mo who was holding the corner of his clothes and said, "Go back to your place with them, I'll be back later."
Wu Mo looked up at her little face like a tabby cat that had rubbed itself somewhere after taking a shower. She said "Okay" obediently, let go of her little hand, reluctantly left, and walked back to the inn three times a step.
The five soldiers accepted the signal from Wu Jun's eyes, pressed their hands on the handles of their swords, and guarded the little guy in the middle. After a while, they entered the inn and went to the backyard.
Wu Jun and Chang Siguo immediately followed the two cultivators in scarlet clothes and walked to the east of the street.
Pedestrians along the way gave way one after another. It was obvious that they were very afraid of the cultivators in Fei Yi, for fear of a slight collision.
Walking down a street, you will find Evergreen Garden, which occupies a large area on the opposite side.
A wooden gatehouse made of exquisite materials, with cornices and raised corners. The plaque is engraved with the three characters "Evergreen Garden". It is surrounded by green brick courtyard walls on both sides of the street. Even in winter, you can see the lush green garden and lush trees from the outside. Evergreen.
Under the gate stood two rows of waiters in blue, bowing to welcome guests.
Follow the stone brick corridor in the garden, pass through two moon gates, then turn right and walk along the wooden corridor.
Not long after, they entered an elegant garden with a plaque inscribed with "Yancui Pavilion". There were rockeries, flowing water and small bridges in the garden, and the lights were just right. The scene changed with each step. Even Wu Jun and Chang Siguo, who were rough men in the army, did not hesitate. Feeling slow down.
Next to the creek shaded by flowers and trees, the fragrance of flowers is faint, and there are two attics, one high and one short.
There are lights on the window paper of the fifth-story pavilion, reflecting the dancing figure of a graceful woman, and the sound of silk and bamboo comes from above.
The round-faced cultivator took a few steps forward and whispered a few words to a burly cultivator in scarlet clothes who was guarding under the attic. The cultivator glanced at Chang Siguo, didn't look good at all, turned around and entered the short pavilion to report. After a while, he came down and said, "Go up."
The round-faced cultivator thanked them and led them to the second floor of the short pavilion. The long-faced cultivator did not follow.
On the second floor, which is as warm as spring, many young women in thin pink skirts stand with their heads lowered.
The faint fragrance floated around, making Chang Siguo and the two very uncomfortable.
After waiting for tea time, a young woman with a sharp face wearing a green skirt and makeup walked down the wooden ladder from above.
The woman glanced at the two of them with an arrogant expression, covered her nose with a brocade handkerchief, and with a look of disgust on her face, she stretched out her green-white index finger with her free right hand, pointed at the black wooden bow exposed at Chang Siguo's waist, and said, "Leave the bow." , people can leave."
She turned her face away, as if one more glance would stain her eyes.
Chang thought about looking at the round-faced cultivator who kept smiling kindly. What did he mean?
Leaving weapons behind is a great humiliation to the cultivators, and is tantamount to a life-or-death provocation.
The round-faced cultivator bowed and smiled at the sharp-faced woman, "Yes, please excuse Miss Yuan to come down." He turned to Chang Siguo and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Chang, my young master has taken a fancy to your bow. Please keep it and I'll give it to you." You guys get out."
The smile on his face was still kind, and in his words, it seemed that his young master was very lucky to be able to take a fancy to this bow.
After hearing such shameless words, Chang Siguo did not fall out with such a villain on the spot, but looked at Wu Jun.
I still don’t understand that the words about admiring archery skills, setting up a small banquet, and wanting to ask for advice in person are all lies fabricated by this villain.
Mr. Yan didn't even bother to meet him, he was full of malice and contempt.
Wu Jun had no expression on his face and said, "Let's go."
He turned around and walked towards the exit of the stairs. He was being teased for no reason. No matter how well-mannered he was, he was still filled with anger.
The sharp-faced woman was ignored by the two men. She suddenly felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She stamped her feet and screamed arrogantly, "Bold slaves, you don't want to live anymore. How dare you disobey me?"
Wu Jun was angry and swept away his sleeves. Cultivators have their own dignity. A little ordinary servant girl dared to say such evil words and use the word "slave" to humiliate them.
He originally wanted to hold back this bad breath, but he couldn't hold it back at this time.
The round-faced cultivator scolded him for being "presumptuous", waved his hand to block it, said "shit", and tore off half of his sleeve.
Chang Siguo looked cold and saw Wu Jun take action, so he took the bow in his left hand, reached out with his right hand, and took out an ordinary arrow. When the round-faced cultivator turned around angrily and slapped him with his palm, he turned left and then tilted his feet to the right. , flashed to the side of the round-faced cultivator.
Facing the enemy, he didn't hesitate at all. Whoosh, he shot an arrow.
The two were only less than eight feet apart.
The round-faced cultivator was shocked. He did not expect that the other party was so bold that he dared to attack him in Aige, and his movements were so weird.
He tried his best to dodge, but was still hit by an arrow in the right rib. He howled and rolled over ten feet, hit his head against the wooden window, and fell downstairs, splattering blood all the way.
The room suddenly became chaotic, with many women in pink skirts running around and screaming.
"Kill someone"
"There are assassins"
Wu Jun had already drawn his sword in his hand and said in a deep voice, "If there's any obstruction, we'll fight out first."
He showed the decisiveness and ruthlessness that a frontier soldier should have. He would do nothing if he didn't take action, and he would be merciless if he turned against him.
"yes"
Chang Siguo kicked the sharp-faced woman who was blocking the road and covered her face in surprise, sending her flying into the air and crashing into the stairs.
In his eyes, the enemy does not distinguish between men and women.
What a piece of shit Young Master Yan who relies on people's power, he really thinks he is a person and treats their border troops like pigs and dogs. Damn it, I still don't serve you.
If you want the bow in his hand, take it based on your ability.
Chang Siguo's temperament had already been influenced by the tough style of the frontier army without realizing it.
I am not afraid of death, but why should I be afraid of death?
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