Xiao Ding dodged and left Tang Xiaotian's mansion. He did not go to see Tang Xiaotian. With his peerless Qinggong, he was able to appear in front of Tang Xiaotian without anyone noticing, and then asked him to tell him about Mr. Ruyi. From Chen Xiang'er's room After coming out, he gave up the idea.
Master Ruyi's behavior is exactly the same as that old monster in yellow robe from the Money Gang. Chen Xiang'er has been working for him for so many years but has not been able to see his true face in Lushan. Master Ruyi has only cooperated with Tang Xiaotian for the first time, so how can he show his true face to him? Tang Xiaotian, and Tang Xiaotian doesn't know more about the inside story than Chen Xiang'er, so Xiaoding's meeting with Tang Xiaotian at this time will only bring inconvenience to him.
Xiao Ding was thinking about Chen Xiang'er all the way. Of course, he was not thinking about other issues. He just felt that he could never see through Chen Xiang'er.
When Xiao Ding appeared, she was not surprised, but seemed to be a little surprised. At first, she acted like a slut, tempting Xiao Ding in various ways. After seeing that Xiao Ding was unmoved, she immediately transformed into a weathered weakling. The hostage girl told her all about herself, and Xiao Ding could see that she was definitely not lying.
But just like this, Xiao Ding felt even more strange. If she really wanted Xiao Ding to help her get rid of the control of the Money Gang, then the dissolute behavior she had shown before was just to test Xiao Ding's personality. Ding was still pregnant and had no ulterior motives in going beyond the realm of thunder, so she told Xiao Ding those secrets. If Xiao Ding is really a prodigal son, maybe she will take action to kill Xiao Ding at a critical moment.
But when Xiao Ding left at the end, why did she tease Xiao Ding again? Which one is the real Chen Xiang'er? Xiao Ding would never figure this out until his death, unless Tang Xiaotian told him a secret, but how could Tang Xiaotian tell others casually about that kind of thing?
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As soon as Xiao Ding returned to the inn, Tang Qingqing jumped forward and shouted: "It took you so long to come back. Are you also fascinated by that vixen?"
Tang Qingqing actually said the word "ye", which even his father scolded.
Xiao Ding couldn't help but blush slightly, feeling a little guilty in his heart. He pretended to be calm and said: "What nonsense are you talking about? I got a lot of important information from Chen Xiang'er."
"Really?" Tang Qingqing glanced sideways at Xiao Ding, as if to see the credibility of his words from his eyes.
"You are finally back, and I just want to discuss something with you." Ye Rongqiu's appearance just saved Xiao Ding.
"What are you discussing?" Xiao Ding breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Rongqiu said solemnly: "I received news from Zui Taoist. He asked us to go to a place to meet him, and he asked you to go with him by name."
"Drunk Taoist? He actually wants to meet me?" Xiao Ding was a little surprised. This drunk Taoist has always been like a dragon, but he suddenly made an appointment with me. Could it be that he wants to persuade me to work for the Capture Dragon Gate?
"I also feel a little strange. If there is no important matter on weekdays, he will not show up. He suddenly appears in Shu this time, and even takes the initiative to meet you. There must be something extremely important." Ye Rongqiu analyzed.
"Where did he ask us to meet?" Xiao Ding thought to himself, just go. He has long heard that this famous Wudang star is an immortal in wine. It would be good to go and learn from him. Maybe there will be other unexpected gains.
"Eastern suburbs, Wuhou Temple."
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The last time Sikong Zhaiyue went to Wuhou Temple, Liu Yunfei and Xuanyuan not only drank and joked with him. After a few days, he came to Wuhou Temple again, but found that these two people could no longer drink or bet with him.
Because dead people don’t know how to drink, let alone bet.
Liu Yunfei was still lying on the wooden couch, but this time he never had the chance to sit up, because there was a hole in his throat. He held the scabbard tightly with his left hand, and before his right hand could touch the hilt, he He had been stabbed through the throat and died on the wooden couch. The famous Bashan swordsman was dead.
Xuanyuan Buguang's body lay on the ground, with a large pool of blood on the ground and a fatal wound on his back.
After Sikong Zhiyue carefully examined him, he confirmed that the murderer stabbed him from behind, with the long sword piercing his chest and abdomen. Not only did Xuanyuan fall to the ground, blood flowed down his chest and abdomen to the ground. The blood had not yet dried. It seemed that the murderer would not leave for more than 10 days. Half an hour.
Sikong Zhaiyue couldn't help but gasp. Liu Yunfei's external injuries had almost healed. Although his internal strength had yet to be restored, his movements were no longer hindered, but he died before he could even draw out his sword. Xuanyuan is not only a gambler, but that's just because few people have seen him take action. In fact, it can be said that he is a first-rate master in the world. He can be captured by Longmen and incorporated into the organization, and he can force Master Hu Ba to use How can a person with a left-handed sword be weak?
Sikong Zhaiyue sat on the ground, lost in thought. Not only was Xuanyuan suddenly stabbed in the back with a sword while he was escaping, why did he not dare to fight with the person? Judging from Xuanyuan Buguang's character and martial arts, how many people in this world are there who would rather escape than dare to fight head-on? Two masters were killed by the sword in an instant. How fast was this man's sword?
"Woof, woof, woof." Sikong Zhiyue sat next to Xuanyuan Buguang and slowly imitated three dog barks. His eyes were a little dull and he murmured in a low voice: "I owe you this, I said I promised to call you before you die, but I didn’t expect that you failed to wait until I fulfilled this promise. "
Suddenly there was a sigh from behind: "I'm still a step too late after all..."
Sikong Zhaiyue's body shook violently, and he jumped up like a reflex, unsheathing his long sword at the same time.
Sikong Zhaiyue stood with his sword in hand. Wherever he looked, he saw a gray-clothed Taoist standing beside Liu Yunfei blankly. Sikong Zhaiyue had no idea when he came in.
The Taoist in gray clothes is slightly thin, with a simple sword stuck diagonally on his back. The sword has golden tassels. He has a Taoist bun high on his head. Although his temples are gray and slightly older, the divine light in his eyes is hidden. Angry and self-defeating.
"Who are you and what is the purpose of coming here?" Sikong Zhaiyue asked sharply.
"I am a drunk Taoist from Wudang. Although you don't know me, I know that you are Sikong Zhaiyue, who is known as the best thief in the world." The Taoist in gray replied calmly. He did not say that he was the best thief in the world. Instead, saying that he is the best in the world in Qinggong has saved Sikong Zhaiyue's face.
A martial arts legend like Zui Daoren has a clear distinction between good and evil and is extremely well-educated. Thieves and gangsters would not easily speak out from him, which also avoids everyone's embarrassment.
Sikong Zhaiyue is a person who doesn't stick to trivial matters and doesn't care what other people call him. Moreover, the title of the best thief in the world is something he prides himself on.
"What's the proof?" Sikong Zhaiyue snorted coldly, but did not put the sword back into its sheath.
The drunk Taoist was a little stunned, and then he understood that the Wuhou Temple in the eastern suburbs was originally an extremely desolate place. Most people would never come here at such a time. Not only were Liu Yunfei and Xuanyuan just killed, but the blood on the ground was still not dry. Sikong Zhaiyue didn't know him either, so he could understand that Sikong Zhaiyue looked like he was facing a formidable enemy at this moment.
"There's no need to prove this, because the person I'm dating should be here soon. You don't know me, but you must know them." The drunk Taoist said while looking at Liu Yunfei's body.
Sikong Zhaiyue said: "Who are you dating?"
"Ding Shaoxia." The drunk Taoist didn't look back. He was carefully observing the sword wound on Liu Yunfei's throat.
"Xiao Ding? Why is he here?" Sikong Zhaiyue was surprised and happy, this little bastard is finally here.
