There is a bamboo forest behind the Wooden Courtyard and Four Seasons Pavilion.
Nestled in the bamboo forest, there is a clear spring, surrounded by white stones. The pool is not big, but because there is a spring at the bottom, it is clear all year round.
Every midsummer, when the weather is hot, Xu Xiurong would often come and sit by the spring.
At this moment, she was sitting quietly on a white stone warmed by the sun, with a pair of white socks in her hand.
Two delicate jade feet hang down from the edge of the pool, soaked in the spring water, and the clear water flows between the white fingers.
The tail of a goldfish approached and he touched it cautiously, but the female warden suddenly didn't notice it. She just lowered her head and rubbed a pendant with her hands.
"Master!" Suddenly, a roaring voice sounded.
Wearing a lotus leaf skirt, her face was slightly baby-fat, and her hair was tied up in a hair tie, the foodie girl suddenly jumped out, her hands making fangs and claws:
"I thought, you are here. Hey, you are looking at this pendant again."
Mu Yaoyao muttered: "It doesn't look very valuable, could it be a powerful magic weapon?"
She knew that her master had always worn this pendant, and this was not the first time she had seen it.
Xu Xiurong was startled by her, glared, closed her fingers, held the ancient jade pendant in her palm, and said lightly:
"What are you talking about? This is an item left by your master."
"The relic of the Imperial Master?" Mu Yaoyao suddenly ate the big melon, curious.
"It's not a relic!" Xu Xiurong emphasized:
"Well, you can understand it as a small magic weapon for body protection. It is not very strong and is of no use now."
She smiled nostalgically and said:
"That was back in those days, when I was as old as you, I went out to practice in the world, and the national master gave me a pendant. If I encountered danger, I could use this to pray to the national master, and he would come. The other princes Yes.”
"That's it." Mu Yaoyao squatted next to her and suddenly realized.
Then Xu Xiurong continued:
"The Imperial Master traveled far and wide in the past, and it is said that he left behind many pendants like this. However, after his death, these magical instruments are of no use and can only be kept as a memory. When you travel around the world in the future, if you meet someone Carrying something like that can give you a little care.”
Mu Yaoyao lazily stuck her butt out and drew circles on the spring water with her fingers:
"Jianghu... I'm too lazy to go."
Xu Xiurong glared at her: "You look so lazy."
Most of the disciples of the major sects have a process of traveling around the world. This is a rule.
Mu Yaoyao smiled playfully and made jokes for a while. Then she looked at the clear and transparent spring water with greedy eyes. She simply took off her skirt and plunged into it.
Water splashed everywhere.
Xu Xiurong raised his hand to block the splashing water droplets, glanced at the girl, and said with emotion:
"I'm almost growing up. It's just that the girl doesn't look elegant. How will she get married in the future?"
Mu Yaoyao was very unconvinced and pouted:
"Master, you are so beautiful, haven't you ever found a man?"
Xu Xiurong spat:
"Vulgar words, I am devoted to the Tao."
It’s not that you have a high vision...
Yes, Master has seen someone like the National Master suppressing a figure of an era. How can he still think highly of others?
Mu Yaoyao muttered in her heart and stopped hurting the old maid with words.
"It's so cool, Master, why don't you take a dip too." The foodie girl happily splashed around in the water, carelessly.
Xu Xiurong couldn't resist, so she put the pendant on her neck, then took off her clothes, and the white and greasy beauty slipped into the spring water.
Mu Yaoyao's dog came over, looked at the pendant on the latter's chest with some envy, and said:
"Master, you are so big."
Xu Xiurong raised his hand and slashed his scalp, his cheeks suddenly turned red:
"I'll test your homework later."
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…
Qinglian Xiaozhu.
The bright sun penetrates the peach branches and leaves, dappled and scattered.
Ji Ping'an sat on the wicker chair, reached out and took out the brocade bag, untied the rope, and poured out a white jade wheel. A light spot on it flickered like breathing, causing ripples.
"Hey." He was slightly surprised, "Is there an old friend's son in the capital city of God?"
This white jade wheel is a magic weapon that connects many jade pendants, pendants, jade tablets and other scattered objects.
As the saying goes, debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay, regardless of Li Yang's unprepared life.
In Shan Guoshi's life, whether he was working with the God Emperor to conquer the world in the early days, or later he traveled all over the world after he established the world.
It is inevitable to get to know some people and inherit some kindness.
Therefore, there are jade pendants scattered in all directions, some kindnesses have been repaid and then taken back.
Some don't.
At his peak, he relied on the white jade roulette and the "Dayan Tianji Jue" to be able to sense the direction of Kyushu.
But after his rebirth, he was already at the peak of his Qi cultivation and it was no longer possible to activate this magic weapon. Even if someone called him, he would not be able to receive it at all even if he was far away.
There was a reaction this time, which could only mean that the caller holding the jade pendant was in the capital, close enough to him.
"Are they from Jianghu?" Ji Ping'an thought about the recent influx of outsiders from all major prefectures into the divine capital, and came to a clear understanding.
With a plan in mind, he put the roulette wheel in his arms without a belt, returned to the house and changed into an ordinary gown, and took off the bamboo hat from the wall.
When he returned to the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of the talismans placed on the chessboard. He thought about it and replied:
[Miscellaneous praise]
After waiting for a while, the female sword fairy did not reply. Ji Ping'an was not sure for a moment. This was the end of the conversation, but he was still angry that he didn't reply immediately.
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…
With the arrival of summer, the big trees in the city are also flourishing.
After the disguise, Ji Ping'an wore a bamboo hat and walked through the crowd. Occasionally, he could hear the voices of people around him talking about the grand prize.
He walked for a while following the direction pointed out by the white jade roulette wheel, and finally found an inn, but did not walk over rashly.
Instead, he found a restaurant nearby that was a little quiet.
When the waiter in the store saw the customer coming to the door, he put the soap towel on his shoulder and said with a smile:
"Guests still have appointments for dinner."
Ji Pingan said:
"Yajian. Ask your shopkeeper to come over and tell him that his family is looking for him."
The clerk was startled and glanced at him with some uncertainty. Unsure of the situation, he immediately ushered Ji Ping'an into a cubicle on the second floor.
Not long after, the mediocre-looking restaurant owner knocked on the door, looked the uninvited guest up and down, and said hesitantly:
"you are……"
Ji Ping'an put down the tea cup, reported an address, and said calmly:
"Tell Han Bachi to investigate clearly. Come to see me at this time tomorrow."
…
"My subordinate has seen the sword bearer."
The next day, when Han Bachi hurriedly walked into the cubicle and verified his identity, the thin old man bowed his back deeply.
"Sit down." A cold voice.
Han Bachi then raised his head and looked at the profile of the young man at the table with respect.
I walked carefully to the opposite side, half of the stool was wet with my butt.
Ji Ping'an put down the tea cup, looked at him expressionlessly, and said:
"How much did you make this time?"
Han Bachi smiled, stretched out his five fingers, and said:
"It will take some time for the gambling house to cash out, but if you want it, I will..."
Ji Ping'an said: "Keep it for yourself."
Before the grand prize, he sent a message to Shendu Yinguan, which was probably some predictions on the winning rate of the battle, including him and others.
The purpose is not to make money, but to do it casually and give some benefits to the darknet gang.
Giving both kindness and power is the core of the superior's control over his subordinates.
The adopted son of Han Bachi was beheaded last time. Only by giving him some benefits this time could he make these people willing to work for him.
Han Bachi was about to refuse when he saw the young man in a bamboo hat had already spoken:
"How's the matter you were asked to investigate?"
The old Yin official looked serious, took out a booklet from his sleeve, and replied:
"My subordinates have sent people to screen the residents of that inn. The directory is briefly recorded as follows. However, I was in a hurry and could not fully understand the situation. Only some information was retrieved from the file library, and some of them were The recent whereabouts have been investigated.”
Ji Ping'an glanced at the names on the paper, looked at them one by one, and finally locked on the Xiang brothers and sisters, and said:
"What's going on with these two people?"
Han Bachi thought about it and said:
"These two people should be from Guang'an Prefecture in Lanzhou and from Xiangjiabao."
The Xiang family... Ji Ping'an showed a trace of reminiscence in his eyes, remembering an old incident.
In the past, when he and the God Emperor led the troops and passed through Guang'an Mansion, they received help from the local Xiang family fort master.
Later, when he traveled around the world, he passed by Guang'an Mansion and left a jade pendant to the then Lord of the castle.
Many years passed in a flash, and the old castle owner was already dead.
So, this is a descendant?
Han Bachi continued:
"About three or four years ago, the owner of the Xiang Family Fort died in a battle between the rivers and lakes. The Xiang Family Fort lineage was broken up and many people were killed or injured. The murderer was Wang Lun, the owner of the Juxian Village. Only some members of the clan fled. According to their age, After all, these two brothers and sisters are accompanied by an old servant named Xiang Hong, who is a close aide of the previous fortress master."
Ji Ping'an frowned: "Juxian Village?"
Han Bachi explained:
"This is a gang in the rivers and lakes of Zhongzhou. It is involved in part of the water transportation work. It has some background with the local government. It is called Juxian. In fact, it has gathered a large number of gangsters, many of whom are criminals. The owner of the gang, Wang Lun, has broken through the five realms and has many tricks. Cruel, pretty, and full of evil.
"It's just that Zhongzhou is too close to the imperial court after all, so this gang only operates on the border of Zhongzhou. In recent years, it has been moving its business to Lanzhou and attacking Xiangjiabao is also related to its expansion."
Lanzhou is south of Zhongzhou, where the Jiangnan water town is located. Its prosperity is not inferior to that of the divine capital.
When it comes to water depth, it's even worse.
Like the neighboring Yuezhou, it is a place where Jianghu people gather.
Han Bachi continued:
"This time, the owner of Juxian Village also came to Shendu to observe the grand prize, but the more important purpose is to deal with the imperial officials. According to reports from his subordinate gangs, the old servant of the Xiang family has been secretly following the people of Juxian Village these days. Man, suspected of revenge..."
Ji Ping'an listened to the other party's report and gradually understood:
Wang Lun, the owner of Juxian Manor, massacred Xiang Jiabao, a local snake, in order to expand his power a few years ago. The surviving children of the fortress owner came to the capital to prepare for revenge.
He had seen too many stories like this in his past life.
Perhaps the reason for choosing to take action in Shendu is because the local Juxian Village is the weakest?
It's not important, but with the cultivation and strength of the three masters and servants of the Xiang family in the intelligence, it would be impossible to get revenge.
So, this is what the prayer is for?
Presumably, when the family was destroyed, the descendants of the Xiang family had already tried to pray for the jade pendant, but he had been reborn at that time and naturally could not receive it.
With many clues and the jade pendant given by him as a "medium", Ji Ping'an immediately began to divine and confirm his guess.
This is the convenience of the star official path.
As long as the prerequisite information is clear enough, he can confirm the authenticity of the guess through divination without even asking face to face.
The result was not as expected, and the guess was true.
Han Bachi watched the sword holder opposite him suddenly close his eyes and waited patiently.
After a while, Ji Pingan opened his eyes and said calmly:
"Do the people in Juxian Village who enter the capital this time have good friends?"
Han Bachi vaguely guessed his thoughts and said:
"This time, about thirty people came to Juxian Manor. They are all confidants of the manor owner and deserve to die."
Ji Pingan nodded indifferently and said in a calm tone:
"Then die."
Han Bachi said: "Tonight, there will be a banquet at Juxian Manor. It will be a good opportunity after the banquet."
As a hidden official, how could the old man not pay attention to these Jianghu forces?
Someone is always keeping an eye on it, so the information is given immediately.
Ji Ping'an said: "Then tonight."
Han Bachi was a little embarrassed:
"Sir, after all, this is the foot of the imperial city. In order to prevent the imperial court from noticing, there are not many masters of the dark network deployed in the city. It is okay to deal with those henchmen, but it may be a little difficult to kill a five-breaking master. If you want to be urgent It will take time to mobilize the killer."
Ji Ping'an picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said:
"It doesn't matter, I will take action."
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In the evening, the twilight glow shines through the inn windows, illuminating the furnishings in the house.
Xiang Xiaochuan sat at the round table and slowly wiped his sword with a piece of silk. The young man's features were resolute, with a trace of the tragic death.
What he didn't tell his little sister was that his chances of succeeding in the assassination were very small.
Wang Lun can be in charge of a gang, how can he be a simple person? In addition to using force, he also has deep thoughts.
If such a person with countless enemies was really careless, he would have died countless times.
Although he chose to take action tonight to increase the success rate, he was also prepared to fail.
In other words, this is his real purpose:
If revenge is successful, it will be enough to comfort the spirits of relatives in heaven.
If revenge fails, it coincides with the critical moment of the Grand Prize in the City of Gods, and the court is extremely sensitive to public security.
Those who died quietly are fine, but as long as you die in a louder manner.
It will inevitably attract the attention of the government. Although there is collusion between Juxian Village and the imperial court, as long as the trouble is big enough... there are so many officials in the imperial court, and there are many political enemies of each other.
Maybe, someone will pay attention and use it to attack political opponents.
By then, gangsters like Juxianzhuang, who appear to be businessmen but are actually full of evil, will have to shed their skin even if they die.
It's just... there's a high probability that I won't see that day.
Thinking of this, Xiang Xiaochuan let out a deep breath, hiding the trace of regret and sadness in his eyes.
He picked up the polished blade, and the scar on his forehead reflected on the blade... In his memory, the scenes of Xiang Jiabao being slaughtered came to his mind, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but feel unhappy.
There is an urge to cut everything off.
"Squeak." The door opened, and an old servant who was missing a front tooth walked in. He changed into a smart outfit and had a short blade slung across his waist.
"Uncle Hong," Xiang Xiaochuan frowned, "What are you..."
The inconspicuous old servant with a slightly stooped back smiled and said:
"My life was saved by the castle master in the past. Now that the young master wants revenge, how can I shrink back? Don't worry, although my old bones are rotten, I still have the strength to lift the knife."
Xiang Xiaochuan shook his head and said:
"Uncle Hong, you have to stay and take care of my little sister. If something big happens tonight, I will naturally escape and leave with you. If not... I need you to hide with my little sister and keep a camera. If the government pays attention, maybe I also need you to be a witness. If the government ignores this matter and colludes with the other party, you can take her out of the capital of God and go anywhere, and stop thinking about revenge."
"Young Master..." The old servant looked complicated and wanted to speak again, but saw that the young man was resolute.
I also understand that if I follow him, I won't be able to help much.
It would be more valuable to stay, sadness appeared on his face.
Xiang Xiaochuan smiled instead:
"Children of the world should take the separation of life and death lightly. It's a pity that I may not be able to see the day when my little sister gets married."
The old servant was silent for a moment and said:
"The lady is in the bedroom."
The young man knew what he meant, but he still shook his head and said:
"I won't go see her anymore. Just keep an eye on her and don't let her run around."
Xiang Yiyi didn't know that he was determined to die. She just thought that he was going to risk killing the enemy. Although she was worried and tried to stop him, she ended up walking around the world for many years.
She is not as weak as an ordinary woman.
But if he knew the truth, he would definitely stop him or force him to join him.
So...it's still missing.
Xiang Xiaochuan raised his head and glanced at the dimming sunset outside the window. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate to gather strength for his midnight action.
As expected, the banquet at Juxian Manor will last very late.
It would be even later when Wang Lun went to the brothel and exhausted all his energy on women.
He planned to take action late at night. The old servant sighed and closed the door for him.
Soon, the room became dark.
…
When night fell, a two-carriage arrived outside a house somewhere in the city of God.
After all, Juxianzhuang is just a Jianghu power. On the local level, it can still deal with the Yamen.
But things are far different in the capital city. I want to smoothen the relationship, but with the status of the officials in the capital, how can I sit at the same table with a group of gangsters?
Therefore, the people we are hosting tonight are the housekeepers of some officials' houses, the agents and shopkeepers of some businesses in the city.
For this reason, Wang Lun spent a lot of money and held a banquet in this property in Juxian Village.
The chefs from the big restaurants in the city were invited to come here to take care of it, and a group of dancers were also brought over in a carriage to add to the fun.
After nightfall, there was a banquet filled with singing and dancing. During the banquet, a group of people pretended to be elegant and kept toasting and chatting.
Wang Lun, who has a fair face and no beard and a slightly rich figure, dressed as a businessman, is accompanying him.
After the banquet was over, he excused himself to go to the toilet, got up and walked out of the room.
After closing the door, I stood under the pillars of the mansion, with the lantern above my head casting a hazy light.
The smile on Wang Lun's face disappeared, and his eyes turned cold.
A confidant guarding the door came over and said curiously:
"Master, why did you come out? Could it be that it's over?"
Wang Lun snorted coldly and said:
"Come out and get some air. This is a bunch of dogs. They are just serving as dogs for those officials, and yet they are all so arrogant."
He was dissatisfied.
As a Powu warrior, he has been in the world for many years, and he is also the number one figure in the local area. The county magistrate in the city wants to sell him some face as the owner of Juxian Village.
But when he came to the capital of the gods, a group of domestic slaves asked him to accompany them, and they were all so greedy that they would have killed them all if they didn't ask for anything from others.
The confidant smiled bitterly and said: "As the saying goes, the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, the prime minister and the officials in the capital are on the line, that's all. As long as the matter is done, it will be worth it."
Wang Lun said "grace" and said:
"Those dancers have all been arranged."
The confidant chuckled:
"Don't worry, the guest rooms have been cleaned."
After the banquet, some of the guests stayed here. Of course, the dancers invited not only danced, but also slept with them.
"Over at Jinfeng Tower, the oiran lady has also made a reservation. Master, you can come over at any time."
When Wang Lun heard this, his anger subsided a little, and he clicked his tongue and said:
"The women in the capital city of the Great Zhou Dynasty are different from those in Zhongzhou and Lanzhou. They all have a pretentious manner."
The confidant smiled and said:
"No. Speaking of which, Lord Tingxue is also in the capital, but it's a pity that he can't move yet. Otherwise, he would be tied up for you to have a taste of."
Tingxue Louzhu... Wang Lun's small eyes narrowed, a trace of lust flashed in his eyes, he licked his lips and coldly snorted:
"Why Tingxue Tower? If it weren't for the legend that it had something to do with the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty, and the local government was always protecting it, would it really be possible for it to remain untainted in the rivers and lakes? However, the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty has been dead for so many years, and people are leaving the tea, let alone just a legend. , Now that bitch can’t sit still anymore, isn’t it?
"Otherwise, why would you come all the way to the capital of Gods to join in the fun?
"Once we take good care of those bitches in the house and clear the way for the officials in the capital, without the government's care, I think this Tingxue Tower will be turned into a brothel in less than two years."
Tingxue Tower is also in Lanzhou, and is closer to Qiantang and Jiangning Mansion.
Juxianzhuang has been penetrating there in recent years.
It would undoubtedly be a great thing if we could swallow up Tingxue Tower's power and occupy the other party's territory.
What's more, on the Jianghu Tianji Pavilion's list of Jianghu beauties, the owner of Tingxue House is also among the top ten.
Wang Lun has been coveting it for a long time.
Seeing the leader like this, his confidants hurriedly took out two brochures from his arms and said as if they were offering treasures:
"It was passed down from the brothers in the gang. I heard that the various properties in Xuelou have been thoroughly explored, and some people have already instigated rebellion. This is the directory. This is the account of Huang Langzhong of the Ministry of Justice who spent a lot of money."
"Oh?" Wang Lun took it and looked through it, then said with satisfaction:
"well done."
The former is a force that is constantly encroaching, while the latter is the backer behind Juxian Village and the target of management.
The confidant smiled again:
"Master, Tingxue Louzhu's big beauty can't move, but it shouldn't be a big problem to tie up a little beauty. Do you want..."
Wang Lun was a little moved, but his reason finally suppressed his instinct, shook his head and said:
"Don't add unnecessary complications."
Recently, the Grand Prize was in full swing. Jingzhao Prefecture's inspections were doubled on the streets, and the captains of the Zhenfu Division were running around with swords. He didn't want to get into trouble for nothing at this time.
After talking for a while, Wang Lun returned to the room and drank again.
As the night progressed, the music finally ended. Some people left the house drunkenly, got in the car and left, while others went to the guest rooms with their favorite dancers in their arms.
Wang Lun, who also smelled of alcohol, left the house, stepped into the car, and fell heavily on the seat cushion with his slightly rich body.
Wang Lun's anger sank into his Dantian, and he moved his Qi machine along the meridians all over his body. The smell of alcohol spewed out from his nose and pores all over his body.
The whole person also woke up.
After traveling around the world for many years, he was most afraid of getting drunk, so he specially learned this martial art to prevent himself from being attacked by enemies and having no time to react.
"Let's go." Wang Lun pressed his eyebrows tiredly and said.
The driver waved his whip and the carriage rumbled along the streets of Shendu City under the night sky, heading towards the agreed brothel.
…
A certain street on the west side of Chang'an Street.
As night falls, the number of pedestrians gradually thins out, and the shops facing the street become much deserted. Some have begun to close, while others are still open.
The vendors on the street corners listlessly greeted the occasional passers-by.
"Grandpa, why don't we go back to the big stone bridge."
The little girl squatted next to the cash box, silently counting the coins inside, and said with some melancholy: "Business here is not very good."
The old man next to him was sitting on the horse. Hearing this, he sighed and looked at the snacks in the basket with distress, feeling a little moved.
But when he saw his granddaughter, he still shook his head and said:
"It's okay. If business is not good, just stay in business longer. It's better than running into trouble."
The grandfather and grandson had been involved in a series of murder cases and strange things that seemed like ghosts, which really created a psychological shadow.
Although the old man wanted to make money, his life experience told him that instead of making less, he should not get involved in those dangerous things.
I can forget about it if I lose my old bones, but my granddaughter can't afford it.
"Oh." The little girl was a little disappointed. At this time, her ears suddenly twitched, she turned to look at the end of the street, and suddenly said:
"Grandpa, it seems someone is coming."
Are there any guests?
The old man was shocked, turned his head to look, and then his expression changed.
In the dark night, at the end of the long street, there was first the sound of rustling, which was the messy and detailed footsteps.
Then, a warrior wearing a blue robe, a scarf, holding a short sword, and a red cloth wrapped around his arm stepped out.
Behind him, the second, third, fourth...
Everyone is dressed the same:
Wearing a short T-shirt, wearing a black cloth mask, holding a stick, and full of murderous intent.
It was so densely packed that at a glance, there were at least hundreds or thousands of people.
"It's the Tsing Yi Gang!"
The old man was shocked. He was at the bottom, how could he not recognize that these people were gang thugs in Shendu City?
If we talk about officials, soldiers, and practitioners, they are the white side of this big city.
These underground gangs, which are pervasive and infiltrate into the people at the bottom, are the dark side.
At this moment, three thousand Tsing Yi brothers were out patrolling, like a black tide, rushing along the streets.
The store owners along the street changed their expressions and quickly closed their doors without saying a word, for fear of provoking these murderous gods.
The vendors were also running around in panic. The goods on their carts fell on the floor, but they did not dare to pick them up.
The old man's expression changed, and he didn't even care about the cart. He picked up his granddaughter and ran away. Finally, he was greeted by a familiar shop owner and hid in his shop.
"boom!"
After the wooden door was closed, several people hurriedly moved tables, chairs and benches to block the door.
Not daring to breathe, he hid in the door and looked out through the crack in the door.
The little girl also came over, her eyes widened, and she saw that the crowds of people on the streets along the way dispersed instantly, and every house closed its doors and turned on the lights.
And the tidal wave of gang members spread silently through the street and rushed towards a mansion in front.
"Grandpa, where are they going?" the little girl asked in a low voice.
The old man covered her mouth, made sure that the people outside had passed, and then said with a pale face:
"Who knew, this was going to kill people."
In my mind, the words "gang conflagration" suddenly popped up.
He groaned secretly, he had obviously changed places several times in a row, why did this happen to him again?
…
The rush of people rushed through the streets and finally stopped at a street corner.
The new red stick thug of the gang headed by him looked at the old man walking out of the darkness, cupped his hands and said:
"Ba Ye."
Han Bachi's face emerged from the darkness, but the thin old man revealed indescribable majesty and murderous intent.
"arranged?"
"According to your instructions, no one from the government will come to this neighborhood before midnight. People have been guarded at all the important roads."
"Time is enough. Remember, no one from Juxian Village will be left behind. The rest of the people should not move."
"yes!"
"Let's go." Han Bachi took out his face towel and covered his face.
Although the owner of Juxian Village has left, there are still a few hard problems left, so to be on the safe side, he will take action himself.
Immediately, this group of people swarmed towards the mansion and instantly blocked the front and back doors. Han Bachi took the lead and raised his hand to press on the door.
"Snapped!"
A burst of energy was released, the wooden bolts broke, and the door opened.
"kill!"
Not long after, noisy exclamations, curses, and women's screams were heard in the mansion.
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On a certain street, carriages rumbled, making a crisp sound of wheels running over stone slabs.
Wang Lun sat back in the carriage, with the residual smell of alcohol in his nose, closing his eyes to relax.
He was already looking forward to the oiran's body in his heart, but gradually, he noticed something strange.
It's so quiet.
Although it was late at night, the carriage was not traveling through busy streets, and most people had gone to bed.
But... it's still too quiet.
He opened his small eyes and raised his hand to lift the trembling car curtain. Outside was the street shrouded in moonlight, and the bluestone road seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze.
The buildings on both sides were dark, the doors were closed, and an indescribable sense of danger lingered in my heart.
This is Pojiu Wufu's intuition.
Wang Lun subconsciously grabbed the bottom of the car's interior mat with his left hand and held the handle of the knife.
Immediately, the horse suddenly neighed uneasily and stopped. Even if the driver cracked his whip, the beast did not move, but stamped its hooves uneasily.
The horseshoe hit the stone slab with a dull sound.
"Master, there seems to be something wrong." The boy driving the car also noticed something strange.
Nonsense... Wang Lun wanted to curse, but held back.
Because he clearly saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness at the end of the street.
The other person was of medium build, wearing the most common short shirt and a bamboo hat, covering most of his face.
There was no weapon in his hand, and he was just walking slowly, but Wang Lun felt a sense of danger.
Without hesitation, the warrior squatted up and suddenly rushed out. The sword in his left hand was unsheathed, and a snowy light was drawn under the moonlight.
The carriage sank suddenly, and the horse pulling the carriage was so frightened by the burst of warrior momentum behind him that its front legs weakened, and it fell to its knees with a whine.
The entire carriage also turned sideways, and the driver, who was an average martial artist, almost suffered a bloody head injury from the fall.
Wang Lun's legs landed on the ground, holding a saber in his hand, his pair of triangular eyes locked on the man in the hat, and said:
"Who are you?"
He was a little unsure of the other party's intentions because he didn't feel any killing intent.
However, what he doesn't know is that there are very few people in this world who are qualified to make this figure have "murderous intent".
"Are you Wang Lun?"
The man in the bamboo hat kept walking, walking out of the shadow of the building, revealing an unfamiliar face.
Wang Lun's heart tightened and he said, "Yes."
"That's right." The man in the hat said calmly.
Wang Lun's body was tense, but he was not panicked. With his realm and martial arts skills, he was confident that he could delay the attack for a while while sitting under the well.
As the divine capital city where masters gather, any battle between monks can quickly attract the attention of the government.
Moreover, not long after he left, the movement here was enough to attract the rest of the people in the house to rush over.
As for the realm of sitting in a well... He believed that he was not qualified to provoke big shots at that level.
"What's wrong? Stop pretending," Wang Lun said solemnly, in a bad tone:
"I asked you who you really are?"
Ji Ping'an looked at the other party, feeling the surging momentum coming from Powu Wufu. He pressed his belt with his left hand and a sachet slipped from the sleeve of his right arm.
He gently dropped the belt, and suddenly, the luxurious belt with dove egg-sized gems embedded in it suddenly enlarged.
There was a "dong" sound as it fell, surrounding the three people and the carriage in the center.
If viewed from above:
That is, in the middle of this quiet street, a circular wall was built to isolate the inside and outside.
Magic weapon? !
Wang Lun's expression suddenly changed, and at the same time, he heard screams of death coming from the direction of the house behind him.
And, there was a sharp and whistling sword sound like cracking silk.
"You don't deserve to know my name yet."
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ps: typos should be corrected first and then corrected
(End of chapter)
