The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 133 Tsing Yi goes on tour, the sword breaks five ([-] words for subscription)

There is a bamboo forest behind the Four Seasons Pavilion in the Wooden Courtyard.

Hidden in the bamboo forest, there is a clear spring surrounded by white stones. The pool is not big, but because there are springs at the bottom, it is cool all the year round.

In midsummer, when the climate is hot, Xu Xiurong would often come to sit by the spring.

At this moment, she was sitting quietly on a warm white stone in the sun, with a pair of white socks by her hand.

Two exquisite jade feet hang down by the pool, soaked in the spring water, and the clear water flows between the white fingers.

A goldfish's tail approached and touched it carefully, but the female prisoner didn't notice it, she just lowered her head and rubbed a pendant with her hands.

"Master!" Suddenly, a bluffing voice sounded.

Wearing a lotus-leaf skirt, with a baby-faced face and hair tied up in a scrunchie behind her head, the foodie girl suddenly sprang out, with her hands showing teeth and claws:

"I thought, you are here. Hey, you are looking at this pendant again."

Mu Yaoyao muttered: "It doesn't look very valuable, so is it a powerful magic weapon?"

She knew that her master had been wearing this pendant all the time, and it was not the first time she had seen it.

Xu Xiurong was startled by her, glared at her, put his fingers together, held the ancient jade pendant in his palm, and said lightly:

"What strange words, this is an item left by your ancestor."

"The relic of the master of the country?" 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's not strong, and it's already useless now."

She smiled nostalgicly and said:

"That was back then. When I was as old as you, I went out to practice in the rivers and lakes. The pendant presented by the national teacher. If you were in danger, you could use this to pray for the name of the national teacher, and he would come. The other prison lords There are also."

"That's it." Mu Yaoyao squatted beside her, suddenly realizing.

Then I heard Xu Xiurong continue to say:
"The national teacher traveled all over the world in the past, and it is said that he left a lot of this kind of pendant, but after his death, this magic weapon is useless and can only be kept as a memory. When you travel in the rivers and lakes in the future, if you meet someone Carry something like that for a little care."

Mu Yaoyao pouted her butt lazily, drawing circles on the spring water with her fingers:
"Jianghu... I'm too lazy to go."

Xu Xiurong glared at her: "You look so tired."

Most of the disciples of the major sects have a process of traveling around the rivers and lakes, this is the rule.

Mu Yaoyao had a playful smile, and made jokes for a while, then looked greedily at the clear and transparent spring water, took off her skirt, and plunged into it.

Water splashes everywhere.

Xu Xiurong raised his hand to block the splashing water droplets, glanced at the girl, and said with emotion:
"I'm growing up soon. It's just that there is no girl who looks elegant, so how can I get married in the future?"

Mu Yaoyao was very unconvinced, pouted and said:

"Master, you are so beautiful, you have never found a man."

Xu Xiurong spat:
"The vulgar language, this Marquis is wholeheartedly devoted to the Tao."

Not too high-sighted...

That's right, Master has seen someone like Master Guoshi who suppressed an era, so how can he still look up to others?

Mu Yaoyao murmured in her heart, and stopped hurting the old maid with words.

"It's so cool, master, you should go for a dip too." The foodie girl splashed happily in the water, heartless.

Xu Xiurong couldn't resist, put the pendant on his neck, then removed his dress, and the white and greasy beauty slipped into the spring water.

Mu Yaoyao came over, looked enviously at the pendant on the latter's chest, and said:
"Master, you are so big."

Xu Xiurong raised his hand to shave off his scalp, his cheeks flushed suddenly:
"Wait for the exam to teach you your homework."

……

……

Qinglian Xiaozhu.

The bright sun pierces through the branches and leaves of the peach trees, mottled and scattered.

Sitting on the rattan chair, Ji Ping'an reached out to take out the brocade bag, untied the rope, and poured out a white jade roulette, only to see a light spot on it flickering like breathing, causing cascading ripples.

"Huh." He was a little surprised, "Is there a son of an old man in Shendu City?"

This white jade roulette is a magic weapon that connects many scattered items such as jade pendants, pendants, and jade plaques.

As the saying goes, the debt of favor is the hardest to repay, regardless of the life of Li Yang who was unprepared.

During Shan Guoshi's life, no matter he fought with the God Emperor to conquer the world in the early stage, or later, he traveled all over the world after setting the world apart.

It is inevitable to meet some people and bear some kindness.

Therefore, there are jade pendants scattered all over the place, some of which have been repaid, and have been taken back.

Some don't.

At his peak, he relied on this white jade roulette, combined with the "Da Yan Tian Ji Jue", to sense the direction of Kyushu.

But after rebirth, only he who was at the peak of nourishing qi could no longer drive this magic weapon, even if someone called it, even if it was far away, it would not be able to receive it at all.

With a reaction this time, it can only show that the caller holding the jade pendant is in the capital of God, and is close enough to him.

"Are you from the Jianghu?" Ji Ping'an thought about the recent influx of outsiders from various prefectures to the capital of God, and realized something.

With a plan in mind, he carried the roulette in his arms without wearing a belt, went back to the house and changed into an ordinary long gown, and took off the bamboo hat from the wall.

When returning to the courtyard, he caught a glimpse of the talisman papers placed on the chessboard, thought for a while, and replied:
【Music 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, and he still hated himself for not replying immediately.

……

……

With the arrival of summer, the big trees in the city are also flourishing.

After changing his appearance, Ji Pingan wore a bamboo hat and walked through the crowd, and occasionally he could hear the voices of the surrounding people discussing the awards.

He walked for a while according to the direction pointed out by the white jade roulette, and finally locked on to an inn, but he didn't rush to it.

Instead, they found a restaurant nearby that had a slightly quieter business.

The clerk in the store saw the customer coming, put the soap towel on his shoulder, and said with a smile:

"There is still an appointment for guests to eat."

Ji Pingan said:
"Yajian. Ask your shopkeeper to come over, and say that the family is looking for him."

The clerk was taken aback, and looked at him with some doubts. Unsure of the situation, he immediately led Ji Pingan to a cubicle on the second floor.

Not long after, the mediocre-looking shopkeeper of the restaurant knocked on the door, looked up and down at the unexpected guest, and said hesitantly:
"you are……"

Ji Pingan put down the teacup, reported an address, and said lightly:

"Ask Han Bachi to investigate clearly, and come to see me at this time tomorrow."

……

"This subordinate has seen the sword bearer."

The next day, when Han Bachi hurried into the cubicle and verified his identity, the thin old man bowed deeply.

"Sit down." A cold voice.

Only then did Han Bachi raise his head, looking at the profile of the young man at the table with respect in his eyes.

Walking to the opposite side carefully, half of the stool was touched by the buttocks.

Ji Pingan put down the teacup, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said:
"How much did you earn this time?"

Han Bachi put on a smile, stretched out his five fingers, and said:

"It will take some days for the gambling house to cash in, but if the adults want it, this subordinate will..."

Ji Pingan said, "Keep it for yourself."

Before the big award, he sent a message to Shendu Yinguan, probably some predictions about the winning rate of Contra Wu, including him and others.

The purpose is not to make money, but to do it casually, to give some benefits to the dark net gang.

The combination of kindness and power is the core of the superior's control.

Han Bachi's adoptive son was beheaded last time, and this time, giving some benefits will make these people willing to do things for him.

Han Bachi hurriedly wanted to decline, but saw the young man in the bamboo hat already said:
"How about the matter that asked you to investigate?"

The old hermit official looked straight, took out a booklet from his sleeve, and replied:
"The subordinates have already sent someone to screen the residents of that inn, and the list is briefly recorded as follows, but the time is too hasty to fully find out. Only part of the information was retrieved from the file library, and some of them Recent whereabouts have been investigated."

Ji Pingan glanced at the names on the paper, one by one, and finally locked on the Xiang brothers and sisters, and said:

"These two, what's going on?"

Han Bachi thought about it and said:

"These two people should be from Xiangjiabao, Guang'an Mansion, Lanzhou."

The Xiang family... Ji Ping'an's eyes showed a flash of reminiscence, remembering an old event.

In the past, when he led the army with the Emperor of God and passed through Guang'an Mansion, he had received the help of the local Xiang Family Fortress.

Later, when he was traveling around the rivers and lakes, he passed through Guang'an Mansion and left a jade pendant for the castle owner at that time.

In the past many years, the old castle owner had long since died.

So, this is posterity?

Han Bachi continued:

"The owner of the Xiangjiabao died in a river and lake battle about three or four years ago. The Xiangjiabao lineage was scattered and many people were killed and injured. The murderer was Wang Lun, the owner of Juxian Village. Forget it, it’s these two brothers and sisters, and with them is an old servant named Xiang Hong, who is a close friend of the previous castle master.”

Ji Pingan frowned: "Juxianzhuang?"

Han Bachi explained:

"This is a gang in the rivers and lakes of Zhongzhou. It intervenes in part of the water transportation. It has some background with the local government. Fierce, 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 continuously shifted its business to Lanzhou and attacked Xiangjiabao, which is also related to the expansion of power."

Lanzhou is south of Zhongzhou, where the Jiangnan water town is located, and its prosperity is not inferior to the capital of God.

In terms of water depth, it is even worse.

Like the neighboring Yuezhou, it is a place where people from the rivers and lakes gather.

Han Bachi continued:
"This time, the owner of Juxian Villa also came to Shendu to observe the great rewards, but the more important purpose is to deal with the court officials. According to the reports of his subordinate gangs, the old servant of the Xiang family has been secretly following Juxian Village these days. People, suspected of revenge..."

Listening to the other party's report, Ji Pingan gradually understood in his heart:

The owner of Juxian Village, Wang Lun, slaughtered Xiangjiabao, a local snake, in order to expand his power a few years ago. The surviving children of the owner of the castle came to Shendu to prepare for revenge.

He had seen too many stories like this in his past life.

And choose to do it in Shendu, probably because the local Juxianzhuang is the weakest?
It's not important, but with the strength of the master and servant of the Xiang family in the information, it is as difficult as heaven to get revenge.

So, praying is for this?
Presumably, the descendants of the Xiang family had already tried to pray for the jade pendant when the family was destroyed, but he had been reborn at that time, so naturally he could not receive it.

With many clues and the jade pendant he bestowed as a "medium", Ji Pingan immediately started divination to confirm his guess.

This is the convenience of the star official route.

As long as the pre-information is clear enough, he can confirm the authenticity of the guess through divination without even asking in person.

And the result was not expected, the guess was true.

Han Bachi watched the sword-wielding man on the opposite side suddenly close his eyes, and waited patiently.

After a while, Ji Pingan opened his eyes and said calmly:
"The people who entered the capital in Juxian Village this time, are there any good ones?"

Han Bachi faintly guessed his thoughts and said:
"This time, about 30 people came to Juxian Village, all of whom are confidantes of the owner and deserve to die."

Ji Pingan nodded indifferently, and said in a flat tone:

"Then die."

Han Bachi said: "Tonight, Juxian Village will hold a banquet to eat and drink. After the banquet, it will be a good opportunity."

As a hidden official, how can the old man not pay attention to these gangster forces?

He has been sending people to watch him all the time, so he immediately gave out information.

Ji Pingan said, "Then tonight."

Han Bachi was a little confused:

"My lord, this place is at the foot of the imperial city after all. In order to prevent the imperial court from being aware of it, there are not many masters in the dark net stationed in the city. It is okay to deal with those cronies, but it may be difficult to kill a broken five masters. If you are in a hurry It will take time to call the killer over."

Ji Pingan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said:

"It's okay, I'll do it."

……

……

In the evening, the twilight glow shines through the windows of the inn, illuminating the furnishings in the house.

Xiang Xiaochuan sat at the round table and slowly wiped his saber with a piece of silk. The young man's facial features were firm and resolute, with a trace of tragic death.

What he didn't tell his younger sister was that he had very little chance of succeeding in the assassination.

How could Wang Lun be a simple person in charge of a gang? Apart from force, he also has a deep mind.

If this kind of Jianghu people with countless enemies were really easy to be negligent, they would have died many times.

He chose to take action tonight, of course in order to increase the success rate, but he was also prepared to fail.

In other words, this is his real purpose:

If the revenge is successful, it will be enough to comfort the spirit of the relatives in heaven.

If the revenge fails, it coincides with the critical moment when the gods are rewarding each other, and the court is extremely sensitive to public security.

Those who died quietly were fine, but as long as their own death was louder.

It will inevitably attract the attention of the government. Although Juxian Village has collusion with the imperial court, as long as the disturbance is big enough...there are so many officials in the court, and it is heard that there are many political enemies of each other.

Perhaps, someone will pay attention and use this to attack political opponents.

At that time, gangsters like Juxianzhuang, who appear to be businessmen on the surface but are actually full of crimes, will peel off their skins if they are not dead.

It's just... There is 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 sharply polished blade, and the scar on his forehead was reflected on the blade... In his memory, the scene of Xiangjiabao being slaughtered surged into his heart, and he was so angry that he couldn't vomit.

The urge to cut everything off.

"Squeak." The door was pushed open, and the old servant who was missing a front tooth came in, changed into a new suit, with a short blade slung across his waist.

"Uncle Hong," Xiang Xiaochuan frowned, "You are..."

The inconspicuous old servant with a slightly hunched back smiled and said:
"In the past, my life was saved by the castle master. Now that the young master wants to take revenge, how can I shrink back? Don't worry, although my old Hong's bones are rotten, I still have the strength to lift a knife."

Xiang Xiaochuan shook his head and said:

"Uncle Hong, you have to stay and take care of my little sister. If the event is successful tonight, I will naturally flee back and leave with you. I also need you to be witnesses, if the government ignores this matter and colludes with the other party, you can take her away from the capital of God, wherever you want, don't think about revenge anymore."

"Master..." The old servant had a complex expression, and wanted to speak again, but saw the young man's attitude was firm.

I also understand that if I keep up, I can't help much.

It is more valuable to stay, and mourning appears on his face.

Xiang Xiaochuan smiled instead:

"Children of the rivers and lakes, life and death should have been taken lightly. It's a pity that I may not see the day when my little sister gets married."

The old servant was silent for a while, and said:

"Miss is in the bedroom."

The young man knew what he meant, but after all he shook his head and said:

"I won't see her anymore, just watch over her and don't let her run around."

Xiang Yiyi didn't know that he had the will to die, but only thought that he was going to take the risk to kill the enemy. Although he was worried and tried to stop him, he had been wandering the rivers and lakes for many years.

Not as weak as ordinary women.

It's just that if he knows the truth, he will definitely stop him desperately, or force him to be with him.

So... still missing.

Xiang Xiaochuan raised his head, glanced at the extinguished sunset outside the window, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to breathe and meditate, accumulating strength for the midnight action.

As expected, the banquet at Juxian Village will go on very late.

It would be even later when Wang Lun went to the brothel and exhausted all his energy on the woman.

He was going to act again late at night.The old servant sighed and closed the door for him.

Soon, the room darkened.

……

When night fell, a two-horse carriage arrived outside a certain courtyard in the city of God.

After all, Juxian Village is just a power in the rivers and lakes. In the local area, it can still deal with the yamen.

But there is too much difference in the capital of God. I want to clear up the relationship, but the officials in Beijing and China have such a status, how can they sit with a group of bandits.

Therefore, the banquet tonight is the housekeepers of some officials' houses, the agents of some businesses in the city, and the shopkeepers.

For this reason, Wang Lun threw a lot of money and held a banquet in this industrial house in Juxianzhuang.

The cooks from the big restaurants in the city were invited to cook here, and a group of dancers were pulled over in a carriage to add to the fun.

After nightfall, there was a burst of singing and dancing at the banquet. During the banquet, a group of Jianghu people pretended to be elegant, and kept toasting and chatting.

With a fair face and no beard, and a slightly rich figure, Wang Lun, who is dressed as a merchant, accompanied him.

After halfway through the banquet, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, got up and walked out of the room.

Close the door, stand under the pillars of the mansion, the lantern above the head casts a hazy light.

The smile on Wang Lun's face disappeared, and his eyes became cold.

A confidant who was guarding the door came and said curiously:

"Master, why did you come out? Could it be the end?"

Wang Lun snorted coldly and said:
"Come out to get some air, a group of dogs are nothing more than dogs for those officials, and they are all arrogant."

He is very dissatisfied.

As a Po Wuwufu, he has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and he is also a number one figure in the local area. The county magistrates in the city will sell him some face as the owner of Juxian Villa.

But when he came to Shendu, a group of domestic slaves wanted him to accompany them, and they were all greedy. If they didn't ask for help from others, they would have slaughtered them all.

The confidant smiled bitterly and said: "As the saying goes, the seventh-rank officials in front of the prime minister's gate, the prime minister and the officials in the capital can only be like this. As long as things are done, it will be worth it."

Wang Lun gave an "en" and said:

"Those dancers are all arranged."

The confidant smiled:
"Don't worry, the guest room has been cleaned by someone."

After the banquet, some of the guests will stay here. Of course, the dancers who are called will not only dance, but also sleep with them.

"On the side of the Golden Wind Tower, the oiran lady has also been booked. You can come over anytime, the owner."

When Wang Lun heard this, his anger subsided a little, and he said, "Tsk tsk:

"The women in the capital city of the Great Zhou Dynasty are different from those in Zhongzhou and Lanzhou. They all use their accents."

The confidant laughed:

"That's not true. Speaking of which, I heard that Master Xue is also in Shendu, but it's a pity that he can't move yet, otherwise I will tie you up and try something new."

Listening to the master of the snow... Wang Lun narrowed his small eyes, and a hint of lewdness flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips and snorted coldly:
"What about Xuelou? If it weren't for the legend that it has something to do with the Grand Master of Zhou, the local government has always been protecting it. I really thought it would still be able to get out of the mud in the rivers and lakes? But the Grand Master of Zhou has been dead all these years, and it's just a legend. , isn't that bitch unable to sit still now?
"Otherwise, why would you travel thousands of miles to join in the fun?

"After taking good care of the dogs in the house, clearing the way to the Beijing officials, and without the care of the officials, I think this Tingxuelou will be changed into a kiln within two years."

Tingxue Tower is also in Lanzhou, and it is closer to Qiantang and Jiangning Mansion.

Juxianzhuang has been infiltrating there for the past few years.

It would undoubtedly be a great thing if they could swallow Tingxuelou's influence and occupy the opponent's territory.

What's more, Tingxue is also in the top ten on the list of beauties in Jianghu Tianji Pavilion.

Wang Lun has been coveting for a long time.

Seeing the leader like this, his confidant hurriedly took out two booklets from his arms, and said like offering treasures:

"Brothers in the gang passed it on. I heard that the various industries in Xuelou have already been found out, and some people have already instigated rebellion. This is the list. This is the account for Huang Langzhong of the Ministry of Punishment. A lot of money was spent."

"Oh?" Wang Lun took it and flipped through it, and said with satisfaction:
"well done."

The former is a force that is constantly encroaching, while the latter is the backer behind Juxianzhuang and is also the target of management.

The confidant laughed again:
"Master, I heard that the big beauty of Xuezhu can't move, but it shouldn't be a big problem to tie a little beauty or something. Do you want to..."

Wang Lun was a little moved, but his reason finally suppressed his instinct, shook his head and said:

"Don't create extravagances."

Recently, the big prizes are in full swing, Jingzhao Mansion patrols are walking on the street twice, and the captain of the Zhenfu Division is running around with a knife. He doesn't want to cause trouble for nothing at this time.

After talking for a while, Wang Lun returned to the room and paid for another drink.

When it was late at night, the music finally ended, some people left the house drunk, got into the car and left, and some embraced their fancy dancers and went to the guest room.

Wang Lun was also reeking of alcohol, stepped out of the house, stepped into the carriage, and his slightly affluent body fell heavily on the cushion.

Wang Lun's qi sank to his dantian, and he ran his qi machine to walk around the meridians all over his body, and the smell of alcohol came out from his nasal cavity and pores all over his body.

The whole person also woke up.

After many years of wandering around the rivers and lakes, he is the most taboo to get drunk, so he specially learned this martial art for this purpose, in case he is too late to react when he is attacked by the enemy.

"Let's go." Wang Lun pressed his eyebrows slightly tiredly and said.

The coachman brandished his whip, and the carriage rattled along the Shenducheng Avenue under the night, heading towards the agreed brothel.

……

On the west side of Chang'an Avenue, a certain street.

When night fell, the pedestrians gradually thinned out, and the shops facing the street became deserted. Some of them had already started to close, and some were still open.

Vendors on street corners greeted occasional passers-by listlessly.

"Grandfather, why don't we go back to Dashiqiao?"

The little girl squatted next to the cash box, silently counting the copper coins inside, and said with some melancholy: "The business here is not very good."

The old man next to him sat on the saddle, sighed when he heard the words, looked at the snacks in the drawer distressedly, and felt a little moved.

But when he saw his granddaughter, he shook his head and said:

"It's okay. If the business is not good, it's better to do it longer than to run into trouble."

The grandparents and grandsons had successively encountered murder cases before, as well as strange things like ghosts, which really gave birth to psychological shadows.

Although the old man wanted to make money, his life experience told him that instead of making less money, he should not do those dangerous things.

It's fine if I lose my old bones, but my granddaughter can't afford it.

"Oh." The little girl was a little disappointed. At this moment, her ears moved suddenly, she turned her head to look at the end of the street, and said suddenly:

"Grandfather, it seems that someone is coming."

Are there any guests?

The old man was shocked, turned his head to look, and then his face changed.

In the dark night, at the end of the long street, there was a rustling sound first, which was the messy and careful footsteps.

Then, a warrior wearing a Tsing Yi bunt, a face scarf, a short knife in his hand, and a red cloth wrapped around his arm stepped out.

Behind him, the second, third, fourth...

Everyone is dressed the same:

Tsing Yi short shirt, black cloth mask, holding a stick, murderous.

It was densely packed, and if you look at it suddenly, there are at least hundreds of people.

"It's the Tsing Yi Gang!"

The old man was startled, he was at the bottom, how could he not recognize that this group of people were gang thugs in Shendu City?
If we talk about officials, soldiers, and practitioners, they are the white side of this great city.

Those underground gangs that pervade the people at the bottom are the dark side.

At this moment, three thousand Tsing Yi brothers were on patrol, like a black tide, rushing along the street.

The store owners along the street changed their expressions, and quickly closed their shop doors without saying a word, for fear of offending these murderous gods.

Those street vendors also ran around in panic, and the carts dropped all over the ground, but they didn't dare to pick them up.

The old man's face changed, he didn't even care about pushing the cart, he picked up his granddaughter and ran away, finally he was greeted by a familiar shop owner, and hid in the other's shop sullenly.

"boom!"

When the door of the wooden house was closed, several people hurriedly moved tables, chairs and benches to block the door.

Daqi hid in the door without daring to breathe, and looked out through the crack of the door.

The little girl also came over, her eyes widened, and she saw that the crowds of people along the streets dispersed in an instant, and the doors of every house were closed and the lights were blown.

And the tide-like gang, silently and mightily, spread across the street, rushing towards a mansion ahead.

"Grandfather, where are they going?" the little girl asked in a low voice.

The old man covered her mouth, confirmed that the people outside had passed, and then said with a pale face:

"Who knows, this is to kill people."

In my heart, suddenly jumped out: "Gang fire merge" four words.

Secretly complaining, it is clear that I have changed several places in a row, why did I still encounter this kind of thing?
……

The surging crowd rushed across the street and finally stopped at a street corner.

The leader of the gang's new red stick beater looked at the old man walking out of the darkness, cupped his hands and said:

"Eighth Lord."

Han Bachi's face emerged from the darkness, but the thin old man revealed an indescribable majesty and killing intent.

"arranged?"

"According to your instructions, no one from the government will come to this block before midnight. Guards have been arranged for all the main roads."

"There's enough time, remember, no one from Juxian Village will be left behind. The rest of them will not be moved."

"Yes!"

"Let's go." Han Bachi took out his face scarf and covered his face.

Although the owner of Juxian Village has left, there are still a few stubborn problems left. To be on the safe side, he will do it himself.

Immediately, this group of people flocked towards the mansion, and instantly blocked the front and rear doors of it. Han Bachi took the lead and raised his hand to press on the door.

"Snapped!"

A gust of energy spewed out, the peg broke, and the door opened.

"kill!"

Not long after, there were loud exclamations, curses, and screams from women in the mansion.

……

……

On a certain street, the carriage rattled, making the crisp sound of wheels rolling over stone slabs.

Wang Lun sat leaning in the carriage, with the residual alcohol smell in his nostrils, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

In his heart, he was already looking forward to the body of the lady Hua Kui, but gradually, he noticed something strange.

Too quiet.

Although it was late at night, the carriage was not going through a bustling alley, and most of the people had already fallen asleep.

But...it was still too quiet.

He opened his small eyes, raised his hand and opened the trembling car curtain, outside was the street shrouded in moonlight, and the bluestone road seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle.

The buildings on both sides were pitch black, the doors were closed tightly, and an indescribable sense of danger lingered in my heart.

This is Po Jiuwufu's intuition.

Subconsciously, Wang Lun grabbed the handle of the knife with his left hand under the cushion in the carriage.

Immediately, the horses neighed uncomfortably and stopped, allowing the driver to whip the whip, but the animal didn't move, it just stomped its hooves uneasily.

The horseshoe hit the stone slab, making a dull sound.

"Master, there seems to be something wrong." The young man 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 party was of medium build, wearing the most common blouse and a bamboo hat, covering most of his face.

Without a weapon in his hand, he just walked slowly, but it gave Wang Lun a sense of danger.

Without hesitation, the martial artist squatted up and jumped out suddenly. The saber in his left hand was unsheathed, and a snowy awn was drawn under the moonlight.

The carriage sank suddenly, and the poor horse pulling the cart was so frightened by the explosive martial arts behind it that its front legs went limp, and it groaned and fell to its knees.

The entire carriage also overturned on its side, and the coachman with average martial arts almost fell to his head and bleeds.

Wang Lun landed on his legs, holding a saber in his hand, locked on the man in the bamboo hat with a pair of triangular eyes, and said:
"Who is Your Excellency?"

He was a little uncertain about the other party's intention, because he didn't feel the killing intent.

However, what he didn't know was that there were very few people in this world who were qualified to make this figure produce "killing intent".

"You are Wang Lun?"

The man in the bamboo hat kept walking, walking out from 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 bamboo hat said flatly.

Wang Lun's body tensed up, but he didn't panic. With his realm and martial skills, he was confident that he could delay for a while even sitting in a well.

As the city of God where masters gather, any fight between monks can quickly attract the attention of the government.

Besides, he had only left for a while, and the movement here was enough to attract the rest of the house to rush over.

As for the realm of sitting in a well... He thinks that he is not qualified to provoke big shots at that level.

"What's wrong? Stop playing tricks," Wang Lun said in a deep voice, with a bad tone:
"I ask who are you?"

Ji Pingan inspected the other party, feeling the surging aura originating from Po Wuwufu, holding the belt with his left hand, a sachet slipped from the sleeve of his right arm.

He tossed the belt lightly, and suddenly, the luxurious belt inlaid with gemstones the size of pigeon eggs suddenly enlarged.

It fell with a "boom", surrounding the three of them together with the carriage in the center.

If viewed from above:
That is, the center of this quiet street is surrounded by a circular city wall, isolating the inside and outside.

magic weapon? !
Wang Lun's expression changed suddenly. At the same time, he heard the screams and wailing coming from the direction of the house behind him.

And, a piercing, sharp whistling sword cry.

"You don't deserve to know my name."

……

ps: The typo is changed first and then changed

(End of this chapter)