Chapter 75

Jiaofang department, Yingmei Pavilion.

Xu Qian is sitting lazily on the floor of Jintan, and the watchman's errand clothes are hanging on the back of his chair.

In the spacious room, six prostitutes are dancing. Under the light gauze skirt, the slender waist swings.

Behind Xu Qian's back, a servant girl is rubbing her shoulder, and his leg is in the arms of another servant girl, so she can pinch her leg.

Lady Huakui was dressed in a gorgeous and complicated dress, with her head hanging slightly, and she played the piano attentively.

Occasionally, I look up at Xu Qi'an who is not thinking of Shu.

After burning incense, the music of the zither dissipated. The prostitutes left the room, rose up, cleaned their hands in the copper basin, and said, "young master Yang is a watchman."

"Did it disappoint you?" Xu Qi'an bowed his head to play with his fingers and casually replied.

the reason why she likes to sit on the couch for free is that she likes to sit on the couch with her hands close to her chest, but not with her smile.

"How can Lu know the content of my chat with number nine? Fragment 3 is blocked, so it can't receive messages from other fragment holders, but can other fragment holders see it? This local book is an ancient version of QQ group, but it doesn't work... "

" I knew that after blood recognized the Lord, I would add friends one by one... I was a little scared at that time, and I just wanted to put this hot potato away... "

" heaven and Earth Society and dizong seem to have a relationship... Sects split? "

Xu Qian's train of thought was interrupted. He frowned, looked at his eyes, sat on his waist, twisted his hips, his beautiful face was full of spring, implicitly teasing his Huakui.

She has a pair of lovely peach blossom eyes.

"If you move around again, the soft seat will become a socket." Xu Qian is not happy.

A few minutes later, the servant girls in the outer room heard the "creak" voice of Jin Tan, and the intermittent breathing of their own mother.

"Oh, it's just beginning in broad daylight."

"Let's go first. It's supposed to be dusk."

...

GUI Yue Lou, the house of Phoenix and Phoenix.

A man in a black suit, leaning on a knife with one hand, sat upright at a round table.

The man in black had a two finger scar on his cheek, triangular eyes, and sometimes fierce light flashed through his light brown pupils.

It gives people the feeling of a rebellious maniac. It seems that if you don't agree with each other, you will pull out a knife to cut people. It's very fierce.

He is a death row prisoner in the watchman's Yamen. His name is the one outlined by the saint today, and his execution date will be after next autumn.

Today, he was suddenly brought up by a golden gong from the death row. The golden gong told him that he only needed to complete a task successfully, and then he could be released to the rivers and lakes, and find someone to replace him as a prisoner of death.

The word has a high credibility. The list drawn by the emperor usually means that there is no doubt that he will die and that he will not be pardoned. To find someone to replace is the right operation.

This kind of transaction of "redeeming the merit" is common in the watchman's Yamen. Before he was caught, he had heard from the senior people in the river and lake.

His task is simple. He just needs to make a deal.

But the man in black knew that there must be great danger hidden in it. Otherwise, such a simple transaction, why find a death row?

There are two reasons for a man in black to accept this task: first, it's better to have a chance than to die. 2、 This is the Guiyue building in the inner city, one of the most prosperous areas.

Nobody dares to make trouble in such a place.

At this time, he heard "Dudu" coming from the door of Yajian.

"The door is unlocked. Come in!" The man in black responded in a low voice.

The door of Yajian was pushed open, and a man dressed as a quack walked in. He was dressed in a gray robe, half of his face was hidden in his hood, and the lower half of his face was exposed. There was a shallow green beard on his chin, just shaved.

Both sides are looking at each other with vigilance.

Oh, I can't get into the inner city with this dress. It's probably because I got into the Guiyue building. There may be weapons hidden in my robe. The man in black thought with half disdain and half vigilance. He heard the cloaked swordsman and asked in a hoarse voice:

"where's the thing?"

The man in black gazed at him calmly and said, "I seem to have said that I spent five hundred taels of gold on this mirror."

What kind of mirror needs five hundred taels of gold... He added in his heart.

The cloaker let out a "hum", reached into his arms with one hand, and took out a stack of banknotes. The face value of the first banknote was one hundred Liang.

Although we know that these banknotes will be handed in in the end, the money and silk are moving people's hearts. The uncontrolled eyes of the man in black shine, and his eyes stick to the thick pile of banknotes.

"Mirror!" The cloaker put the silver ticket on the table and said in a hoarse voice.

The man in black put the mirror on the table, which he had looked at carefully and didn't see anything strange.

The cloaker raised his head slightly and showed a pair of sharp eyes. He gazed at the mirror on the table for a moment"Good. The deal is done. It's out of this door. We've never seen it before."

He picked up the mirror, and the prisoner in black put his hand to the bank note.

All of a sudden, the prisoner in black saw the Cape on the left side of the quack. It's not good! His pupils contracted violently as if exposed to strong light. Without thinking about it, he sat and rolled to his side to avoid possible attack.

The task is really not so simple... Fortunately, I've been on guard all the time... This is a master. I don't know how to deal with him. I just break the window and go out. I don't believe that he dares to kill people in the downtown area of the inner city... The thought of death row in black flashed through his mind.

At this time, he saw a figure sitting in his original position, dressed in a strong black suit, with a knife in his hands, his neck flattened by a sharp blade, and the big scar on the bowl mouth was spraying blood.

Huh?

A series of question marks appeared in the heart of the prisoner in black, and then his consciousness fell into the endless darkness.

The cloaked swordsman takes the silver note back in his arms, smiles and turns to walk out of Yajian.

...

when the cloakers leave guiyuelou, they ride on their fast horses, keep their speed, leave the inner city and the outer city, and then speed up on the official road, with a trail of dust rising from their hooves.

He ran wildly for more than an hour. In front of him appeared a tea shed with three old tables.

The tea seller is a gray haired old man. At the moment, there are no guests. The old man is sitting at the table drinking tea himself.

The cloaker reined in the horse, and the steed hissed and raised its front hooves to stop at high speed.

The cloaker tied the bridle to the stake by the side of the road, looked left and right, and went to the teahouse.

He took out the small jade mirror and offered it with respectful hands: "I'm glad I didn't disobey my orders."

The gray haired old man took the jade mirror and said in a low voice, "you have brought back an enemy."

The cloaker was stunned, and when he had time to respond in the future, he saw the old man wave his hand and beat him away.

Bang!

The man with the cloak flew upside down just collided with a sharp air engine and exploded into a corpse on the spot.

Blood splashed like ink.

The old man squinted and looked to the end of the official road. A tall and straight figure came slowly.

When he appeared, he was still at the far end. After a few breath, he was less than 100 meters away from the old man.

"Yang Yan, you are a dog raised by Wei Qingyi." The old man hummed coldly: "don't mind your own business."

Yang Yan face paralysis expressionless: "partial to tube."

The old man flew into a rage. He said that if he lost control, he would lose control. He said in a fierce voice, "don't blame me for being rude."

Inspired by his simple robes, wisps of black smoke overflowed from his body and danced in the air, making a shrill cry.

Yang Yan frowned: "what dizong cultivates is merit and virtue. When will these ghost tricks happen?"

The old man's face was full of cobweb like black blood vessels, his pupils were scarlet, and he was full of evil spirit: "Hey, I'll send you to ask detianzun."

There was a shrill sound in his mouth, and the black smoke all over the sky, whistling and rushing at Yang Yan.

Yang Yan's face is expressionless, and his left and right hands fight each other.

Bang!

With him as the center, the violent air engine turns into ripples, spreads, rolls up grass and dust along the way, and finally bumps into a layer of black film.

The sky was black and shiny, showing a moist, thin and slippery array, just like a glass bowl.

"It's easy for me to come in, but it's hard for me to go out. Even if you are a four grade Wufu, you have to live and die here. " The old man's voice is hoarse, like a devil from hell.

In mid air, the black smoke scattered by Yang Yan's air machine reunited again.

Yang Yan frowned. This array is totally different from that of Si Tianjian.

Si Tianjian's array can exist for a long time by the power of heaven and earth. Daomen's array is arranged by manpower, which can't last long.

This hundred ghost array is very tricky.

In the major practice systems, daomen is the leader in the field of Yuanshen. In ancient times, it was also called ghost errand. At night, it attracted people's soul and dominated the life and death of ordinary people.

This hundred ghost array is a similar method.

Although Wufu also sharpens Yuanshen, it only adds defense to make Yuanshen tough and lacks attack means in related fields.

"I heard that daomen's eight products are called Shiqi, which can drive magic weapons and summon Tianlei. Don't let me experience them?" Yang Yan's face was expressionless and his tone was contemptuous.

"Here we go!" The old man was enraged again, and two blood lights came out of his sleeve, just like blood lightning.

Yang Yan did not hide, let two bloody lightning attack.

Ding Ding!

Two bloody flashes just split their clothes and then flew out.

Copper and iron!

"Why not fight back." The old man said angrily, his face covered with cobweb like black blood vessels was extremely ferocious.

"I'm waiting for my gun." Yang Yan light way: "it came."

Voice down, the sky a bright silver meteor across the sky.The moist and thin gas hood is broken, and the black smoke "hiss" evaporates where the meteor passes.

"If you can't break the battle inside, break it from the outside." Yang Yan reached out to hold the gun, a silver gun.

With this sentence, his figure suddenly disappeared, as if with a long gun, with irresistible momentum, stabbing at the old man.

In the old man's bloody pupil, the silver flash was irresistible, irresistible. It was the meaning of a gun that could not be polished in a hundred battles.

Four grades of Wufu's gun intention.

"No!" The old man opened his mouth and spat out a golden elixir flashing with blood and black light. He bumped into the long gun.

The golden elixir turns into powder in the meaning of the gun, and the old man's body is twisted into foam in the meaning of the gun. The silver light bursts out hundreds of feet and penetrates a hill.

The old man's figure condenses in the mid air, half unreal and half real. He looks at Yang Yan bitterly and turns into a smoke shield to the distance.

Yang Yan stooped to pick up the jade mirror, carrying the silver gun, turned and returned to the capital.

...

the black smoke escaped hundreds of miles, passed by a village and stopped.

The old man's face loomed in the black smoke, staring at the village below.

Yin God can't live in the daytime for a long time. Without his body, his strength is greatly reduced. Unable to cope with the crisis that may be encountered in the future.

The old man planned to give up a body, devour the souls of the villagers and nourish himself.

With a plan, the smoke curled into the village.

The village, which was vivid at the first moment, will be broken like water waves at the next moment. An air hood with five colors of merit will rise to trap the black smoke.

In the middle of the array, the old Taoist, wearing a ragged Taoist robe and profound facial features, sat cross legged.

...

in the morning, Xu Qi'an arrived at the watchman's Yamen on time.

Waiting for the follow-up of the event of "Dishu".

If he doesn't know the result, he always feels insecure.

Near noon, the official in black found him in the side hall next to Chunfeng hall, and said respectfully, "Lord Xu, Duke Wei calls."

Finally... Xu Qi'an nodded slightly: "good!"

PS: this chapter has a lot of words, so it was updated later. It was supposed to be updated after seven.