There are jiaos in the world, although they are not as good as dragons, they can also make clouds and rain.
Gathering dragons will form thunder, and breathing out will form dark clouds.
"Huh, huh, huh!" The wind was blowing in the air, and the dust on the ground was blown into mist, filling the air. The dark clouds were moving and accumulating, and the dark night, which was already invisible, became darker and deeper.
"Boom!" A thick thunderbolt fell from the sky, piercing the sky and lighting up the night.
Chen Guhong was walking, floating, one step at a time, very slow but extremely fast. He holds the Kunwu sword in his left hand and holds it in front of his chest. His fingers are very white and snow-white. His right hand hangs down naturally and is hidden in the cuff.
The wide cuffs are billowing, the clothes are rattling, and the long black hair is flying. His expression was indifferent, as if there was no fluctuation in a dry well, he had just killed someone, and there was a faint smell of blood all over his body.
Under the light of the lightning, his face showed a bit of darkness, in this world, he looked like a god of death.
"Wow, boom!"
Raindrops fell, small at first, and soon became torrential rain. It landed on Chen Guhong's body, wet his clothes, and seeped into his skin.
Although Chen Guhong was drenched, the sky was filled with dust, making the sky pure again and the air extraordinarily fresh.
Summer rains come and go quickly.
Soon after the rain, the sky cleared, and the dark clouds in the sky cleared away, revealing the bright moon and the stars all over the sky. The starlight is swaying, and it is extremely charming.
And Chen Guhong also went outside the manor, stepped forward slowly, and gently knocked the copper knocker on the upper door.
"Bang bang bang!"
The crisp knock on the door startled the night.
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The concierge in the manor is called Lao Qi. The reason why Lao Qi is called Lao Qi is because he is the seventh and he is old, so he is called Lao Qi. He has been a porter at the estate for twenty-five years.
Although he is a small concierge, his master is also a big shot.
There are many people who fawn on the master, and he can get a lot of oil and water below. At the same time, he has also met many big men, Hongru, officials, and princes.
That night, Lao Qi was sleeping in the room, but was awakened by the thunderstorm just now.
"It's really disturbing people's dreams." Lao Qi muttered and turned over on the bed.
"Bang bang bang!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Damn it, it's so late. Which bastard is it?" Lao Qi felt even more angry, got up very unhappy, and made up his mind that if he was a beggar or a homeless man, he would be beaten severely.
"Squeak!"
Opening the door, Lao Qi was startled and suddenly lost his voice. I saw a scholar standing outside the door, his whole body was wet. Drops of water fell on the ground along his clothes and hair, and quickly wet a large area of marble under his feet.
The scholar didn't feel cold, nor did he feel uncomfortable, his expression was like marble, and he didn't seem to be moved at all, with the horizontal sword in his chest, he was extremely murderous.
"What's the matter, young master?" Lao Qi immediately weakened three points when he saw it, and bowed very politely.
"My name is Chen Guhong, and I'm looking for Wu Xiude." Chen Guhong said. As Chen Guhong spoke, the temperature in the air seemed to drop a little.
Lao Qi has a lot of knowledge, and immediately knew that the visitor was not good.
With a "grunt", he swallowed a mouthful of smear. Then he bowed and saluted and said: "My lord, please wait a moment, the younger one will report immediately." After finishing speaking, Lao Qi didn't even close the door, and immediately went to the backyard to find Wu Xiude.
"Master, sir."
Soon the master arrived outside Wu Xiude's bedroom, gently knocked on the door, and called twice.
In the house, Wu Xiude didn't sleep at all. After he got the information from Brother Kun, he immediately started to deal with Chen Guhong. Although the lights were turned off at this moment, he sat on the bed and meditated.
"What's the matter?" Wu Xiude asked with a slight frown, he was very irritable at the moment.
"Master, there is someone who calls himself Chen Guhong looking outside the door." Lao Qi heard the master's irritability, and lowered his voice even more. But he didn't know that his voice fell in Wu Xiude's ears, but it was no different from thunder, and the thunder was even louder.
"He actually found it?"
Wu Xiude clenched his fists, his fingers turned white from too much force, and his heart was extremely shaken.
"Huh!" Wu Xiude exhaled, barely suppressing the shock in his heart. Then he got up and lit the lamp, and said to Lao Qi outside the door: "Please come in and serve tea."
"Yes." Lao Qi replied and turned back.
"Those who come are not kind, and those who are kind don't come. There must be something wrong with Ah Kun." Wu Xiude was silent for a while, with a gloomy expression on his face. But then it disappeared like the wind, and said with a faint smile: "Fortunately, I have prepared a lot, and all he can want is my life."
After finishing speaking, Wu Xiude stood up, took the Confucian shirt, put it on, and walked out with his head held high.
Even if the enemy's army of millions is approaching the city, he is still a general who is sitting on a grand pass and has been prepared for a long time.
The momentum is majestic, valiant, and high-spirited. Wu Xiude came to the hall with strong steps. In the hall, the atmosphere was somewhat frozen.
There is a screen next to the wall in the north. In front of the screen is the master, and there are six seats on both sides.
Chen Guhong was kneeling and sitting on the first seat on the right, his wet clothes were still dripping, and the Kunwu sword was placed across his knees. On the table in front of him, there was a cup of hot tea, but he never took a sip.
There was a maid serving tea beside him, seeing Chen Guhong's expression was still, like a dead person, he was extremely nervous. Seeing Wu Xiude coming in, he quickly bowed and called, "Master."
"Go down." Wu Xiude said.
"Yes." The servant girl was even more delighted, and hurried down. Before leaving, he cast a glance at Chen Guhong, in fact, this person is quite attractive, if not for his dead face.
After Wu Xiude sent the maid away, he swaggered to the master's seat and knelt down, smiled, and asked as if in a common way: "Why, this tea doesn't suit your appetite?"
"I can't swallow it." Chen Guhong said lightly.
"Hey, things don't go well in the world. If you encounter some setbacks and don't even drink tea, how can you be considered a scholar?" Wu Xiude said with a smile.
"If I kill your son and rape your wife. Can you still drink tea?" Chen Guhong raised his head slightly, and also smiled.
The smile on Wu Xiude's face froze, he was silent for a while, and said, "Where is Ah Kun? Did he betray me?"
"He's dead. It doesn't matter whether he betrayed you or not." Chen Guhong said lightly.
In fact, it is not difficult to guess that the famous scholar he has offended in his life is the person in front of him.
Wu Xiude's pupils contracted, and he smiled after a while, "Yes, since the man is dead, it doesn't matter whether he betrayed me or not."
"What do you want now? Kill me?" Immediately afterwards, Wu Xiude leaned forward slightly, and put on an expression of me being a fish, but his tone was very arrogant.
Feeling grateful for Qiu Kou's fierce words, Chen Guhong's stagnant heart also stirred up. But his face became more and more calm, and he asked with a smile: "What countermeasures are you preparing?"