Du Banxian babbled and babbled for a long time, and finally a village cadre came to hear the news, and his eyebrows were cold.
"The firstborn is so big, it turned out to be hollow!" The village cadre picked up a pole and beat him like a city management picket, "Get out, get out, get out!"
Du Banxian was in pain, so he ran away happily, half jumping and half jumping.
Qing Qiao looked at his receding back, felt a sense of loss in her heart, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while.
"Do you want to know how he went crazy?"
Lu Zizheng pulled her hand to his chest, fiddled with it casually, his eyes were crystal clear, like dewdrops on lotus leaves in summer.
Qing Qiao shook her head, seeing that the face of the person opposite her was not right, she quickly nodded again
.
"... When you threw chopsticks at him, he glanced at me."
He grinned the corners of his mouth gracefully, and his eyes were full of anger: "He probably doesn't know that there is something called instigmatism in this world."
Hypnotized! This word flashed across Qing Qiao's mind for the first time.
After thinking about it for a moment, she stopped praising: "... Jack, this is really amazing!"
Lu Zizheng was not very satisfied, and turned her face abruptly to face him: "Amazing? If you really think it's amazing, why don't you dare to look me in the eye?"
He pressed his forehead up, his face was clean and delicate, and he exhaled like blue: "... Tell me, are you afraid? The way you look at me, isn't it charming?"
Qing Qiao looked back at him helplessly, only to see that Tao Hua's eyes were full of mist, and the sun was shining brightly, with boundless beauty.
Such a charming scene, but she just remembered the classic lines of Ouyang Feng, the invincible sausage-mouthed electric-eyed handsome boy in the universe-"Look at my eyes, is sex sexy? Is it cool? **No**?"
"—It's so charming!" She wanted to laugh, but quickly held back, nodding desperately like a chicken pecking at rice, "Charming, charming, super charming!"
"What kind of charm?" Lu Zizheng raised her chin, looking bright and interested.
"—the left eye says 'charm', and the right eye says 'confusion', so it's very charming!" Her jaw hurt from being pinched, and she had to show a painful expression that Miss I had been constipated for seven days.
Lu Zizheng burst out laughing, and pulled her into his arms.
"How long will it take before you are willing to leave Xiling?" He put his chin against her hair and took a light breath.
The soft and faint girly fragrance is not slow or urgent, and it is exceptionally beautiful.
"Well, I don't know, at least we need to solve the murder case in Hunshuizhuang first!" Qing Qiao froze, not daring to move, she lowered her head and muttered.
"Oh? Then do you want to know who killed your senior brother and sister?" He snorted, and a smile rose from his throat.
"—Don't you know
! "She broke free all of a sudden, her eyes were like copper bells, and she tightly grasped his skirt.
He didn't answer, but gave her a sideways glance, which was meaningful.
"Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly!" Blood roared all over her body, and her whole body boiled, "Please, tell me quickly!"
"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times." Lu Zizheng wrapped her arms around her waist with a smile, "Brother Dangdang will take you to a good place, and Sister Bao is satisfied."
——————— Not only the belly is black but also the appearance is very black dividing line——————
Faint j□j, rakugo is deep.
In a certain chic courtyard, there are two dark shadows hiding in the rockery.
"What is this place?"
Qing Qiao couldn't help but speak. She was placed between two boulders by Lu Zizheng. The gap was narrow, and her limbs were twisted into a strange Tianjin marijuana flower shape.
"...a dark corner suitable for sneaking around." Lu Zizheng squatted aside, took the time to pat her on the head, and then hissed softly, "Don't talk, just listen."
There were faint footsteps in the distance.
Qing Qiao suddenly fell silent.
"So, the Danton Pavilion is empty?" The voice like a yellow warbler approached from a distance, and it was Nangong Wuhen, the jade girl of Shenlong Pavilion.
"Yes, Ruan Siqiong took away all the elite disciples of the faction last night, saying that he was going to the southern border to arrest the murderer."
A stranger answered respectfully, he should be a subordinate of Shenlong Pavilion.
"Hmph, no matter how good your martial arts are, what's the use if you don't have a good brain!"
When mentioning Ruan Siqiong, Yunv's tone lacked the admiration of the past, and was a bit bitter.
"No Hate!" A slightly gloomy male voice came j□j.
"Oh, Brother Shen!" Yu Nu's voice suddenly became soft as water, "How is it? What did Lord Yao Wang say? Did you ask the whereabouts of that thing?"
"... Song Qi refused to speak
. The male voice was dull and sounded a little unhappy, "He said that our efforts were wasted, and no one except Zhang Sifeng knew the whereabouts of that thing. "
"Hateful!" Accompanied by the sound of stomping his feet, Nangong Wuhen gritted his teeth, "That dead old man, we have killed three of his disciples in a row, and he is still hiding in the mountains to practice steadily, and he doesn't know how to come out to take revenge!"
Qing Qiao's body thumped violently.
"...Be safe and don't be impatient." The gloomy male voice sounded unhurriedly, as if he was extremely confident, "I have sent people to spread the word, 'The cult in Southern Xinjiang is officially challenging Xiling, trying to seize the Qingmu humanoid sword and dominate the martial arts world'. You and Wait, the rivers and lakes will soon set off a bloodbath, we just need to reap the benefits of the fisherman."
"Hee hee, Brother Shen, you're more thoughtful." Nangong Wuhen turned his anger into joy, and giggled, "Thanks to you patching the 'Nine Palace Marks' on the corpse that day, people thought it was that arrogant cult. Do it right."
"Hmph!" The man sneered, his words smug, "Do you think Ruan Siqiong is a fool? He would have believed it so simple? If it wasn't for the fact that I always use the unique kung fu of the cult when I kill people, and I was deliberately killed When Song Qi, who was on watch, saw it, do you think Ruan Siqiong would really believe it?"
"Oh, after all, I can only blame Lu Sikong's bad luck." Nangong Wuhen's voice sounded again, with a bit of regret, "Who told him that he likes to leave marks after killing people? Alas, it's such a beautiful thing A man will die unjustly because of his arrogance."
"You!" "Brother Shen" became a little annoyed.
"Mo Qi, Mo Qi, no matter how much you like beautiful men, Wu Hen is still the most loyal to Brother Shen!" Nangong Wu Hen seemed to be afraid, and hurriedly comforted him, "Since Shenlong Pavilion and Yaowanggu got engaged, how often have I not listened to you? You want me to get close to Ruan Siqiong, and you want me to seduce Lu Sikong, didn't I agree to all of them?"
"Hmph!" "Brother Shen" snorted again, but his tone was much softer.
Then there was the sound of coquettishness and tugging, which finally turned into the sound of giggling footsteps, and gradually faded away.
"...So, Nangong Wuhen and Shen You killed my senior brother and sister?"
After a long time, Qing Qiao jumped down from the boulder, looked at Lu Zizheng and spoke slowly.
Lu Zizheng smiled but said nothing, his peach blossom eyes sparkled in the night.
"They... still want to frame you?" She struggled to organize her words, a little hesitant, "Then the injury on your body...is..."
Lu Zizheng raised his eyebrows: "Except for your good uncle, there are not many people in the world who can hurt me like that.
. "
"—How did this happen? How did this happen?" Qing Qiao wailed and covered her forehead, "I... I represent the uncle, no, I represent the entire Xiling faction, and I want to say sorry to you!"
Lu Zizheng curled his lips, with disdain on his face: "If an apology is useful, why do you need a government office?"
Qing Qiao lightly punched him: "I'm serious! Please let my uncle and the Xiling faction go, they were also deceived by villains... My uncle believed in the beater named 'Lao Qi' too much." , there seems to be a deep friendship between them..."
"—Song Qi, a master of wonderful pens, is talented and intelligent. He can clearly record the moves on the painting just by reading it once. He has never missed it for more than 20 years." Lu Zizheng interrupted her, and smiled nonchalantly, "It's not just your uncle who believes in him. , everyone in Jianghu believes in him."
"Please, please spare them!" Qing Qiao's eyes were pleading, and her expression was full of pleading, "Please don't make enemies with the Xiling faction..."
Lu Zizheng glanced at her, tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and finally let out a sneer: "This time, it seems that I really begged me!"
Qing Qiao bit her lip, hesitated to speak.
"Okay, okay, I promise you it will be."
Lu Zizheng suddenly lost interest in teasing her, and glanced at her lightly: "But you have to remember, these must be paid back."
He stared out of thin air, and suddenly there was a sense of calm and prestige, Qing Qiao looked at her toes, silent and did not dare to answer.
After eavesdropping, Lu Zizheng led her out of the garden to the small gate in the courtyard wall.
"I can't send you off anymore." Under the moonlight, he frowned slightly, his face was pale, "My wound is open again, and I need to be healed by luck... You go straight along this road, turn left at the first intersection and you will see the main road , you can ask the neighbors, they should be able to return to Denton Court soon."
After speaking, he jumped over the green tile wall and disappeared immediately.
Qing Qiao was dumbfounded when she saw it - what is a dragon who sees the head but does not see the end? This is the most true portrayal
!
After being stunned for three seconds, she looked back and found herself in a very dark and weird alley, and couldn't help shivering.
"I'm quite nervous, so I'm not afraid..." She hummed a pop song and took a tentative step forward.
Footsteps on the ground, everything is safe.
So she puffed up her chest and began to inhale desperately until her chest was upgraded from an airport to Everest, and when she reached a height that could no longer be surpassed, she threw off her legs and ran forward.
— Uncle, wait for me! there is only one truth! I swear in the name of my grandfather, the murderer will definitely get the punishment he deserves!
Like all comic book protagonists fleeing for their lives, her two legs whirled and alternated rapidly, rolling like wheels.
However, after only running less than 50 meters, the girl Jin Tianyi died.
A big black man fell from the sky and blocked her firmly in the alley.
"You are so brave, you actually dare to break into the Shenlong Pavilion at night!" The black man swung a big knife and slashed at her, "Go to hell!"
"Wait a minute!" Qing Qiao screamed, covering her head with her hands and quickly jumped away, "Hero, spare me! The little one just came out to pour Ye Xiang!"
"Pour Yexiang?" The black man was taken aback for a moment, then raised his sword again, "Hmph! The jade girl ordered, do not hesitate to kill any living thing! You must die if you pour Yexiang!"
The cold light mixed with the harsh wind came head-on, Qing Qiao threw herself on the ground, and shouted loudly in a hurry: "Hero, before you die, let the little one leave a name!"
The wind of the knife stopped abruptly, the big man hesitated a little, and finally said condescendingly: "... well, I won't kill the unknown junior, you just report your name!"
"The little one's name is—" Qing Qiao lay trembling on the ground and took a deep breath, "Muhammad Ahmed Aghulyi Cincinnati Hangul Mayisa Mariam Batu R. Gena Ostrovsky Bezukhov Skmitto Aleksei Konstantinovich Hussein ** Turkmenistan Kyrgyzstan Maybach …”
"You're kidding me!" the black man roared violently, swung his big knife and threw it at her, "How can there be such a long name
! "
"Don't! Don't!" Qing Qiao rolled over while hiding, "You don't keep your word! The little one hasn't finished yet! There are 1,063 words left..."
With a bang, the sword fell straight towards her neck.
Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it cannot be avoided after all.
— Alas! God! I thought I was wise all my life, but now I actually died under the knife of a man with bad breath!
—The author of Killing a Thousand Swords, why are you torturing me so hard? I hate you!
Qing Qiao closed her eyes in despair, a teardrop slowly slipped from the corner of her eyes.
Slippery, slippery, slippery, the little teardrop worked hard to swim to the corner of the mouth, but the expected pain did not come for a long time.
After a long time, Lu Qingqiao finally opened his eyes trembling.
—The black man and his big knife are gone, and there is a smiling handsome man in blue standing beside him.
"Uncle Master!" She yelled, feeling that the world was more beautiful than ever before, and her whole body seemed to be so excited.
"Frightened?" Ruan Siqiong kept smiling, and stretched out his hand to pull her up, "Don't be afraid, the murderer has been caught."
She jumped up and took a look, only to realize that there were a group of Xiling disciples holding long swords standing behind Ruan Siqiong. And among them, Nangong Wuhen and Shen You, who were tied up by five flowers, stood impressively, as well as the black man just now!
"You..." Qing Qiao looked at Ruan Siqiong in surprise.
"We didn't fall for the trick." Ruan Siqiong knew what she wanted to ask, so he took her words naturally, "I can't hide this little trick from me, but it's just a trick."
Idol! Worship! It really is a piece of poisonous old ginger!
Qing Qiao looked at him with eyes of infinite admiration, and she threw herself to the ground in admiration.
Looking back at the distressed appearance of those gangsters, she couldn't help laughing wildly with her hips on her hips—it was Mao Juju who said it better! All reactionaries are paper tigers! Evil cannot defeat justice after all!
"Ruan, don't get complacent too early.
! "Although Nangong Wuhen's body was tied up, his mouth remained arrogant, "You caught me today, it's my bad luck!" But don't forget, the Xiling faction will not have a good life in the future! "
"Oh? If the girl is talking about the Shenlong Pavilion and the Valley of the Medicine King, you don't have to worry about it." Ruan Siqiong smiled, looking like a gentleman, "The two barbarian sects, Xiling has not been taken into account, and the girl It's too much to worry about."
"You!" Nangong Wuhen's beautiful face was distorted, wishing to tear Ruan Siqiong into pieces and swallow him, "Don't be arrogant! Tell you! Sooner or later, my lord..."
"Wuhen!" Shenyou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted her, with an anxious expression on his face.
"Your master?" Ruan Siqiong glanced at her indifferently, calmly, "It's a pity that no one has caught my eye in this Jianghu. His three-legged cat kung fu also wants to challenge the Xiling sect?"
Shaking his head, his words were contemptuous: "It's too ridiculous to shake a big tree!"
"What do you know! What do you know!" Nangong Wuhen screamed excitedly, "You don't understand, the most powerful thing in this world is not martial arts at all! If my lord..."
"No Hate!" Shen You interrupted her again with a stern voice.
"Brother Shen, don't blame me." Nangong Wuhen turned her head, with tears rolling down her pretty cheeks, "I can't live anyway, so just let me speak in one breath, I just want to let this group of decent people You know, they will not have a good life in the future!"
Shen You kept silent.
"My surname is Ruan. Although I, Nangong, come from a small sect of barbarians, I also understand the principle of being loyal and respecting the Lord!" Nangong Wuhen turned to look at Ruan Siqiong with a stern expression, "You arrested us and didn't kill us, didn't you just want to lure us out?" Our lord? Tell you, there is no way! Don't even think about it!"
"My lord, avenge me!" She suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, then tilted her head and collapsed to the ground.
A disciple quickly stepped forward, sniffed her breath, and shook his head lightly: "...take the poison."
Under the cold moonlight, Nangong Wuhen's seven orifices were bleeding, the condition was very miserable, Qing Qiao shivered lightly.
"...It's a bit bloody." Ruan Siqiong muttered, as if he was expecting it, but also seemed a little regretful.
"Ruan Siqiong
! "Seeing his lover's death, Shen You suddenly became mad, "Don't be complacent! My master will definitely take revenge! What nonsense Jianghu, what nonsense Xiling! It's just a plaything in other people's hands, just wait for it to be copied and executed by everyone! "
Qing Qiao was shocked, and quickly turned her head to look, only to see Ruan Siqiong raised her eyebrows slightly, but smiled without saying a word.
"Wuhen, Brother Shen is here to accompany you!" Shenyou turned his head to look at the corpse on the ground, and smiled foolishly, with a line of black blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
—he also committed suicide.
Everyone gasped and looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.
"There is one more." Ruan Siqiong said suddenly, breaking the silence.
Everyone followed his gaze and saw that the big black man had collapsed on the ground, shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.
"Don't kill me!" The big black man knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed desperately to Ruan Siqiong, "I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do anything! What do you want to ask? I can answer it!"
"What's your name?" Ruan Siqiong glanced at him and smiled faintly.
"The young one's name is Li Xiaoming!" The black man kowtowed hard at him again, bright red oozing from his forehead, "Xiaoming pays homage to Hero Ruan! Hero Ruan spares his life!"
"... Hello, Li Xiaoming." Ruan Siqiong continued to smile leisurely, carelessly, "Unfortunately, I don't want to ask you anything."
He slowly pulled out his sword, and handed it to Qing Qiao leisurely: "We Xiling disciples never kill anyone who is unknown. Since he has already reported his name, I will let you deal with it now."
Qing Qiao stared blankly at him: "...me?"
"Exactly." Ruan Siqiong nodded at her, with a calm expression, "Didn't he just want to kill you? The so-called wrongdoer has a debtor, and it's best for you to handle it."
Qing Qiao refused to take the sword, showing hesitation on his face: "But he didn't hurt me... This is at most an attempted crime..."
"His accomplice killed your brother and sister!" Ruan Siqiong leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Could it be that you forgot to be versatile?"
A soft sentence caused Qing Qiao to feel great pain in his heart, he gritted his teeth and took the sword over.
Raising her head, all the senior brothers and sisters were staring at her with earnest eyes.
.
The past slipped by her eyes like running water, Ferrari, Potato King, three-layer belly, sugar buns...
Then there is the farther past, the world of reinforced concrete.
Injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner.
But when will it be possible to repay the injustice
With a bang, the long sword slipped from her hand.
"...I can't do it." She squatted down slumped, "He didn't kill Senior Brother Bao, he didn't kill anyone! Why should I kill him?"
"Junior Junior Sister, he just wanted to kill you!" Third Senior Sister's anxious voice came out.
"He is Nangong Wuhen's subordinate! If he is alive, he will definitely kill you in the future! Junior sister must not be soft-hearted!" another senior brother yelled.
"Yeah! Kill him!"
"Kill him! Kill the people in Shenlong Pavilion! Avenge Senior Brother Bao!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
…
It was the same voice that came all over the place.
The big black man had already fainted from fright, and his crotch was stained with water.
"... But I can't do it."
Qing Qiao covered her ears and shook her head, her eyes gradually became foggy and confused: "I'm sorry, I can't do it, I really can't do it..."
She stumbled and ran out, lost in spirits, leaving behind a disappointed sigh.
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Late at night, at the end of the alley, the moon is covered by clouds, and the fields are dark.
In the deserted silence, the autumn insects screamed softly, accompanied by the girl's low voice
.
A magnolia plant is quietly waiting on the wall, which is light and elegant, with a beautiful fragrance.
"Okay, don't cry, you're about to cry like a little white rabbit." Ruan Siqiong finally spoke out, his expression as gentle as ever.
"Everyone...are you desperate for me?" Qing Qiao raised her head, sobbing while wiping her tears, "Uncle, am I not worthy to be a disciple of Xiling? Not worthy to be a son or daughter of the Jianghu?"
"It's really not worthy." Ruan Siqiong smiled, with a bit of teasing in his eyes, "Without martial arts and timidity, it is really not decisive enough."
"But! My hometown is a society ruled by law, and private executions are not allowed..." She seemed aggrieved, "If everyone has the right to kill at will, what's the point of ordinary people living?"
"Everyone can kill, this is the Jianghu." Ruan Siqiong stroked her hair, and said earnestly, "If you want to be kind and friendly, the strong is king. There are rules in the Jianghu, so there are so many people who want to be stronger Dominate the martial arts world. You have to learn to get used to it all.”
"It's terrible... I'm not used to it, I don't want to get used to it!" Qing Qiao shivered in his arms, "Uncle, I want to go home, I want to go home, help me, I must go home..."
Ruan Siqiong knew that she was frightened, so he patted her on the back and comforted her softly: "Okay, okay, uncle will definitely help you."
Having received the promise, Qing Qiao closed her heavy eyelids contentedly.
In fact, she had many questions in her mind.
For example, Nangong Wuhen's "Master", or Shen You's "Chop all over the house".
—Shenlong Pavilion, Medicine King Valley, Sliced Face, Duan Yu.
With countless clues, she always felt that the truth of the matter was far from being as simple as what she saw.
Yet she was too tired.
Ruan Siqiong's embrace was safe and warm, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Little did she know that a raging fire was burning not far from them.
The other courtyard of the Shenlong Pavilion in Hunshuizhuang will be reduced to ashes after this night, and there will be no trace of it.