Rouge Fang Jinfu Building, this building is not a place where a group of warblers and Yanyan can come, or it can be said that this Jinfu Building belongs to the hidden place in the dark of the Black Wind Society, and the Black Wind Club has not made a fuss on the bright side over the years, like a very hidden excellent wild dog.

This is what the domineering prince once said to Guo Shiren, although there is a lot of contempt in the meantime, but it also seems to be the reality of the current Black Wind Society.

There was a pale-faced man sitting in the room, he was tall and elegant, but a few coughs caused by the lack of qi and blood made the man in white shirt standing not far away frown.

"Perennial, you want to be an idle cloud and wild crane, and I didn't stop you, the Black Wind Society was originally a little spark left by that person's will, and now that the situation is turbulent, it is not good that the Black Wind Society is too famous, why did you provoke the notorious Yan Lingwei?"

The person who spoke was the big shopkeeper in the Black Wind Club, Song Jinghong, he was dressed in a snow-white robe, standing with his back to him, bringing a huge pressure to Fu Changnian in the back.

He coughed again, covered his mouth with his right hand, his fingers were already bloody, he was strangled by those Yanlingwei last time, and he was seriously injured, but he was rescued by Song Jinghong, who suddenly made a move.

Fu Changnian's identity is secret, he is a down-and-out scholar, and no one knows that this down-and-out household in Qingzhou City belongs to the Black Wind Society, "I grew up with that old eunuch since childhood, I know his temperament, Guo Shiren wants to kill me Fu Changnian, don't I want to eat his flesh raw?"

Song Jinghong turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was about the same age as himself in front of him, and he was helpless in his heart, if he hadn't made a rash move the night before, this Fu Chang would have been beheaded by several Yan Lingwei all year round.

He sighed, "Mrs. He once came to me, he asked you by name, this time it was not a mission, just accompanied a young man to walk the Sword Saint Gate, you are now injured and have not healed, just raise here for half a month, after half a month, you go straight to Fengshan first, where to wait for the young man, that Qingzhou Huiwu has also ended, as for the Sword Saint Gate, as you wish." ”

Fu Changnian got up and left, and when he walked to the door, he turned around and asked, "This time Yan Lingwei is out, but I don't know how many people came, Qingzhou City can be regarded as people in the cage now, Jinghong, you be careful, that Song Tai is not a kind-hearted person, thank you for rescuing me last time, I'm leaving." ”

Song Jinghong stood in the house, restless, in the mouth of Sanding, he already had a murderous intent, that Guo Shiren's cultivation was to look at the entire Qingzhou City, and he could not compare with his opponents, he was glad in his heart that he did not show his whereabouts, as for the fact that he was carrying a storm martial spirit, the Qinglong Dynasty should not know about it,

For this Fu Changnian, he is also helpless, Fu Changnian is in an embarrassing class in the Black Wind Society, just because this Fu Changnian has a passion, and his heart is the heart of Confucianism in Chang'an, the Black Wind Club absorbs too many depressed and unwilling martial artists, and although Fu Changnian belongs to the Black Wind Society,

But this person has a strange nature, and he doesn't know what he has been stimulated, he just lives like a wild ghost, but I'm sorry for his talent, as for what is the relationship between Fu Changnian and He Taiyi, Song Jinghong doesn't think about it, a guy who can play a set of unparalleled fists, it is not surprising to know the glory of the Sword Saint Gate,

The hierarchy in the Black Wind Society is very strict, and on the surface, it is Su Wanchun who is standing in front of people who is responsible for running this rouge workshop, and a large part of the income here must be handed over to Zhongzhou City, and the rest can also maintain normal expenses.

Song Jinghong sat in front of the window, but there was an indescribable boredom in his heart, his eyelids jumped wildly, the finch in the cage, just ask this world, which martial artist is not in the cage, even if he was once called a sword saint, he can't help himself,

With a surname on his head, is it not good luck in the end, how can the abandoned bloodline return, thinking that Song Tai is very different from himself,

Since Han Shen fell to the Holy Land, on the entire Jiudu Mountain, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect have suffered countless casualties, if it weren't for He Taifu coming out and saying a word, blocking the entire Sword Saint Gate and talking to the Song family, the entire Jiudu Mountain would be leveled, and all the villages near the Jiudu Mountain that had interacted with the Heavenly Demon Sect would be killed.

Is it already a great blessing for his posthumous son to survive now?

Song Jinghong, who had never seen today's son, thought of Han Shen, who had treated him like a relative, and felt lost, how could Emperor Yu Qing leave the next child who was raised by the Demon Sect, even if he really had royal blood in his body,

He Taifeng, who blocked the century-old glory of the Sword Saint Gate, saved his Song Jinghong's dog life in the name of the Sword Saint, but now he lives in Qingzhou City and runs a famous Qinglou, hehe, Song Jinghong, Song Jinghong, aren't you the biggest filthy person in the world,

He slammed his palm on the red-lacquered pillar in the room, and the pillar buzzed and shook for more than half a sound.

A figure rushed over from outside the door, bowing to the ground, "Big shopkeeper, don't be angry." ”

The one who spoke was Su Wanchun, who had seen He Taifeng with a flattering face, the person in charge of the rouge workshop, Su Wanchun got up and poured tea for Song Jinghong and stood next to him, but he didn't even dare to touch the chair.

"Confess, during the Qingzhou meeting, all the captains of the team returned to the team, and the rudder disappeared, I have always been unsteady in my heart recently, Guo Shiren doesn't just want to move a Fu Changnian, isn't Fu Changnian's identity known? Tonight, he will leave the perennial overnight. ”

Song Jinghong took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and thought,

"The rest of the money from the Rouge Workshop has been transferred, the dervishes I gave you last time are enough to store, and the location is chosen in the true body of the Faxiang, understand?"

And he confessed,

Su Wanchun nodded in response, anxious in his heart, and asked casually, "Give up this rouge workshop?"

"Wan Chun, if you are reluctant to let those warblers and swallows, you can stay, hehe, a Qinglou is not very interesting, my feeling has always been very accurate, it is said that the Qinglou in the world is a hole of ten thousand gold, and there is a lot of money left over the years, except for the tribute sent to the Qinglong Dynasty, it is enough for the people of a state to live for three years and five years, what is that sentence called?"

Song Jinghong's hands were folded together, constantly rubbing,

"Kill chickens and take eggs!" Su Wanchun said cautiously,

"Yes, I, Song Jinghong, don't want to be this hatching hen, spread the word, all the members of the Black Wind Society will give up the place that the headquarters has operated for many years, and evacuate Kunlun Mountain for the time being, and I will deploy it when the time comes." ”

Song Jinghong gave an order to save the entire Black Wind Society, but he didn't know that the arrival of Guo's servants and the appearance of Yan Lingwei were already obvious signals, Song Jinghong, who was born in the Heavenly Demon Sect, had only learned one over the years, and he retreated.

"As for the Southern Dynasty, what should I do?" Su Wanchun asked a question that gave Song Jinghong the most headache,

He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Just pass on the order, as for whether the Southern Dynasty listens or not, that's his problem." He waved his hand,

Su Wanchun bowed down and retreated, and he didn't know what it was like to give up the rouge shop that he had been operating for many years, heartache and pity, but he didn't dare to say a word more about a little minion,

This big shopkeeper's means are against the sky, especially ruthless, and it is also a matter of breathing to destroy such a small person as himself with a wave of his hand, Su Wanchun is just thinking, how did this displaced life fall on his head,

He knows this Song Jinghong's temperament better than anyone else, as long as it is the order of the big shopkeeper, whether it is in a hurry or thoughtful, it is good to carry it out with all his might, otherwise, it is not just a party who dies,

Although the Black Wind Society has been very famous over the years, it is not because of how high the force is in the rivers and lakes, but because the Black Wind Society has a lot of assets under its name, whether it is a wine store or a mineral, there is wealth in every state and city it handles.

Su Wanchun's heart trembled, this big shopkeeper let himself confess, he still has some status in the Rouge Workshop, but looking at the entire Black Wind Club, what kind of thing is he, the dust is not as good, placed in the true body of the Faxiang, this is such a huge wealth, Su Wanchun bit the tip of his tongue,

A smell of blood permeated his nasal cavity, he eased his mind, but he smiled on his face, fortunately he didn't know the specifics, otherwise, wouldn't he just want to be wiped out, he patted his chest, but he piggybacked on a touch of schadenfreude about the fate of the Southern Dynasty.

If you want to count this person in the Southern Dynasty, Song Jinghong still has to call him uncle, because Song Jinghong is a junior no matter how he says in terms of generation, the young child brought back by Han Shen back then, now the martial arts cultivation has reached the realm of King Kong who has become a little grandmaster by the martial artists in the world, although he has been deliberately hiding it well,

Isn't the establishment of the Black Wind Society the handiwork of this former child?

raised this child until he became an adult, but this child was not a descendant disciple of the Heavenly Demon God Monarch, the Southern Dynasty and the like were all one of the four major disciples, and Song Jinghong was just an outsider who was fostered in Jiudu Mountain.

In what Han Shen once said, no matter how you say that Emperor Yu Qing owes him a heavenly favor, he helped him raise two babies, not to mention the milk money, it is these ration money, but it can't be counted.

Song Jinghong sat on the chair and recalled the life he once lived in Jiudu Mountain,

He rarely saw a few disciples of the Heavenly Demon Divine Monarch, and he didn't know what those people were busy with, as for the black wind in his hands, what was the Southern Dynasty's thoughts, but he Song Jinghong would pay attention to it, the two of them didn't deal with each other, and they gave up this rouge workshop, and all the wealth in all the state cities,

He Song Jinghong now gave birth to a new idea, paying tens of thousands of gold tribute every year, from a widow to saving money for others, which was already above the seven inches of Emperor Yu Qing, and he was able to endure for so many years, not because of how much gold was enough in Zhongzhou City, Song Jinghong was afraid of becoming a fish on the board, in that case, so many years of business would be in vain.

In Song Tai's eyes, he is not even as good as a eunuch, so he is so painstaking, he Song Jinghong is only afraid that he will be stabbed, and it seems that He Tai's years are not long.

He Song Jinghong understands very well, he is using gold to continue his life, he has a lot of guilt in his heart for He Taiyi, and he also has a lot of guilt for the Sword Saint Gate, not only because a down-and-out Fu perennial was cut into a bloody man,

can become the big shopkeeper of the Rouge Workshop, and can secretly operate a famous Black Wind Club, Song Jinghong's mind is not comparable to ordinary people, in Su Wanchun's words, the ghosts and gods of the big shopkeeper are unpredictable and very human.

Haohu, as the captain of the fourth team, has reached the double cultivation of Dapan, at this time he knelt a few steps in front of Song Jinghong, he obviously felt a little tired after a long journey,

"Back to the big shopkeeper, his subordinates are not doing well, and the white devil has not been found within a hundred miles of Qingzhou City, and his subordinates have been punished. ”

Hao Husheng's figure is huge, powerful, dressed in black tight-fitting plain clothes, with a long knife hanging from his waist, and the vertical and horizontal scars on his face, with a solemn aura, but when facing Song Jinghong, he never dares to look into the eyes of the big shopkeeper.

The feeling of oppression brought to him by Song Jinghong, he didn't dare to gasp for breath directly, and lowered his head.

This time, he searched Qingzhou City, whether it was an inn or a temple on the mountain, but he didn't find the shopkeeper's explanation, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Don't look for it, I've already seen him, White Devil, Bai Tao, hehe, that's a blood martial soul owner, they are a group of four, I'll tell you detailed information in a while, Haohu, this task of finding the White Devil will be handed over to you, there is no time limit, as long as you find his traces, you can return to the team." ”

Song Jinghong waved his hand at Haohu, his voice was very low,

Haohu was just about to turn around and leave, when he heard Song Jinghong say again, "In the future, this Jinfu Building will not come, Su Wanchun has already passed on my words, as for how to contact you in the future, I will send someone to inform you." ”

Haohu nodded, for him, he was going to embark on a vast journey again, clutching the handle of the knife on his waist, he couldn't help but feel a little sad in his heart, looking at the tone of the big shopkeeper's words, this Qingzhou City himself can't stay, and it seems that all the members of the Black Wind Society won't stay any longer.

He turned around and walked towards the other courtyards of the Rouge Workshop, his heart fluttering with his own evil fire, and the scars on his face looked even more hideous.

- Fu Changnian walked out of Jinfu Tower, it was already noon at this time, he wrapped his robe tightly, put a straw hat on his head, and walked towards the direction of Qingzhou City Thorn History Compound with difficulty.

Coughing a few times from time to time, he had taken healing pills before, but his body lost too much qi and blood, which made his internal injuries even more serious, but he didn't care about it, and he didn't stay in Jinfu Building at all, because he knew Song Jinghong's temperament,

He is just a down-and-out person, even if he is placed in the name of the Black Wind Society, but he is just a minion, even if he can't compare with that Su Wanchun, he shook his head, with a wry smile on his face, a prodigal son of the rivers and lakes, but he has colluded with the Black Wind Society, Song Jinghong shook his hand and threw the Qiankun bag to himself, and he put it on the table,

At this time, he was even more penniless, and the things of the big shopkeeper were still not good, he took out a wine gourd from his arms with his left hand, raised his head and poured two sips,

A stream of spicy and bitter liquor burned in the stomach, and then I felt a little more comfortable,

The Thorn Mansion is very strict, he only dares to squat under a locust tree far away, at this time the sun is in full bloom, and there are not a few people in this vicinity, who will come under the scorching sun to enjoy the shade under this tree, this should be lunch time,

He wants to find an acquaintance here, he Fu has lived for such an age all the year round, but he has few friends, the only thing that can be counted is that He Tai Idiot, he raised his neck and took a sip again, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and grinned, fucking can be friends with He Tai Idiot, and it is a rare courage in the world.

Although my Fu is said to be depressed all the year round, we also have a friend, that is the peak of martial arts who once took the name of the Sword Saint, haha,

He squatted under the tree, looking at a group of ants on the ground, those ants were very busy, but they didn't have time to take care of this wine Mengzi who couldn't drink, no one in the world was as good as the ants on the ground, but they could come to eat, he reached out and grabbed a few ants and threw them in his mouth, I'm sorry, I'm really hungry.