A playful expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared on Jian Wu's stiff face, this expression was normal for ordinary people, but it was not easy to appear on the face of this sword-bearing young man.

The last time Jian Wu had other expressions on his face was ten years ago, when Jian Wu had not yet been named a "lone wolf", he was still a naïve child, and like ordinary children, he had not yet climbed the ladder to see through this dilapidated world.

Before that old man came, there were still hundreds of elders in the inner gate of Zhengyimen, but after the eight or nine-year-old Jian Wu witnessed the old man with a fat dog all the way down the mountain to the main sacrificial hall of Zhengyimen, and the mountain protection array that no one could destroy in Jian Wu's impression was destroyed by the old man as easily as tearing paper, Jian Wu's heart cooled down.

Seeing the familiar elders fall in the blood splash with their own eyes, there is still a picture in their eyes that the great elder led him to the back mountain to steal bird eggs yesterday, and the elder of the Punishment Hall also promised that he would smuggle himself down the mountain tomorrow to watch the fun juggling in the world, and the chubby deputy head had just made himself a tempting meal.

Even if they don't do anything, they are family to themselves.

Since then, Jian Wu no longer wants to do more useless things, preferring to talk to himself sometimes rather than talking to others, for fear of delaying his cultivation for a moment, or it can be said that he only wants to choose to re-engage with this world after killing that old man.

The head also pretended to be calm and sought a compromise in front of the old man, as for why Jian Wu could see that the head was pretending to be calm, just because hiding by the pillar behind the head could clearly see the hands behind the head that couldn't stop trembling.

The tone of the head changed from asking at the beginning to negotiating and then pleading, but Jian Wu could see from the old man's red eyes that he didn't care about anyone at that time, he was just here to kill, just to vent, and there was no possibility of talking at all.

After the blood flowed in the Zhengyi Mountain Gate, there were less than ten elders left, and the old man flew away, according to the old man's momentum, he would not stop there, but to find the next target.

"For the sake of Lu Daoyou's face, two hundred taels is used as a dispatch to call Huazi, where did the people you brought come from, don't use the East Palace as a porridge shed for disaster relief. Lao Dao unceremoniously continued to exert the power of dismounting.

The index finger was raised and swung forward slightly, and the butler next to him immediately took out the silver ticket issued by the two hundred taels of Anyang ticket number that had just been prepared from his arms and threw it contemptuously at Lu Fusheng who was standing aside.

Lao Dao originally thought that Lu Fusheng would not accept the silver ticket because he was not polite, and would lead the people who brought him to leave in anger, so that no matter the possibility of Lu Fusheng leading people into the East Palace, the conspiracy would be quietly resolved.

However, what Lao Dao never expected was that Lu Fusheng not only took the silver ticket, but also repeatedly observed and verified the authenticity of the silver ticket, and Lao Dao didn't care about the true identity of the cloth guide in front of him, anyway, Lu Fusheng pretended to be a guide for a reason why he didn't dare to be blatant, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Where are you in the East Palace, hurry up and take the money to lead people out, don't be a child's play." ”

Before Lu Fusheng could speak, Jian Wu behind him couldn't help but take half a step forward.

Jian Wu, who took half a step forward, appeared in front of Lao Dao's eyes, and Jian Wu was a unique inner door sign on his body, where would Lao Dao not recognize it, and the secret path was not good for Lu Fusheng.

People's impression of the first side is extremely important, otherwise there would not be love at first sight, and the words "love at first sight" are used to describe the feeling of the first side.

At this time, Jian Wu's first impression of the old way was definitely not good, and it could even be described as unbearable.

Jian Wu walked past Lu Fusheng first, and left a sentence angrily: "Okay." ”

walked in front of Lao Dao again, stared straight at Lao Dao's eyes, bit his back molars, and said fiercely: "You are also very good." ”

stopped talking, bumped into Lao Dao's shoulder and walked into the East Palace, it was like announcing to Lao Dao that he was not a waste, even if he stepped on you to enter the East Palace, you wouldn't dare to do anything to me.

And in fact, Lao Dao really didn't dare to do anything to Jian Wu, after being slapped in the face, he chased after Jian Wu like a boyfriend who was angry and ran into the East Palace, and he didn't have time to care about Lu Fusheng anymore. As the two entered the East Palace, the housekeeper who guarded the door slowly closed the side door and turned Lu Fusheng away, only to hear a sentence coming from inside the door: "Sword Fifth Prince, you have fallen for the conspiracy of traitors." ”

Before Lao Dao finished speaking, Lao Dao's wail came again: "Ah, ah, oh." ”

Twisting the silver ticket in his hand, Lu Fu, who had a wicked smile on his face, listened to the old man's wailing voice in the gate getting smaller and smaller.

Lu Fusheng, who is doing this today, can be said to be a real tear with the prince. Lao Dao can be said to have a deep hatred for Lu Fusheng, and the degree of hatred is definitely no less than that of the elder who drove him out of the right door. completely cut off the prince's idea of plotting against Lu Fusheng from the side of King Wei.

There is more than one side to everything, relatively speaking, it is Lu Fusheng who completely binds himself to the small boat of King Wei, and also makes King Wei completely trust him.

Lu Fusheng will never offend people easily, but his master Huang Chao is by no means a kind and talkative person, even if Lu Fusheng is polite to people, others in the cultivation world will regard him as a person who talks about Mo Shang Xiaodian, which represents the entire Mo Shang Xiao Shop, and Huang Chao is still the person who offended when he was young, and the hatred he formed can only be repaid by Lu Fusheng one by one.

So as long as Jian Wu knew that he was the talker of Mo Shang's shop, it was the beginning of his endless struggle with himself, which was also the reason why Jian Wu was going to trap him when he saw him after Lu Fusheng was driven out of the East Palace.

It is also since Lu Fusheng recognized the unique logo of Zhengyi Gate on the old Taoist robe at first sight, he knew that the East Palace had been infiltrated by Zhengyimen, which was not only a problem that could be solved by secular battles, but Master Huang Chao was a man and a dog who killed Zhengyimen Mountain Gate, and two knives were killed from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, and the knives were not curled. How can this kind of blood feud be unraveled by Lu Fusheng.

In the afternoon, Lu Fusheng went to the bookstore as usual, and returned to the inn after refusing the third master's several inquiries if he wanted to learn the spiritual method of killing.

The inn at night is less Xiao Chen An, who is usually glued to his side, slightly uncomfortable, people have been together for a long time, and there will always be a gap in his heart that cannot be filled by other things.

But this sentimental emotion was just Lu Fusheng in his room, and the Holy Maiden of the Divine Sect and the innkeeper were very lively in the lobby.

Originated at noon today, the innkeeper really couldn't stand Anne's food, the ingredients in the inn for a week had been eaten up by her, the cook was also tired and paralyzed under the board, the last few dishes were the usual Xiao Er temporary fried, although it was not delicious, but Anne didn't care and continued to eat.

Since Lu Fusheng stayed at the inn, there have been too many people who the innkeeper would not dare to think of on weekdays, not only the royal family and magnates, but also all kinds of strange people. The shopkeeper who sat opposite Anne and watched her eat without tears was already crying, secretly thinking that Lu Fusheng's business was really not good, and at this moment I missed Xiao Chen An's reading aloud from the second floor in the inn for two days. Every dish that entered the belly of the bearded girl was equivalent to the innkeeper earning a little less silver taels.

The innkeeper had no choice but to take Anne to the street to join in the fun, the original intention was to distract Anne's attention, the food in the inn was no longer enough for Anne to continue to eat, but he never thought that the East Market was not only selling goods, but also the grass stage team that sang on the ground, and the servants who painted eyebrows and sideburns on the stage worked hard to show the singing and fighting they learned from the beating and scolding, which was very eye-catching.

It was the first time Anne had seen such a strange way of singing, which was an art that she had grown up in the land where she had grown up, and she immediately became interested in opera, babbling and learning how to sing on stage.

As a saintess of the Divine Cult, she naturally has the ability to never forget and never lose her ears, and she remembers every yin and yang frustration and every sentence of the drama very well, and even begged the innkeeper to buy a set of water-sleeved costumes. But she didn't know that every smile on the stage took years of hard work to learn.

Even on the way back to the inn, they were still babbling and singing. If she sang well, it would be fine, but Anne knew that she was incomplete in five notes, and she still learned to sing with relish, and at first the innkeeper pretended to flatter her more and more energetic singing. reached a rhythm that couldn't be stopped at all, and after Lu Fusheng returned to the inn, he could hear the noise of Annie downstairs.

At this moment, Anne is singing energetically, and it is my favorite part of listening to in the East Market today, although I can't name it, I can still learn to sing it. I also want the innkeeper to say something on the side.

The innkeeper treated Anne like a child, and he was obedient, and it happened that the innkeeper was also a fan of theater, and he could sing a few words.

At this moment, he bowed down, and said to Anne like a servant: "I left three days ago when I went to Nanjing, and now all that is left is the camel pulling in the Bagou Lama Temple in Shangrehe." ”

The remaining cook and a miscellaneous boy in the inn naturally became Anne's only listeners, honestly "sitting" on the chair, nodding constantly, if you can't see the forbidden hands behind the chairs, you really think they are attracted by the innkeeper and Anne's opera.

The innkeeper's recitation was quite listening, but when Anne shook her sleeves and began to sing: "People say that Luoyang is like a brocade of flowers, but it is not spring when I come." bowed his head and left the border of Hongtong County. Before he could sing the next line, the tone broke, and the sound was like a horse neighing a donkey.

"Shut up !!"

Lu Fusheng, who was blocking his ears on the second floor, roared downstairs, Lu Fusheng, who had not rested well last night, was destined to have another sleepless night.