Chapter 1842 - What about the image
Just like the situation that Yan Qingrui encountered before, if Qiankunzi killed the silver-faced Langjun first, then he would be injured under the sword, and this short sword condensed sharp sword qi and went straight to his heart.
It was a short sword.
Exchange his own life for the life of the boy in black, of course Qiankunzi would not do this, he put away his sword and retreated, and at the same time the sword in his hand flicked upwards and pushed the text message away.
Then, a lonely figure in Xuanyi came out with his fists and forced Qiankunzi away.
The flying short sword was dissipated, and it fell to the ground obliquely, and the figure of Xuanyi rolled up the short sword like a whirlwind, fighting with Qiankunzi.
Huang Fuyue said in disbelief: "Brother Qianyu?"
Behind Shangguan Qianyu, there was another figure, but it was a white monk's robe fluttering in the void cloud.
Shangguan Qianyu attacked Qiankunzi, because he remembered that the silver-faced Langjun was Qingrui's friend, and he wanted to save people.
In fact, Shangguan Qianyu came here completely because of Xuyun.
Today, he has just returned to Beijing.
As when he went, the Qincha guards were still on the way, and because he missed Qingrui and wanted to see her earlier, he hurried back, and not long after entering the city, he met Xuyun, the monk Xuyun was on the second floor of a teahouse, the old god was sitting on the ground, and when Shangguan Qianyu passed by, he threw a tea bowl down.
Shangguan Qianyu caught the tea bowl and saw him too.
Shangguan Qianyu was speechless, a special monk, throwing a tea bowl from the second floor, should he be so naïve?
Xuyun beckoned: "Boy, the monk has a message, 10,000 taels, do you want to buy it?"
Shangguan Qianyu looked at Xuyun speechlessly, and even smiled like a profiteer.
This is on the second floor, downstairs is full of people, he is dressed in a white monk's robe, he looks fairy, but the words he says are full of copper smell.
I have long been accustomed to his various images in my heart, and Shangguan Qianyu is not surprised, and he lost a sentence lightly: "No money!"
Xuyun smiled and said, "There is no money to pay!"
Shangguan Qianyu: "......"
Xuyun looked at Shangguan Qianyu's darkened face, rolled his eyes and said, "Let the monk kick it, isn't it meat compensation?
Shangguan Qianyu: "......"
Originally, Shangguan Qianyu would not have gone up, but Xuyun said that if you don't come up, don't regret it then, and squeezed his eyebrows at him and smiled meaningfully, Shangguan Qianyu hesitated.
It can't be Qingrui's news, right?
The monk wanted to beat him, it must be about Qingrui's news.
If he has news of Qingrui, he is willing to pay 10,000 taels to pay again...... Uh, get kicked by him again. The silver-faced Langjun said that Qingrui was in the capital, but the Shadow Pavilion couldn't find any news, which was very abnormal.
He was a little skeptical, was this monk hiding people? Thinking of those two very strange and incomprehensible special passages, Shangguan Qianyu was deeply suspicious.
However, this monk is unreliable or unreliable, and he is not joking in major matters.
Shangguan Qianyu walked upstairs, sat down across from him, and said, "About Qingrui?"
Xuyun shook his head and said, "Naturally!"
"Say it!"
Xuyun said: "Where's the silver?"
Shangguan Qianyu casually took out a stack of silver tickets from his bosom and threw them on the table.
Xuyun smiled and reached out to take it, the appearance of the wealth fan was unbearable, it was too ruined. Then, his face changed drastically, and he shouted, "It's only five hundred taels?" Looking at such a big stack, it was only ten taels or twenty taels.