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The Deqing class in the south of Changhe Prefecture is ushering in a catastrophe today.

Thousands of officers and soldiers were guarded around the garden, all of them bending their bows and arrows, and their swords were tense. The people at the gate were surrounded by the lively people, pointing and talking from time to time.

"Look, it's out, it's out!"

"Hey, this is the master of the Liu class, isn't that the bookkeeper Mr. and Qinggu who plays the fairy, are these really strongmen on the underworld?"

"Of course it is, didn't you listen to what the official said, in recent years, they have done the theft of the Kyushu boundary of our Changhe Mansion. A few years ago, a lot of cases were also committed in Guangcheng Mansion, and acting in a hundred dramas was just a cover. ”

"Those were still shackled and heavily flailed. With so many people guarding, are you afraid that people will run away?"

"I heard that those are masters, and the government dispatched a lot of good hands to catch people. ”

A group of soldiers escorted the Deqing class out of the gate, followed by the military gate carrying a large box, the box was full of hundreds of mouths, very heavy, the flat burden was about to break, but the military gate carrying the box was full of smiles that could not be concealed.

There are a lot of treasures in the box, Shangguan eats meat, they can drink some soup with them, right?

When the people saw these boxes, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. Acting in a hundred plays is acting for a hundred years, and it is not enough to earn a box of treasures. Originally, it was only thought that the government gave people the name of a strongman, but it seems to be true. I really didn't expect the Deqing class, which played a hundred plays, to be a den of thieves.

Far away stood on the side of the street, an old man and a young man.

The boy asked, "Grandfather, these things will be returned to the owner, right?"

The old man glanced sideways at his grandson, shook his head, and said, "How can there be any reason to spit out the meat that eats into the wolf's mouth?"

"But, aren't these all stolen things from others? Shouldn't the government return the stolen goods to the owner?"

"Alas, stupid boy, the Taoist officials in this world are not as good as bandits! When bandits and thieves also have Taoism, the government is really cannibalistic and does not spit out bones!"

At the mouth of the alley about twenty paces away from the two, there were also two people standing in the shadows, also an old man and a young man. Both of them are thin and small, just looking at their figures, like father and son.

The old man's face was like ashes, and he muttered vigorously: "It's over, it's over, so many years of hard work, it's all over......"

The old man muttered to himself, suddenly remembered something, and said: "How did the government know that all the members of the Mid-Autumn Festival class were coming back? How did the government find out about the head of the Deqing class with these wine bags and rice bags?

Speaking of this, he looked back at the young man, and his eyes showed an inquiring look, but he inadvertently saw that the young man's face was calm and unwavering, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes, a fire that was enough to burn the heavens and the earth.

The old man chuckled in his heart, and whispered, "Is it you?"

The young man didn't speak, just looked at him coldly with an expressionless face. The old man immediately understood, gritted his teeth and said, "I see!"

In my heart, I put the youth into the Deqing class, and the actions of these years have been passed over in my mind. In the first two years when he first arrived in the Deqing class, he escaped twice, and each time he was caught, he had to be beaten in exchange for a beating. If it weren't for the fact that he was clever and quick to learn everything, a disobedient person like him would have broken his legs and thrown them on the street to beg.

Since the last time he escaped and had a toe cut off, he was at peace and much more obedient. As he gets older, the higher his ability and ability, everyone forgets about his repeated escapes, and truly treats him as a part of themselves. Unexpectedly, he was silent on the surface, but he secretly planned to see the opportunity to wipe out the Deqing class.

The old man's wrinkled face was flushed, his teeth were clucking, and his thin cheeks could not contain a tremble. But he knew that now was not the time to attack, and the people in the government not far away were still dealing with the aftermath, and if there was any movement, he was afraid that he would even have to fold inside.

He took a deep breath, and waited for his emotions to calm down, and then he hated and said: "Good boy, there is a kind of! Pretending to be like a sheep, it turned out to be a big-tailed wolf! It takes a lot of effort to plan this haunt! Who would have thought to teach a white-eyed wolf ...... because Lao Tzu taught him all his skills" He sneered and continued: "Hehe, I am a famous nighthawk, and I have come over in the wind and waves, but I capsized in your little gutter. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly reacted, last night he told himself to go to the mansion of Lord Zheng, who had just returned to his hometown in a neighboring county, to step on the plate, afraid that it was just to transfer himself away. And repeatedly deliberately delayed time halfway, it is expected that it is to miss the time when the government will come to arrest people.

He finally remembered the love between master and apprentice, and didn't let me stew with everyone. Nighthawk was angry in his heart, and secretly said that he was lucky.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he secretly said, No! Although I am old and frail, I am not his opponent, but I still have the strength to fight, how can he not be defenseless at all? Aren't you afraid that I will die and die and die together? The people around me can endure for ten years, wait for my wings to be full, and then turn the tables again. The depth of scheming is extraordinary, how can you not guard yourself?

He knew his methods, and remembered that he had given him water in his bag before entering the city. At that time, he only regarded him as a filial piety, afraid that he would be tired from a long journey.

I couldn't help but gasp when I thought of this. Only then did I realize that at some point, my hands and feet became sore, let alone with him, it was difficult to move a little.

Sure enough, I was hit! I hated that I just found out because I saw my companions being swept away, and I was distracted.

The young man turned his head, looked at him with a smile, and said lightly: "How? I'm afraid you haven't tasted the taste of three breaths, right? In your old words, after taking it, there are only two more breaths than one breath, and it is colorless and tasteless, and it dissolves in water." ”

The old nighthawk's forehead was suddenly jumping, and he was hunting geese all day long, but today he was pecked by geese, and he had nothing to do but admit him. He had several antidotes on him, but none of them were symptomatic, so he had to suppress his anger.

"Are you informing Taishou about the Deqing class, so you don't worry about being detained?" At this point, although it was useless to ask this question again, Nighthawk was still a little curious.

The young man smiled lightly: "What's so difficult about this, a letter is enough, but I don't need to come forward." ”

Nighthawk nodded, and suddenly thought of something again, and asked in surprise, "Can you write?"

The young man snorted coldly and asked rhetorically: "How is it impossible? My family is very wealthy, my mother has high expectations for me, I am enlightened at the age of three, I study books at the age of four, and I can already write a thousand words when I was kidnapped by Hu San at the age of six. Although I have not made much progress in the den of thieves over the years, my mother has taught me not to forget for a moment, and I have been practicing secretly from time to time......"

He said, thinking of the hardships he had endured over the years, his emotions gradually became excited, and he hated it: "Although I think that Du Yan is not from a powerful background, he is also rich in clothes and food, and his life is rich. My parents only gave birth to one son, and I loved more than treasures in my palms. Who wants to be robbed by Hu San's dog thief once, and he will not be under the knees of his parents for thirteen years......"

He closed his eyes, slowly opened and closed his clenched fists, thinking about his sudden disappearance, and his parents didn't know how to be sad, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He opened his eyes suddenly, stretched out his hand and grabbed Nighthawk's neck, and said viciously: "If you teach me, as long as you tell me where my home is, I will let you leave today." I think you are always proficient in using medicine and poison, and it won't take long to detoxify the three breaths, and from then on, you will be free and easy. How?"

Nighthawk's face was pinched red, and the veins on his forehead jumped up, but he made a ho-ho sound in his throat and struggled to show a sarcastic smile.

Du Yan loosened his hand slightly, listened to Nighthawk cough a few times, and hissed: "It's a pity, there are so many kidnapped children in the class, not to mention me, even Hu San, who is in charge of abduction, can't remember your hometown one by one." You can only be a blind man lighting wax, and your efforts are in vain. ”

Du Yan's heart sank, and he knew that he didn't tell a lie when he thought about it. On the surface, the Deqing class is a hundred opera troupe, but in fact it is a river and lake organization full of evil. The members of the class have a clear division of labor and do their own thing. Some people specialize in snatching and abducting children from all over the country; some people specialize in teaching all kinds of tricks and tricks, stealing, stealing, and murdering people and goods; some people specialize in dealing with all kinds of government checks and checks up and down; and some people train jugglers to cover up in the open.

Nighthawk's job is to teach children how to make medicine and medicine.

Everyone has their own division of labor, except for Hu San, who specializes in forcibly abducting and abducting children, everyone else really doesn't know where the children come from.

Du Yan slowly let go of his neck, his expression turned gray inch by inch, and he took two steps back in a bit of despair. But he has never been a person who gives up easily, otherwise he would not have repeatedly escaped and was caught and beaten up, but he still did not change his original intention.

Fortunately, he still knows that his hometown is called "Qingzhou", although he doesn't know whether it is "light", "Qing" or "Qing", but he is still young, and there is still time to find it slowly.

Thinking of this, he slowly cheered up again, and looked up at the old man in front of him, with white hair all over his head, his face full of ravines, his eyes cloudy, and his energy declining, he was already half cut into the ground.

Du Yan suddenly knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed three times, which made the old man startled. He stood up and said, "Although you are not a good person, you can teach me to be attentive, so let's say goodbye and break it off from now on." ”

Nighthawk was a little surprised, but then it became clear that this apprentice had always had some soft-hearted problems, and he had been doing this for so long, and he didn't have much blood on his hands.

Nighthawk couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Cutting grass has to be eradicated, and you haven't learned well after all." It is unwise to let the tiger return to the mountain. ”

As soon as the words came out, he wanted to slap himself. This is the time of life and death, not the time to teach him. What kind of mouth, is it long?

Du Yan sneered, "Even if it's a tiger, it's a tiger with all its teeth gone." ”

After saying that, he didn't care about him anymore, waved his hand, strode away, and disappeared into the corner in a few steps.

Nighthawk stared at the place where he disappeared in amazement, and for a while, laughed at himself, "A tiger with a tooth out?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing, and Du Yan came back again. His heart tightened, did he regret it, and thought it was better to kill me?

Nighthawk pursed her lips, her hands clenched secretly.

Du Yan stood still in front of him, stretched out a hand and said, "The human skin mask and the secret medicine, the master gave them to me." ”

Nighthawk sighed secretly, let go of his fist, but said unwillingly: "I didn't bring it with me, I put it in my room, and now I'm afraid it will be searched." ”

Du Yan sneered: "It's okay to deceive others." There are at least seventeen or eighteen pockets sewn on the master's middle coat, should you take them off and count them? The master is used to being cautious, and if he doesn't carry such an important thing with him, how can the master rest assured?"

"Oh, and also, there are five human skin masks, and since the death of the god hand Zhang, there are only five left in the whole world, all in the hands of the master. I know very well, don't fool me, master. Du Yan said casually.

Nighthawk closed his mouth, which had been slightly open in surprise, and resigned himself to touching it in his arms. At this time, he really understood the scheming of this disciple, and he didn't expect that his hole cards had already been turned upside down. His current body is not even as good as an ordinary person, and if he plays tricks again, he will undoubtedly kill himself.

Du Yan took the nighthawk and handed over the human skin mask and a few small bottles, checked it and put it into his arms, waved at the nighthawk, and disappeared as soon as he turned around.