Chapter One Hundred and Five

An Qingchen spread out his tokens and said to Xiao Anzi: "Take the Golden Dragon Guard and go south to protect your master." ”

Xiao Anzi hesitated: "But the emperor ordered Jin Longwei to stay in Kyoto to defend the queen." ”

"Xiao Anzi, when the emperor left, he left the Golden Dragon Guard for my disposal, so he naturally listened to me. Besides, in case the Southern Tang Dynasty's Flame Alliance also joins the battle, without Jin Longwei by his side, I am afraid that Zhou Xiao will ...... him."

Xiao Anzi was about to speak, but An Qingchen interrupted: "Needless to say, Jin Longwei listens to the order, and this palace orders Jin Longwei to go south immediately, and protect the emperor's safety at any cost." ”

Xiao Anzi gritted his teeth and said, "Golden Dragon Guard takes the order!" Then there was a whoosh, and it disappeared, as silently as it had come.

Qingchen stared blankly at the empty dormitory for a while, and fell asleep. On this day, she was so tired, not only physically tired, but even more mentally tired.

Early the next morning, before the sun rose, Qingchen left the palace early and rushed to Nanmen Street. Although she knew in her heart that Master Ran's efficiency would not be so high, she still wanted to come to the Spiegel Pavilion to have a look.

She came to the door of the Spiegel Pavilion and saw the young man opening the shop. As soon as the young man saw An Qingchen coming from the men's clothes, he immediately exclaimed with joy: "Childe, why did you come so early today?" ”

Qingchen dotted the dust on the robe, in fact, she was too anxious this morning, and she came in a lost step, and the brocade robe was not stained with dust at all, but she still habitually dusted it before stepping into the Spiegel Pavilion, who knew that before she entered the main hall, suddenly a living person fell from the top of her head, if it weren't for Qingchen's quick eyes, it wouldn't have been smashed flat.

Qingchen hurriedly jumped out of the way, and when he looked closely, it was a middle-aged man with a mustache, a rusty sword on his back, shabby clothes, and a dejected demeanor.

Qingchen was overjoyed in his heart, and hugged his fists and said, "Do you buy mirrors?" ”

The man glanced at Qingchen coldly and said, "Don't buy it!" ”

"Then your Excellency is ......" seems to be a play.

"Do business."

Qingchen's eyes immediately lit up, and he said, "Your Excellency, please come with me!" "I didn't expect the master's efficiency to be staggering.

After getting the inner hall, Qingchen approached the visitor and asked quietly: "There is no mirror in the Spiegel Pavilion!" Qingchen was a little excited about the code.

The man replied coldly, "Dark Pavilion." After that, he glanced at Qingchen and said, "I want to see the pavilion master." ”

This good-looking young man is probably just a guide.

"It's the Dark Pavilion Master down there."

The man glanced at An Qingchen with disdain, as if he didn't believe it at all. Qingchen didn't care either, and said, "Then I'll tell Your Excellency about the rules of our dark pavilion." Give us a secret pavilion to do things, do one thing is a piece, if you want to long-term cooperation we are also welcome. But we can't enter the dark pavilion if you want to, and we will only hire you if we meet two conditions. ”

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "What conditions?" ”

"The first condition: strong martial arts, must go through a hundred moves under this son without defeat; The second condition: the act must be kept secret, neither can reveal the content of the operation, let alone reveal any information about the dark cabinet, meet these two conditions, we will find you when we live, and the reward is good. ”

The man glanced at Qingchen disdainfully and said, "Let's do it." "Such a weak and weak little boy like a woman, he is not a problem.

Qingchen gently and skillfully put on a posture and said, "Be careful! "Gently move your feet and bully up. The man immediately pushed it away, and at the same time pushed it out with one palm, blocking Qingchen's slowly stretched out fingers, who knew that his hand had not touched a sleeve of Qingchen's coat, Qingchen immediately changed his posture, detoured behind him, and a finger came out gently, seemingly light, but with a gust of wind.

The man no longer dared to underestimate the enemy, and reached out to draw the rusty iron sword that he had behind him, and attacked with all his might. For a while, I saw that there were many people in the small backyard, swords and swords, and the two were inseparable. Slowly, I saw beads of sweat oozing from the man's face, seeing that Qingchen's fingers were about to touch his face, he narrowly avoided it, who knows, just avoided Qingchen's killing move, and it was another move to step forward, he had to raise his sword to block, Qingchen saw this, and said with a hairpin in his hand: "A hundred moves have arrived, you are qualified." "Being able to go through a hundred moves under her, martial arts shouldn't be too weak.

The man seemed to be still immersed in the fight just now, and he didn't listen to Qingchen's words, and said to himself: "It's obviously very slow, why can't I dodge, what kind of kung fu are you?" ”

Qingchen shook his head and chuckled: "You don't have to worry about any kung fu, since Your Excellency is here today, you must be willing to serve the Spiegel Pavilion, please leave your honorific name and contact information." ”

"In Xia Luoxuan, the people of the rivers and lakes call the word sword, and temporarily live in the Confucius Temple on Ximen Street in Kyoto......"

When Qingchen heard this, he secretly said in his heart: It seems that this Luo Xuan is really down, and he doesn't even have a serious residence: "If Luo Daxia doesn't dislike it, there is still a wing room in the backyard of my Spiegel Pavilion, I don't know if the hero is willing to condescend to ......"

Luo Xuan is an upright person, although he is a martial artist, but he will not drill around camping, so that he has fallen into the field today, today Tian'an Qingchen said, his heart was moved, and said: "Luo Xuan, thank you Pavilion Master." ”

"As for the living expenses, you can withdraw it from the shopkeeper of the Spiegel Pavilion first, and then it will be deducted from your remuneration, what does Luo Daxia think?"

"That's very good." Luo Xuan nodded, and his heart was even more moved.

"Then Luo Daxia will move over today, Luo Daxia still has something in the Confucius Temple, I will send someone to move it."

Luo Xuan's face was slightly red, he had been adrift for many years, and he came to Kyoto alone, except for a sword, there was only one life left: "There is nothing down there, just an iron sword, which has been carried on his back." Looking back on the desolation over the years, Luo Xuan couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Then I'll order my subordinates to take Luo Daxia to the wing."

Luo Xuan clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, Pavilion Master." ”

As soon as Luo Xuan left, Qingchen immediately sat down and took a sip of tea, and after taking a sip of tea, he felt hungry in his stomach, and then remembered that she was in a hurry today, and she had not used breakfast yet, so she got up, went out, and went to Zuixian Building to have some breakfast. (To be continued.) )