- The sun is setting, but it has not completely sunk into the western mountains, but like a falling heavenly fire, it ignites all the clouds that seem to be next to the mountain peaks and refuses to disperse, and the glow is like a burning, reflecting half of the sky.

There was a lot of trouble on the road, and when he arrived in Shakou County, Cen Chi already felt quite tired, and he just wanted to stay in the inn in the county, and then fell asleep. However, when he raised his head and saw the three-character stone inscription of "Shakou County", a thought suddenly lit up in his heart, and although there was still fatigue on his face, his spirit gradually became excited.

Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist who was riding side by side with him, glanced sideways at this time, and saw that there was a strange expression on his slightly sickly face, and he couldn't help asking, "You seem to have some understanding?" ”

"No," Cen Chi shook his head, "I'm just...... Suddenly I want to drink, and I drink a lot of alcohol. Lao Dao, do you dare to accompany you? ”

Fang Wu had already seen Cen Chi's madness halfway through, and when he heard this, he just shook his head again and again, and said with a slightly surprised expression: "What are you crazy again?" ”

Gao Qian, who was walking behind, also persuaded at this time: "Mr. Cen, it is inevitable that the residual poison will return, and I advise you to avoid bars." ”

Wine can speed up blood flow, and there is indeed a risk of provoking the outbreak of residual poison in Cen Chi's body, Gao Qian is indeed right to say this at this time, and it is also a good intention.

Cen Chi sighed when he heard this, he didn't appreciate it, he only shook his head and said, "It's boring." ”

……

After entering the county seat, the three of them soon settled in the "Shacheng Inn".

As for the situation of the "Shacheng Inn", in fact, the three of them had already figured out the bottom on the way before they arrived, and this all depended on the strong strength of the Prime Minister's Mansion in Kyoto Prefecture.

As early as when Cen Chi intended to go north, his intention was handed back to the Kyoto Prime Minister by Gao Qian with a piece of paper, and soon the Prime Minister's Mansion handed back the route plan. The map is still sketched by Lu She, meticulous, and as for the precautions on the itinerary, the Xiangfu side is almost equivalent to drawing a box for Cen Chi, and there are guides for every step.

If Cen Chi was only out for a few months, such a meticulous arrangement would indeed make him worry a lot in life, so that he could devote himself to appreciating and comprehending the scenery on the road.

But this is clearly not the case.

Therefore, the delicate arrangement of the Prime Minister's Mansion has gradually become the most disgusting place for Cen Chi.

And today, because of the encounter with Chen Jiu on the road, this has made an idea that Cen Chi has been shelving in his heart for a long time has been turned out again, and it has an unstoppable momentum of implementation.

Staying in the hotel and staying overnight, handling miscellaneous affairs is still done by Gao Qian. Cen had already entered the guest room to rest, and Fang Wu ordered a pot of new tea in the inn hall, tasted it slowly, and then went back to his room.

When he walked to the door, Fang Wu was just about to push the door, when he suddenly heard a call from the next room:

"Old-fashioned."

Fang Wu hesitated for a moment, then turned his steps and entered the next guest room.

In the room, Cen Chi was neatly dressed and sat upright at the table, facing the door, meeting Fang Wu's gaze when he had just walked in.

Fang Wu showed a hint of surprise on his face and said, "I thought you had already rested. ”

Cen Chi didn't answer him on this topic, but just spread his hands evenly: "Sit." ”

Fang Wu sat down opposite Cen Chi and stared at Cen Chi for a while before saying, "You have something?" ”

"Yes." Cen Chi nodded.

Fang Wu's eyes drooped slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he raised his eyes and said, "Do you still want to drink?" ”

"More than that." Cen Chi finally ended the rhythm of speaking with only one word as soon as he opened his mouth, and after a pause, he continued: "Tell you something, I don't know if you will be annoyed." ”

Hearing his words, Fang Wu suddenly had a hint of consciousness in his heart, raised his eyebrows and said, "I always feel that your temperament is a little strange today, but I can't tell what the fault is. ”

Cen Chi suddenly smiled, and then said, "Your feelings are not wrong. ”

Fang Wu was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Cen Chi to respond to his words in this way.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Cen Chi say: "Today's me is indeed a little different from the past me. ”

"I decided to do something." Cen Chi put a palm on the table, flexed his fingers and flicked it gently, "Fang Cai, I'm still worried about whether you will be angry because of this, but now, I don't think I can care about your feelings." ”

"Could it be ......" Fang Wu suddenly stood up from the table, "The matter in the tea shed is not over yet?" ”

"That's just a joke." The smile on Cen Chi's face faded, "The joke is over. ”

Fang Wu slowly sat back on the chair and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Actually, along the way, you have already started planning the next step, right?" ”

"Yes."

"When you entered the county seat just now, you said that you wanted to drink, but in fact, you had already made a plan, right?"

"Yes."

"You're not just going to just flour this time, are you?"

"Yes."

"No one can convince you?"

"Yes."

"You're crazy." The middle-aged Taoist sighed without saying anything.

"Old man, you don't use the right words. Crazy or not, only yes and no, this cannot be divided by quantifiers. Cen Chi picked the corner of his lips, "And, I'm not crazy yet, I know what I'm doing." ”

Fang Wu was not in the mood to chew the words with Cen Chi at this time, he just snorted a little coldly, and said in a not very friendly tone: "Then when you are in the tea shed, what kind of mystery are you doing, why do you ask?" Is it fun to play tricks? ”

"People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, when it comes to the end, in fact, I will be a little hesitant." Cen Chi's gaze moved away from Fang Wu's face, fell on his hand covering the table, and continued slowly: "However, you have actually expected this matter for a long time, so such twists and turns can't be regarded as me playing tricks on you." ”

"Looks like I don't have much more to say to you." Fang Wu stood up again, looking like he was about to leave.

And it wasn't until he was about to walk to the door and was about to open it that he suddenly heard Cen Chi's voice floating, and the content of the words made him unable to dodge.

"Old Dao, don't forget what you promised Xiao Kuang."

Fang Wuhuo Ran turned around, his eyes condensed, and he stared firmly at the person sitting on the chair next to the table, but he didn't say a word.

Cen Chi was still sitting firmly on the chair, his expression was calm, and even the hand covering the table did not tremble in the slightest, he only added later: "You can not help, I just hope you don't stop it." If you don't want to see a scene, you can get drunk before me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and more than one person came. Listening to the sound of heavy footsteps, the person who came should be carrying a heavy load, so it was a little difficult to walk.

"Guest officer, the twenty catties of bamboo leaf green wine you wanted, the small one was sent to you."

I'm afraid that I will send the wrong room, and the inn guy who brought the wine will directly show his name outside the door, and it can be regarded as the last time to inspect the owner with the goods.

"There's Brother Lao, send it in." Cen Chi greeted.

Ten pottery jars, each jar holds two catties, a total of twenty catties of wine. Bamboo leaves are green, the entrance is clear, there is a slight prickly throat feeling, if you are not drunk, it is really a good product in the wine at hand in your spare time. But if you drink this kind of wine until you get drunk and your stamina rises, you will feel quite uncomfortable.

This kind of wine is not easy to drink at banquets, but it is not cheap to sell, so it is not easy to promote among those drunkards who are bent on getting drunk, but it has become a favorite of literati and artists. A drink is refreshing.

This wine was originally quite harmonious with Cen Chi's temperament, but looking at the total amount of wine he summoned, it was a little different from that of ordinary drunkards.

signed the account book handed over by the guy who delivered the wine, and when the guy went out, Cen Chi looked at Fang Wu, who was about to leave but didn't really leave, and said slowly: "Do you want to get drunk?" ”

"It's good to be drunk." Fang Wu returned to the table, and just slapped the clay of a jar of wine, he suddenly said: "Speaking of drinking, Gao Qian must be more opposed to you being so unrestrained than me, do you think he will accept the wine you toast him?" ”

"If you don't choose to toast, do you choose to toast a few women?" As soon as Cen Chi said this, he had already slapped open a jar of mud, and he didn't need a cup, he grabbed the bottom of the altar with his palm and began to pour it into his throat.

Cen Chi has been almost drunk for several months since he traveled west, not only because he is not a heavy drinker, but also because of Gao Qian's persuasion.

However, in the past three years, Cen Chi has not drunk with the other two companions...... However, it was the first time that Fang Wu had seen such a way of drinking a cow as today, and if it was a high-potential field, he might have already waved his arms to grab the wine.

Fang Wu watched in a daze as Cen Chi swallowed half a jar of wine in one go, and then lowered his hand and put down the jar, let out a long breath and said, "It's a pity that it's a good wine." ”

Just when Fang Wu was quite puzzled by what Cen Chi said after drinking, he saw Cen Chi carrying the half jar of wine and going to the back of a screen on the side of the room.

After a crisp porcelain sound, it is the sound of "bang" running water.

Soon Cen Chi came back with the empty wine jar and threw it on the corner of the table, and then he slapped open the sealing mud of a jar of wine, but no longer carried the jar to the screen and poured it into the night pot, but splashed it in the room with a snap of his fingers. He poured half a jar of wine on the ground, and he began to sprinkle the remaining half jar of wine on himself.

Soon, this originally neatly cleaned room became a rotten nest of two drunkards indulging in the wine country in the dark, and the smell of alcohol was too strong.

Cen Chi put down the second empty wine jar, and dragged the third wine jar to his hand, and at the moment before he opened the sealing mud, he looked at Fang Wu, who was stunned and looked at him, and said, "You can get drunk, but I can only play with wine." ”

Fang Wushuang's eyes widened slightly and said, "What the hell are you doing here?" ”

……

Check in on the first floor of the high potential inn, then go to the stable behind the inn to check the beans in the trough, and then go back to the hall on the first floor of the inn to have some food, and then return to the guest room on the second floor.

Gao Qian's room was next door to Cen Chi's room, and before he approached his room, he smelled a strong smell of wine in the hallway, so strong that it could no longer be called mellow.

Gao Qian has not been drinking for almost three months, and he has actually endured it hard, but for the sake of the prime minister's entrustment, there is no doubt that he will choose to continue to endure it, but this makes him very sensitive to the smell of wine.

Realizing a certain situation, Gao Qian didn't ask anything, and directly pushed open the door of Cen Chi's room, and then he saw two people lying on the table who were already drunk, and several wine jars rolled down on the ground, and the wine was spilled everywhere.

Seeing that the middle-aged Taoist Fang Wu slipped from the chair to the bottom of the table, holding the table legs and snoring, he was obviously drunk and unconscious.

Cen Chi, who could still sit firmly on the table, seemed to be lightly drunk, lying on the table with his face facing inward, his throat seemed to be humming some tune in a low voice, one hand stretched forward, and his fingers were hooked with the tether of a wine jar.

"Sir, what's the matter? Such overdrinking is harmful to the body. Gao Qian walked into the house, and the next step was to remove the wine jar in Cen Chi's hand.

Unexpectedly, his hand had just touched the edge of the wine jar, and Cen Chi, who was lying on the table with his face facing inward, suddenly turned his head, and at the same time, his hand that was just touching the rope of the wine jar bent his five fingers and grasped the jar more firmly in his hand. He stared at Gao Qian, word by word, and said as if he was drunk: "The old way is no longer good, you come to drink with me!" ”

"This is not good, the responsibility below is to protect Mr., not to accompany Mr. to drink and hurt himself." Gao Qian verbally refused, and tried to take away the wine jar from Cen Chi's hand again.

This time, he got it easily.

Because Cen Chi suddenly took the initiative to let go of his hand.

Gao Qian was slightly stunned holding half a jar of wine, and then he saw Cen Chi slap open the sealing mud of a jar of new wine.

"If you don't have anyone to accompany you, you might be more comfortable pouring yourself a drink." As soon as the words fell, Cen Chi lifted the wine jar, and poured it violently, and soon half of the jar of wine was empty.

Watching this scene, Gao Qian only felt a little frightened, and at the same time, he also vaguely realized that if he wanted to ask something from Cen Chi at this time, such as asking Cen Chi why he suddenly drank so violently, Cen Chi was most likely reluctant to say more.

- Actually, he should have been aware of a problem, but because he saw that Cen Chi's drinking speed was too intense, he had to find a way to persuade him to drink first, so he ignored the strange atmosphere hidden in the rich smell of alcohol.

Shifting his gaze slightly, Gao Qian refocused his gaze on the bottom of the table, moved a chair, squatted on the edge of the table, broke Fang Wu's fingers holding the table legs, pulled him up from under the table, and helped him to the side of the chair to sit down.

After a little hesitation, Gao Qian picked up the half jar of wine that he had just snatched from Cen Chi's hand, but instead of pouring it into his throat, he turned his wrist and poured all the wine on Fang Wu's face with the wine jar.

The wine is still mellow, but if it is not drunk in the stomach, but splashed on the face, the cold skin-friendly feeling is similar to water.

Fang Wu really came to his senses, his eyes were half-open, and before he could see who was standing in front of him, he heard a familiar voice coming: "Mr. Fang, what's wrong with all of you?" Why do you suddenly drink too much? ”

Fang Wu shook his head and said, "Good wine can't be wasted. As soon as he said that, he stuck out his tongue and licked a few drops of wine hanging from his lips, which had just been soaked when Gao Qian poured wine on him to wake up.

Gao Qian sighed, and was about to ask again, when he suddenly heard the sound of the wine jar breaking from behind.

Immediately afterwards, Cen Chi's cough came.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

The wine jar in Cen Chi's hand had been smashed into pieces, and the hand he was holding the wine jar was pressed tightly under his ribs at this time, coughing up a mouthful of blood, his lips were red, and the placket wet with wine soon became a dazzling red color.

Rao is high diving has several lives under his hands, and when he saw the scene in front of him at this time, he was still inexplicably frightened.

It's just because this qiē came too suddenly.

"Let you have a drink with me, you...... Cough...... You don't want to ......" Cen Chi's face gradually distorted because of the pain that erupted in his body, slightly hideous, he coughed for a while, and with great difficulty, he swallowed some cough, then looked at Gao Qian, who was standing on the opposite side, and gasped and said, "There is no chance...... You're just thinking about ...... There's no chance......"

The words "no chance" have two meanings in the impression of high potential.

An ordinary meaning, but just a miss of chance; There is also a special meaning, which exaggerates a sense of crisis.

But at this time, Gao Qian looked at the situation in front of him, and the four words "no chance" hoarsely came out of Cen Chi's throat, which not only seemed to refer to drinking, but also seemed to vaguely reveal another meaning. However, with just the two people in the house who were intoxicated with drinking dreams, how could they move him to dive high?

Even if the strength of wine can strengthen people's courage and increase their reckless strength, but he is the head of the ten generals of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the defense of the enemy is based on martial arts, not to mention two drunken madmen, that is, twenty more drunken madmen, are not his opponents.

What's more, at this time, Cen Chi, who didn't know martial arts, was in a state of poison again, and he was already a wasted person.

Therefore, after Gao Qian was stunned for a short time, he turned around and looked at Fang Wu who was drunk and slumped in the chair. According to Gao Qian's understanding, Fang Wu has martial arts to hide, but he almost never reveals it, so in this somewhat strange environment in the inn room at this time, Gao Qian's vigilance against Fang Wu will be higher.

Another point is that if Cen Chi is really poisoned, then the only way to save his life is to find a way to make Fang Wu have no shots.

However, when he looked back at Fang Wu, he saw that the Daoist did not look awake at all.

The Taoist also seemed to see Cen Chi who was coughing up blood at this time, but in his drunken and misty eyes, Cen Chi was not coughing up blood, but spitting wine, so he just slapped the armrest of the chair indiscriminately, and shouted intermittently: "Just drink and vomit, spoil!" Waste ......"

"Mr. Cen is poisoned, Mr. Fang, wake up quickly, is there any way to suppress the poison first?" Gao Qian ignored Fang Wu's drunken nonsense, and just slapped his face with his hand while calling him.

At this moment, Gao Qian's love is still relatively calm.

However, sitting two steps away behind Gao Qian, Cen Chi, who was coughing up blood, looked at the scene in front of him and frowned. His spirit was still very clear, but his emotions were a little fluctuating, not because of the pain in his body, but because he was a little anxious about one thing.

The hesitation was only in an instant, and Cen Chi's figure deviated to the left and fell from the chair.

Hearing a muffled sound of "bang" from behind, Gao Qian's eyes turned around, and he saw Cen Chi fall under the table, and the situation was unknown.

Gao Qian had to let go of Fang Wu's side for the time being, and ran under the table.

"Sir!" Gao Qian squatted down at the table, grabbed one of Cen Chi's arms like he had just dragged Fang Wushi, and wanted to pull him up from under the table.

And at the same time as Gao Qian grabbed Cen Chi's forearm and lifted it up, he suddenly felt that the body under his hand, which should have become very heavy due to the poisonous coma, was suddenly as light as a flying feather...... Fly to him!

Falling off the chair was originally Cen Chi's control of his body and acting, not because of fainting.

So after his body hit the ground, the hand that was pressed under one side of his body had actually gathered his strength to support the ground. Just crouch down at the table and pull him again, and he'll leap to his feet.

If Gao Qian hadn't squatted down, Cen Chi might have been a little hesitant.

But Gao Qian really squatted down as expected, and Cen Chi would not give up this opportunity!

"Bang!"

Cen Chi used all his strength to jump up, like an octopus, hanging on Gao Qian's body, and pressed him to the ground.

People who practice martial arts initially practice the lower plate, usually standing up, as for when squatting, the lower plate is still unstable, and the ratio between this yes and no is a little hanging. Cen Chi only had a gamble, according to what he knew, in the face of external attacks, most martial arts practitioners were not as stable as when they were standing, but they didn't know how accurate this routine could be on Gao Qian.

But apart from this opportunity, he couldn't find any other attack opportunities in the high dive.

So he can only bet!

"Old way!"

While pounced on the high dive like a wolf, Cen Chi roared.

When Cen Chi suddenly counterattacked, Gao Qian was surprised for a moment, but as the head of the ten generals of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he had received a lot of training, and he had also seen a variety of emergencies when he traveled with the Prime Minister, so in the face of the unexpected situation in the inn room today, he could quickly calm down and clearly smell a trace of danger.

What threat can a waste person who doesn't know martial arts pose to himself?

If it weren't for the prime minister's order there, it would be superfluous to kill this scholar who suddenly became troubled.

As for the middle-aged Taoist, maybe he would have some tricks, but with only a pair of fleshy palms, it would be difficult to avoid his ten moves.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Gao Qian's mouth, from squatting to standing up, his figure was indeed unstable, but it was not so bad that he would be pounced on by Cen Chi, who had no martial arts foundation. Not only did he not fall, but he also did not let go of the hand holding Cen Chi, but his five fingers were like a pair of pig iron pliers, suddenly tightening by three points, and the hand bone of Cen Chi's right arm was "Gege" softly, and it was constantly cracked.

And just when Cen Chi's right forearm was about to be broken off by Gao Qian, the sky suddenly swelled with a piece of white powder!

Gao Qian subconsciously closed his eyes, and the strength of the five fingers of Cen Chi's arm slowed slightly, and then he smelled a faint aroma of flour......

It's actually flour!

Gao Qian realized that he had been fooled, and before he opened his eyes, the five fingers that were grabbing Cen Chi's forearm had already exerted force in advance. He had already realized that this scholar who was similar to waste in his eyes was actually extremely insidious and cunning, and he regretted it a little, he should have been more ruthless just now, and directly abolished this person with one palm, instead of just fighting with one arm.

But his realization was half a beat after all.

At the same time that Cen Chi was snorting in pain beside him, Gao Qian also felt the coldness on his neck.

This coolness is thinner than a blade, so it also makes Gao Qian even more uneasy.

He vaguely remembered what kind of artifact it could give people a feeling, but he couldn't remember it very clearly......

This is because he used to watch this kind of object stalk to others, but today he is experiencing for the first time what it feels like to be wrapped around his neck.

"Die!"

A roar beside him!

The voice still came from the scholar who usually looked modest, gentle, thin, and sick...... Cen Chi!

"You!" The moment he opened his eyes in the white mist of high potential, he also roared angrily, like a beast falling into a trap.

But he only had time to roar.

Wrapped around the neck of the high dive is a silk string as thin as silk, but tougher than iron wire, if it were not for the blood on the string, the naked eye may not be able to see clearly.

But no matter what, once such a seemingly thin thread wraps around the neck of the high dive and is strangled in the skin with a certain elasticity, even if the high dive has a dagger hidden in his sleeve, it is impossible for him to swing the dagger to cut the neck and break the string.

What's more, Cen Chi obviously won't give him this opportunity.

The sharp pain of the fracture of his right arm and the colic pain of the poison under the ribs all hit his spirit, almost making Cen Chi faint, but he knew that things had only reached the most critical point of the instant reversal of victory and defeat at this time, and he couldn't relax a bite, so he didn't hesitate to bite the tip of his tongue, full of salty just to refresh himself with this third sharp pain closest to the brain nerves!

While fighting the pain, his relatively intact left sleeve danced wildly, and a little bit of white light flew through the gap, and with only one chance, he successfully wrapped around Gao Qian's neck.

He is like a young man who has never lassoed a horse, but with only one shot, he has caught a fierce horse that is going mad in anger.

This time, he's also gambling!

If he doesn't shoot on the right track, he will face a cliff with no place to die, and he will not have a chance to shoot.

Maybe it's too close, maybe it's another kind of providence that helps his hand, which usually only holds a pen and dances to write, suddenly has the ability to strike!

"Ka..."

Cen Chi flexed the thumb of his left hand, pressed the edge of the small box in his hand, and directly pressed it down, and then he let go of his hand.

The small box broke away from the control of Cen Chi's palm, but it did not become a dead thing, and after a slight abnormal sound, it began to automatically tighten the filament that was "spit out" from the box. But because the other end of the filament was wrapped around a person's neck, the weight of the box obviously couldn't hold a young man, so it could only fly out upside down and stick to his neck.

Despite this, the silk threads in the box did not stop and continued to tighten, and the silk strings were stretched to the limit, and a metallic sound of machine springs grinding each other came out of the box.

The other end of the silk string had already streaked a deep streak of blood on the soft neck of the high submer's skin.

The Adam's apple was locked, unable to speak, the largest blood vessels in the neck and the breathing trachea were tightened, and there was already a void in the mind of the high submersion.

However, just before he was about to lose consciousness and Cen Chi was about to really succeed, the sound of the metal plate of the machine spring inside the small box rubbing was close to his ears, giving Gao Qian a hint......

This should be regarded as Cen Chi's biggest omission in the whole plan of "strangling high diving".

But this mistake cannot be regarded as Cen Chi's omission.

Because even the officials of the Ministry of Industry who presided over the production of this box could not have expected that he was just a general in the Prime Minister's Mansion who could know the trick of destroying this artifact!

Gao Qian finally remembered what was wrapped around his neck and where its weaknesses were.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and flew up and kicked Cen Chi out of the way by his side, and at the same time, one of his hands had reached into his sleeve and pulled out the sharp dagger that was tied to his forearm.

His other hand grabbed his neck indiscriminately, grasped the body of the box that spit out the silk strings, and once he was sure that he was holding it correctly, the short dagger he was holding with his other hand immediately cut horizontally!

At the moment before the brain was deprived of oxygen and ischemia, and he was about to lose consciousness, Gao Qian's dagger could still be cut so accurately, which shows how meticulous his martial arts cultivation is, how terrifying.

You must know that with the sharpness of that dagger, as long as the tip of the knife that cut through the skin of the neck just now is shifted by one more inch, then as the small box is cut, the large blood vessels of the left neck of the high potential will not be spared.

If things really develop to this point, the result of Gao Qian's dagger swing will not be self-help, but self-killing.

However, the past decades of continuous training of martial arts skills have finally helped Gao Diver at this critical moment. As the skin on his neck was cut by the sharp dagger, and the hand holding the box was also cut off by half of his index finger, blood splattered between his neck, and at the same time, the shattered remains of the lockthroat box were shattered and splashed.

The small box, which is spliced tightly on the outside, still has a very fine middle seam, which is a trace that cannot be wiped out by handmade zuò, and it is also the most vulnerable place of the solidified box.

Gao Qian wielded the dagger that could break the gold, although only half of the blade was slashed at this slit of the box, but with the strength of his wrist, the sharp blade was enough to split the small box in two.

Half of Gao Qian's neck was blurred by blood, but in fact it was only a layer of flesh, most of which came from his finger that had been severed along with the throat box. Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the broken finger is the index finger that is more useful, but the sharp pain of this broken finger has accelerated the speed of the high potential mind.

Not only did he quickly recover his spirit, but the sharp pain of exaggerating blood aroused a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes, and the killing intent gradually rose.

If Cen Chi was determined to murder him, he would no longer show mercy.

Cen Chi was kicked by Gao Qian's kick just now, and his body, which had no martial arts foundation, fell directly out of five steps, rushed away from two jars of unopened bamboo leaf green wine, and fell into the bed placed next to the wall in the room, and broke a bed board through a thick layer of cotton wool.

Cen Chi lay on the bed and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and the blood gradually turned pink. At the same time as he cracked the bed board, two ribs in his chest were also cracked, and his whole body was like falling apart, and he didn't even have the strength to turn over.

He didn't see the high dive with the blood-dripping dagger behind his back and his eyes showing a fierce light.

But Fang Wu, a middle-aged Taoist sitting on a chair three steps behind Gao Qian, saw this scene, the smell of wine in his eyes suddenly dissipated, his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly shouted: "Fierce slave! ”

As soon as the words fell, a crisp and somewhat piercing sword drawing sound came.

The white light was like scales, the sword qi cut through the wind curtain, Fang Wu grabbed the seven-inch and quarter-long Hidden Blade with one hand, jumped up directly from the chair, and attacked the back of the high dive!

Before the high dive could turn around, he rolled directly to the ground to avoid the thorn. Dodging to another corner of the room, looking at Fang Wu, the Taoist who was holding a sword and had already prepared a move, Gao Qian sneered: "It's really hard that you have been hiding for so long, seeing that Mr. Cen is also making up for the end of the matter, Mr. Fang, you are so anxious, then let Gao give you a ride first." ”

Fang Wu suddenly unleashed his sword just now, and his murderous intent was revealed, as fast as lightning, but after a move, at this moment, he looked at the thick killing intent in Gao Qian's eyes, and he slowed down again. Listening to the words that Gao Qian's intention to kill was already very clear, Fang Wu suddenly smiled, this smile had no emotion, but it successfully slowed down Gao Qian's action of holding the dagger.

"Gao Qian, you are the general of the Prime Minister's Mansion and the killer of the Prime Minister. You have a lot of bloodshed on your hands, and if the prime minister wants to abandon you, he needs almost no excuses. Fang Wu said calmly, "Even if you are not afraid of the Prime Minister's blame, you must kill Cen Chi, but don't you want to know why he killed you today?" Perhaps knowing his motives for killing you will make you less punished when you return to the Prime Minister's Mansion. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your advice." Gao Qian's face also showed a hint of a smile, not only was there no emotional temperature, this smile also touched a few blood-stained wrinkles on his face, revealing a slightly hideous look, "Mr. Fang is really a good person. ”

Fang Wuyan didn't hear this, a look of hesitation quickly flashed on his face, he didn't speak again, but his eyes gradually condensed.

"However, Mr. Fang is obviously more afraid of death than Mr. Cen." Gao Qian's hand holding the dagger, the cyan meridians on the back of his hand gradually protruded, revealing the strength of his grip on the murder weapon, as well as his determination at the moment before he started, "Gao Mou abolished you first, so naturally you can get whatever you want." ”

When Gao Qian only said the word "waste" in the second half of the sentence, his front foot had already taken a step...... When he finished saying the last word of the sentence, the dagger in his hand had already stabbed three feet in front of Fang Wu's neck!

Fang Wuzhu stood in place, as if he was shocked by the momentum of Gao Qian's swift stab. However, when the high dive got closer and closer to him, only a foot away, he finally moved.

He held the hand of the Hidden Blade and slashed it at a speed of high submersible contempt.

At the same time, the sleeves of his coat that hung down to one side suddenly bulged and waved!

Gao Qian remembered that the lump of flour just now was the trick of this man, so he just half-squinted, left a slit in his eyelids, stared at the vital point of the Taoist's neck, and stabbed the dagger in his hand without condensation.

"Bang ......"

"Ding!"

A muffled sound, a crisp sound, came at the same time.

A cloud of white powder swelled and exploded between Fang Wu and Gao Qian, and in the powder mist, Fang Wu's Hidden Blade and Gao Qian's dagger flew out together, obviously from the fierce collision just now.

After being bounced off, Gao Qian's Ricco Gold Dagger was directly nailed to a wall in the opposite direction, while Fang Wu's Hidden Blade was cut in two by the dagger, and it bounced out of the powder mist and fell to the ground.

Immediately after, Fang Wu and Gao Qian's figures each retreated from the powder mist and took three steps back in the opposite direction of each other.

Fang Wu let go of the sleeves of the broad robe that was covering his eyes, his face was gloomy, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Although he had long known how sharp the dagger Gao Qian had hidden in his sleeve was, so he had carefully prepared a dagger that he was expected to be able to compete with, but it was not until today that the sword and dagger were offset that he truly appreciated the power of that dagger