There are only two guards in the courtyard, Shen Leng eliminated these two guys and strode towards the house, someone in the room asked what was so noisy, Shen Leng replied His Royal Highness the Prince of the World has a please, then Mr. Yuan said in a daze and waited outside to let me get dressed.

Shen Leng pushed the door in directly, Mr. Yuan was startled, and then he was angry: "Where did you come from, an unruly subordinate!" ”

Shen Leng turned around and closed the door with a serious face: "Nonsense, why is there no rules, didn't I close the door." ”

He glanced at Gu Le, Gu Le then nodded and strode over, went up and directly pinched Mr. Yuan's chin, shook it left and right, and then took his chin off.

Gu Le: "Say, you don't want to harm people when you come to Shizi Manor." ”

After he finished asking, Shen Leng was stunned: "Huh? ”

Gu Le looked at Yuan Zhidong's chin and suddenly became embarrassed: "There are occasional mistakes." ”

He looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and pointed over there: "In the past, write down the purpose of your coming to see the prince Li Xiaoran, what you want to plan and what bad things you want to do, and write it clearly one stroke at a time...... I know you're reluctant to write, but please think about one thing, we can't afford to be in your room for too long, so our patience must be limited. ”

Gu Le turned the dagger out and slashed it on Yuan Zhidong's thigh, this time it was not deep but very long, Yuan Zhidong's face turned pale in an instant, and the anger in his eyes all dissipated without a trace, leaving only horror.

Gu Le didn't stop, but slashed again, and the two knives drew a cross on Yuan Zhidong's thigh.

"The fastest speed at which I peel a human skin is the time of a stick of incense, from the cross knife edge to peel it around, as long as the knife is fast enough, I am fast enough, after the peeling you are still alive, you can see your bloody appearance."

Yuan Zhidong shuddered violently.

Gu Le pointed to the other side of the table: "Do you write or not?" ”

Yuan Zhidong nodded like crazy, moved over and sat down on the other side of the chair with difficulty, Gu Le tore a sheet and tied his thigh: "After I let go, you will bleed to death in less than half an hour, think about the consequences yourself." ”

Yuan Zhidong trembled and stretched out his left hand to pick up the brush, and was just about to write, Gu Le grabbed his left hand and pressed it on the table, and then poked down with a dagger and nailed his left hand to the table.

"Am I stupid? You write with your left hand so that you don't admit that you wrote it later, right, your first reaction after you were injured just now was to cover the wound with your right hand, which means that you are not left-handed...... I'll give you one last chance, I just said that patience is limited. ”

The flesh on Yuan Zhidong's face was trembling, obviously terrified to the extreme, he really deliberately wanted to write with his left hand, and he was a staff member under Mu Zhaotong in college, how could he not have a dim sum machine.

Shen Leng subconsciously glanced at Gu Le, and was even more amazed and surprised by Gu Le's keen mind.

Yuan Zhidong looked at Gu Le, his right hand holding the pen trembled and he could hardly put down the pen.

Gu Le pinched the little thumb of Yuan Zhidong's left hand and straightened it: "Don't pretend anymore, you are not afraid to the point where you can't write, let you write it down just to prepare for the future, in case one day when the scholar tears his face, your confession can be used, and your only chance to survive is to write honestly and then rush back to Chang'an City immediately, and quietly flee after picking up your family. ”

Yuan Zhidong began to write, but because his hands were shaking, every word was written very irregularly.

Gu Le reached out and took the piece of paper and tore it: "If there is a word that is not written seriously, I will cut off one of your fingers." ”

Yuan Zhidong met a person like Gu Le for the first time, and he thought he was smart enough to make suggestions and suggestions, but the other party didn't give him a chance to be smart at all, but he was ruthless enough, so ruthless that all his calculations and ideas had no chance to be used.

After about a stick of incense, this confession of only two or three hundred words was written, Gu Le looked at it and handed it to Shen Leng, and Shen Leng also read it carefully: "Let him sign and press his handprint." ”

Gu Le put the paper on the table again, grabbed Yuan Zhidong's hand and wiped it on the wound on his thigh, this time the painful Yuan Zhidong's body was twisted, Gu Le grabbed his hand and pressed his handprint: "Sign your name, Mr. Yuan, I guess you won't write your name wrong." ”

Hearing these three words of Mr. Yuan, Yuan Zhidong was completely defeated by the last bit of luck, wrote his name on the paper, and then collapsed there.

In fact, Shen Leng, how could they know what Mr. Yuan's name was.

Gu Le folded the paper and handed it to Shen Leng, then raised his hand and slashed Yuan Zhidong unconscious.

The two of them wrapped Yuan Zhidong with a quilt, Shen Leng took a pen in his left hand and wrote the word Xuanting on the quilt, Gu Le didn't understand what these two words meant but didn't ask much, the two of them carried Yuan Zhidong out of the door, Shen Leng raised his eyes and looked at the lotus pond water pavilion.

Not long after, Yuan Zhidong, who was wrapped in a quilt, was hung on the beam of the pavilion.

The two quickly left the lotus pond along the wooden bridge, and stopped at the same time as soon as they reached the edge of the lotus pond.

Yang Qibao was waiting on the side of the courtyard, still waving at them, and there was a black shadow standing behind Yang Qibao, very close to Yang Qibao, but Yang Qibao obviously didn't find anything.

Shen Leng and Gu Le glanced at each other, and Gu Le immediately pulled out the horizontal knife tied behind his back.

That person was like a ghost, and when he got close, Shen Leng could already see the smile on Yang Qibao's face, and this made it even more terrifying, which showed that Yang Qibao had not noticed the danger behind him until now.

If that person was willing, Yang Qibao had already become a corpse at this moment.

Yang Qibao's strength is naturally undoubted, he has followed Shen Leng these days, and Shen Leng can also see that his combat power is not inferior to his own, but now he is being approached by people without noticing it at all.

"Qibao, don't look back, move forward."

Shen Leng took out the black line knife and handed it to Gu Le, and walked forward with his hands raised: "Let him go, I'll go over." ”

This sentence was naturally not for Yang Qibao, it was not until this moment that Yang Qibao felt that something was wrong, he forgot what Shen Leng had just explained at this moment, and he turned around.

So a finger was pressed against his throat, it was just a finger, but Yang Qibao felt that it was an incomparably sharp long sword, as long as the other party exerted a little force, the blade would pierce his throat.

"Get your knife."

The man spoke suddenly.

Shen Leng stopped: "What? ”

"Take your sword, or he'll die."

Shen Leng turned around and asked for his black line knife, and walked towards the person step by step, the man withdrew his finger and said in a calm voice: "Let's go." ”

Yang Qibao took a step forward, then suddenly turned around, and drew the knife from behind his back with his right hand, his strength was very strong, very strong, and it was enough to make Shen Leng feel that he was on par with himself.

But he turned and drew his knife, which was less than an inch out of its scabbard, and the finger was there...... The finger tapped on the side of Yang Qibao's neck, and Yang Qibao felt as if he was directly penetrated by an iron drill in his neck, and fell down after a muffled snort.

Shen Leng rushed forward a little under his feet, and Yang Qibao's slowly falling figure continued to expand in Shen Leng's pupils.

At this moment, Shen Leng's blood almost exploded.

Out of the knife, a knife sweep.

The man only raised his hand when the blade was about to touch him, but he was faster than Shen Leng, his fingers flicked on Shen Leng's blade, and Shen Leng couldn't stabilize his body and rushed out to the side.

"Too slow."

The man shook his head slightly, as if disdainful.

Shen Leng slashed past with three knives in a row, the man just took a step back and let go of the three knives, the action was not superfluous at all, just right, and this avoided the three knives and at the same time could counterattack the shot, although it was only one blow, but Shen Leng could only retreat.

And he didn't have a weapon in his hand, just a left index finger.

"When you go out with too many ideas, more will be miscellaneous, and miscellaneous will be weaker."

The man took a step back, seemingly unmotivated to pursue the victory.

Shen Leng took a deep breath, pulled up his cuffs, untied the sandbag tied to his forearm and threw it on the ground, the sandbag fell to the ground with a thud, obviously not in line with the weight of the sandbag.

"Iron sand?"

The man's eyes lit up slightly, and he seemed to finally appreciate Shen Leng a little more.

Shen Leng threw the sandbag on the ground and shot again, this time the knife was fast and direct, his knife technique did not deliberately pursue the angle, nor was it fancy, every knife you can see where his target is, but most people in this world can't avoid it, because it's fast enough and heavy enough.

"It's a good knife."

The man dodged a few more knives, and once again reached out and flicked the knife, only to be led to Shen Leng's body to the side again.

"But nothing is absolute, your knife is very heavy, and it is very good with your straightforward knife technique, but there are also drawbacks, the knife is too heavy, and I only need a little bit of strength to make you unstable."

The man took a step forward, his left hand pointed at Shen Leng's throat, Shen Leng raised the horizontal knife to seal the empty door in front of him, but the moment the knife was raised, the man's fingers flicked up on the knife, and Shen Leng's knife involuntarily rushed up, and he couldn't control it.

Then the finger was on Shen Leng's throat, and it stopped at the touch of it.

The man withdrew his hand: "The knife technique is naïve, people follow the power of the knife, and it is strange that the knife can be controlled well." ”

After saying this, he turned around and left, Shen Leng looked at Yang Qibao who fell to the ground, his eyes were still blood-red, and he gritted his teeth and held the knife forward again.

"It's irrational, it's not as good as Shen Xiaosong boasted."

The man's body moved sideways to avoid Shen Leng, and then his fingers pointed out in a chain, and he clicked on Shen Leng's back seven or eight times, but it was only a breath.

"The character is impulsive and reckless, and the knife skills are simple and rough, which is not worthy of my apprenticeship."

The man shook his head slightly: "When your knife is like your arm, it is considered an introduction to knife techniques." ”

He kicked Yang Qibao lightly, and Yang Qibao sat up violently after an oh in his throat, looking purple, obviously holding his breath just now.

But the man had already drifted away: "If you don't leave, the guards in this manor can tear the three of you to pieces." ”

Shen Leng suddenly thought of one thing, the guards in the manor haven't shown up until now, is it really a group of wine bags and rice bags? Li Xiaoran is not really easy to fool, and it is impossible for a group of Jianghu masters to be unaware until now.

Then he looked at the man's back and bowed with his fists: "Thank you, senior." ”

"Let's go, we won't let you go next time."

The man opened the courtyard door and entered a small single courtyard, which was next door to the single courtyard where Yuan Zhidong lived.

Shen Leng pulled Yang Qibao by the hand: "Let's go." ”

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