Like a buffalo soaring into the air, the big man jumping in the air on one leg almost obscured everything in Changsun Hong's field of vision, and the bright knife slashed down on the head.

That kind of force, even if it's a stone, can split it.

Changsun Hong threw out the dwarf bag in his hand, and his body fell back, and his body that had been struggling for more than half a year showed the effect of exercise at this moment, when the knife broke through the wooden dwarf like a bamboo, and slashed on the ground when the sparks were splashed, Changsun Hong had already run out more than a foot away.

"Where is the thief!" The big man shouted violently, extremely angry at the cunning Changsun Hong's escape, flicked one leg on the ground, and pounced again.

But the one-legged jump is always limited in strength, and most of the tibia has been broken when the leg was hit by the inkstone, and the vigorous activity involving the injury will affect the amplitude to some extent, and the man's movements are certainly not as flexible as Changsun Hong.

So Changsun Hong's second dodge fled farther, and what was especially odious was that he looked back while fleeing.

"Here, here!" The eldest grandson Hong shouted loudly, beckoning the messengers who came in a stream: "There is one here!" ”

The big man pinched the hilt of the knife, and the sweat on his face flowed down, washing away the oil paint, which was colorful, making him look even more terrifying.

He paused, glanced hatefully at Changsun Hong, who was shouting and running wildly, looked at the messenger who was getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth, turned his head and ran towards the stage that had been killed into a pot of porridge.

But it was already too late, and the delay in chasing and killing Changsun Hong was only a short breath, but it was enough for the guards to react.

Several wolf-tooth arrows whistled from several different directions, the archers opened their bows and shot arrows, the big man waved his knives, and blocked two, but only two, and the rest, all of them were shot into his vest with a loud sound.

The metal arrow entered from the back of the heart and leaked out from the front chest, soaring up several columns of blood, and the big man made two "hehe" sounds in his throat, and fell to the ground with a bang, not moving.

The battle on the stage has also come to an end, and after the guards who climbed up from all sides of the platform paid a few lives, they surrounded the two people who killed them, and poked them with knives, and the two were instantly separated.

The chaos caused by the three assassins, in a short time, was suppressed.

Several people died, all of whom were officials from Taishang Prefecture and County, who were hacked to death by the assassins before the guards went up, but the most important people, Li Jie, Ding Pi, Grandmaster Dao and others, were unharmed.

The moment the assassins jumped off the stage with their knives in a flash, it caused panic in the audience, and the audience was like frightened chickens and ducks, which exploded in an instant, like a tsunami of mudslides, swarming out from various exits, trampling and squeezing, many people were injured, the mass chaos was uncontrollable, and the panicked escape of thousands of people completely ended the Wenhui.

In order to prevent more Assassins from mixing in the crowd, Grandmaster Dao, as the host, stepped forward as the host, and commanded the guards to surround the guest of honor table like an iron bucket, and then found Li Jie and Ding Tong from the crowded crowd of officials, and escorted them away.

The soldiers who were on the verge of the enemy paid attention to the officers, and although no other assassins appeared except for the three who were killed, they were still fortified step by step, and several layers of protection were tightly guarded inside and outside.

As for the main participants of the literary society--- the students of the various academies, no one paid attention.

They either ran away among the fleeing people, or they trembled and squatted with their heads in their hands, and did not dare to move until the matter was determined.

Changsun Hong naturally belongs to the former type, and he runs faster than any student.

Moreover, they rushed directly back to the city, and along the way, they encountered a large number of officers and soldiers who rushed out of the city, wearing helmets and armor, rushing in the direction of the venue.

Changsun Hong returned directly to Ruifuxiang, Ran Pu hadn't come back yet, he was probably still on the way, and his reaction was not as fast as Changsun Hong.

Ran Daqi was still outside the venue, and he also had a lot of leaflets, and when the assassination began, it had not been distributed, and the flow of people who ran out was wrapped, and I didn't know which side it was on at this time.

In fact, in terms of the degree of fright, Changsun Hong was greater than any of them.

The assassin man who was still singing a moment before with oil paint on his face, the knife he slashed at was only a slap or two away from his neck, if he hadn't broken the assassin's leg first, maybe Changsun Hong would not be able to breathe now.

But why did you wave the inkstone out at that time?

Changsun Hong took the tea handed over by Ran Hu, took a sip, and his violently beating heart calmed down a little, but he was never able to answer this question, was it instinct?

Ran Hu was guarding the shop in the shop, not knowing what was happening at the venue, and asked with a smile: "Second owner, can you be in the limelight at the literary meeting?" ”

Thunder? Changsun Hong smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said, "The limelight is so big, I almost lost my life." ”

"Huh?" Ran Hu is strange and doesn't know why.

The eldest grandson Hong was too lazy to explain it to him, anyway, when Ran Daqi came back, he would inevitably add oil and vinegar to the whole process and explain it like a storyteller.

He casually said a few perfunctory words, and then walked to the backyard, startled, and had to be suppressed by diverting his attention.

Sai Wenkui's advertisement at the Wenhui was not very effective because of the relationship between the assassins, he had to hurry up and make a batch of them, the more and faster they produced, the greater the market share, this is the law.

Rui Fuxiang's backyard workshop has basically been decided by Changsun Hong, because Sai Wenkui is the only one who can build it, and the chemical pulping method is still a secret that only he has mastered, and he will not tell others the formula until he has full control of the store.

The workers worked day and night, the mining of ore has been made public, and it is just sent by the shops, and when it is time to mix the pulp, everyone must go out, except for Changsun Hong, who remains on the edge of the pulp pond.

The process after the slurry is unchanged, as before, Changsun Hong put aside Ran Hu, and when he walked to the backyard, the workers were screening and drying.

The first pool of pulp will almost be shipped in a few days, and it will be sent out according to the meaning of Changsun Hong, and then the second and third pools will be boiled, and when it really makes money, it will start.

The workers admired Changsun Hong very much, and felt that he had magic power, and wood could actually be pulped, unheard of, unprecedented, and when they saw him come in, they all respectfully shouted: "Second owner!" ”

The eldest grandson Hong is actually a little resistant to the title of "second owner", and the second child always sounds a little wrong, but everyone shouts like this, and there is no way.

The white and viscous pulp is fished up from the pool, dried into shapes, cooled and then crushed, the process is meticulous, Changsun Hong stares at the movements of the workers, reminding a few words from time to time, wondering whether it is possible to improve some efficiency.

After staying in the workshop for a short time, the wooden door separating the front and back yards was pushed open with a "creak".

Ran Pu's head poked in, saw Changsun Hong squatting inside, and shouted: "Here, here, my lord, Erlang is here." ”

Hearing this, the eldest grandson Hong raised his head and saw Wang Gui, the head of the county government team who pushed the door in.

As soon as he stood up, before he had time to say hello, Wang Gui, who hurried in, opened his mouth first.

"Oops! Brother Changsun, you are still here to relax, Lord Zhizhou and Lord County are looking for you in all directions, but you are here! Quick, quick, quick, come with me! ”

He hurried over in a hurry, wanting to reach out to pull, but his hand stopped in the air, thought about it, changed it to a gesture of please, bent down, and smiled humbly: "Little brother, please come with me." ”

(End of chapter)