"What are you looking at?"

At the moment when Jing Chong stared intently at the back of the girl who was gradually moving away, Nie Haiyuan and Zou Cang, the two super lewd men, also noticed his subtle changes at the same time.

"This black boy is not a good thing, seeing the appearance of people waiting to be released, eighty percent is tempted!"

Zou Cang hugged his shoulders with a smug look that could not escape the eyes, and raised a bar with Nie Haiyuan, instantly turning Jing Chong's face flushed with shame.

"Boy, aren't you really tempted, that little demon girl is not a good thing, especially her father Zhai Juan, but he is a well-known conspirator, and our village master has seen him retreat!"

Seeing Jing Chong's performance, Nie Haiyuan really got his heart into it, and slowly restrained his smile, but he became extremely dignified.

"It turns out that his name is Zhai Juan, but how can I see that his daughter has a knife on her back, and she still has a sense of familiarity!"

In fact, at this time, Jing Chong's mind was full of things that the girl was carrying, and he didn't notice the reaction of Nie Haiyuan and the others at all, so he also listened to the conversation between the two people intermittently, but fortunately, there were some important links that did not fall behind.

"Knife, what kind of knife? Don't you look at other people's figures? But having said that, this little girl looks good, but it's too young, and many places haven't developed yet, not the right taste!"

Zou Cang's slender neck stretched out his head and looked at Jing Chong's gaze, and he looked like he was incisively analyzed when he spoke, and he was not beaten.

"Figure, uncle, didn't you see the package on that girl's body?"

This time, Jing Chong scolded the two of them without any politeness, and then woke up the two of them with a word.

"It's like a knife! Could it be ......?"

Halfway through the words, Nie Haiyuan hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand to deny it, "No, no, although Zhai Juan's kid is insidious, he doesn't have the guts to steal knives, you know, this matter is clearly stipulated in the entire Blood Knife Village, the thief dies, how can he have the guts!"

After listening to Nie Haiyuan's firm statement, Jing Chong became even more hesitant, and at the same time, even the eager ecstasy that had just risen in his heart disappeared.

didn't dare to repay too much hope, he could only suppress the churning in his heart and once again regain the cold color he had before.

"Don't worry too much, I believe that as long as there is fate, your steel knife will come back!"

Nie Haiyuan didn't want to see Jing Chong's painful appearance, so he hurriedly spoke out to comfort him.

But at this moment, Mao Dahu, who had been walking at the forefront, also seemed to see the abnormality of the three of them, and slowly turned around.

"What are you muttering there?

Such a low voice suddenly made the three of them shrink their necks, and they no longer dared to talk nonsense, so they stuck out their tongues and hurriedly followed first.

In order not to add trouble to the master of the village, they did not say anything about Jing Chong's steel knife, let alone mention the slightest discovery just now.

The four of them didn't say a word all the way, and soon came to the end of the road, and came to the back mountain of the middle peak of the Langya Mountain Range.

The middle peak is full of green trees, strange rocks, and it is also a fairyland on earth between the smoke, the trickling stream falls down from the high mountain, the splashing mist spreads everywhere, and the wind blows to form bursts of empty smoke clouds rolling in, which suddenly adds a bit of mystery to this quiet mountain forest.

And being in this place is really refreshing and refreshing.

It's no wonder that the Giving Arts Hall is set up here, and the wonderful environment here alone is enough to make people calm and peaceful, and understand nature.

After some exclamation, what greeted the four people was a large gatehouse, the gatehouse here is different from the walled gate seen before, most of the walled gates of the blood knife village are built of wood, made of stones, most of the gatehouses like that are only made for practicality and rough, the pursuit of a heavy and solid.

And this place is different, the tall art hall gatehouse is made of finely carved square bricks and bluestone, although the gatehouse is not big, but it is also divided into two layers, the lower is the eye doorway, and the upper layer is inlaid with green tiles, it seems extraordinarily fresh and elegant, on the blue brick boulder, the huge gold plaque, the dragon flying phoenix dance is written with three big characters, "the art hall", simple three words, but contains endless mysteries, it is obvious that this is a person with a deep martial arts attainments to write out.

The large gatehouse occupies the passage of the hillside, which at first glance does not look like a mountain hall, but more like a checkpoint between the mountains and forests, but in this "checkpoint" is full of tall and wide pavilions.

At the gatehouse, there were two young men in simple and clean clothes standing on both sides, and when they saw four people arriving, one of them on the left took a step forward and stretched out his hand to stop several people, "Report the name of the comer!"

The slightly immature voice is full of momentum that is difficult to disobey, even in the face of an existence like Mao Dahu, there is still an indescribable arrogance.

However, after all, Mao Dahu is also a person who has experienced vicissitudes for a long time, and he also knows very well that the status of the Conferral Hall is respected and cannot be blasphemed, and it is normal for the disciples under his hall to have such an attitude, so not only did he not get angry when facing obstacles, but his face was full of smiles.

"The two little masters, Mao Dahu, the owner of the cottage in the ninth shed, led the disciples in the village to come to the art hall, and please be accommodating!"

Mao Dahu spoke very politely, but when he mentioned the ninth shed patrolling the cottage, it was obvious that he could feel the contempt on the faces of these two teenagers, and even Mao Dahu, the master of the village, was not worth mentioning in front of them, so when they looked at Jing Chong and the three of them, most of them were lightly picked at the corners of their mouths and had a playful look on their faces.

"In these years, even rats and pigs have become sperm, no matter what role they are, they want to take the opportunity to turn over!"

Finally, one of them couldn't help but smile and look at his companion, and laughed sarcastically.

"Yes, I really thought that this art hall had become a shelter, alas, I had to wait until I touched my nose to retreat back to my original position, but why bother!"

The other person also laughed for a while, shook his head and talked for a while, but he didn't pay too much attention to Mao Dahu.

"You say..."In the face of the ridicule of these two, Nie Haiyuan gritted his teeth and wanted to pounce on the theory, but as soon as the words came out, he was stopped by Mao Dahu with angry eyes

Fortunately, the two of them only cared about laughing and didn't care about the actions of a few people.

"Please raise your hands highly!"

Mao Dahu forced a smile, stepped forward and took a step closer, casually took out two ingots of silver from his sleeve and stuffed them into the hands of the two young men, and said flatteringly.

But seeing the silver in hand, the two teenagers suddenly changed their faces, and the two pairs of big eyes suddenly formed a crescent moon shape with a slight narrowing, and then saw the corners of the two mouths pick up a pair of small tiger teeth, and at the same time raised their voices and shouted, "Oh, it turned out to be the master of the patrol cottage, what kind of fragrant wind blew you here, don't hurry inside, please!"

The rapid change of attitude is staggering, and such behavior makes Jing Chong even more disgusted, but he knows that people are under the low eaves and have to bow their heads, many times it is the king of Hades who is good, and the little ghosts are difficult, and these little people are destined to be small people for the rest of their lives.

Thinking of this, Jing Chong could only forcibly endure it, secretly holding his breath, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he obediently followed Mao Dahu's steps and entered the gatehouse of the art hall.