Although Yuwenxi didn't say who came out of the mountain, Yan Hongtu knew in his heart who that person was, and he also knew very well what it would mean if that person really came out of the mountain? Over the years, Yan Hongtu has not been able to sleep soundly at night, just because of his fear of this person. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, if he left the mountain, why did he have to wait until now, and where had he gone all these years?

Didn't Yuwenxi deliberately say this before he died, in order to scratch his mind?

No way, Yuwenxi didn't have to do this.

But......

Thinking of this, Yan Hongtu's heart became more and more chaotic.

Yan Hongtu suddenly shouted outside the door: "Pigeon! ”

A purple-clothed man who was already soaked immediately flashed in from outside the door, and although he ran all the way and did not dare to delay at all, he waited outside the door for half an hour at this moment. His name is Pigeon, which can be said to be a case file of Yan Hongtu, which can be drawn out at any time when needed.

Yan Hongtu said in a deep voice: "What about the news you brought back?" ”

The pigeon tore open his shirt, revealing his slatted chest, and on his left rib there was a scar half an inch long, which had scabbed over and the needle and thread were still visible, as if it were a hideous and terrible totem. He didn't hesitate, his hand flipped over, the knife was already in his hand, and in a flash of blue light, the knife actually slashed at his own left rib.

Blood splattered!

The pigeon bent down and groped for a while, and pulled out a scroll from his left rib, and his face was twisted in pain, but everyone in the compound turned a blind eye, and no one thought that his secrecy was too harsh.

Accurate intelligence has been the most important key to victory before a decisive battle since ancient times.

At this moment, this note is in Yan Hongtu's hands.

The information is made of a special kind of paper, which is stained with blood, but the words are still legible, which shows the meticulousness of the producer's mind and ingenuity.

Yan Hongtu's face flickered, and the green tendons on his wrists had flaret up one by one due to nervousness.

What is this news that can make this tyrant so shocked?

Yan Hongtu looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, after waiting for so many years, it's finally time to come!" ”

With that, Yan Hongtu walked into the house and gently covered the door.

Spread out on the desk is a dossier, which contains all the information about Jiang Yuqiao collected by Changlemen.

In fact, even if he doesn't collect it, Yan Hongtu knows about Jiang Yuqiao, after all, Jiang Yuqiao is already a famous figure in the rivers and lakes, not to mention that he has also fought with Jiang Yuqiao and knows that his martial arts are unfathomable.

It's just that Yan Hongtu has always been cautious in doing things, and the information he collected is more detailed.

After a long time, Yan Hongtu seemed to have made up his mind, and muttered to himself: "If you can move him and join forces, you should not be afraid of him." ”

Yan Hongtu said that the two "he", but obviously these two "he" are not the same person.

In the evening, Yan Hongtu was sitting on the Taishi's chair, using a knife to pick his toes. He had just taken a hot bath, changed into a silk brocade robe, and had eaten a bowl of freshly stewed bird's nest. At the moment, he was in a very comfortable mood.

The mood of the Eight King Kongs was not comfortable at all, they had been standing in front of Yan Hongtu for a long time.

Yan Hongtu likes others to be like this in front of him, no matter who he is, if he stands like this for a long time, his will will inevitably collapse, and what he says will naturally be more true.

Yan Hongtu asked leisurely: "Old Seven, do you think I should go to see Jiang Yuqiao?" ”

The old seventh of the Eight Great King Kongs bowed his head and said, "Door master, I don't know!" ”

Yan Hongtu's knife-like gaze stared at Lao Qi, as if he wanted to see his heart all the time.

Lao Qi only met this gaze, and he didn't even dare to blink. He knew that as long as his spirit slackened a little, he wouldn't want to walk out of this hall alive today.

Yan Hongtu asked the others again: "You say, should I go to see him?" ”

Although Yan Hongtu asked everyone what he said, his eyes were looking at the sixth child.

The sixth said lightly: "Door master, you should see him." ”

Yan Hongtu glared at the sixth child: "Why?" ”

Lao Liu said: "No, why. ”

This is not an answer, but Yan Hongtu seems to be very satisfied. He straightened up and ordered in a loud voice: "Tomorrow at noon, we will go to the dart bureau to meet Jiang Yuqiao." ”

came out of Yan Hongtu, and the seventh and sixth walked side by side in the flower outline.

Among the Eight King Kongs, the two of them can still talk, it is a pleasant season, but the mood of the seventh is not happy at all.

Lao Qi was puzzled: "I really don't understand, why every time you say something, the door master always thinks it's right?" ”

The sixth glanced at the seventh and said, "Do you think that's all my idea?" ”

Lao Qi was surprised: "Isn't it?" ”

The sixth shook his head and said, "You are wrong, in fact, it was all his own idea, I just said it for him." ”

Lao Qi was stunned and said, "Why did he do this?" ”

The sixth asked rhetorically, "Do you think the master of the door is a moody person?" ”

Lao Qi glanced left and right and whispered, "Isn't it?" ”

The sixth seemed to care if anyone was eavesdropping, and smiled: "He is like that, just to better control us." ”

Lao Qi didn't understand.

The sixth explained: "If those ideas work, the credit belongs to the master; If not, you will resent me, and the usual master of the door obeys me everywhere, you will inevitably be more jealous of me, only the constant internal strife, causing division, and we who have lost our centripetal force will be easily controlled by him. ”

Lao Qi couldn't help but sigh: "What an old fox." ”

The sixth child also sighed and said, "It's not just an old fox, it's just an old fox with fangs and can fly." ”

Lao Qi asked again: "Then why do you have to endure humiliation like this, what are you trying to do?"

The sixth kept his mouth shut this time.

……

"Zhang Gongzi, you taste, is this the kind of wine you are talking about?" Dong Fei handed over a glass of wine mysteriously with a face full of mystery.

"It's finished?" Zhang Baoer was pleasantly surprised.

"I don't know, I'm just trying to do what you want!"

Zhang Baoer took the wine glass and carefully said: "Yes, crystal clear and transparent without impurities." Shopkeeper Dong, how did you do it? ”

"Speaking of which, it was the shopkeeper Cen who reminded me, and he told me about Yang Ke's production of rose fragrance. I made a special trip to consult Yang Ke and learned that his rose dew was made by steaming. So, I was inspired to make this sake by steaming it too! ”

Zhang Bao'er took a sip and then tasted it carefully, and said with a smile after a long time: "Yes, this first step is a success!" ”

"What? Is this the first step? Dong Fei wondered.

Zhang Baoer didn't answer, but asked rhetorically: "Shopkeeper Dong, how many times have you steamed this wine?" ”

"Again!"

"How many catties of miscellaneous wine do you need to steam this pound of wine?"

Dong Fei thought for a while and said, "It's about five catties!" ”

Zhang Bao'er smiled and said, "Here's the problem. ”