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The night of the Dragon Boat Festival has the atmosphere of early summer.

The quietness of Wenqiao Lane and the noise of the garden party are in sharp contrast, and the explosion of the small courtyard did not alarm the ten households and nine empty alleys. The stage team of the pear garden, the lanterns of the dance and music workshop, the streets are crowded, and the Dragon Boat Festival is immersed in a playful atmosphere.

The moonlight quietly climbed up the willow tops, and joy and peace shrouded the entire city of Hangzhou, in stark contrast to the bloody slaughter in Wenqiao Lane. In places where the colorful red lanterns can't shine, a bloody life-and-death contest unfolds.

Song Zhao has encountered all kinds of ruthless bandits, but in fact, there are many more vicious and cruel guys than Chen Zhongqing. He had never met a monster as calm and rational as he was, almost cold-blooded. The weak scholar can break his neck with a little force, but the other party can make full use of the situation and fight a surprise ambush, this courage and courage are probably only worthy of the behind-the-scenes boss of Jufu Building. Song Zhao, who was as burly as King Kong Rakshasa, couldn't figure out what kind of scholar would carry Yin things such as short knives and lime with him?

He coughed, the air at the corners of his mouth was stained with a small patch of scarlet, and Song Zhao struggled to prop up his eyelids, staring at Chen Zhongqing with his only remaining eye. I want to work hard to see what this guy with a kind face like a Buddha and a poisonous snake and scorpion wants to do.

The moonlight was like flowing water, gently shrouded in the short knife, flashing with a sharp cold light.

"Mo Dao scholars have no courage, and a book of scriptures shakes Kunlun."

"A gentleman has all for himself, and then he asks for others."

"The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and mess up their actions......"

Chen Zhongqing whispered the poems and sentences in his mind while dragging Yang Ping's corpse to the corner, and now his biggest headache was how to deal with these two half-dead people. They have already seen their appearances, and they must not let these two gangsters continue to live, since Qin Shaoyou found them, then none of the masterminds behind the scenes can escape.

He was originally involved in the Bianliang conspiracy coup, how could he cause more trouble? Cutting the grass and leaving no trace is the creed to abide by.

The bloodied hand groped for a long time on Yang Ping's half-dead corpse, and finally found a small piece of bronze medal in his arms, on which was engraved with a flat character, and it was also stained with blood on the upper half. Chen Zhongqing took the bronze medal into his arms, grabbed the back of the other party's head, and slammed into a big bluestone in the corner of the wall.

While smashing, he scolded, "Doing this kind of work also carries an identity card, can you have some professional quality." ”

One, two, three...... Under the moonlight, there was only the sound of flesh and bones smashing on the stones, like the sorrow of the livestock in the hands of the butcher, and Song Zhao, who was directly opposite, watched the last trace of unwillingness and resentment left on his face before the death of his sworn brother, until Chen Zhongqing smashed his whole face and couldn't distinguish the human form.

"Drink ......"

He was struggling desperately.

Noticing Song Zhao's movements, Chen Zhongqing turned his head, looked at the strong man with round eyes, and said to him with a smile, "I'm sorry, I need to destroy the corpse." If the government finds out who you are, it will be detrimental to the girl in the house. Since I have started, I have the right to send the Buddha to the west, and I will burn more paper for you in the coming year. ”

Song Zhao clenched his fists, and the return of light before his death made him try to struggle to get up, like a blood-drenched bronze bone giant bell stood up, and stared at the innocent scholar standing in the corner with angry eyes.

Even if he dies, he will have Chen Zhongqing's body broken into thousands of pieces.

The scholar who is vicious in this method can't stay, and he must be buried with him when he dies.

Song Zhao walked towards Chen Zhongqing step by step, he pulled out the short knife inserted in his body, and aimed the blade at Chen Zhongqing. However, the other party looked at him with an indifferent smile, and when he was five steps away, his eyes suddenly looked behind him, and said in surprise, "Hey, Lao Jia, you are here." ”

Song Zhao was startled, thinking that there was an ambush behind him, and suddenly turned around. But they found it empty.

Chen Zhongqing suddenly made a move at the moment he turned around, the sharp knife in his hand shook a half-arc, pierced into his kidney, and then tightened the handle of the knife, rotated it horizontally ninety degrees, and used force with both hands at the same time, from the left abdomen to the right, all the way to pull out a wide bloody mouth.

Blood splattered, and the abdomen was bleeding like a spring.

After completing this assassination, Chen Zhongqing immediately took a few steps back, walked to a wide area, to avoid being forced by Song Zhao to a dead end where there was no way to retreat, he stared at the eight-foot strong man with gloomy eyes, and said in a cold voice, "I have always disliked you, you martial arts practitioners, are always strong and unexpected." Damn, I originally promised Lord Lanting to participate in the garden poetry party tonight, but I was delayed by you two bastards. ”

Song Zhao knelt down, and this time he never stood up again.

Like a huge mountain, it collapsed with a bang.

The night was calm again, and Chen Zhongqing took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It was not unheard of in his previous life that the high-flying rich kid spent money on errands, but when he landed on his head for the first time, there was still a trace of nervousness and trembling in his heart.

He waited for a while, until he confirmed that the other party could not stand up, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But the sudden sound in the courtyard frightened him almost to hold the knife.

"Young Master, you called me just now?"

Chen Zhongqing, who was pale, raised his head and saw Lao Jia sitting steadily on the low wall, leading a jar of daughter red with his left hand, one leg hanging on the low wall and shaking, the other leg bent, one hand on it, he asked with a smile, "What's wrong?" Young master, aren't you going to participate in the garden poetry party tonight? ”

If it weren't for that wrinkled face, Chen Zhongqing would really think that he was a master who was born.

Lao Jia didn't care at all that Chen Zhongqing had finished the two of them here, put his half-drunk daughter Hong aside, and said, "Go ahead, just leave it to Lao Jia here." Lao Jia has lived in the Chen family as a servant for many years, and taking care of the aftermath is originally an internal matter. I am a dead soldier raised by my grandfather. ”

Hearing Lao Jia say this, Chen Zhongqing paused for a moment. The rich and noble families of the Southern Jin Dynasty officials and eunuchs took raising the dead as the style, but he didn't expect that the ghost that his father secretly raised was actually an old man who was not amazing.

Now that he has revealed his identity, there is no need for him to continue to entangle here. said hello and handed over the messy mess to Jia San. Song Wanwan on the bed slept smoothly, and she didn't know that there had been a bloody storm in the courtyard.

Chen Zhongqing didn't want her to know either.

"Lao Jia, you stay here tonight and protect Miss Song, I'm worried that Qin Shaoyou still has a hand. By the way, how many second-grade masters can you pick? Two? Three? ”

Lao Jia shook his head.

Chen Zhongqing was a little desperate when he heard this, "It won't be impossible to beat all of them, right?" ”

"Phew."

Lao Jia glanced at the young master with disdain, and said disdainfully, "Lao Jia has no opponent in Hangzhou City. ”

Of course, Chen Zhongqing didn't believe what he said, "Pull you down, Lao Jia, I'll tell you, if someone really comes, you can drag it out, and if you can't drag it and run away with Miss Song, I will only get in the way of you if I stay here." Anyway, Zhongxu's brother is a strategic envoy of the Liangzhejiang Road, if he knows that his younger brother is being chased and killed by someone in Hangzhou City, even if the king of heaven wants to protect his Qin family, he will not be able to cover it. Even if our family may lose power, we have to pull their Qin family back. ”

Old Janunu mouthed, with a look of disgust.

If it weren't for the inconvenience of refuge outside to reveal his identity, Chen Zhongqing really wanted to throw away his background and have a wonderful plot of pretending to slap his face. But now that there is no news from Bianliang, he can only endure it for the time being.

When the golden scales met the wind and clouds, and Hangzhou was full of wind and snow, he rode the dust and made a blockbuster.

Finally, he explained a few words to Lao Jia and turned around and went out. After calculating the time, the garden poetry meeting had just begun, and Chen Zhongqing still had a chance to rush over.

Boots pedaling on the bluestone slab, like a dense drumbeat, Chen Zhongqing ran out of Wenqiao Lane with a breath, when he was about to reach the mouth of the alley, he glanced back, just saw the back of Lao Jia Pan sitting on the wall, under the moonlight of the willow tops, the background looked like some born masters or land immortals.

If you don't think about the obscene appearance of the nose dropper, Chen Zhongqing will still envy and scold.

"What a fucking man."