Huaiqing's hands stiffened in mid-air, Nanqiang turned his face, looked at the people below who heard Zhongshu's clothes were light, Nanqiang covered with bricks and tiles, tiptoed off the eaves, and sneaked away from behind the wall.

As the two walked back to the inn, the rooster crowed. Huaiqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Another day."

Nanqiang's face was pale, Bai Zhi sat at the door of the inn and took a nap, and when she saw the two masters coming back, she was ecstatic, and touched her hands up and down Nanqiang's body, and there were words in her mouth: "Thank God." ”

In the early morning of the next day, Nanqiang slept until noon, and in the afternoon the sky was dark and oppressive.

Nanqiang looked at the lantern that was blown by the wind, and just wanted to close the door, a dagger flew out of the window, and a note was inserted on the dagger.

"An hour later, three miles from the east city, see you under the locust tree."

Nan Qiang took down the note, his eyes gradually darkened, Nan Qiang quickly walked to the head of the bed, took out a short sword under the pillow, and stuffed a few bottles of Huaiqing's stolen cartilage powder and itch powder into his arms.

Bai Zhi just came in with porridge, Nanqiang walked out head-on, Bai Zhi put down the porridge and trotted up: "Where is the son?" It's raining outside! Do you want to bring an umbrella?! ”

Nanqiang went out of the door, took an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and disappeared in the heavy rain.

Bai Zhi was so anxious that she ran to Huaiqing's room, pushed open the door, and the room was empty.

Nanqiang walked under the locust tree, his shoes covered with muddy lumps.

Nanqiang is now under the locust tree: "When people arrive, don't pretend to be a ghost." ”

After a while, a figure jumped from the locust tree, Nanqiang didn't come to the oil paper umbrella, and looked at the figure for a moment: "Blind? ”

The lame seven turned to the side, holding only a bamboo stick in his hand.

Under the blue sky and white sun, Nanqiang can see the lame seven's face more clearly, with a prominent forehead and white eyes, not like a person, more like a ghost who escaped from death.

Nan Qiang was a little scared in his heart, took a step back, and was ready to run away.

The hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, and her three-legged cat kung fu plays a big knife in front of the lame seven, which is like asking for her own death.

Being able to bend and stretch is what the big husband did, Nanqiang swallowed his saliva.

The lame seven sides passed, and a pair of white eyes stared at Nanqiang.

"Is the Tiger Whip belted?"

Nan Qiang was stunned: "What a tiger whip, what nonsense are you talking nonsense about this blind man." ”

When Nanqiang stepped on a branch when he retreated, the sound of the branch breaking, Nanqiang's heart jumped.

Lame Seven pulled out a long whip from Nanqiang's waist, and Nanqiang didn't come back to his senses at all.

"Your grandmother's old man is still strong?"

Nanqiang listened to the lame seven in a questioning and non-questioning tone, and was confused and didn't know what to answer.

"I'm an orphan, where did I come from?" Nanqiang Hanger Lang said perfunctorily.

Lame Qi's complexion changed, and without waiting for Nan Qiang to react, his bamboo pole hit Nan Qiang's arm.

Nan Qiang was horrified in his heart, Nan Qiang frowned: "I tried my best to trick me here, and if you want to kill me, you have to listen to your respect." Ask questions and ask questions, wasting the master's tongue. ”

Nanqiang replied stubbornly, while thinking about how to take out the cartilage in his arms.

Lame Seven stretched the thin soft bamboo pole into Nanqiang's arms and picked out the bottles and cans.

Nanqiang's peach blossom eyes widened and rounded: "Aren't you blind?" Can you still see what's inside your clothes? ”

After speaking, Nanqiang clutched his chest in horror, and the lame seven still looked light, turned around and left: "I have received the favor of your grandmother, Princess Changning." In Nanhuai, it is not appropriate to let the third lady of Nanhuai Wangfu go, and she came to Kyoto to stir up the situation, and she did not weigh her own skills. ”

Nanqiang's heart was overturned, and his head was like thunder.

Nanqiang followed the lame seven to a dilapidated house, the house was dilapidated and unshaped, the room was simple with teapots and cups, and on heavy rainy days, the raindrops of the tiled house in the hall ticked on the broken water tank.

"When are you going back to Nanhuai?" Lame Seven has a serious voice.

Nanqiang sat on the stool with his legs crossed, and the lame seven stretched out a bamboo pole and hit Nanqiang's leg: "As a woman, I have a sitting posture." ”

Nanqiang took a deep breath: "Grandmother told you all these things?" ”

Lame Seven groaned for a moment, and Nanqiang couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Baiteng Pavilion has issued a strangulation order, take your life within seven days, you shouldn't provoke King Yu, let alone provoke Baiteng Pavilion."

Lame Seven spoke calmly, and Nanqiang got up: "Strangulation order? ”

Nanqiang turned around and shook the teapot, and a spider ran out of the teapot, which frightened Nanqiang and retracted his hand.

"Those people in Baiteng Pavilion are just three-legged cat kung fu, so they shouldn't be afraid."

"The insect arm refuses, you resist with Baiteng Pavilion, in the eyes of Baiteng Pavilion, you are like a mayfly ant. If you go back to Nanhuai and stay in the Nanhuai Palace, you can also save your life. ”

"Back to Nanhuai?"

Nanqiang glanced at Lame Seven, most of the anger in his heart was extinguished, and Nanqiang forced a smile: "Okay, I'll go back tomorrow." ”

Lame Seven was silent, and Nanqiang stood uncomfortably.

"Where the power of Baiteng Pavilion is, what you see is only the tip of the iceberg. If you don't go back to Nanhuai, I will teach you some martial arts, and you should defend yourself. ”

Nanqiang's eyes lit up: "Really? Yes, yes! ”

Nanqiang sat on a dilapidated stool, and the lame seven stood in front of Nanqiang and said a lot.

Nan Qiang listened to the complicated name, his brows kept frowning, and Nan Qiang suddenly said: "Is there a trick to damage the point?" ”

Nanqiang looked lame and didn't say anything, Nanqiang pointed his fingers: "It's like grasping its key point and making it unable to move, which saves trouble and effort, and has an effect." ”

"The tricks of yin damage, the muscles and bones are wrong, there is no blood, it is consuming people's meridians, and it is extremely painful."

Nanqiang came to God: "Yes, that's it, can you learn it?" ”

Lame Seven nodded, Nan Qiang smiled, and Lame Seven said for a moment: "This kind of trick has to be close to people, if you can't rely on people, it's useless to learn it." I've got a trick up my ......."

"Okay, okay, I'll learn that trick of splitting the muscles and bones."

The rain continued to fall until the evening, and in the Baiteng Pavilion, Huaiqing sat on the third floor, sitting across the screen from Liyuan.

Huaiqing took out a white jade pendant, and the woman took the jade pendant and sent it into the inner room.

Li Yuan held the jade pendant and looked at it silently. After a long time, Li Yuan said: "Since you have a token, you should know the rules of Baiteng Pavilion." A strangulation order is like an arrow from a bow. ”

Huaiqing pulled up his robe, suspicious: "Strangulation order? ”

For a moment, Huaiqing's face was as usual: "Pavilion master, the poor road pinched his fingers and calculated, and calculated that there was a catastrophe in Baiteng Pavilion recently, and the pavilion master will repay it, for fear that it will lead to disaster, it is better to be magnanimous, and it should accumulate blessings." ”

"Daoist, my Baiteng Pavilion is to open the door to do business, not to preach."

Huaiqing glanced at the cannibalistic eyes of the slave girl beside him, and loosened his shoulders: "Poor Dao, I am asking for something, where is the dragon ball?" ”

Liyuan's face was gloomy, and Huaiqing's face was still the same.

Huaiqing picked up the wine bottle and drank with his head held high, and did not forget to praise a few words.

"What do you ask it for?"

Huaiqing's eyes seemed to be smiling: "Pavilion Master, Baiteng Pavilion has always only done business, regardless of the reason. As the master of Baiteng Pavilion, it is difficult for you to forget this. ”

Liyuan's face was solemn, and he wrote for a moment: "Hua Nu, send off guests." ”

Huaiqing spread out the words on the letterhead and glanced at it, then threw the letter paper in the brazier.

"Recently, there has been a catastrophe in your pavilion."