"Uncle, let's have a bowl of wontons!"

"Okay, I'll be right away!"

Next to the stove of the noodle stall, an old man with white hair scooped up a bowl of wontons, sprinkled with green onions and coriander, and a bowl of hot wontons was served.

"Little guest officer, here come the ravioli!"

When the old man put the wonton down, he didn't forget to wipe the cracked table with a rag.

"Uncle, your bowl is really enough!"

Under the pergola, the young man rubbed his hands, picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

"You young people have a long body, you can't grieve your stomach, don't be in a hurry to eat slowly, the wontons here are ......"

"The jade clothes are wrapped in the belly of the boat, the boiling water ripens the belly, the bowl has a thousand earthly flavors, and a mouthful of turbid wine and a wonton!" Jun Jisha said to himself, "It's a pity that it's so delicious, and there is no good wine to accompany it." ”

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from a distance: "Wonton wine, the more you drink, the more you drink, I invite you to this meal." ”

Looking up, a man approached from a distance.

It seemed that his pace was slow, but after three breaths, he sat down in front of Jun Jisha.

The yellow-faced man was about thirty years old, with a three-inch beard like an iron brush, and a Xuantie treasure knife in his hand.

Jun Jiansha looked at the other party: "You invite me?"

"Thirty years of cherishing the old knife burning, the most suitable!" The yellow-faced man raised his hand, untied the wine bag from his waist, and put it in front of Jun Jisha.

"Thank you. ”

Jun Zhensha was not polite, opened the wine bag and took a sip of strong wine into his throat: "Good wine!"

At this time, the old man asked, "This guest officer, why don't you also have a bowl of wontons?"

Jun Jiansha took over the conversation and chuckled: "Uncle, he's not here to eat wontons. ”

The yellow-faced man looked at Jun Jiansha, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Since you know, then you don't worry about the poison in the wine?"

"If you really wanted to, you wouldn't sit here in a grand manner, and if you poisoned the ravioli, I think you would be more clever. ”

When Jun Jiansha said this, his eyes fell on the knife: "What's more, Han Tie Xuanfeng Zhang Yidao, the ninth-ranked master in the shadow kill, when did he do despicable and dirty things?"

Shadow Kill, an organization of assassin killers in the rivers and lakes.

The organization doesn't care about good or evil, it only cares about money and employers.

"I didn't expect it...... At a young age, you know a lot about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and you are worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Hand of the Ghost Doctor. The yellow face showed a little appreciation, "Frankly, it is a shame for me to kill such a weak teenager as you. ”

In Zhang Yidao's eyes, Jun Zhensha in front of him was speechless.

During the conversation, he was even more weak and weak, and even a little sick.

Jun Jiansha didn't care, and asked lightly: "Then for a person who is about to die, can you tell who the employer is?"

Zhang Yidao sneered: "If the soul is still there after you die, you can go to the shadow master to ask." ”

The Shadow Lord, the leader of the Shadow Killing Organization, is solely responsible for money transactions.

"I will. Jun Scar's eyebrows raised for a moment, and he asked with a light smile, "How fast is a knife?"

"Death!"

Zhang Yidao's body did not move, and his index finger pressed the scabbard, and the brilliance flashed, and the knife roared.

In a flash of sword light, as fast as thunder, the target was Junjisha!

At the moment of dying, he saw Jun Jisha's body moving slightly, like a boneless willow dancing in the wind, skillfully avoiding the sword qi of the cracked stele.

Click!

A wooden pillar of the pergola broke in response, and the old man was so frightened that he hurried out.

Jun Jisha's body suddenly returned, and he looked at Zhang Yidao again: "It is rumored that Your Excellency's famous stunt is a moment of three rainbows, why don't you let me see how." ”

"......Huh? It seems that Zhang is clumsy!"

One hit missed, Zhang Yidao frowned coldly, killing intent burst out in his eyes, and then the Xuanfeng knife came out of the sheath!

The blade is cold and terrifying!

Zhang Yidao turned around and slashed wildly, and the aura of the knife covered the entire noodle stall pergola, and even locked the people drinking at the table.

Although it is only a knife, it is derived into three forms in an instant, like three shocking rainbows intertwined into a net, targeting the three lifelines of Jun Sand Tianling, throat and heart!

The killing machine is coming, Jun Schensha sits like a pine and does not move, and his thin sleeves wave at will.

Suddenly, the power of opening the stele and cracking the stone carried the frost and evil qi, like a mountain and a sea attacking the Junji Sand, but it was dissolved by the invisible qi wall without a trace!

"How so!"

Zhang Yidao was shocked and was momentarily stunned.

"Actually...... I hate the waste stream, and I hate the crap stream of yours even more. ”

Jun Jiansha said indifferently, and then shook it with one hand, and the knife power that merged into the qi wall rebounded and folded back.

Zhang Yidao was shocked and hurriedly resisted with a horizontal knife.

When!

The power of the knife power doubled, and it instantly split the Xuantie blade, but the remaining strength did not decrease, and Zhang Yidao's right arm flew out three zhang away.

"You invite me to drink, I invite you to drink blood!"

Jun Jisha dropped a piece of silver, picked up the black wooden box next to the table and turned to leave.

"No...... Can ......"

Zhang Yidao stood in place, looking at the departing back in disbelief.

Suddenly, several knife forces burst out from the broken right arm, instantly engulfing and strangling Zhang Yidao's body.

It's too late to howl, it's already a place of flesh and blood!

Fengcheng, one of the seven main cities of Anyang County.

In recent days, the whole Fengcheng has been very lively, because the annual enrollment date of Fengcheng College is approaching.

Outside the city, in Wuli Pavilion, a luxury carriage is parked on the side of the road.

A young girl dressed in a gorgeous costume was bored to pass the time, and several house slaves behind her were serving beside her.

This battle naturally attracted countless attention.

"Hey, whose girl is this, and she looks so pretty?"

"You're looking for death! If you don't accept it, sooner or later you won't have a corpse, that's the daughter of the adult!"

"I'm a good girl, the daughter of the Meng family is here, who do you want to pick up?"

In Fengcheng, in addition to the city lord who controls the military and politics, the number of general judgments and the guard governor have the greatest power, and each article and one military complement each other.

And the woman that everyone is talking about at this moment is Meng Yuhan, the daughter of Meng Haichuan.

Listening to the awe and respect of the people around him, Meng Yuhan snorted lightly, and couldn't help but show a bit of superiority and arrogance.

"Tong Weng, when will that kid my father said arrive!" After waiting for a while, Meng Yuhan asked the old servant behind him impatiently.

The old servant Tong Weng said in a low voice: "Miss, wait a while, the time should be almost up." ”

"Hmph! I don't have the patience to wait!"

Meng Yuhan felt irritable in her heart, if it weren't for her father's repeated orders, she wouldn't have been too lazy to waste time here.

Before she could wait, she was already a little resentful.

"Excuse me, are you Uncle Meng's family?" At this time, a voice came into everyone's ears.

The voice is elegant, with a little bit of vicissitudes.

"You are?"

As Tong Weng asked rhetorically, Meng Yuhan, who was about to get into the car, followed the prestige and saw that the other party was a teenager of the same age as himself.

The appearance is not outstanding, but it is not ugly, it is the kind that is thrown into the crowd and cannot be distinguished.

"Oh, Junjisha, the junior, the family teacher Zhang Xuanming. ”

Zhang Xuanming, known as the holy hand of the ghost doctor, is also called the palm of his life by the people in the rivers and lakes because of his mysterious medical skills!

The palm hangs on the life, in charge of life and death, and the meaning of life hanging by a thread.

"What! you ......"

Jun Zhensha's identity was announced, which surprised everyone present, especially Tong Weng, the housekeeper of the Meng family, who seemed to be even more excited.

"Are you Jun Zhensha?" Meng Yuhan looked at the person in front of him, but he didn't want to say anything, "Since you've arrived, let's get in the car!"

After that, take the lead in boarding.

Jun Jisha's face was calm, and then he also got into the carriage.

Inside the car, it's very quiet.

Meng Yuhan didn't have a good impression of the young man in front of her, and even a little disgusted, of course, this was not just because of today's events, but because her father intended to match her with Jun Jiansha.

However, in her opinion, Jun Jiansha in front of her was not worthy of herself at all, and she had already heard that Jun Jiansha had a hidden disease.

Therefore, she didn't think the two would have anything in common.

On the other hand, Jun Jiansha didn't take the other party's indifference seriously, although he was only fifteen years old, his state of mind was far beyond his peers.

He grew up in the Valley of Ghost Doctors since he was a child, and although his master Zhang Xuanming has the ability to bring the dead back to life, he can't solve his chronic illness.

Born boneless, a sad joke.

How can a man survive without bones?

This seems to be a legal fact, but it is a joke on him.

He was born boneless, and could only live on his bed, and the master could only maintain his life after years of hard work.

He has been suffering in pain since he was a child, in order to live like a normal person, so with the help of his master, he fused the essence of a hundred martial arts and derived his own "Qi Xuan Dao".

Qi, one of the origins of life.

Now he can be like a normal person, all with the backbone support derived from "Qi Xuandao".

The body is boneless, so it loses its fierceness, but it also makes room for qi refining.

If it is said that in terms of the degree of internal strength alone, Jun Jisha is now unfathomable.

For the Fengcheng Meng family, Jun Jinsha heard a lot from the master.

At that time, Meng Haichuan was poisoned in his body, and it was his master Zhang Xuanming who came to the rescue, so that he had today's Fengcheng General Judgment.

This time, Jun Jisha came to Fengcheng, and Zhang Xuanming had already passed a letter to Meng Haichuan to take care of it.

Without saying a word, the carriage entered the city and stopped in front of a large mansion.

Looking up, the towering gatehouse shows a solemn dignitary. Jun Jinsha silently followed the Meng family, taking in the flowers, trees, pavilions and pavilions in the house.

"Mother, Dad let the guest I picked up have arrived!" Meng Yuhan said casually, and left directly around the corridor.

Jun Jinsha looked at the living room and saw a beautiful woman sitting upright drinking tea, it was Meng Haichuan's wife Liu Yuemei.

Liu Yuemei comes from a famous family, and her mother's family behind her is quite powerful in Chu State.

When Meng Haichuan participated in the imperial examination high school and became famous, he was caught by this Miss Liu, so this marriage was achieved.

Jun Jiansha slowly walked closer: "Juniors meet Auntie." ”

Liu Yuemei glanced at it with her spare eyes: "Mr. Ghost Doctor, are you okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, everything is fine with the family teacher, and this time the younger generation came to Fengcheng, it was really annoying. ”

"A family doesn't speak two words, you don't have to be restrained. ”

A deep and low voice came from outside the hall, and then a middle-aged man walked in, it was Meng Haichuan, who was sentenced by Fengcheng.

Jun Jiansha hurriedly saluted, Meng Haichuan patted his shoulder, and said cordially: "If it weren't for the busy business, the old man should have picked you up in person today!"

After some greetings, Jun Jiansha shared lunch with the Meng family.

After lunch, Liu Yuemei talked with Jun Jiansha for a few words, and the intention was nothing more than to explore Jun Jiansha.

Seeing that Jun Jiansha was not deeply involved in many fields, and was even more at a loss, he couldn't help but be secretly disappointed in his heart, and he was also frail and sickly, so he was even more disappointed.

The state of Chu is mainly based on martial arts, supplemented by literature!

Now after some conversation, Liu Yuemei already has a fixed opinion in her heart, that is, Jun Ji Sha Wenwu is mediocre.

Thinking of Li Kunpeng, the son of the city lord Li Mo, Liu Yuemei still felt that that was the standard of a good son-in-law.

Compared with Li Kunpeng, this Jun Sand in front of him is simply a little worse than a star?

Meng Haichuan planned to let Jun Jinsha live in the Meng family, but Liu Yuemei politely stopped him.

Jun Sand Heart is like a mirror, and he decided to live in the city inn temporarily, and after passing the entrance exam, he will live directly in Fengcheng College.

Liu Yuemei, in order to show the friendship of the landlord, arranged Junjisha in Keyunju.