'Poor Qi', the fierce beast of the ancients, shaped like a tiger and winged, eats people, there will naturally be no living creatures left in this era, the so-called 'Qi Qi' refers to a young man with a high status in the sword organization.

Although Wang Anfeng doesn't know his name, he hasn't even seen him, and he doesn't know whether he is tall or thin, handsome or ugly, but the two of them have a close relationship, and they can be regarded as 'old acquaintances' who have dealt with him several times.

Since the second time he got down from Qingfeng, Wang Anfeng was ambushed by a master twice in a row, the other party's strategy was either strict or casual, but they were all ruthless, if it weren't for the help of a master by chance, I am afraid he would have already died in it, and even had to involve Yu Chijie, Lin Qiaofu and other acquaintances.

New hatred and old hatred, layered on top of each other, are already pressed in the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, when he learned that the whereabouts of the other party were clear, it was like smashing a stone in the river, even with Wang An's temperament, he couldn't help but feel a trace of turmoil in his heart, and a trace of murder naturally rose in it.

Every time I think of the appearance of my friend who almost died in front of me, this murderous intent is even stronger, and I just want to cut the young man into ten or eight sections, throw it on the mountain and feed the wolf.

Born from the heart, there is a forest of cold air between the eyebrows, with the appearance of the cold swordsman at this moment, it is really a living person who should not enter, and he looks like a god.

He originally relied on the power of the divine soldier, killed a grandmaster in Jiangnan Road, the middle and third-grade martial artists ascended the building to raise the qi machine, and the third-grade martial artists have been able to see the world's rivers and lakes at a glance, as soon as he raised his hand, he stopped and had the power of heaven and earth, and the hatred of the Jiangdong heroes when they were dying was unwilling, contaminated with spiritual charm, part of it dissipated the world, and part of it was connected to Wang An's wind and qi machine.

This kind of 'evil spirit' and 'murderous aura' can usually deter martial artists, and they will be shocked if they are as determined as Tielin, but at this time, it will naturally have its harm, affecting Wang Anfeng's own mental judgment.

When you think about it, it's hell.

Murderous overflow is the easiest way for martial artists to go crazy, plus although the Buddhism of Shaolin Temple is generous, the martial arts are extremely clever, and the ability to kill people is even more first-class in the world.

Fortunately, Yuan Ci asked Wang Anfeng to read the scriptures every day to get rid of the evil spirit in martial arts.

The killing intent in his heart was just about to move, and the internal force of the Buddha Gate naturally flowed, flowing thirty-six times in an instant from the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the gentle breath fought against the killing machine, which made Wang Anfeng's heart slightly cold, and then realized that his killing intent seemed to be a little too heavy.

In the previous plan, he obviously didn't plan to take the life of 'Qi Qi', but in the state just now, Qi Qi would definitely not be able to please as long as he was in this Liangzhou City.

Wang Anfeng even had the idea of treating him as a bronze statue, and tried all the martial arts he had learned on that person once before he would give up.

Now that he realizes that something is wrong, he uses his luck to get rid of distracting thoughts, and slowly exhales a breath of turbidity, his mind is clear, and his evil qi disappears in an instant.

Pressing the pressure to find an alley immediately, and returning to the Shaolin Temple to inquire about Mr. Win's thoughts in detail, Wang Anfeng Fu reached out and took out the pastry from the package, threw it in his mouth, and bit it slowly, calming down his mood through such an action, and then continued to take it away to Beicheng.

If the others hadn't been staring at him, they had just thought of something, paused on the road for a while, and then continued to move forward, it would have been difficult to find any problems, and they didn't know that this cold swordsman had already turned many murderous thoughts in his heart.

When Wang Anfeng came out of the blind old Wu, his mood was a little relaxed, but now that he suddenly got such a big news, he naturally couldn't be as calm and relaxed as when he came, and he could still look at the scenery on the streets of Liangzhou while walking, muttering in his heart how could he not find the pastry shop that he didn't want to say.

At the moment, although he maintained a calm face, his feet had actually improved, looking straight at the inn in Beicheng District, he couldn't use half a cup of tea time to see the inn's moves from afar, and at this time, he slowed down, and every step forward, he silently recited the scriptures in his heart.

Diamond Sutra, Prajna Heart Sutra, Huayan Sutra, Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra.

Wash away the dust and murderous aura in your heart over and over again, and return to Qingming.

According to the master, the killing is not to vent the dissatisfaction in the heart, but to end the cause and effect.

Killing is a means, not an end.

Wang Anfeng didn't even plan to take the life of that 'poor Qi' this time, because he was really curious and jealous of the organization that could mobilize the famous sword in his heart, and he didn't know why the other party would make a move on him, and he would take action against the Dongfang family, and he planned to start from here.

It's a little ridiculous to say, he almost lost his life at the hands of the other party, and he still doesn't know what the origin of the organization on the other side is, what its identity is, and what its name is.

Although Shi Huaidie entered it, she was originally just a sword slave raised under the hands of 'Qiqi', and now her identity is also a little delicate, and she has no status at all, she just practices in one of the secret places every day, and the biggest person she sees is an old man with thick muscles, and the people around him call him only master, not to mention anything else.

Naturally, she had no way to speculate.

Wang Anfeng walked into the inn, paced upstairs, divided the pastries in his hands with everyone, and then returned to his guest room, there were originally four corpses horizontally, and the guest room was extremely cramped, but now he walked three, Xu Sixing's vitality gradually recovered, and he looked like a seriously ill patient, not a dead corpse like before, and the room was much more pleasing to the eye.

Wang Anfeng poured himself a cup of tea, rubbed the white porcelain cup with his right hand, took a sip of tea, and carefully thought about the details of this matter in his mind.

Since that 'Qiqi' is in Xianping County, and it is not far from Deliangzhou now, then he can sneak into the city, beat that guy seriously on the spot, and then wait for him to fight for his life, sell him a flaw, and let him leave.

With this in mind, Wang Anfeng suddenly discovered another problem.

He originally planned to wait until the spiritual charm of the wooden sword was restored, and then go to find trouble with 'Qiqi', but judging from the current situation, the other side might not necessarily stay in Liangzhou City for a long time.

If the spirit of the wooden sword is restored, 'Qiqi' has already left.

It's hard to have such a good opportunity in the future.

And if you don't wait for the wooden sword to recover and go directly to find his bad luck, but you may encounter the siege of multiple sword slaves, only with his own martial arts, Wang Anfeng can defeat those incomplete four-grade sword slaves one-on-one, even if it is one-on-two, under the light skill, it can also be broken individually.

But he had planned to change his appearance into the tall old man he saw last night, and make a move to bring trouble to the east, if the latter's martial arts, if he couldn't solve the sword slave neatly, 'Qiqi' would only disappear and his brain would not be caught by the door panel, and he would definitely see the problem.

"A dilemma......"

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but sigh, and found that this matter didn't seem to be as simple as he thought, no matter which choice it was, it was a gamble, and it was quite possible that it would be out of the basket.

Thinking about it at the moment, I couldn't think of a solution, so I simply got up and paced back and forth in this room, my fingers flexed, and I tapped my eyebrows gently, and my two eyebrows locked tightly -

This matter is extremely difficult to say, but it can be said to be simple, and it is also extremely simple.

If you want to solve it, you can either make the qi and aura in the wooden sword full of it in an instant, or you have to have something that can attract 'Qiqi' and make him unwilling to leave.

The movement of his fingers tapping his eyebrows was slightly paused, and Wang Anfeng continued to think along this line of thought.

Divine soldiers have the power of creation, where can they be replenished one day?

And 'Qiqi' was born in the Famous Sword Organization, according to the news sent back by Shi Huaidie, his family seems to be extraordinary, and this mission is to prepare for him, so that he can accumulate merit and be promoted to the position of deacon.

It's just that Xu Sixing is no longer alive or dead, and this task is naturally nonsense, he must be unwilling in his heart, if he has the opportunity, he still thinks that he can make up for it......

As for what is attractive enough for him.

Wang Anfeng paused slightly, his gaze subconsciously shifted, and he landed on the chair, where sat a man wrapped in a white cloth, his skin was charred black, and hideous burns leaked from the shedding area, and there was no hair on the top of his head, it was Xu Sixing, a fourth-grade martial artist who was in the same column as 'Qiqi'.

If there is anything else in Liangzhou City that can cause 'Qiqi' to wander and refuse to leave, it can only be Dongfang Ningxin, who does not know where to hide in Liangzhou, and Xu Sixing, who may have a considerable degree of information in front of him.

Because Xu Sixing was arrested, and failed to succeed, Qi Qi was already considered a small mistake, and if Xu Sixing was allowed to fall into the hands of the famous catcher alive, it would be a great mistake and omission, and after returning to the organization, not only would it be useless, but there would be more punishment waiting for him.

It seems that a person like Qiqi, who is anxious to make meritorious contributions to recover his family, cannot tolerate this kind of thing happening, and he stayed in Liangzhou during this period of time and never left, probably just waiting to see whether Xu Sixing is alive or dead.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts became clearer and clearer, paced to Xu Sixing's side, raised his hand and pressed on his shoulder, the qi entered his body from the acupoint at his shoulder, circulated for a week, and realized that the vitality in his body had recovered.

It's just that Xu Sixing is afraid that he will be weak all over, and he will leave the sequelae of sometimes severe pain and sometimes numbness, which will be difficult to get rid of after many years.

One is the best chance for revenge, and it is even related to the safety of himself and his grandfather's family, and the other is the first-class murderer who once captured his cousin. In less than a breath, Wang Anfeng had already made a choice.

He looked at Xu Sixing, who was 'silent', couldn't help but apologize in his heart, patted him on the shoulder, and deserved to confess.

The four-rank martial artist in front of him can really be described as a 'first-class' figure in the past hundred years.

First as bait to catch the two murderers who were unintentionally tracked, and now they are going to be used to catch the 'poor qi' of the same organization, for a few days, they are often under the bed, and they have not eaten a drop of water, and they have not eaten a grain of rice, all supported by the physique of the four-grade martial artist.

Now just looking at his dark face, Wang Anfeng can feel a silent grievance.

A dignified fourth-grade little grandmaster actually used it as a tool.

If he recovers and wakes up at this time, he can't help but look up to the sky and howl when he thinks about it, and then he will immediately be humiliated and bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Wang Anfeng thought of this, confessed, and reached out to remove his chin directly.

Then he turned around and paced to the window, took out the pen and paper, fortunately this inn is quite elegant, the four treasures of the study are there, saving him a lot of trouble, a little thought, immediately put down the pen like flying, the first line of writing two words without intention, and then wrote a few sentences.

Frowning slightly, thinking about going straight to the point, it seems inappropriate, if it is too direct, it is easy for these unintentional people to see the flaw, crumple this letterhead, ignite it, and re-write it.

This time he was much more cautious, first after a little greeting, he said that Xu Sixing's injury had stabilized, and about tomorrow, he would be able to wake up and send him to the Criminal Department, and from the position of a friend, he suggested that this person may also have a party, so it is better to use him as bait to tempt his party to appear.

After writing, Wang Anfeng read it carefully to confirm that there was nothing wrong, and then took down the birdcage from the side, fed the carrier pigeon a handful of grain, and a handful of water before rolling up the letterhead and putting it into the delicate cylinder on the bird's legs.

Pushing open the window, the gray carrier pigeon flapped its wings, flew out like an arrow from a string, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wang Anfeng watched the carrier pigeon go away and gradually disappeared before retracting his gaze.

With his understanding of Wuxin, if he can have such an opportunity, the latter will definitely not let it go, and that 'poor Qi', who has set up the game twice, is a hundred miles away, and is obviously a life-saving person, and after finding out the news, he will not do it immediately.

The one or two days in between were the best days for him to do it.

After solving the biggest problem, Wang Anfeng's heart became more and more calm, and after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the other party was an old man and a young person who appeared together that day, I don't know if it was accidental, or if the other party was used to acting in a group of two.

If the former is fine, if they have always been like this, it will be a problem.

He, Wang Anfeng, has only one person, but where did he find a handsome young man to come out and go on an adventure with him, is it possible to invite the third master out of the mountain?

But the third master is no longer a young man.

Wang Anfeng murmured in his heart.

And as long as he thought of the various fancy behaviors of the third master, Hong Luoyu, who could make his scalp tingle, Wang Anfeng couldn't help but shudder, and strangled the sprouts of this thought directly in the depths of his mind.

Again and again with a wry smile, this is the Buddha's ability to cut off troubles, cut off troubles.

Don't blame the Buddha.

Thinking about it, everything else has been finalized, only here, but there is no way to find such a handsome young man, and Wang Anfeng has enough trust and is willing to expose certain secrets.

It seemed that he faintly heard the triumphant call of the third master.

The corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched, and he threw this thought to the Western Heaven Buddha again, worried, but a little resigned, if it really didn't work, he could only do it with the third master in three chapters.

At this time, it was already noon, Wang Anfeng could hear the voices of everyone outside calling him, and immediately put this trouble in his heart, glanced at the window sill, opened the window wider, and promised that the carrier pigeon could fly in by itself when it came back in a while, and then pushed the door out.

When I went downstairs, I found that everyone was already there, and after sitting in a circle around the table, Dongfang Ximing's eyes widened, and he was talking about something with Xue Qinshuang, and when he got closer, he understood that Xue Qinshuang was talking to her about various delicacies from the north and south of the country.

The latter was articulate, and the same food was described very truthfully in her mouth, what it looked like, what its origin was, how it looked, how it tasted, and how it tasted, all of which were eloquently told, which made the little girl's eyes bright and as bright as a star. I just hope to be able to grow a pair of wings, fly everywhere in the world, and eat all the delicacies that Xue Qinshuang said.

Wang Anfeng suddenly, immediately smiled, Xue Qinshuang walked the world when he was young, good martial arts, good wine, and good food, since he traveled all over the world, fought all over the world, and ate all over the world, when they met for the first time, they also got a piece of Tianjing City from her.

Wang Anfeng's movements paused slightly, his eyes brushed up, and landed on Xue Qinshuang's face, his eyes opened slightly, showing a little excitement. The difficulty that had just plagued him disappeared like snow in spring.

Enough trust.

Friends of life and death, natural trust.

As for the appearance, Xue Jiaqinshuang has been dressed up as a man since she was a child, and the men's dress is handsome enough and elegant enough.

There is Xue Shuang who walks, Xue Shuang who is in a daze, and Xue Shuang who is smiling.

There is Xue Shuang who reads books, and Xue Shuang who practices martial arts.

There was even Xue Shuang, who was leaning against the trunk of a tree and taking a nap.

There are a total of thirteen editions, each with 37 pages, painted by Sister Zhao of Danqing's first lineage, each of which is one hundred great Qin Tongbao, Tong Su is not bullied, buy more and give more, buy 12 copies, and the thirteenth classic book should be given as a gift.

The women of the Fufeng School Palace, almost everyone has a copy, and even more, the model is on a three-foot scroll, hanging in the boudoir, and looking at it every day.

Xue Qinshuang was talking to Dongfang Ximing about a small snack he had tasted in the north of the Luohe River, which attracted everyone to listen, but suddenly his voice paused, and he suddenly looked up in the direction of Wang Anfeng, and then leaned on the back of the chair and took half a step back, his eyes vigilant.

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, not knowing what was happening.

Dongfang Ximing looked at Wang Anfeng, then at Xue Qinshuang, and said blankly:

"Sister Xue?"

Xue Qinshuang noticed his behavior at this time, coughed lightly, withdrew his gaze, thought about it, put the sword in his hand on the table, ignored the strange gaze of his companions around him and the increasingly embarrassing atmosphere, and said:

"Well, it's an intuitive talent that has been passed down from generation to generation in my Xue family."

"Don't care."

……………………

The carrier pigeon flapped its wings, swept through the sky, and then circled above the Liangzhou City Government, circled for several weeks, and its wings fell, and landed in the courtyard of the Criminal Department, Tie Lin teased the pigeon, and then took out the letterhead from the cylinder, unfolded it, looked at it, looked solemn, turned around and walked back to the main hall, and handed it to Wuxin.

The latter was dealing with the news sent back by the soldiers of the Criminal Department, and as for the rest of the things, they followed the old routine and did not interfere without intention, so they took the letterhead at the moment, raised their eyes and swept it, frowning slightly.

Tie Lin said: "What do you think?" ”

I didn't know that Wang Anfeng and Qi Qi were entangled, and I didn't notice the problem, I thought about it, and said:

"There's no harm in giving it a try."

Tie Lin bowed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and said with a little emotion:

"I never thought that this Wang Anfeng would write to you and even greet you."

"Greetings?"

I didn't want to look at the two sentences of the so-called greetings, the first sentence on it said, the pastry tastes good, but I don't know where is the seven flavors in the city? The second sentence, or a shop similar to Qiweizhai, is also fine.

The cool official with a cold temperament knocked on the table and said:

"This is not a greeting."

Tie Lin laughed first, and then when he saw Wuxin's appearance, he couldn't laugh a little, only felt that the strong image of the fierce and domineering in his mind, and the powerful image of the city wall that collapsed with pure strength had cracks, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and said:

"Is it difficult?"

Wuxin nodded and said:

"He's really asking."

"Well, down to business."

Tie Lin was stunned, and immediately felt a sense of disillusionment rise from the depths of his heart, and waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, you are kidding?" ”

"The master of the Shenwu Mansion, a secret letter for you."

"It's the master of the Shenwu Mansion, the one who can sweep a hundred miles and can summon the sky and thunder, besides, it is even more strange for him to write to you to ask about these things, if you ask you that place in Liangzhou can have high-grade weapons and medicines, it will be considered appropriate......."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wuxin picking up a pen from the side, and pulled a plain white letterhead over casually, and without thinking, he scribbled on the paper, and wrote a lot in a row, what kind of rouge cake, delphinium candy horn and the like, to a certain extent, Tie Lin 'unknowing' words.

At the end, I also drew a topographic map by the way.

Xuan folded the letterhead, handed it to Tie Lin, and said lightly as usual:

"Although the other party may not take the bait, it must be guarded against, and the rest of the people can't stop it, so you need to run in person and give him this letter when the time comes."

Tie Lin Muran took the letterhead.

opened his mouth, the boss taught you how to draw a topographic map, but it didn't tell you to study how to buy snacks more conveniently, the stem was in the throat, and it was not unpleasant. But because he was so shocked, he couldn't speak, but after taking it, he turned around and went out the door, looked at the street outside as always, exhaled a long breath, and said to himself:

"The first arrest in my criminal department, the master of the Fufeng Shenwu Mansion."

“……”

"This matter must not be so simple, it must be the way the two of them secretly communicate with each other, for example, rouge cake is a hand crossbow, and fifteen dollars is fifteen."

"It must be so!"

"I see!"

PS: Today's update presents...... Well, 5,800 words, if you break it down, each chapter has 2,900 words~