When the figure walked out of the thunder light, for some reason, Shi Huaidie was tense for a moment, counting the time before he relaxed.

She is not one of those sword slaves who was in the famous sword organization from the beginning, before entering the organization, she was a talented martial artist herself, and during this time, her cultivation became more and more lean, and she was able to feel a slight charm through the famous sword fish intestines, which was valued by the peak.

The man in front of him walked with a spiritual rhyme that was far purer than the fish intestines, and it was difficult to detect it if he was not careful, but once he calmed down, he could feel the vastness and majesty of the spiritual rhyme.

That's something she's never able to reach, at least now.

Shi Huaidie was sandwiched between two huge organizations during this time, and developed a cautious temperament, although he didn't know the name and identity of the person who came, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and took the initiative to salute with his hands crossed, and his posture was extremely low.

Wang Anfeng also saw this woman who had formed a big relationship with himself, and the surprise on his face was covered by the mask for a moment, and he had not been exposed to anything, he had heard about Shi Huaidie's affairs from several masters, but he didn't expect to see her at this time.

The thought flashed in his heart for a moment, Wang Anfeng kept moving, his eyes swept over the main peak, and he didn't see any traces of several masters, so he only saluted the green-shirted scribe, changed his voice, and said:

"I've seen you, sir."

The green-shirted scribe bowed his head and asked casually:

"How is Xu Sixing?"

Wang Anfeng was a little puzzled in his heart, but he didn't show it, although he didn't know what Mr. was selling, but he was taught by several teachers from a child to a teenager, and now he was taught by several teachers, and he was already familiar with their temperament, and knew that at this time, he just had to follow Mr.'s words, and replied immediately:

"Xu Sixing, there is still a breath left."

"I abolished his tendons and tendons, broke his dantian, guided his qi out, returned to the ruins, and then used golden needles to block his meridian nodes, leaving the last breath of the machine."

"With this breath, he maintained his own vitality."

"With the qi of a four-rank martial artist, you can wake up after a few days."

The voice paused slightly, Wang Anfeng looked at the green-shirted scribe, whose fingers tapped on the armrest unhurriedly, making a rhythmic sound, and then paused.

Wang Anfeng understood and did not continue to tell.

Shi Huaidie's hands and feet were a little cold-

Xu Sixing, whom she admired very much before, was considered to have the ability to touch the elite of Tianmen with her own strength, but she was lightly picked off her tendons and tendons, and her dantian and qi were abolished.

Shi Huaidie's heart shook, and he restrained his thoughts, not daring to think about it.

It's just that the head is subconsciously lowered and the breathing slows down.

The famous swordfish intestine on his waist, for some reason, was also extremely quiet, and even his own spiritual charm was extremely contracted, like a piece of stubborn iron, and there was no strangeness at all.

The green-shirted scribe knocked on the handrail and said lightly:

"Do you have any thoughts in your heart about what I told you before?"

Shi Huaidie's body trembled, knowing that this was said to himself, but at this time, his heart was in turmoil, how could he still think, he could only say:

"I really don't know what to ......do with this matter."

The scribe looked up at her, and calmly interrupted:

"Yes, or no?"

Shi Huaidie's heart jumped heavily and fell into silence, he felt the coldness of his limbs because of the thoughts and great pressure in his heart, and at this time, a trace of fiery heart rose in his heart, and the gentleman above seemed to be no longer in a hurry to ask, but he was not in a hurry, and gently tapped on the handrail.

The chaise longue was originally made of rosewood, but one day, it was replaced with green bamboo, with a verdant color and crisp timbre and a faint echo.

Time passes unhurriedly.

Shi Huaidie's smooth forehead was oozing fine sweat, and he stood stiffly in place, not knowing how long it had passed, how many minutes, how many moments, or how many hours had simply passed?

The percussion stopped abruptly.

As if there was an invisible palm gently pushing behind Shi Huaidie's back, this woman with a rather remarkable appearance burst out in her heart, and then exhaled a long breath, approached half a step forward, crossed her hands, gritted her teeth and said:

"Subordinate, I am willing to obey Mr.'s arrangement."

"Go to the soup and go to the fire, and you will not hesitate."

When she said this, she seemed to let go of a huge peak behind her, and the whole person relaxed, but her breathing was a little short, but the green-shirted scribe seemed to have already known her choice, and her face was not wavering.

Or that no matter what choice she makes, the gentleman will not take it to heart and speak casually:

"In that case, then you go back first, pay attention to your identity, and secretly find out where your son called 'Qiqi' is in Xianping County now, and then you don't need to care about it."

"Someone else takes over."

Shi Huaidie was stunned in his heart, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the new man, but he was restrained, and his eyes only saw the hem of the person next to him, and the escaping spiritual rhyme disturbed the air, and one thought after another rose in his heart, and he only bowed cautiously, and then bowed back.

The world in front of me is gradually changing.

By the time her gaze returned to normal, she had already left the Cave Heaven Blessed Land and returned to the secret place hidden in the inner belly of the Great Qin Frontier Mountain Range, and was now sitting cross-legged on the futon, in the same position as when she had left before, as if everything she had just experienced was just a dream.

Shi Huaidie breathed a sigh of relief, and then his breathing became uncontrollable and became rapid.

It took dozens of snaps of fingers to calm the tension and throbbing in my heart, and I raised my eyes to look at the stone wall next to me, because I didn't leave for a long time, the rosewood only burned a small part, and the faint aroma just escaped in the air, which calmed people's hearts.

She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, and let go of her last worries, as if she was really meditating and retreating, taking pills and looking inwardly at her qi, but Xu Sixing was abolished, and whether she was interested in becoming a deacon of the organization, these two things stirred her heart, and she couldn't be peaceful.

Even so, she waited for two hours before she got up from the futon, took the initiative to open the door, and asked the maid to prepare food and hot soup for her, and to bathe and change clothes.

The maid, who looked a little simple and amiable, smelled the rosewood incense in the room, and saw the slightly sunken futon, and did not have a trace of doubt in her heart, but leaned over to respond.

In the Shaolin Temple, when Shi Huaidie's figure disappeared, Wang Anfeng relaxed, raised his hand to take off the mask that appeared on his face, put it on his hand to play, and said with some curiosity: "Sir, that's ...... just now."

The green-shirted scribe said a few words casually, and told him the key points of this matter, Wang Anfeng suddenly made a big mistake and understood, just now he just guessed that Shi Huaidie and Xu Sixing were in the same organization, but he didn't expect that there was such a deep connection behind it.

Famous Sword Organization......

Wang Anfeng frowned and thought, but the movements of his hands did not stop, put the mask on the table, and made tea for the scribe next to him, who picked up the tea set, blew a sip of hot air on the tea soup, and then said lightly:

"What do you think about this, you can say ......"

Wang Anfeng was not surprised to see through what he was thinking, got up and stood opposite Mr. Win, thought about it, and said:

"What does Mr. mean, but you want me to kill those famous sword people behind the scenes who ambushed the juniors before, and then find a way to let Shi Huaidie fill the high-level position of that organization?"

The scribe in the green shirt did not answer, but drank tea.

Wang Anfeng was familiar with his temperament and knew that he was not wrong, and the latter's reaction was to let him continue to speak, and immediately said his thoughts, saying:

"This move is naturally feasible, but after all, Shi Huaidie has no foundation in that organization, and his rash promotion may attract too much attention, and it is very likely to be exposed."

"It's better to give up."

The cold calm on the face of the green-shirted scribe finally became a little interested, raised his eyes to look at him, held the teacup in one hand, and gently brushed the cup with the lid of the cup with the other, and said:

"Go on."

"Yes."

Wang Anfeng nodded, sorted out his thoughts, and continued:

"If according to what Shi Huaidie said, the purpose of this sword organization is to promote 'Qi Qi' and one of Xu Sixing', this time Xu Sixing didn't mention it, it was completely hopeless, and 'Qi Qi' was implicated, it was difficult to convince the public, and there was no chance."

"Instead of letting the rest of the people who don't know each other be promoted to the top of that organization, it's better to choose the old acquaintance of 'Qiqi', who knows his methods and can also let Shi Huaidie exert influence on him."

Mr. Win said lightly: "But he can't convince the public anymore." ”

Wang Anfeng nodded, feeling that under the guidance of Mr., the thoughts in his heart became clearer and clearer, and said:

"So, give him a 'credit'."

For example...... abolished Xu Sixing's 'murderer identity', and was able to escape with his life under the extreme circumstances of his colleagues making mistakes and provoking the grandmaster to chase and kill, and knowing a little bit of his true identity, it was enough to atone for the crime. ”

"If the opportunity allows, the junior will seriously injure him, and then let Shi Huaidie rescue him, so that he can have the grace of saving his life, so that it will not cause too many problems, and it can also increase the weight of Shi Huaidie."

Mr. Win bowed his head and said:

"Then the matter will be left to you."

"Come to think of it, the identity of the so-called murderer, you have already decided in your own heart."

Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement.

Thinking of the previous two sieges, it was impossible to say that there was no guilt in his heart, and he could not blame others in the past, but for the 'poor Qi' who gave the order, he could not hesitate to stab the sword in his hand into the heart of that person.

The master said, repay grievances with straightforwardness, and repay virtue with virtue.

The green-shirted scribe put the tea cup on the table that he had only taken a sip of, tapped the rim of the next cup, and said casually: "You seem to be quite kind to Shi Huaidie." ”

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, nodded, shook his head again, and said calmly:

"Although she and I were hostile to each other before, it was just our own master, and there was no enmity between me and her, and although the younger generation was dull, it would not even tolerate such a person."

"But if she makes another move on me in the future, and the younger generation does it, there will be no mercy for her subordinates, and she will see life and death."

"It's not malicious or good."

The green-shirted scribe sighed lightly, noncommittal.

But as if he thought of something because of what Wang Anfeng said, the scribe spoke again, with a faint mockery at the corner of his mouth, and said:

"Shi Huaidie, this woman, who was willing to obey orders before, just to avenge the Iron Floating Massacre, had simple thoughts and hatred, but now it has only been a few months, and it has been different."

"This act, partly for her own net worth and life, and partly for her own ambition and greed, as for the things she secretly promised in front of the tomb of Tiefutu, I'm afraid even she began to forget."

"People's hearts are like paper, and they are really ridiculous."

"Wang Anfeng."

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and then subconsciously stood up straight, and said:

"The juniors are here."

The scribe closed his eyes in front of him, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just waved his hand and said calmly: "It's nothing...... Go ahead, the old man surnamed Li is with you, and he hasn't come here for a few days, go to Yuanci and them to catch up. ”

Wang Anfeng hesitated in his heart, leaned over and saluted and retreated.

The green-shirted scribe tapped the handrail of the green bamboo with his fingers, was silent for a long time, let out a sigh, and said:

"People's hearts are like paper, and the world is weathered and unbearable."

The wind blows the bamboo forest behind.

On the back mountain of Shaolin, in the bamboo forest Taoist temple, the Taoist in blue and white robes sat cross-legged on the futon, floating and sinking on his right arm, watching the sea of clouds and fog, his voice was soft, and he sounded slowly.

"People's hearts are like iron, thousands of years of seas, and one thought remains the same."

……………………

Wang Anfeng stayed in the Shaolin Temple for a long time this time.

First followed the master Yuanci to read the scriptures, and then studied pharmacology with the third master, and then asked how to use the golden needle to be the best, the old man was quite interested, speaking of Xingtou, simply taught him several needles in the Valley of the Medicine King, although there is no advantage in the enemy, but each has its own wonderful use.

As for Hongluoyu, he first took Wang Anfeng to see the red wild horse.

Then he said with great disdain and disdain that Wang Anfeng, as a member of his thief door, has too poor business ability, and even in a city like Liangzhou City, carrying a 'Xu Sixing' is a waste of the boss's kung fu, how can he touch the Tai Chi Gong of Tianjing City? And how do you complete the tradition of the thief door that has been passed down from generation to generation?

I don't know if it's because I haven't spoken to anyone for too long, the more Hong Luoyu talks, the more outrageous it becomes, and finally in Yuanci's gentle smile, he stopped talking and spared Wang Anfeng's life, who left Shaolin Temple almost in embarrassment after Yuanci's advice.

Then, the Shaolin Temple sounded the peaceful Buddha horn.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Wang Anfeng returned to the guest room, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if he had experienced several life-and-death struggles, mentally and physically, he was full of exhaustion, took two steps back, and sat directly on the bed, with a slight blank look in his eyes.

He made a mistake.

Previously, Hong Luoyu stayed outside for a long time and didn't show it, he almost forgot that compared to the peerless light skills that can volley the void and rank among the first-class in the contemporary rivers and lakes, this master's broken mouth is probably even better, even the mountain man on Kunlun Mountain who forgets about things and I may not be able to bear it.

But what is the tradition of the thief's door?

Could it be that he wants to run to Ouchi and steal something under the eyelids of the three thousand armored guards?

Wang Anfeng shook his head, threw this idea that could cause an uproar in the rivers and lakes out of his mind, glanced at Xu Sixing, who was still in a coma, and dragged the latter out from under the bed.

Then I changed a method of getting off the needle, simulating the number of ways to run the Medicine King Valley with my own internal strength, and applying the needle again, but fortunately, the Medicine King Valley's internal power heart method is 'Yin and Yang flow, returning to the underworld', with Shaolin pure Yang internal strength, it can be reluctantly used.

After applying the needle, Wang Anfeng noticed that Xu Sixing's qi was gradually stabilizing, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and raised his hand to take off the silver needle.

Although he guessed that this matter might be related to Dongfang Ningxin, he couldn't completely rule out that Dongfang Ningxin came here as a coincidence, and there was another possibility that someone else influenced Xu Sixing.

Moreover, if you want to get information from Jiu Zizi, I am afraid that you will have to count on exchanging Xu Sixing and Wuxin.

Judging from the latter's words, even if the rather open-minded old man is not Daqin's nail in the rivers and lakes, he also has various connections with the court, which can also explain why the White Tiger Hall is extremely secretive in the rivers and lakes, coming and going without a trace, ordinary people in the rivers and lakes have not even heard of the name, but Jiu Zizi can grasp a lot of information early.

I think it's from the Criminal Department.

At this moment, this Xu Sixing is related to three major events, and there can be no mistakes.

…………

Although the biggest event of the cocktail party has ended, there are still three days of residual heat, so there are still many people who will stay in Liangzhou City for a few days.

As for the cost of staying in this inn, after Wang Anfeng mentioned it once, he unintentionally replied that during the arrest operation of the Criminal Department, each person had a certain amount of money to withdraw the right to pay, which corresponded to the danger of performing the task.

As the future chief arrest of the world, the current chief arrest disciple, he has no intention of saving money for the teacher and the imperial court, and directly said that this time, as long as the limit is not exceeded, the criminal department can bear it for Wang Anfeng.

Then he gave a number that made Wang Anfeng suspicious of his eyes.

Only the innkeeper's daily troubles, I don't know how to calculate the cost of this accommodation, he originally thought that the 'fat sheep' must not be willing to live for three days, a time of fifteen taels can earn enough, did not expect the later changes, all day long, can not sleep, only feel the pain in the flesh, even the three layers of the chin have been reduced a few points.

It was midnight on August 17.

Wang Anfeng stayed alone in a guest room with Xu Sixing, and looked at the coke unpleasantly, so he simply didn't live with him, and ran to mingle with those old soldiers of the Shenwu Mansion.

Leaving the past, Cao Limin and the others were only happy, if they were not on a mission, they would not be allowed to drink too much, and they would like to empty the cellars of the restaurant, but Wang Anfeng was bitter.

He suddenly regretted it.

Yesterday was not the first time that the qi machine climbed the stairs, why couldn't he restrain himself, and poured out all the qi in the divine soldier in one go, that is, he smashed a few thunderbolts less, Xu Sixing should also wake up, take a step back and say that he can't wake up, at least the criminal department can keep his breath, so that he will not be half dead and thrown here by Wang Anfeng.

However, if this is not the case, I am afraid that Wuxin may not necessarily tell him about Jiu Zizi, and it is very likely that he will leave Liangzhou City in these two days and brush shoulders with Jiu Zi again.

In the world, there is a drink and a peck, which is really a fixed number, which is unpredictable.

Wang Anfeng lay on his side on the bed, put up the chair, and then put the Xu Sixing on it, even he didn't want to sleep in front of such a 'corpse', because he was used to practicing in the Shaolin Temple, even when he fell asleep, he never relaxed.

The teeth are lightly closed, the eyes are half-closed, the breathing is gentle, and the qi in the body gradually rises and falls with the sound of breathing, faintly echoing this side of the world.

In the silence, the window was suddenly pushed open.

In the sight of those who have a heart, the figure is still lying on its side on the bed, sleeping peacefully, but still not at ease, taking out an incense pill and flicking it into the house.

A curling white mist rises.

The aroma is tangy.

This is not a poison, but a high-quality medicine that can make people sleep more peacefully, before the martial artist breaks through, he often uses it, and when he gets up on the second day, he feels refreshed and clear-minded.

In this way, not only can you avoid suspicion, but you can also guard against exotic treasures such as 'Poison Avoiding Pill' and 'Miasma Jade Bead', which can be called a hundred omissions.

At this moment, the figure on the bed fell asleep even deeper.

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