The scribe snapped the folding fan in his hand, saluted the shopkeeper's fist, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your words."

With a wave of the sleeve robe of his right hand, the silver light swayed, and it landed on every diner's table accurately, and it was actually a bright broken silver, the silver was attractive, but the martial arts techniques that could be displayed made these diners pale and without the slightest blood.

The scribe Fu took out a large ingots from his cuffs, gently placed it in the palm of the pale shopkeeper, and helped him close his five fingers with his left hand, buckled the silver, and said warmly:

"The rivers and lakes are in trouble."

"Please also keep this matter in your hearts, and we will accept your affection, and the silver will be regarded as atonement."

Fu made a four-way gesture in all directions and said:

"Disturb."

Then he walked towards the second floor, his demeanor was free, and the strong man behind him followed closely, every step was like a boulder falling to the ground, making a loud bang, obviously an external achievement, and his attainments were not shallow.

Stopping in front of the room, the scribe's folding fan tapped lightly on the palm of his hand.

"Under the rule of Great Qin, we naturally don't dare to kill the good people."

"You can take away a Jianghu person...... Scold. ”

The corners of his mouth were hooked, he raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door, his right hand folded the fan together, and spit out a green poisonous blade, and he was about to make a move, but he looked up, but he saw that the room was empty, where there was still half a figure there, and his expression changed slightly, and then he was indifferent, and walked into it in a few steps, the strong man followed behind, frowning and saying roughly:

"Third brother, what should I do?"

The scribe groaned slightly, his eyes swept over the table, and saw a wooden box, which was obviously not the original of this room, and walked over quickly, his footsteps paused slightly, and there were still three steps away, and his right hand flicked from his waist, and a prismatic flying knife shot out, opening the wooden box, which was neither inorganic nor poisonous mist.

While I was slightly relieved, I also laughed at myself.

After all, he is only a fourteen-year-old book collector, how can he be the means of the old rivers and lakes?

Deng Shi put his mind at ease and walked to the side, but saw that there was only a folded white paper inside, raised his hand to pick it up, and saw three ink characters.

"Want to die?"

The three-character penmanship is plain, which can match this empty house, but it is a great mockery.

The scribe's face was slightly cold, and he sneered:

"What a death-hungry one, a good book collector, and a good Wang Anfeng!"

"Fourth, give me this inn!"

"The Flying Eagle is still there, I don't believe he can run anywhere!"

The strong man answered, and was about to go out, the scribe's gaze swept over the three ink characters in his hand, and he was very angry in his heart, and his internal strength directly shattered it.

At this moment, the originally ordinary white paper suddenly burst into countless powders, taking advantage of the strength of the scribe's internal strength, it spread directly, enveloping the two of them, the scribe's complexion changed suddenly, and he was busy holding his breath, but how could he still have time, he only felt dizzy, and then his body was in pain, and he almost fell to the ground.

Frightened in his heart, he raised his hand and took out a porcelain bottle, and the detoxification pill was frantically poured into his mouth like a sugar pill.

Two warriors who had already set foot in the seven grades meditated for an hour before they could barely suppress the toxicity, only to feel that although the toxic changes belonged to the nine grades, they had already seen it in their lives, and the limit of the nine grades could be called the wonderful of the superlatives.

Thinking of the arrangement, now it looks natural and simple again, but he is like a puppet in the hands of others, every step happens to fall into the trap, his teeth are clenched, and he suddenly sneered.

"It's good, it's good to hunt geese all day long, but I don't want to be pecked."

"Good!"

The laughter paused, and the scribe gritted his teeth.

"What a bibliophile! What a Wang Anfeng! ”

The strong man majored in external skills, based on the power of the giant elephant, his fists and feet were strong and strong, and his internal skills were inevitably weak, so he could only speak at this moment, but his voice was already hoarse, and he said:

"Third brother, do you still want to search?"

The scribe glanced at him and sneered:

"Search? What to search for. ”

"With that monster's scheming, naturally it won't be here, I guess I don't know how to use it, I escaped the surveillance of the flying eagle, hey, after leaving, I will definitely gallop on horseback."

"You and I meditate and practice, let go of the flying eagle, and go to find him!"

The strong man answered, closed his eyes and suppressed the poison again with his clumsy internal force, and the scribe reluctantly got up, stepped to the windowsill, and took a strange bamboo whistle from his bosom.

He is gifted and intelligent, although he can't be as concentric as his companions, but he can also barely command, the two flying eagles flew into the sky at the same time after a while, the scribe looked at the sky, sneered, his eyes were cold and resentful, but he didn't prevent the poison from even hiding changes, he didn't suppress it when he was distracted, his steps were soft, and he fell to his knees when he landed.

A look of pain appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth.

"Wang, An, Wind ......"

……………………………………………

On the official road, Wang Anfeng had changed back into the blue shirt, and the speed of the green horse slowed down very slowly.

He felt like he was almost seeking death.

Under the calm face, the heart was beating at a high speed, looking up at the clouds above his head from time to time, when he found a silver-feathered flying eagle, his eyes were slightly bright, but his heart accelerated again, and even felt that his breathing was a little short, gritted his teeth, urged the horse, and went towards the nearby city again.

The county seat is called Yuzhang.

In the direction south of him, the farther away from the city.

Entered the city, as always, the green horse to the horse shop, he entered the inn quite far away, although he was quite sure that the other party would never dare to attack his beloved, but he still felt guilty, paid three times the amount of silver, and asked for a guest room.

Close doors and windows.

Wang Anfeng exhaled, but fine sweat was still oozing from his forehead.

The flying eagle is extremely fast, and the opponents are all warriors who are stronger than themselves.

If you want to get rid of their encirclement, you can only make them think that they are not going to close the city at all, mislead its direction, and then take the path and hurry.

The boy gritted his teeth and looked up at the room.

The arrangement was Mr. Win's casual pointing, but this time, Mr. Win asked him to come by himself.

My heart was still beating fast, and I was starting to have an idea in my head.

…………………………………………

Yishan City.

The eagle fell, hovering and dancing in the air, and the eyes of the green-shirted scribe appeared in disbelief, and his face was slightly cold.

"Actually, in the direction of the county seat?"

"Isn't he going to Guancheng?"

At first, I couldn't believe it, but then I thought that Qing Feng Xie was just going to celebrate his birthday, and if it was him, he would make the same choice.

But the more you go to the county town, the more prosperous you see, and the more difficult it is to make a move.

The scribe was anxious, pacing from side to side, struggling many times in his heart, but finally gritted his teeth, and took out a tender yellow bird from a delicate bamboo tube beside him, although this bird was not as good as the silver-feathered eagle, but it was also quite rare, and he could send a message on his behalf, and he could find the master who fed him for thousands of miles.

He wrote a short message, tied it to the legs of the spirit bird, released it, and watched the spirit bird disappear into the far sky at a speed not inferior to that of the eagle falcon before turning around.

The strong man got up and said in a rough voice:

"Third brother, what should we do?"

The scribe's face was gloomy, and he thought of his leader's ruthless nature.

I was teased this time, and something went wrong, which must be enough to provoke him, and he trembled in his heart, and exhaled:

"Keep chasing!"

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