This Duanmu Lingfeng was originally the young owner of the largest dart game in the capital, and he was also the only son of the old club Duanmu En. The Duanmu family has been operating from the cloud dart bureau for four generations, and the wide network, financial resources, and high reputation are by no means beyond the reach of the general dart bureau. However, since seven or eight years ago, this old man Duanmu has gradually handed over the huge business of the dart game to his son Ling Feng to manage, and even in the past few years, he has simply not asked any questions, and he has been bent on "playing in the mountains and rivers", and he has not seen each other for several months, and even Ling Feng does not know where his father is.

Duanmu Lingfeng is only twenty years old this year, but he is already a "big man" who has traveled south and north. All the heroes and heroes on the rivers and lakes who have heads and faces, when they hear the title of "being a family member from the cloud dart bureau", what they all think of is the young and promising Ling Feng Gongzi, the old hero of Duanmuen who picked the world with an iron gun back then is already yesterday's yellow flower.

Unfortunately, on the night of the seventh day of the eighth month, a catastrophe struck without warning.

That day, Duanmu Lingfeng had just come back from the dart, and he was also lonely, so he sat in the inner courtyard for a while, and then called a few brothers to play dice and gamble to pass the boring autumn night.

The gamble was happy, and the new little monkey ran in panting, pulling him out. Duanmu was very impatient and reprimanded him: "Little monkey, what are you making trouble about, you are in a hurry, do you want to be reincarnated!" ”

The other brothers laughed.

"Hurry ......up," the little monkey was still panting, "the ...... of the housekeeper The master tells you to run! ”

"What?" Duanmu was confused, "My dad is back?" ”

"Yes. Outside! The little monkey shouted in the direction of the door.

Duanmu Lingfeng realized the severity of the situation, after all, his father had few opponents in the rivers and lakes, but this time he anxiously asked him to escape outside the door, afraid that he would encounter a big disaster, but Duanmu Lingfeng still had to go out to find out. Everyone suddenly looked serious, and followed him quickly to the outer hall.

The Flying Tiger Hall in the Cloud Dart Bureau is a place where family meetings are held, and there are few people in normal times, let alone at night, but today it is full of people. All the brothers, whether they are the dart master, the deputy dart master, or even the running servants, are here, and the inside and outside have become a big circle. In the middle of the layers of people, there were a few people lying faintly, although they had not yet recognized their identities because it was dark, but Ling Feng chuckled in his heart and flew away.

Among the people lying on the ground, of course, there is Duanmu En, there is also a dart bureau veteran Master Hong and a sitting elder brother, who usually likes to follow Duanmu En around and is very respected by Ling Feng, but now, they are covered in blood and dying.

Ling Feng hugged his father and checked the injuries on his father's body, but the dense scars were soaked in blood, even if they were bright and dazzling under the light of many torches, which one could he stop? The man who was beaten by Ling Feng was at a loss for a moment, crying and screaming bitterly.

Xu is Ling Feng's collision touched Duanmu En's wound, Duanmu En frowned tightly, and woke up slowly. He looked at his son who was out of shape, suddenly pushed him away, and shouted vigorously: "Run! Come on! ”

Of course, Ling Feng didn't know what was going on, hugged his father tightly and asked, "Who is it?" Who hurt you like this? Daddy, Daddy, tell me, who's going to kill you? ”

"Don't ask why, run!" Duanmuen almost begged.

Before Duanmu Lingfeng could make any moves, more than twenty killers wearing black power suits, black cloaks, and gold-rimmed masks appeared out of nowhere outside the crowd. They are armed with short knives and sharp blades or strong crossbows and hooks, and they kill people when they see them, and they are ruthless, and they move extremely fast, all of them like hellish ghosts. In such a battle, the murderer is self-evident.

I saw six or seven brothers fall. Duanmu Lingfeng finally woke up from his grief, and his blood suddenly surged, he drew his sword, jumped up, and slashed at the killers. Most of the other brothers have also broken through the bloody storm, so naturally they will not be killed, and they have taken out weapons to resist. For a while, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the long-term hum from the collision of blades was even more chilling.

It stands to reason that the movement is so big, and the torches have lit the house, and the fire is all over the sky, the patrol officers and soldiers in the capital should have arrived a long time ago, but somehow, the time of a stick of incense passed, and no one came to inquire. Duanmu Lingfeng struggled to support, and finally saw that the general trend had gone, under the desperate protection of several brothers, he led the horses with his hands, and fought and retreated, and a few brothers barely escaped from the capital.

However, the word "escape" is also a no-brainer, after all, they have endured all kinds of hunts and assassinations every day for nearly ten days.

Once, when they were so tired that they were resting in a small teahouse, they happened to meet a little beggar, who looked like he was eleven or twelve years old, and begged them for food. Duanmu Lingfeng saw that the child was thin and small, and felt pitiful, so he relaxed his vigilance, but he never thought that the "little beggar" would give him a knife when he approached him. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and quickly turned his body to avoid the vital point, but he was still cut under the right rib. Duanmu Lingfeng slapped his backhand, wanting to fight back, but he didn't expect that the other party's speed was not inferior to him, and he had already dodged far away, and then fled, and after one of his brothers chased him out, he never came back.

Later, they deduced that the "little beggar" should be the famous killer "Little Lao'er" on the rivers and lakes, and this person is almost sixty years old, because he was suspected of washing his hands many years ago, so everyone didn't care. I really don't know who the person behind them is, and I can invite this "titans of the killer world".

Immediately afterward, they were subjected to two more large-scale interceptions. The first time at the lake, they escaped by the current. The second time happened in a wood. Because everyone is wounded, exhausted and dying. Ling Feng thought that the killer's target was himself, so why bother with the other brothers, so he took it upon himself to lure the killers over and help the brothers get out. After more than a dozen fights, he escaped to the hut of Ji Ying and Miao Tailor, and finally escaped. That night, his deceased brother Ye Chen found him, secretly settled him in a restaurant, and recuperated from his injuries for more than a month.

According to later statistics, because of this catastrophe, a total of 23 people were killed, 12 people were seriously injured, 6 people were missing, and the General Bureau was burned 6 or 7 out of ten, and the vitality was greatly damaged. And after so many days, I haven't heard that there is an official in charge of investigating this tragedy, and even Jing Zhaoyin has no arrest documents for the killer. This bloody case, which shocked those who heard it, did not set off the slightest shock, and the whole thing seemed to sink into the sea, silently, and quickly faded out of people's sight.

Some brothers said that they should return to Beijing as soon as possible. Since the Cloud Dart Bureau has dealt with many dignitaries and nobles in the past, looking for an official, and handing a letter of grievance to the Son of Heaven, I believe that someone will soon come to avenge them and punish the culprit, but Ling Feng thinks back to the recent events, and the more he thinks about it, the more strange he feels. Although the revenge is not in danger, he is keenly aware that forbearance is the wisest thing to do now.

So Ling Feng fell in love with Ji Ying, who was about to participate in the Spring Festival.

Ling Feng's "repaying gratitude" is not simple, but his chivalrous heart that likes clever tailoring is real. He thought, Ji Ying has a grudge, he also has it, everyone walks together, and it is good to have a care.

However, Fang Yanqing is an insightful old man. As soon as Ling Feng entered the door, he looked up and down carefully for a long time, as if he wanted to see through his "conspiracy". Ling Feng didn't shy away from it, and let him see it generously. Fang Yanqing looked at it for a long time, but he didn't come up with anything, so he casually asked for some names and addresses, and then agreed to his request to stay overnight.

But the next morning, before breakfast was ready, Fang Yanqing actually took Ling Feng's hand to talk about a game. This move surprised both Ji Ying and Miao Cut, after all, in the past few years that Fang Yanqing has been ill, he has never touched the chess pieces again, and he has not even played chess with Ji Ying and Miao Cut, he once told Ji Ying that the chess game is like a battlefield, and watching chess is like watching people. Today is to "watch" Duanmu Lingfeng?

For this reason, the most nervous is not the party Duanmu Lingfeng, after all, he doesn't know the old man's temperament, let alone his habits. He treated him like an ordinary elder, and naturally sat opposite Fang Yanqing. The chess game is set out, and black and white are clashed.

But this scene made Miao Tailor very uncomfortable. Although she didn't admit it, Ji Ying was very nervous judging from the only teapot she inadvertently broken, mistaking the inkstone for a tea set, and pouring half a bowl of vinegar into the hot noodles.

Ji Ying smiled secretly, Miaomiao is afraid that her heart is budding.

Duanmu Lingfeng accompanied Fang Yanqing to play chess for a long time, and the two sides won and lost each other, until they missed breakfast, and finally ended the "battle" under Miaomiao's repeated urging.

Fang Yanqing seemed to be very happy, and asked Duanmu with a smile: "I didn't expect that you are young and a person in the rivers and lakes, but this chess skill is unexpectedly good." Few people can beat the old man, you count as one! ”

Duanmu cleaned up the messy chessboard and replied, "The old gentleman praised it falsely. In the past, when I was walking darts, I often met seniors with superb chess skills and beckoned them to play chess games to relieve boredom. Therefore, the younger generation is a little utilitarian when learning chess. ”

"You are too modest," Fang Yanqing took the tea from the Miao Tailor and continued, "You doll chess is mean and steady, ingenious and upright, very good, very good......"

"But it's no match for your chess skills." Duanmu complimented.

Fang Yanqing, who was shooting this sycophant, was very happy, and it also made Miaomiao and Ji Ying happy.

In this way, more than ten days passed peacefully.

On this day, Duanmu Lingfeng came back from the city with a complicated expression. He endured lunch, but finally couldn't help it, and said, "The brothers in the capital sent me a message and asked me to return quickly." As you know, there have been such big changes in my family, and there are many things that I need to go back to deal with. I'll have to leave, but I'll be back in about a month. I will pay for the rented room, please forgive Senior Fang and the two girls. ”

"Will it be dangerous?" Miao Miao asked.

"I don't know."

"Is it okay not to go? Want to wait any longer? ”

"I've been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, and I've had too many days licking blood from the knife, so it doesn't matter." Duanmu smiled bitterly and said, "Besides, although I have suffered heavy losses from the Cloud Dart Bureau, the foundation is still there. Don't worry, I'll take care of myself, and I'll get to the bottom of it. ”

It was not easy for the judge to say anything more, and remained silent. Fang Yanqing took out a letter from the bedroom, handed it to Duanmu, and instructed, "You are going to the capital to be a messenger for the old man." You just give it to the big shopkeeper of Lanyue Restaurant, and when the other party has any reply, you can reply to me. ”

Ji Ying and Miao Tailor have been with Fang Yanqing for so many years, and they don't know what friends he has, let alone believers, so they are very curious, and leaned over to look at the letter. I saw that the letter was very tightly sealed, only marked with the word "square" in the lower right corner of the envelope, there was no address, and there was no recipient, which was really strange.

"Grandpa, who is this letter addressed to?"

"Send it to a friend of mine."

"How did I not know you had a friend who owns a restaurant?"

Fang Yanqing patted Miao Cut's forehead: "You stinky girl, there are still many things you don't know!" ”

Miao Tailor was patted, pulled his head back, and listened to his grandfather tell Duanmu: "My old friend doesn't want to show up, you be careful." ”

Duanmu respectfully accepted the letter, put it in his arms, responded one by one, and went to the capital.