In front of the City Lord's Mansion, Hong Qigong stood there calmly with no sadness or joy on his face.

"Qigong, it's really you!" Zhao Qi saw Hong Qigong at a glance from afar, and said with a pleasant face, as if he was really an old friend who had known each other for a long time.

"Hmph, I'm not a noble person called Hanako, but no one will pretend to be me." Hong Qigong said it angrily, Zhao Qi has indeed changed a lot, and the murderous aura on his body has almost condensed into substance, like a sharp sword that is about to be unsheathed, ready to be stabbed out at any time.

"Hehe, Qigong, let's go into the house for a while, I haven't seen it for a long time, but it makes me miss it, there is a lot of wine in the house, just borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and send it to Qigong." Zhao Qi said with a smile, he is not ashamed of taking other people's hole cards, the weak eat the strong, it is a matter of course.

"You're quite caring." Hong Qigong shook his head and walked into the mansion, until the last moment, he still didn't want to easily make enemies with Zhao Qi, whether it was for him or the beggar gang, it would not be a good thing.

The two walked side by side, Hong Qigong sighed deeply, in a short period of time, Zhao Qi's skills have improved a lot. This made him even more frightened, martial arts have reached the innate, and if you want to go further, it is almost as difficult as reaching the sky. Every trace of progress is a step forward and a breakthrough to its own limits.

It's like a 100-meter race, after running for ten seconds, even a breakthrough of one tenths of a second can be regarded as a world-class achievement. The same is true for the road of martial arts, the further you go, the more difficult it becomes.

In the pavilion, Zhao Qi had just asked people to prepare a banquet and casually invited Hong Qigong to sit down, "Qigong, you don't have to pay attention to those etiquette today." "The beggars don't pay attention to food. In order to show that we do not forget our roots.

Hong Qigong didn't make any excuses and sat opposite Zhao Qi. Reaching out and touching the wine on the table, his eyes couldn't help but light up. "This turned out to be a century-old green wine, I really didn't expect that the old name Hanako would be able to see this wine again." Lifted the lid and sniffed a few times, Hong Qigong's expression became excited, he is a good drinker, the last time he drank this wine, he hid in the palace and secretly drank a few sips.

"I don't know much about alcohol, so I don't know much about it. If Qigong likes it, he will take it and drink it. "Zhao Qi doesn't have any special hobbies for wine, these are all from the City Lord's Mansion, when it comes to rich treasures, there are not many people who are better than these powerful people.

"Hahaha, you're welcome to call Hanako, it's a waste to put it in your hands, um. Waste. Hong Qi laughed openly, he unceremoniously put away the wine, cautiously, for him. That's a very important thing.

"Qigong should have gone to the grassland this time, right?" Zhao Qi really wanted to ask about some things, Fan Wen brought back a lot of news, and he was always paying attention to the affairs of the grassland. That's the ultimate enemy, and you can't take that step. For him, it means nothingness.

"Yes, Temujin is a man of the world. It's a pity that it's the Mongols. Hong Qigong nodded and said, he is not the kind of coward who doesn't even have the courage to admit others.

"Then in the opinion of the Seven Princes, will the Mongols go south this autumn?" Zhao Qi received the news that the Mongols were fighting hard, time was pressing, if the Mongols really succeeded, it would be a disaster for him.

"Didn't you prepare for this? Why do you want to ask me? Temujin received the news of Yan Honglie's death and immediately began to prepare for this. Hong Qigong couldn't help but sarcastically say a few words to Zhao Qi, but still said this, he has been lurking in the grassland for many days, and many things can't be hidden from him at all, no matter how secret the Mongols are, as long as he wants to know, it is not much difficulty.

"Then why didn't the Seventh Duke kill Temujin by the way?" Zhao Qi was a little curious, but he said a lot about this person.

Hong Qigong looked stunned, and then said: "I always call Huazi to kill people in his life, but he never kills innocents indiscriminately, and everyone I kill is guilty of great sin and evil. ”

"The kindness of the woman, if it were me, how would I care about so many messes, and it is the most suitable choice to kill them cleanly. The Mongols went south, I don't know how many people will die under their butcher's knife, I don't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me. Zhao Qi replied meaningfully.

"Everyone has his own aspirations, and as long as he has not done evil, I will not kill him with my own hands." Hong Qigong's expression was firm, this was his path.

"Qigong, do you know Jia Yidao and the others?" Zhao Qi changed the subject.

"I've heard of it." Hong Qigong didn't know why Zhao Qi suddenly mentioned this person, it was the prime minister of the Song State and the like.

"He went all the way to the camp, and he didn't seem to have done any great evil in your eyes, but in fact he was a first-class traitor, misleading the country and the people, and in my opinion, he was the one who must be killed." This kind of person is more hateful than those bandits, as long as they hit Zhao Qi's hands, they will definitely not let go.

Hong Qigong's expression changed slightly, there were some things he didn't know about, he just didn't want to bother touching them, it would bring trouble to the beggar gang, and he was poked by Zhao Qi all of a sudden, but he had nothing to refute, "This is the reason why you killed those people?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the air froze a little.

"Do you need a reason to kill them?" Zhao Qi chuckled and said, as long as the person who dares to break into the City Lord's Mansion and wants to kill him is killed by him, what reason is there?

"Why do you hang their heads outside the city gates?" Hong Qigong's voice became solemn, which was exactly what he couldn't accept the most, and in his opinion, it was the least respect.

"I don't have such a big reputation and reputation as Qigong, just standing there, no one dares to do it, so I can only make this decision to deter the younger people. Why don't the Seven Princes keep it for me for a while? Then I don't have to bother so much, maybe the seven dukes can persuade them all to quit with a word. Zhao Qi laughed, this is indeed true, even if someone knows that he is not easy to deal with, but people have a fluke mentality after all. If it were Hong Qigong or Huang Yaoshi and others, I am afraid that not many people in the rivers and lakes would dare to plot to do it. It was the prestige accumulated in thirty or forty years, and it was killed step by step.

Hong Qigong was silent, and when he opened his mouth, he didn't say anything.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and they have led the way for hundreds of years. Seven dukes, a generation of new people for the old, since there are people, there are rivers and lakes, generation after generation has come over like this, the bones are heavy, and there will be a prestige that shocks the world. These people, who took refuge in the Jin people, followed the investigation, almost more than ninety percent of them have committed a lot of evil things, and since the rest have come to kill me, they must have the consciousness of death. If Qigong wants to try his martial arts, he should accompany him! Zhao Qi still has some respect for Hong Qigong, although he doesn't appreciate Hong Qigong's principle, but it does not hinder his admiration. It's like Zhao Qi himself will never be a hero or martyr, and he still admires those who can do it.

Hong Qigong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he laughed out loud, "In this case, we Jianghu people never talk about those lip service kung fu, so we use martial arts to talk about superiority, yes, that's it." "Zhao Qi lacks prestige, which is not difficult for him.

"Since Qigong is interested, it is better to hit the sun the next day, so let's start!" The last time the two met, Zhao Qi could only rely on the benefits of the Xuantie heavy sword, but this time it was different! (To be continued.) )