Night is falling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On a remote mountain road, surrounded by endless wilderness, an inn opened so lonely.

Everyone who mixes the rivers and lakes knows that anyone who can open an inn outside the wilderness has a certain strength or background, otherwise they would have been eaten by the roaring bandits or grass recklessly, and there would be no scum left. Of course, it is very likely that this store itself is a black store.

Wang Chan and Song Zhishu dared to move in, naturally because they were not afraid.

In the inn, Wang Chan changed out of the Shaolin monk's robe and put on a black suit again, fortunately he kept an eye when he went down the mountain and brought a few more sets of clothes, otherwise it would be embarrassing at this time.

Wang Chan stood up, pushed open the window, and glanced at the sky, it had just been nightfall, that is, it had not been a few hours since he left before.

Wang Chan returned to the room, sat on the bed, and began to practice the Yijin Sutra.

The kung fu of "Yijin Jing" is the vein of the whole body, which is the spirit of the five organs, which is circumferential but not dispersed, continuous and continuous, the qi is born from the inside, and the blood is moistened from the outside. After practicing this scripture, the heart is moving and the force is released, saving and releasing it, and it is naturally applied, and it does not feel that it comes out of itself, such as the rise of the tide, like the hair of thunder.

Wang Chan remembered what Fang Zheng said to himself at that time: "Practicing this Yijin Sutra is like a small boat ****** in the huge waves, when the angry waves are surging, the small boat naturally throws high and low, how can it be forced? If you want to use force, how can you use it? Where can you use it?"

The Yijin Sutra is only more than 1,000 words of scriptures, but Wang Chan feels more and more exquisite, at that time, the time is pressing, and he only has time to memorize the scriptures in the Xiaoao plane.

The night was getting deeper.

In a large room in the backyard of the inn, dozens of people gathered, led by the innkeeper, a lean man with a goatee.

"Hold the lamp!" said the innkeeper suddenly.

As soon as the words fell, a man in a short shirt dressed as a shopkeeper came over with an oil lamp, and the oil lamp burned silently, flickering and flickering, shining on everyone's faces in the room.

Hideous, slaughtering.

At this time, the goatee boss was holding a portrait in his hand, and if you look closely, you can find that the person on the painting is Song Zhishu, and there are a few lines of small characters on the side of the portrait.

"Boss, why don't we poison the food. A man asked.

"Song Sangongzi seems to be free and uninhibited, but in fact he is cautious by nature, and now he is in this inn where there is obviously a problem, how can he be careless about food. So if we do, we're going to be a big surprise. If this mission is not completed, you know what the consequences will be. The innkeeper reached out and touched the two goatees, his eyes glowing with coldness.

At the thought of the fate of failing to complete the task, everyone trembled unconsciously.

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In the room, Wang Chan was still practicing the Yijin Sutra, and since he practiced martial arts, he had become more and more accustomed to meditating to spend long nights. Sometimes when I think about it, I can't help but laugh at myself, I really feel more and more like an ascetic.

At this moment, Wang Chan sniffed and frowned.

After studying "The Five Poisonous Nerves", although Wang Chan's understanding of poison is far from being proficient, he is no longer so ignorant. With that sniff just now, he could clearly feel that there was a colorless and odorless gas mixed in the air, this gas was very strange, it could slowly anesthetize people's nerves, and by the time the poisoned person reacted, he was afraid that it would be too late.

"Sure enough, it's a black shop. ”

This was the first thought that came to Wang Chan's mind, he immediately closed his breath, stood up, and did not go out directly, but directly opened a door on the wooden wall on the side with a blood knife, and found that Song Zhishu was also breathing tightly like him, and his face was full of vigilance.

Wang Chan compared a gesture to Song Zhishu, the other party understood, and when the two came to the room, they found that this girl was sleeping in the quilt, and it was really thanks to her that she could sleep.

was slapped a few times by Wang Chan, and Luoluo came to his senses, but he still looked ignorant. Wang Chan stretched out his hand to clasp Luoluo's wrist and found that the breath in Luoluo's body was running freely, and the poisonous gas did not have the slightest effect on it. Looking up at her, I was shocked, looking at this girl like this, she was completely defenseless, there was no problem with being stunned after inhaling poison gas for so long, Wang Chan thought to himself that even he couldn't do it.

Generally speaking, the better the physique, the more difficult it is to be poisoned.

For example, the same dose of anesthetic can numb humans, but for elephants, it is somewhat insignificant. However, the operation method of Luoluo's own exercises is also different from ordinary people, and Wang Chan can only attribute it to this.

But now is not the time to dwell on these things, Wang Chan stretched out his index finger and dipped the tea in the cup, and wrote on the table: "Preemptively."

Song Zhishu nodded, and Luo Luo was teasing the golden-eyed black-feathered eagle on the side, affected by the poisonous gas, the young eagle couldn't help but look a little embarrassed at this time, and it was also because the alien beast had a natural resistance to toxicity, and if it was to change to an ordinary adult eagle, it would have been planted on the ground a long time ago.

In the inn, in addition to Wang Chan, there were of course other guests. However, when the enemy is not clear, there is no need to make extraneous branches. Wang Chan walked in front, went downstairs in an instant, and just arrived at the hall, he suddenly stopped.

I saw that the torches outside the inn were shining like day, and dozens of bright arrows were aimed at Wang Chan and them at the same time.

As soon as the two sides met, the group of archers outside the inn immediately loosened their already tight bowstrings.

Whoosh~

The sound of breaking the air sounded again and again, Wang Chan's face changed, and with a wave of his right hand, he took up the door, and at the same time pulled up a table and stood in front of everyone, forming a barrier.

I could only hear the sound of "dingding......dingding" and a dense crashing sound.

The pineapple table was immediately shot like a hedgehog, and more sharp arrows flew over the table and into the wall at the back of the lobby.

It was only at this time that Wang Chan felt that things were not as simple as he thought. The group of people outside were holding strong bows in their hands, which was not like the configuration of ordinary mountain bandits. Moreover, these people are so decisive, and their action is so consistent, even if someone says that it is the army Wang Chan, they will never doubt it.

Could it be that his identity was exposed, Wang Chan turned this thought in his heart, and when he turned around, he happened to see Song Zhishu's gloomy face. Along the way, this son of the family has always been smiling, looking heartless, and it was the first time Wang Chan had seen this kind of expression on his face.

Just then, the second wave of arrows struck again.