"Old man, I'm back."

Shang Luo pulled his throat weakly, and then took the fake beard off his face with a basin of water, revealing a delicate and delicate face, but his vitality was no longer there, and he was a little confused.

"You still know to come back!"

The man in his turban walked out of the room angrily, bearded and tiger-eyed, and at first glance he looked full of arrogance, not at all like a good people.

The big man grabbed Shang Luo's back collar and lifted her up: "Tell me about you, you have nothing to do to be a thief, you really lost your face, this is not counted, provoked that Huashan ran thousands of miles to Jiangnan to arrest you, you still dare to go out!" Yes?! ”

"It's not like you've been taught that those skills don't work." Shang Luo couldn't help but retort.

It's okay not to say this, but when he said that the big man was even more angry, he blew his beard and glared: "It's obvious that you, a stinky girl, are cheating and playing tricks when practicing, and your master's skills are also among the best in the rivers and lakes, why was it ruined like this!" ”

"How can anyone practice all day and night," Shang Luo, who was sprayed with saliva, said in disgust: "You can fool me hard, one day your daughter will be beaten up." ”

"Huh? What's going on? ”

Finally sensing that Shang Luo's mood was wrong, the big man put her down and asked in an unkind tone, "What's the matter, this is being bullied?!" ”

Shang Luo told the big man about meeting Lu Hanjiang at the end one by one.

"Hmph, these lackeys of the government will make them look good one day sooner or later."

The man said fiercely, but he also knew that he was against Jinyiwei, and he couldn't afford it with his weight, so he said in a deep voice: "According to his words, I shouldn't take you as a little thief, let's not worry about him, you just happened to stop at home for a few days." ”

"It's going to be a trick...... Shang Luo pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, she has poor kung fu, but her brain is not stupid, and she knows what the consequences of going against Jinyiwei are, so she just loses her temper.

The man snorted embarrassedly, then picked up Shang Luo and began to urge her to practice hard, and the two of them just buried each other while practicing martial arts.

......

On the other side, Lu Hanjiang checked Shang Luo's bottom.

Knowing the origin of the name, it is much more convenient to check the person again, the brand of Beizhen Fusi is easy to use wherever it is, and Lu Hanjiang easily found her from the local household register.

"Shang Luo, Li Shan, father and daughter don't have the same surname."

Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows, in this case, either this Li Shan is a wealthy businessman, or, they are not father and daughter at all, as far as intuition is concerned, he prefers the latter.

"It's unlikely to be a coincidence......"

Lu Hanjiang pinched his chin and hesitated, do you want to come to the door to see him, since the identity is fake, then the name is also fake, but martial arts can't be fake, there are some things, you can know it when you try it.

After thinking about it again and again, Lu Hanjiang decided that it was better to have more than one thing, and Shang Jidao had already quietly pitted him, and then mixed it in, which really violated his principle of being a man.

After all, what does it have to do with him?

After flipping through some records at random and covering up the traces he left behind, Lu Hanjiang went straight back to the inn, and finished watching all the excitement today.

That Master Gong threatened to hold a banquet for three days in a row, calling the thief saint, but Qi Li simply stayed in the Fulu Building because he couldn't find a clue, waiting for the thief to come to the door.

Not only that, but even Liu Yishou pinned his hope on the self-esteem of the thief after searching for hopelessness, and went to Fulu Tower to squat after pretending to dress up.

It's just a pity that the real thief saint has already been hit by Lu Hanjiang and gone home.

As a result, there was really no appearance of the thief saint for three consecutive days, and there were countless abused people in the Fulu Building, and Master Gong realized that he forced the thief saint not to show up, and he was really happy.

But the other two were not in a good mood, the reputation of the thief plummeted, and Qi Li also chose to leave, although he didn't want to end it like this, but people just didn't show up, what could he do.

Qi Li got nothing and you can imagine how disappointed he was, while Liu Yishou was annoyed, the agreed period was approaching, and at this moment, Qianhu was destined to have no chance with him.

At this time, Ying Wuwu, after many days of siege and pursuit, has forced the knife man into a dilapidated mountain temple.

Ying Wuxian pushed with both palms, and the fierce internal strength knocked the knife man to the ground, and the domineering palm wind shattered the crumbling wooden doors on both sides.

This mountain temple is dilapidated, and it has long been impossible to see which way the gods are enshrined, so Ying Wuxian forced the knife to the corner, and took out the embroidered spring knife and put it on the other party's neck.

"Master Wang, do you be honest yourself, or do you go back with your head, pick your own."

"Phew." Spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, the swordsman surnamed Wang didn't look at the embroidered spring knife on his neck, and grinned: "The skills are not as good as people, this time Lao Tzu is planted, if you want to kill it, you will follow you, but the hateful Lao Tzu is also a good hand in the Ten Thousand Daomen, and it fell into the hands of you, a dog official." ”

"You're just a rogue, what kind of hero," Ying Wuxian looked at the swordsman mockingly and said: "Besides, the Ten Thousand Daomen is long gone, don't look at me with that kind of look, if you are destroyed, it is not the imperial court, who let you have nothing to provoke those righteous factions." ”

The swordsman stared at a pair of big eyes, and simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"No last words?" Ying Wuxian shook his head a little bored, raised his arm, and was about to cut off the head of the knife man when he raised the knife in his hand.

A flash of blood appeared on the ground, and the hairs on his body stood up instantly, almost instinctively reversing the blade and slashing behind him, the blood-colored knife fell, accompanied by an ominous sound of wind, as if ten thousand ghosts were crying, and it was extremely terrifying.

"Poof!"

The blood in Ying Wuyan's mouth spurted wildly, and the person flew directly out of the mountain temple, under this knife, the power was so terrifying.

He didn't even dare to look back at the man who drew the knife, he held the knife in his right hand and threw it at the knifeman, betting that the person who came was familiar to the swordman, and that he would save the enemy, and immediately took out his crossbow arrow in his left hand and shot it backwards.

Under the two hands, sure enough, the next knife flashed, and it did not come towards him, and after earning this bit of life, he should run away without a loss.

"Hmph, rats." The person who came out of the knife looked at Ying Wuxian's disappearing figure with disdain, but he didn't catch up again.

In the mountain temple that had collapsed half of it, the swordsman saw the comer, and knelt down excitedly regardless of his injuries: "I've seen the door master!" ”

After staring at the swordsman for a while, the man said: "Wang Laojiu, there is a sentence that the rat generation said is right, the Ten Thousand Knife Gate is indeed gone, and the master is now just a butcher who sells pork, and he is no longer the owner of the door." ”

"The master of the door ......" Hearing what the man said, a big man surnamed Wang was in tears, whimpering and speechless.

"Okay, crying, annoyingly tight," the man waved his hand impatiently, and after a long silence, he said in a low voice: "When Wandaomen suffered, it was the master who couldn't stand your brother, saving your life today, it can be regarded as paying off the debt, don't do it again in the future, live honestly." ”

Regardless of the knifeman's shouts, the man disappeared in a few breaths.