It was noon, and Song Lanyi was sweating like rain in the martial arts arena.

Standing next to her was Niu Dali.

But he didn't come out to train.

Even the series of people behind Niu Dali are not here to train.

Rather, it is ...... and Song Lanyi practiced.

Pu Song happily sat on the bluestone slab, eating the watermelon that he didn't know where to touch, and said to the steward Wang beside him, "Song Lanyi is capable, so he came to the vassal king's mansion for a while, and brought all the good things from other people."

Steward Wang cut a piece of watermelon and was ready to send it to Song Lanyi at any time.

He muttered, "What "Mighty Bull Demon Fist", it doesn't sound powerful."

"Phew." Pu Song glared, "You old horseman is simply cheap and good-natured. "Mighty Bull Demon Fist" is not powerful? That is related to the mystery of the amplitude of the force, and the existence of a holy book in the hearts of martial scholars."

When Steward Wang heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, "This, such a holy book, is it so easy to give clothes and clothes? What do they think?"

"What do you think?" Pu Song smiled meaninglessly, "I heard a piece of news last night. Last night, the Yin Division was attacked by two mysterious people. I can know this news, you say, will they know?"

Steward Wang is not stupid, after Pu Song mentioned this, he had a lot of conjectures in his heart, "You mean Yiyi? They...... Interested in making good clothes?"

"Wrong!" Pu Song said categorically, "It's not about befriending Song Lanyi, but through Song Lanyi, befriending the strong man behind her. For a truly strong person, before he becomes a strong man, he is just a genius."

As the two were talking, they heard a bang, Niu Dali and Song Lanyi fisted, the footsteps of the two seemed to be immovable, but the bluestone under Song Lanyi's feet was intact, on the other hand, under Niu Dali's feet, the bluestone had turned into powder, leaving only a piece of tamped soil.

"It can't be!" Niu Dali was so shocked that he almost jumped up when he saw this scene.

His little brows furrowed, and he looked around Song Lanyi, looking left and right, "The fist strength is restrained, the collapse strength is not released, and the fist intent is mellow and restrained...... I started learning boxing when I was three years old, and I still haven't mastered it...... How did you do that?"

Song Lanyi looked at Niu Dali with a smile, "Want to know?"

"Hmm!"

"Then come with me outside for a while."

Niu Dali was a little moved, but he was a little hesitant, his chubby hand was wrapped around his chest, quite tangled, "Is it okay?"

"If you want to go, go there." At this moment, Mrs. Wen appeared in front of the people and said with a smile, "Just a little, when you go out, don't act recklessly, listen to others in everything, they are older than you, and they are more calm......

When it came to the word calm, Niu Dali glanced at Song Lanyi more.

For some reason, he thought of Song Lanyi beating up the painter at the temple fair.

Like this...... Is it really calm?

The question only flashed in Niu Dali's mind, and then was quickly dispelled by the joy of being allowed to leave the mansion.

He's going to hang out!

Temple fair! Magic! Mountains! Field!

He's coming, la, la, la!

At the gate of the Domain's Mansion, Mrs. Wen was smiling and watching Niu Dali leave.

She saw that kid had walked such a long distance, jumping and jumping, but she didn't expect to look back, and couldn't help laughing and scolding, "Little bastard, as soon as you go out to play, your heart will be wild."

Pu Song didn't know when he stood beside Mrs. Wen, and said with a smile, "Children are innocent by nature, so Madame doesn't need to be too harsh."

Mrs. Wen is not afraid of the temperament, but when facing Pu Song, she lowered her head convincingly, "On this trip to the south, I accidentally met the teacher, but the teacher ...... The disciple has a word, now that the southern border has become a pool of muddy water, it may even become a meat grinder in the future, you ......

In the end, she was a little reluctant to speak.

Pu Song chuckled, "Do you think that there is a problem with my path, and it is difficult to protect myself at this time, why do you want to get involved in this

Heap things."

Mrs. Wen hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

I only heard Pu Song raise his head and laughed, "The saint has the ability to predict misfortune and fortune, I have a hunch, this time, I will find the answer to the path."

Speaking of this, his expression became firm, and his eyebrows were pressed down, suppressing the fierceness of his eyes, "Because, this world is the world of the people of the world."

The spring and the white snow, the high and the low, that is the things of the scholars, the family, and the scholars.

But his path was different.

This is something that can also be felt by the "lower riba people", the power of words.

And this world is not supported by the scholars, but by ordinary people one after another, who construct this world.

Outside the vassal king's mansion.

Niu Dali changed into a regular suit and walked down the street, holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand, looking left and right, and said, "Where are we going? A temple fair?"

Song Lanyi denied it, "Don't worry, let's go see someone first."

"Who?"

"Yesterday's painter."

Niu Dali was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but speak, "Actually, you didn't remember his name at all."

Song Lanyi's expression froze, then his chin raised slightly, and his face was arrogant, "Why should you know his name when you are about to die?"

「…… Shh

Obviously, I just don't remember the name at all.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Let's go to the prison department."

The Town Prison Department is the cage where the Jinyi guards hold prisoners.

Even if he is in the domain, Jinyiwei, as the minions and eyes of today's saints, is naturally everywhere.

Jin Yiwei.

Town Prison Division

As soon as Song Lanyi entered, he saw jailers hurrying by, carrying a stretcher in their hands, and a light white cloth covered it.

When he walked quickly and the wind blew a corner of white cloth, Song Lanyi couldn't help but stop.

Just because the corpse under the white cloth is none other than the painter from yesterday.

The corpse's face was frightened and hideous, its mouth was wide open, and the tongue in its mouth dragged out for a long time, but most of it was cut off.

The wound looked as if it had been severed by a black-and-white impermanence of the soul hook.

Niu Dali also saw the dead man's face, he was not timid, he just frowned, "Dead?"

Zhu Xulin had already skillfully taken a jailer, stuffed a few dimes of broken silver, and walked to the corner.

The jailer tossed the weight of the broken silver in his hand, and his face changed to a smiling face.

Having traveled all the way from the north to the south, Zhu Xulin has become more and more experienced in facing such things.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to come over, "He died suddenly last night, according to the psychic, at the hands of black and white impermanence."

"Psychic?"

Song Lanyi keenly captured this special term.

When Niu Dali heard the word, he jumped up all of a sudden, "I know, I know! Ask me, ask me!"

Today's first update~