Huang Jian looked at Mr. Jin coldly, a pig-killing knife was resting on his shoulder, the knife was a little wet, and the blade could vaguely see the red blood flowing down.

Feeling the sharp blade against his neck, Mr. Jin trembled all over, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

"Mr. Jin, let's talk about it after you think about it."

Meng Ke's cold voice came.

Mr. Jin swallowed his saliva, forced himself to calm down, and said with a fearless expression: "It is incumbent on Jin to help the two heroes!" ”

"Second brother, don't be so short-tempered! Didn't Mr. Jin agree? ”

Huang Jian snorted coldly and moved the knife away a bit.

'Whew! ’

Mr. Kim gasped, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

"This is a note you need to imitate."

"That's what you need to write."

Meng Ke unfolded a letter and took out a piece of letter paper from his clothes.

Of course, these two things were found from the hall master's bedroom, and the owner of the handwriting was the hall master's confidant Xiang Zhu, surnamed Hu Mingyu, who was in charge of the local White Lotus Sect in Zhengding Mansion.

The other letter is a report letter written by Meng Ke himself, who is it to report?

It was reported that another incense lord under this hall master killed the hall master, and the incense master's place of responsibility was Shuntianfu.

That's right, the Shuntian Mansion at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

It was precisely because of this unique geographical location that the White Lotus Sect, which was supposed to set up a branch in the provincial capital Shuntianfu, hesitated.

In order to avoid the Zhili branch hall being wiped out, the branch hall owner finally set up a stronghold in Zhengding Mansion.

But Shuntianfu, a capital and heart, can't be given up, right? If you want to develop your power in this kind of place, you can only take a money offensive, and it is this decision that causes the incense lord of Shuntian Mansion to obtain a lot of resources and a high status, and belongs to the first incense lord in the branch.

It means: as soon as the hall master dies, the incense master can go up.

Mr. Jin unfolded the two letters and spread them out on the table and looked at them, looking at the handwriting on them like a dog's crawl, with a look of disbelief.

"I think this hero's words are exactly the same as the words I want to imitate, so there's no need to arrest me."

One is a modern person who has never used a brush and can only write simplified characters.

One is a fisherman who was born in the market and had never read a book before becoming a incense owner.

The writing is basically in the ranks of miserable.

"Ahem......"

Meng Ke's old face turned red, and he coughed a few times to hide his embarrassment, "Write quickly, don't talk nonsense!" ”

Mr. Jin didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly wrote on it.

"Second brother, take care of him."

After leaving the next sentence, Meng Ke flashed and left.

Outside the door is Lin Hai, who has shown his face many times in Zhengding City.

"How?"

Seeing his junior brother coming out, Lin Hai hurriedly greeted him and asked in a low voice.

"That guy has two brushes, and he does imitate handwriting."

For professional technology, Meng Ke gave a positive evaluation.

"Hehe, of course. I drank with him that time, and I heard him claim to be a descendant of Jin Dajian, a jade arm maker in the 100th and 8th General of Liangshan, and he was especially good at imitating other people's handwriting. ”

Looking at the senior brother with a smug smile, Meng Ke blinked his eyes and wanted to tell him: You have been deceived.

He is good at calligraphy is the holy hand scholar Xiao Rang, and the jade arm craftsman Jin Dajian is good at making seals.

The letter was quickly written, and Meng Ke took out a handwritten letter again, a letter that really wanted to be written, and asked Mr. Jin to continue.

The owner of this letter is the master of the hall.

The hall master is dead, the master is missing, and the residence is empty.

According to Lin Hai's description, Meng Ke's profile of the hall master and his subordinates, this life-sparing but ruthless master should still be hiding in a corner and carefully planning for the best interests.

This is the only flaw in Meng Ke's plan, and the only loophole he can exploit.

The two letters were quickly taken out by Huang Jian.

A big drama is about to kick off.

As a chess player and a trader behind the scenes, all Meng Ke needs to do is wait.

Wait for the letter to be delivered to the place where it should be delivered, and wait for things to ferment.

……

In ancient times, messaging was slow.

Many people only heard that there was a tragedy in Zhengding Mansion, but as for the identity and name of the deceased, they didn't know it at all.

Incense owners in other places don't even know that their bosses are cold.

As a local incense owner, Hu Yu's first thought was to hunt for the murderer, the White Lotus Sect involved three sects and nine streams, but at the moment, it was also powerful.

There is no live mouth, how to check?

The night was slightly cool, and the moonlight was bleak.

"Master, there is a person outside who said that he is here to congratulate you and wants to see you."

The voice of the nurse sounded outside the door.

Hu Yu frowned slightly, at this point, how could anyone come to him?

Don't......

Thinking of a possibility, Hu Yu was shocked.

"Invite him in."

"Yes."

Soon after, a dusty scribe in a scruffy gown was ushered into the hall by the servants, who was playing chess with the hall master the day before.

"Master Li?! Why are you so embarrassed? ”

Hu Yu stood up from the chair, leaned forward with a slightly chubby body, pressed on the table, and finally saw the faces of the people by candlelight.

"Li Dao, congratulations to Lord Hu Xiang, no, congratulations to Master Hu Tang!"

The master changed his arrogance in the past, and he was attached to the ground, like a guard dog, and became extremely submissive.

"Hall Master? Don't talk nonsense! The main ...... of this incense What is there to celebrate? ”

Hu Yu's face lowered slightly, his eyes flickered, and his heart beat faster.

Seeing this, the smile on the master's face became brighter and brighter.

"The hall master has passed away, and the branch hall cannot be left without an owner for a day, and Hu Xiang is the right-hand man of the old hall master......"

“…… When it goes one step further! ”

Master's words were like a demon's whisper, arousing ambitions and desires that Hu Yu had never had before.

The right is charming, but Hu Yu knows in his heart that he has a few catties and a few taels.

"Can I be? The main rudder, the Shuntian Mansion, and the surrounding incense masters......"

"Why not? Let's report to the chief helm and blame the death of the hall master on the one in Shuntianfu. There is no need to wait for the chief helm to reply, first capture the thief and capture the king before he is ready. As long as they are dealt with, aren't the rest of the people at the mercy of the Hu Tang master? The dust has settled, the crime is condemned to death, and the chief helm has nothing to say. When the time comes, with the power of great victory, who will dare to oppose you around the incense lords? ”

is worthy of being a master, stood up, carried his hands behind his back, and talked eloquently so that Hu Yu's heart was shaken.

The position of helmsman seems to be as easy as a finger.

"My husband is like Liu Bei has Wolong, and Song Jiang has Wu Yong!"

Hu Yu eagerly stepped forward and patted the dust off Master Li's body.

Although the endings of the characters who were exemplified by this Hu Xiang Lord were not good, Master Li at least felt a trace of respect, which was not found in the old hall master.

He was satisfied.

The two fell asleep like a wise man in history, and chatted all night about the grand cause.

……

Under the moonlight, a figure slipped out of the alley opposite Hu's house, avoiding street patrols and watchmen, and finally turned into the fifth house on Dongfang West Street.

"Senior brother, you are a god! After nightfall, Master Li really appeared at the door of the house surnamed Hu! ”

A chess player is a chess player after all, and he is always a step ahead.