Chapter 127: Taking the Opportunity

Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly laughed, but he smiled a little treacherously.

"Then dare to ask the Seventh Prince, is it a crime to slap someone?"

Ying dared to be stunned, then blinked her eyes cutely, and said with a smile: "Of course not." It's just a lesson that he doesn't understand the rules, and it doesn't hurt him, how can it be considered a crime. If this is all a crime, wouldn't the 72 prisons in Xianyang be crowded with people?"

He shook the folding fan and said to the post chief, who had just gotten up from the ground, "I said, are you injured?

The postmaster received a slap in the face, rolled down the stairs, broke his forehead, and bled from the corner of his mouth, and certainly could not be said to be uninjured. But he also knows that he has been in Xianyang for a long time, not to mention this slight injury, even if he breaks his leg, he doesn't have the courage to sue a prince.

"No, no. The post chief shook his head again and again, and said with a flattering face: "This is the Seventh Emperor teaching the villain, how can the villain be injured." ”

"Look, it's okay. Ying dared to turn around and said to Wuji with a smile: "But ......"

As soon as she saw his eyes turned, Xiao Ziyue was a little nervous, holding the little beast cub and hiding behind Wuji.

Wuji stepped forward and grabbed Ying Dangdang's shoulder, and his fingers tapped Ying Dangdang's shoulder twice intentionally or unintentionally. Ying Dangdang suddenly felt half of his body numb, and his face changed slightly. "What do you want to do?"

The young squire's face sank, and he shouted, "Bold!" The figure flickered and deceived.

Lin Fei had already prepared, and stopped sideways in front of the young attendant, stretching his bow and arrow, and the tip of the arrow pointed directly at the young attendant's face. The young attendant flashed twice in a row, and his body was so fast that he had an afterimage, but he was never able to dodge Lin Fei's arrow.

At this time, the stone also reacted, and without saying a word, he waved a palm and slapped it towards the young attendant. The young squire couldn't dodge, took a slap, and flew out. Fortunately, he was in good shape, and he somersaulted seven times in the air, which barely dissolved the power of the stone's palm.

With a "bang", the young attendant slammed sideways against the wall, his face turned pale, and he didn't react for a long time.

"No, I don't. Mowgli blinked innocently. "Are you hurt? Where are you, let's go and get it checked?"

Ying dared to twist his shoulder, the soreness and numbness had disappeared, and he didn't feel anything unusual. However, looking at Wuji's joke, he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and hurriedly used a folding fan to pull away Wuji's hand, broke free, and looked at Wuji with a suspicious face.

"Are your attendants injured?" Wuji turned his head and glanced at the young attendant who was slapped by a stone, and the corners of his mouth crooked: "Do you want to go for an injury?"

"He's going to be fine. Ying Dangdang took a step back, stared into Wuji's eyes, and slowly retreated down the stairs. When he reached a safe distance, he grinned: "I forgot to tell you something." He called to leave a feather, known as a feather can not be added, and is a famous swordsman in Xianyang. ”

"Can't you add one feather?" Wuji also grinned: "One slap can be added." ”

Ying dared to laugh and arched his hand: "Look, we hit it off at first sight, we talked happily, and we forgot about business." On the fifteenth day of the first month, Shangyuan Festival, the Seventh Academy of the Empire begins to take exams, if you are interested, you must come, and I will wait for you at the gate of the Heavenly Academy at that time, and I will give you a pick-up. ”

Mowgli's heart moved. Do you still have to take an exam? Is this a test for me?

Ying dared to turn away, leaving behind a string of hearty laughter. Mowgli snorted disdainfully. Laughing: If you can still laugh one day, that's the real thing.

He didn't like Ying Dare to be a fan of it, so he took the opportunity of patting his shoulder to click on Ying Dang's acupuncture points. He didn't worry about the danger to Ying Dadang's life, the dignified Seventh Prince, it shouldn't be a problem to use the national medicine of the Heavenly Hospital to treat his illness.

He did this, on the one hand, to teach Ying Dare to teach him a lesson, and on the other hand, he also wanted to take the opportunity to understand the strength of Tian Hospital.

As one of the Seven Hospitals of the Empire, the Heavenly Hospital is responsible for medicine, and the Hundred Variation Pill is the masterpiece of the Heavenly Hospital, which is an important secret and a scarce resource.

Yin Xuan recovered quickly from several injuries, and Wuji suspected that he had the Hundred Variation Pill in his hand. Later, from the fragments of the consciousness of Sha Jingou, the great master of the Xiaoyang Kingdom, he also saw some information related to the Hundred Variation Pill.

It can be seen that Yin Xuan and Ling Hu Min do have the Hundred Variety Pill in their hands.

With their identity, they shouldn't have the Hundred Variation Pill at all, and they are not qualified to trade the Hundred Variation Pill with the Xiaoyang Kingdom.

Unless someone in the Heavenly Hospital colluded with them and secretly handed over the formula of the Hundred Variation Pill to them.

If the last wish of the Great Great Master is to be fulfilled, such a heavenly hospital may become one of the opponents. Before the two sides match, it is very necessary to understand the strength of the Tian Hospital.

......

Ying dared to go out of the post house, walked quickly, and followed closely from a feather.

The two walked to a temple a hundred paces away, and a monk dressed in yellow stepped forward to greet them. Ying dared to be polite, went straight to the west courtyard, climbed the seven-story pagoda in the courtyard, and stood on the highest floor.

"How's it going?" asked softly, leaning on the railing. From here, he could see the situation in the inn at a glance.

"The level of this archer is no less than that of the most brilliant centaur knight, and that giant is not an ordinary giant, and his strength is too great to estimate. ”

"It seems that this common man is not small. Ying Dangdang tapped his palm with a folding fan and said, "What the hell is the queen mother doing, how did she intersect with such a commoner? It can't be her illegitimate child, right?"

If you want to be away from a feather, you don't even dare to breathe. Such a rebellious remark is life-threatening just by hearing it.

After a while, he reminded in a soft voice: "Your Highness, since it is the queen's order, it is not appropriate to do this, right?"

Ying dared to look back and laughed disapprovingly. "What's inappropriate? Let me do something, but don't tell me anything, I can't find a way to test it myself? If he can't even deal with the Dark Eight Sects, he can't go to the Heavenly Academy, and he should die." ”

He paused, and then said, "I'm doing this for his good." Xianyang is the capital master of the empire, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger, and he can't survive without any real skills. ”

Bow down from a feather to receive the order. "The minister is guilty. ”

Ying dared to snort, and there was no hippie smile on his face, but a little more confused and heavy.

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As night fell, Mowgli became a little uneasy.

Three days have arrived, and if Jing Xiaoyang doesn't come, her body may leave sequelae, and it may even endanger her life.

If Jing Xiaoyang was really instructed by someone to steal the silver medal, then even if she died, Wuji would not care. But now the situation is different, Jing Xiaoyang stole the silver medal only for an inexplicable reason, not someone instructed her to take her life, which is too heavy.

Mowgli doesn't mind killing, but he doesn't like to hurt the innocent. It is precisely because of this that he is not eye-catching to Ying's daring style.

If you have the power or the strength, can you take people's lives lightly? Wuji is very shameful about this kind of behavior of bullying the weak.

He asked Lin Fei and Mu to go to Jing Xiaoyang's house again.

Lin Fei received the order and set off immediately.

Before he reached the gate of the small courtyard, Lin Fei felt abnormal, and along the way, the gates on both sides of the road were closed, and there was not even a single figure on the road. However, Lin Fei could feel that behind every gate, there seemed to be someone peeping.

"Wood, there is danger. Lin Fei took off the bow, held it in his left hand, and dialed the quiver to a convenient position, ready to draw the arrow and launch it at any time.

Wood replied with a sullen voice, and removed the shield and hammer from his back.

The door of the Jing family's courtyard was hidden. Lin Fei stopped, took a few steps back, leaned his back against the back wall of the previous house, and looked sideways. At the same time, his ears were silently attached to the wall, listening to the movement behind the wall.

With his realm, he can hear whether there is anyone in the courtyard through the wall, unless the other party's realm is higher than him, and he deliberately controls his breathing and heartbeat.

The wood stepped forward and looked at the situation in the courtyard condescendingly. He was nearly two feet tall, taller than the courtyard wall, and standing in front of the door, he could easily observe every grass and tree in the courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet, and there was no one.

Mu turned his head and shook his head at Lin Fei. Lin Fei looked at him, suddenly changed color, raised his bow and arrow, shot an arrow, and flew out grazing the wood's ear.

"Ding!" there was a soft sound, and a blade about three inches long and shaped like a fingernail was shot by an arrow and flew away without a trace.

"There is an ambush!" Lin Fei shouted: "Wood, kill it!"

"Okay!" Wood held his shield in front of him, and with a swing of the hammer in his right hand, a large hole was punched out of the entire courtyard wall of the Jing family, and the smoke and dust rose and the adobe flew wildly, smashing into the three main houses like hail.

In the smoke and dust, Lin Fei shot into the courtyard like an arrow from the string, and before the person who rushed out of the room raised his weapon, he shot seven arrows in one breath.

The sound of "whoosh" was incessant, and seven men dressed in black were shot in the throat and fell to the ground screaming.

The wood also broke in, and with a swing of the hammer, half of the roof of the house was lifted, revealing the three Jing family members who were tied together in the room, as well as the main Jingmen Gate of the Jingmen Gate who was sitting in the middle of the Dama Jinma.

It's just that at this moment, Jing Dahai's face was full of horror, and he didn't have the calmness and domineering of the master of the sect.

"Wood, take someone away, I'll break it!"

"Okay!" Mu answered, stuck the hammer on his waist, stretched out his huge hand, lifted the three of the Jing family, and turned to leave. He ran with huge legs nearly a foot long, his legs were like the wind, and his steps were like thunder, like an ancient beast running wildly, unstoppable.

Several figures jumped out of the courtyards on either side, waving their arms and throwing out a little cold light.

Wood raised his shield, protected it behind him, and galloped away. The cold light shone on the shield, shooting out clusters of sparks, but it failed to hurt the wood and the three Jing family members hiding behind the shield.

Lin Fei pulled his bow and shot sharply, the strings sounded like thunderbolts, and the arrows went like meteors. In a moment, more than a dozen people were killed by arrows, and the rest of the people were shocked, and they couldn't care about hurting people anymore, so they crawled to find their hideouts.

Lin Fei ran in the direction of the post house as he turned around and shot an arrow.

The feather arrow galloped a hundred paces, through the broken courtyard gate and wall, and shot towards Jing Dahai.

Jing Dahai, who had just come out of the room, roared angrily, exerted all his strength, and slammed to the side.

The arrow grazed his neck, piercing a foot-thick earthen wall and disappearing into the darkness.

Looking at the hole in the wall as thick as an arm, Jing Dahai couldn't help but gasp, his scalp was numb, and his hair stood upside down.