Third Master Wang felt that today was really a good day.

Fortunately, I woke up late, and if I had been like usual, I wouldn't have been able to meet these three people!

When the stewards and Xiao Er heard the laughter of the third master Wang, they all stretched their necks to look this way, they may not have seen their boss so happy for a long time.

In the private room, the four people sat down as guests, and Mrs. Wang sat in the first place.

After Yuan Mingkong poured him a cup of Golden Wind Jade Dew, he was not in a hurry to drink it.

He was waiting for Yuan Mingkong to tell his true purpose.

Although Jinfeng Yulu is good, the old saying is better: the hands of people are short, and the mouth of people is short.

Mrs. Wang has been working hard for so many years, and he has a deeper understanding of this truth.

If he couldn't do what Yuan Mingkong said, then wouldn't he owe a favor in vain after drinking this glass of wine?

I'm at this age, I just want to be a rich man happily, live a comfortable life, and don't want to spend my brain on other things.

"The little one just wants to ask Third Master Wang about a few things."

After hearing this, Third Master Wang stroked the beard that was not short on his chin with a smile, and said:

"Then say it one by one."

Zhao Rang knew what Yuan Mingkong wanted to ask, and on the way here, the two discussed it carefully.

The main thing is the whereabouts of the feather arrows, and all kinds of things about the west wind.

As for the rest, maybe the third master Wang will coldly bring out a few words, then it will be regarded as an unexpected gain, but there is no need to ask specifically.

Third Master Wang looked at the wine glass in front of him and said slowly:

"Although the old man has lived in the Western Regions for a long time, he is still a Dawei person in the final analysis. I think at the beginning, if it weren't for that bullshit Chen family, the tossed power of divide and rule, I wouldn't have come all the way here. ”

Speaking of this, Mrs. Wang San sighed, and then continued:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Zhao Rang heard what Mrs. Wang said, and immediately felt a little depressed.

"But if you're sure that Lan Moguo did this, it could only be one person."

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong were already a little discouraged, but now they were interested again, and asked in unison:

"Who?"

Mrs. Wang lowered his voice and said:

"The fourth prince of the Late Land, Anzuo."

Unlike Dawei, the majority of the countries of the Western Regions is still based on tribes.

The head of the country is actually a spiritual practitioner elected by various tribes, and is usually the most powerful tribal patriarch in the country. The current ruler of the country was also elected.

But the fourth prince Anzuo mentioned by the third prince Wang is not the son of the lord of the country, but the eldest son of the second largest tribe in the country, the patriarch.

The tribe led by Anzo's father is second only to the lord of the kingdom in strength. Therefore, his eldest son can also be crowned as a prince, ranking fourth after the three sons of the current lord.

According to the rules of the Western Regions, the position of the lord of the country is not an absolute succession between father and son.

If after the death of the current lord, the strength of the tribe led by Anzo's father surpasses that of the country, then the position of the lord of the country will be inherited by him, and Anzuo can naturally become the eldest prince!

Therefore, in the late Lan country, the stronger the tribe, the more it can control the right to speak.

The current lord nominally rules the entire territory of the Lanmo Kingdom, but he can't interfere too much in the internal affairs of Anzuo's tribe.

They even have to show favor in order to gain the support of this large tribe. Anzo's father, as well as several clan uncles, all held important positions in the country.

But he, the prince, was alone, and he was not seen in the temple at all.

"Thank you, sir! Your news has helped us a lot! ”

Third Master Wang nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"One bite is turbid, and the other is Dongfang Ming!"

This is the record of "Golden Wind and Jade Dew" in ancient books.

"The ancients did not deceive me!"

Third Master Wang couldn't help but be a little moved, and the right hand that raised the glass trembled because of excitement.

"Apart from this fourth prince, has the prince heard anything unusual recently?"

Yuan Mingkong asked while the iron was hot.

Third Master Wang took another sip of wine, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"The nobles of the Western Regions all like the beauties of the Southland, you know that, right?"

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong both nodded, this should be regarded as the most profitable business since Dawei and the Western Regions traded!

When the market is tight, a superb beauty in the south of Dawei can exchange three war horses from the four countries in the Western Regions!

"Last month, a big Malaysian dealer came to me for a drink. He said that the business of Lan Moguo is not doing well now, especially ...... An"

The conversation came to an abrupt end here.

Third Master Wang's body fell straight forward and fell on the table.

Zhao Rang hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold on, but he was still a little slower.

"Master!"

Yuan Mingkong shouted loudly.

Zhao Rang stretched out his two fingers and put them on the artery in his neck and found that there was still a pulse.

"No one died!"

Yuan Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief.

"But poisoned!"

The pulse of the third master Wang is different in strength and weakness, the speed is different, and there is no rule at all, which is a typical state of the pulse.

"Bang!"

Before Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong could figure it out, the door of the private room was kicked open.

Three slender middle-aged men shouted angrily:

"What happened to the third master you guys?!"

Zhao Rang opened his mouth, and just as he was about to defend himself, the person on the right of the three said:

"Big brother, they must have poisoned their father-in-law! Xiao Liuzi didn't say that these three people used a rare wine to arouse the interest of their father-in-law, and this poison must have been in the wine! ”

Yuan Mingkong arched his hand and asked:

"Aren't the three benevolent brothers the righteous sons of the master, Sanshan?

The grandfather never married a wife in his life, nor did he take in apprentices.

When he left Dawei that year, on the way to Lan Moguo, he saw that these three young people were surrounded and killed by horse bandits, and they were already exhausted, so they took action and saved the lives of the three people.

Wang Yuanshan, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Xiaoshan are three brothers of the same mother, and after their parents died, they lived in the rivers and lakes and became orphans. I heard that I could make a fortune by traveling to the Western Regions, but I didn't expect to almost lose my life.

After being rescued by the third master, the three of them recognized the third master as their father-in-law in order to repay the grace of saving their lives, and they have been following left and right.

"The distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, the mountains are green, the three daimyos have long heard of it!"

But Wang Yuanshan, who was in the center, was not polite to him at all, and immediately drew his sword, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yuan Mingkong's throat.

And Wang Qingshan, who was standing next to him, relied on his superb short fighting kung fu to catch Yuan Kexin.

"What a shame!"

Zhao Rang was furious when he saw that Wang Qingshan actually wanted to capture Yuan Kexin, so that they could throw a rat trap!

kicked out the round table in front of him hard, wanting to make Wang Qingshan's figure pause slightly, and then pulled Yuan Kexin and the chair she was sitting on to his side.

How could Wang Qingshan's grasping technique with both palms be really amazing, taking advantage of Zhao Rang's distraction to rescue, when the blade was deflected, he immediately turned the momentum and attacked Zhao Rang's ear.

The root of the ear is the place where the death lies, and if the ear point is caught, it will die immediately.

Wang Qingshan's right hand plunged directly into Zhao Rang's jaw, and at the same time, the thumb of his left hand pressed the depression behind the root of Zhao Rang's left ear.

Zhao Rang was caught off guard and hurriedly slashed out.

Wang Qingshan braked quietly, and when he saw the knife qi coming to his face, he retracted his palms and stacked them in front of him.

Immediately unfolded his body, like a swallow, with a staggering posture, avoiding Zhao Rang's blade.

Seeing this knife splitting into the air, Zhao Rang had no expression on his face.

He stabbed again.

This knife is much slower and gentler than the previous one. Even the angles are mediocre and even a little boring.

But the more intense the momentum, the more often hidden in these seemingly inconspicuous moves.

It wasn't until this knife slashed in front of Wang Qingshan that it burst into sharpness!

Wang Qingshan couldn't help but close his eyes, he had never seen such a brilliant sword.

Looking at Zhao Rang's knife, it is like looking directly at the noon sun!

At this time, he realized that this knife could not be resisted, but he found that his body had been shrouded by this knife, sealing the way to retreat.

Although the sword light was bright, it was extremely cold.

Wang Qingshan felt that his bones were about to be frozen by this extreme cold, and he would "crunch" even if he gritted his teeth.

Zhao Rang's knife still failed after all.

Not because Wang Qingshan dodged at the last moment, but because someone helped him block the blade.

Wang Yuanshan's sword raised Zhao Rang's sword high.

It is not difficult to see from the cold of the sword body that this is a sword, and it takes a lot of effort to forge it, and it takes a lot of money to forge it.

Such a sword will definitely be cherished by those who use it, and Wang Yuanshan is no exception.

Therefore, instead of using the blade to resist the blade, he chose to use a relatively thicker blade.

On the other hand, Zhao Rang has no such concerns.

The knife in his hand only cost ten taels of silver!

Compared to the sword in Wang Yuanshan's hand, it is almost the same as picking up.

And taking too much care of your own blades is a bad habit that will kill you when you are facing the enemy!

Zhao Rang saw this, and then grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashed at the long sword in Wang Yuanshan's hand.

All three brothers have names related to their weapons and moves.

The mountains are long, and the length is his size, and the unique sword in his hand.

But at this time, his sword was slashed by Zhao Rang's dizzying eyes, and he couldn't raise his head at all, and Wang Yuanshan could only retreat backwards.

Zhao Rang threw a look at Yuan Mingkong, who had been staring at the other two, while chopping.

Yuan Mingkong immediately understood.

Just waited for Wang Yuanshan to take a few steps back and make a gap at the door, and he took his sister out first.

When the time comes, he will hit from behind with both fists, and he will join Zhao Rangli and outside, presumably it is not a problem to retreat with his whole body!

But this kind of continuous chopping and slashing consumed a huge amount of Zhao Rang's own strength.

He estimated that with the same strength and speed, he could still make about fifteen slashes at most.

Once this number is exceeded, both his speed and strength will plummet. The suppression effect on Wang Yuanshan will be much smaller, so it must be decided quickly, and within these fifteen swords, Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin will be given some gaps!

"Ding!"

Just when half of Wang Yuanshan's body had already given way to the door frame, a huge shock force suddenly came from Zhao Rang's knife body!

After steadying the knife, Zhao Rang found a three-inch-long bone piercing nail that fell next to his feet.

It was this hidden weapon, at a critical moment, that hit the back of his knife, giving him a momentum and giving Wang Yuanshan a chance to breathe.