"Bang Bang!"

This is the sound of Wang Sanye's applause.

Zhao Rang didn't know if he really appreciated what he just said, or if he was pretending, anyway, he applauded very hard, and he shot the timbre of metal impact.

The more polite Mrs. Wang was to Zhao Rang, the more unconvinced Wang Xiaoshan became.

Just now, he still looked at Zhao Rang with great contempt, and now there are almost only blue and white eyes left.

But with the words of his father-in-law, Mrs. Wang, Wang Xiaoshan didn't dare to show it too obviously.

"Bang Bang!"

Three more hits.

Third Master Wang did not applaud this time, but slapped him.

Three sturdy slaps slapped Wang Xiaoshan's face, and his cheeks immediately swollen.

Wang Xiaoshan is known for his secret weapons, and the speed of the three slaps of the third master Wang is not fast, so it stands to reason that he can dodge it.

But he didn't dare.

Not only did he not dare to hide, but he didn't even dare to ask.

Third Master Wang didn't explain why he suddenly made a move on Wang Xiaoshan, but Zhao Rang knew that there must be his reasons.

Even if it doesn't, doing so can only bring one consequence, that is, to make Wang Xiaoshan's hatred for Zhao Rang even deeper.

From the moment Zhao Rang suspected him in the city of the late Lanmo king, Wang Xiaoshan held a grudge against Zhao Rang. When he entered the house just now, Zhao Rang and his father-in-law Wang San were sitting, but he was standing, and his dignity was immediately visible, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

For this kind of person with strong self-esteem, whenever someone cuts a knife in his self-esteem, he will definitely return it with ten or a hundred knives in the future.

What's more, the three slaps of Mrs. Wang just now are much more effective than the three swords!

"It's better to talk about the deceased as the greatest, I'm more interested in this."

Zhao Rang broke the silence.

It's not that he opened his mouth for this purpose, it's that he really wants to know how Third Master Wang arranged his life.

If it was with a glass of poisonous wine, Zhao Rang would really look down on him.

If Wang Xiaoshan was allowed to make a move, Zhao Rang still had a certain amount of confidence that he could kill him.

So what the hell, he didn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, so he asked it bluntly.

"The deceased is a big story, just now the old man lost his words. Punish yourself with a cup and make amends to Zhao Gongzi! ”

Mrs. Wang picked up the wine that had just been poured into the teacup, tilted his neck and drank it all.

In this game, there was no win or loss, but Zhao Rang knew that he had lost the upper hand.

Because Mrs. Wang not only did not explain what "the deceased is great" meant, but also used the rhetoric of "punishing wine" to justifiably prove to Zhao Rang that there was no poison in the wine.

In this way, Zhao Rang didn't drink just now, so he didn't have enough bearing, and some villains were too gentlemanly.

Putting down the teacup, Mrs. Wang smashed his mouth and said with emotion:

"It's a good wine, but it's a pity I only have one."

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"The more cherished things are, the sooner they should be enjoyed."

Third Master Wang asked with some surprise:

"Shouldn't you save it up and enjoy it slowly?"

Zhao Rang shook his head and said:

"After enjoying it once, it will not only be enjoyable, but also make yourself no longer worry about it. If you save it and enjoy it slowly, it will become a heart disease like a dog pulling a sheep's intestines. ”

Third Master Wang fell silent.

When he really thinks something makes sense, he doesn't applaud and he doesn't speak. He would try his best to use his not young mind to memorize the words that made sense word for word, and then repeat them again and again to convince himself, while throwing old ideas into the coffin.

But Zhao Rang, who said this, felt that there was nothing, but began to feel bored.

This boredom can quickly turn into irritability, and Zhao Rang has to solve the current situation as soon as possible before the irritability comes.

Because the decisions made when you are irritable will definitely be regretted in the future. For example, if you gamble on impulse and lose everything. Went to drink, got drunk, and lay on the street with a butt gnawed by wild dogs...... Such lessons abound, but none of them are as serious as what Zhao Rang is facing now.

If he made a wrong decision when he was irritable, he didn't even have a chance to regret it, but he could really respond to the phrase "the dead are great"!

So what he has to do now is to calm down.

The best way to do this is to find something specific and divert your attention.

So Zhao Rang picked up the amethyst wine bottle on the tea table, almost inserted the mouth of the bottle into his throat, and drank most of the bottle in one go.

The unique aroma and sweetness of the wine immediately soothed Zhao Rang's mood, and he felt that he could at least stay in a state of not being irritable for at least two hours.

From the moment Zhao Rang picked up the wine bottle, Third Master Wang showed a painful expression on his face.

It can be seen that he really likes this wine, not fake.

Older people naturally have better self-cultivation. Otherwise, why do you say that you are young and vigorous, not old and vigorous?

Although Mrs. Wang was very reluctant, he still let Zhao Rang enjoy it.

When Zhao Rang put down the wine bottle, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zhao Rang didn't even look back.

For he had already heard that it was not a man who pushed open the window, but a pigeon.

The snow-white carrier pigeon knew Mrs. Wang, and after flying into the house, it flapped its wings and landed on the shoulders of Mrs. Wang.

Third Master Wang gently stroked the smooth feathers on their backs, and then twisted off both of its wings with lightning speed!

"Why bother a pigeon......

Zhao Rang couldn't stand it.

If it is said to be a person, it is reasonable for Mrs. Wang to do this. But one of the pigeons could not speak, and its wings were broken. It's better to kill it than to do so.

"The old horse knows the way, and the pigeon knows the way. A snow-white carrier pigeon flies once is fine, if it flies a few more times, it will definitely be noticed. ”

"But what if you reply?"

Zhao Rang asked, looking at the pigeon that was constantly struggling on the ground.

"Haha, we never reply."

After Mrs. Wang finished speaking, he had already opened the things sent by the pigeon in his hand, and then continued:

"Besides, it's not a letter either!" 1

When it was handed to Zhao Rang, Zhao Rang didn't take it with his hands. He motioned for Third Master Wang to put it directly on the tea table, and then pushed it over.

Such a stingy behavior was looked down upon by Wang Xiaoshan again, but Zhao Rang didn't care. When looking at the portrait, the loss of poisoning has passed at most, and no matter how forgetful people are, they will remember it, not to mention Zhao Rang, who has a particularly good memory!

"Toast the wine and food, wash the dust for you, please come."

After reading the above words, Zhao Rang found that this was indeed not a letter, but an invitation.

The words on the invitation are very well-written, the ink is very thick, the pen is also very strong, and each word has a slight depression, some of which are in the wood.

However, before these three sentences, the title is written "Zhao Gongzi". After these three sentences, the place for the payment is empty.

An invitation can be without a header, but it must not be without a signing.

The title is the inviter, and the person who receives the invitation is naturally the inviter. If there is no payment, how can the inviter know who is inviting the guest? Of course, I don't know if I should go or not.

"This invitation is for me?"

Zhao Rang asked.

Although his surname is Zhao, only Zhao Gongzi is written on it, and the specific full name is not written. It is not impossible that there is another Zhao Gongzi in the royal city of the Single Night Kingdom.

"Of course!"

Third Master Wang said, raising his hand and beckoning.

Wang Xiaoshan immediately took out an invitation card from the placket of his clothes, and handed it to Third Master Wang respectfully with both hands. Zhao Rang saw that his cheeks were still swollen and had not completely subsided.

"I invited you and invited me, don't the people who invited you know that you want me to die very much?"

Before Mrs. Wang's invitation card was opened, Zhao Rang knew that it was exactly the same as his own just by looking at the appearance. I just don't know if there is any payment in his invitation.

"Zhao Gongzi will be mistaken. I don't want you to die, but I think you're a very good young man. If you had been born twenty years earlier, maybe Dawei would not have been divided into north and south! ”

That's a pretty high rating, especially when it comes out of the mouth of an enemy.

"The one who wants you to die is the one who treats you."

Third Master Wang said and opened his invitation.

His invitation was also not signed.

However, Zhao Rang was no longer entangled in who this person was, he was more curious about why this person suddenly changed his mind?

When a person makes a decision, he must have felt the most correct at the time. But if this decision is to be reversed, it must be a situation that has not been well thought out before.

The man who wanted him to die suddenly asked him to eat. The reason for this must be very interesting.

Especially after Zhao Rang saw that Third Master Wang also had an invitation, he knew that he, a guest, was definitely a temporary addition.

This dinner was supposed to be a triumphant revelry for their side, but for some reason, the revelry had to be postponed, and the enemy had to be added as guests.

"Looks like I have to go to this feast."

Zhao Rang said.

"Of course you have to go!"

Wang Xiaoshan didn't know which tendon was wrong, or he was broken by the three slaps, and he actually grabbed the words and teased Zhao Rang.

"No one can refuse the Sect Master's invitation, and no one can change it!"

However, this time, Mrs. Wang did not do it again.

Zhao Rang felt that it was not that he didn't want to, but that Wang Xiaoshan mentioned the "sect leader" who saw the head and the end of the dragon in the last sentence.

If he slaps him three more times, who knows if he is teaching Yoshiko a lesson, or refuting Yoshiko's loyalty to the sect leader?

However, Zhao Rang also knew from these words that the person who wanted his name was the sect leader, and the person who changed his mind and invited him to dinner was also the sect leader.

Thinking that he could finally meet this mysterious sect leader, Zhao Rang suddenly felt that this banquet was not only a must-go, but also worth it!

"But although the person who is the owner is the sect leader, the person who sent the invitation is not his old man himself."

After Wang Xiaoshan finished speaking, Third Master Wang added.

"Is it Hongjiang?"

Third Master Wang smiled and nodded, not surprised that Zhao Rang could guess correctly.

In the Broken God Sect, Zhao Rang has seen one in total, and that is Hongjiang.

She claims to be the protector of the Divine Cult, and even a great master like Gongzi serves her, and as a woman, she should play the role of a great steward in the Divine Cult.

"Hong Jiang is really a thoughtful person."

Zhao Rang said, closed the invitation, and held it in his arms.

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On the other hand, Yuan Mingkong failed to return to the green shirt guest and take care of his sister.

On the way, he was stopped by a group of people and told him that Yuan Kexin and Ximen Dazhuang had gone to Heijie, and that Hydiye was also there. They were sent by Hediye to pick up Yuan Mingkong.

Yuan Mingkong is not a child, nor is he a fool, of course he will not believe what the other party says. Especially these people refused to mention Zhao Rang, which made him even more suspicious.

You must know that he and Zhao Rang came out of the green shirt guest together, and went to the place where Hediye said that he had last seen the stranger, the Northwest Market. gale

Just when Yuan Mingkong hesitated, this group of people immediately dispersed back and forth, wrapping him firmly in the center, and there was a posture that whether you believe it or not, you have to follow us.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and heroes don't suffer losses in front of them. Yuan Mingkong had no choice but to give in and follow them to the black street.

Today, the streets of Intramuros exude an unusual atmosphere.

Almost all the people came from opposite them. In the entire royal city of the Single Night Kingdom, it seems that only a few of them are walking in the direction of the black street.

The few people around Yuan Mingkong had ordinary faces. Yuan Mingkong knew that he would definitely not be able to ask the reason from their mouths, so it was better to seize the limited time and opportunity, observe carefully, and maybe see some clues.

When there was still an intersection from Black Street, the street was completely deserted. In their place were majestic sergeants on horseback.

These sergeants were all dressed in heavy armor, and all of them were exchanged for military horses produced in the country of Shan Ye, from the smugglers of Dawei. With the level of mining and smelting in the Western Regions, even ordinary cast iron is extremely scarce, not to mention this kind of dark iron with extremely high hardness and excellent toughness.

In addition to this, each of these sergeants was armed with a spear and two knives. The ox tendon bow and crossbow were carried behind him, and the quiver next to the saddle was filled with arrows with triangular arrows.

The arrows of the crossbow are less tail feathers than the arrows of the bow. But because of this, the production process of the arrow shaft of the crossbow arrow is more demanding. As far as Yuan Mingkong knew, none of the countries in the Western Regions currently had the ability to mass-produce the arrows of this kind of crossbow arrows.

The war horse under the crotch of the heavily armored sergeant has a shiny coat, four hooves stepping on the snow, and the sides of the hind legs are branded with the sunset horse field, but the person riding it is even more majestic!

Such a sophisticated army is certainly not an ordinary army, but a palace guard who only obeys the orders of the lord of the single night country.

Yuan Mingkong and Zhao Rang had listened to Hydier and Akiz tell about the past twenty years ago, and they knew who sent this army.

The national teacher.

Or rather, the Sect Master, finally did it.

At present, the black street is surrounded by water, and I am afraid that even a fly will not be able to fly out, and the situation of the people inside can be imagined...... As the lord of the dark street, Akiz must be more than lucky.

Sure enough, all the shops in the black street were closed.

Yuan Mingkong looked up and saw that the most iconic windows in the black street echoing each other were all covered with black curtains.

The curtain hung down, constantly bulging and deflating in the wind, like an old man in the middle of his life, trying his best to breathe, in order to live a few more moments...... 1