At night, the moon is cloudless.

The moonlight shone in through the thin window paper, shining on Feng Siniang's skin as smooth as satin.

Feng Siniang lay lazily in the water, put a pair of delicate feet high on the basin, let the soles of her feet accept the caress of the moonlight, and hummed the mountain song leisurely.

These feet have climbed mountains, waded through water, walked for three days and three nights in the scorching desert like a frying pan, and crossed thousands of miles of frozen rivers in the harsh winter.

These feet have kicked thirteen vicious wolves, trampled on one hundred and twenty-six poisonous snakes, poked the lifeblood of five flower thieves, and kicked out the name of a woman.

These feet are so delicate and delicate, they can't even find a scar, even if they don't leave the house, they may not have such beautiful jade feet.

The more Feng Siniang looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

She is a person who knows how to enjoy and also who knows how to appreciate, appreciating both others and herself.

It's a pity that her appreciation is mostly self-appreciation, if other people want to appreciate her, most of them have to try her westerly knife skills, as well as a secret weapon that seduces the soul.

"Alas......"

Feng Siniang sighed softly.

The fifteenth of next month is her birthday.

Feng Siniang doesn't like to celebrate birthdays, firstly because half of July is the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival, and secondly, because after this birthday, she will officially turn thirty years old.

Thirty years old is the golden age of men, which represents maturity, stability, and career success, but for women, this age is very unfriendly.

Chic as the wind, Siniang also feels like a remnant chrysanthemum in November, silently withering in the west wind.

Who knows how to appreciate it?

Feng Siniang felt unspeakably lonely.

When I was sad, I suddenly heard a melodious whistle outside, and there seemed to be only one person in the world who could blow the whistle so long.

Feng Siniang smiled, got dressed, and found Shen Lian sitting on the big stone outside, bathed in the moonlight, enjoying the wine, the wine brewed by Zuo Shi himself.

As the daughter of the god of wine, Zuo Shi is best at winemaking, and her skills even surpass her father's.

Feng Siniang wanted to abduct Zuo Shi from the Shen Mansion more than once, but every time she failed.

Shen Lian said with a smile: "Tonight, the breeze and the moon are bright, and the scenery is beautiful, if you stay in the room to sleep, wouldn't it be a big bad scenery and live up to this beautiful night?" ”

Feng Siniang walked over generously, sat next to Shen Lian, picked up Shen Lian's wine jug, drank three sips in a row, and burped contentedly.

"Good wine! Zuo's craftsmanship is really getting better and better, and I really like it more and more. ”

"If you like it, drink more, but don't beat the idea of my maid, there are only a few people in my family, if you kidnap it, won't it become an empty house?"

"If you don't want the house to be empty, marry a lady in the main room, in the name of your Shen Lian, the woman who wants to marry into the Shen Mansion is not a hundred but eighty."

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, I have three hundred days outside to investigate the case, how can the matter of marrying a wife be easily decided, I am not in a hurry about this matter at all."

Feng Siniang changed the topic: "Don't you be in a hurry about marrying a wife for the time being, and aren't you in a hurry about investigating the case?" ”

Shen Lian yawned: "There's nothing to worry about in this matter, senior sister, you have traveled from south to north, have you heard of hidden forces such as the Blue Dragon Society and the Power Gang?" ”

Feng Siniang muttered: "Power Gang, I have heard of it in the land of Miao Jiang, the Green Dragon Society, I have heard this name, and I know one of the dragon heads. ”

Shen Lian exclaimed: "Do you know the dragon head?" ”

Feng Siniang nodded: "I heard that she hid three catties of extraterrestrial meteorite there, and wanted to steal it to forge a treasure knife, but she caught it." ”

"And then?"

"Then the two of us drank and talked happily and became very good friends, and the knife I used was forged by a master craftsman, do you understand?"

"Understood, I won't ask."

Feng Siniang will never betray her friends.

Since the two have become good friends, it is absolutely impossible to betray each other, but this person can capture Feng Siniang alive and become friends with Feng Siniang......

What a few means!

Feng Siniang reminded: "She is a woman with high martial arts and high status and loneliness, the higher she stands, the more lonely she is." ”

Shen Lian sighed: "The higher you stand, the more people you will push behind you, and you can't afford to retreat, otherwise everyone will fall into the cliff and be crushed." ”

Being able to be in a high position depends not only on his own ability, but also on the countless helpers behind him.

How easy is it to quit?

Wan Junwu's martial arts are not brilliant, and his power is not very large, why is the status of the rivers and lakes very high?

Because he succeeded in washing his hands.

Because he is a fairy tale in martial arts!

In this chaotic rivers and lakes, washing hands in the golden basin is a life talisman, at least in the past thirty years, the only person who can live a chic life after washing his hands in the golden basin is Wan Junwu alone.

The others who washed their hands of gold were either beheaded that day, or handed over their forces and assassinated.

The enemy will not let go of this great opportunity, the disciples and grandchildren don't want to have a Taishang Emperor on their heads, except for Wan Junwu, the one with the most lives for three months.

It's not a leisurely and quiet March, but a March when he was poisoned and assassinated, watching his whole family being killed, hiding in the bloody Middle East, and feeling uneasy.

Wan Junwu has washed his hands for more than three years, but he lives a very chic and happy life, and every day he either drinks and feasts, or rides horses and shoots arrows, and teases his grandson.

He has no enemies in the rivers and lakes, his disciples and grandchildren are very filial, and his friends are all over the world.

Even Zhao Tianhao, the head of the Central Plains Dart Bureau, and he have been drinking friends for many years, once said that among all the dart masters in the dart game, Wan Junwu has the largest amount of wine.

Is Wan Junwu's alcohol really that big?

Of course not!

The most taboo to be a dart master is alcoholism, even if the head of the world's largest dart bureaus, he will not drink when he is darts, which is irresponsible for life.

Many of the old dart masters who have traveled south and north will quit drinking for this reason, so as not to be unbearable when they are darts, and there are also some dart games that will brew unique "dart wine".

For example, in Shanxi's Dawang Dart Bureau, their dart wine is old vinegar, which is refreshing and appetizing.

Wan Junwu doesn't drink much, but every time he drinks a lot, because he knows how to "spit out".

It's very common to drink too much and vomit, basically have no appetite after vomiting, and you can't continue to drink, Wan Junwu's ability is to be able to drink after vomiting.

drank and vomited, spit and drank, relying on this unique cheating method, Wanjun Wu did not pour a thousand cups of wine table.

Wan Junwu's senior brothers, disciples, and friends all knew his secret, and he thought they didn't know, so they pretended not to know and maintained a special tacit understanding.

So, when Wan Junwu went to the toilet to vomit under the pretext of convenience, absolutely no one followed.

If someone wants to assassinate, this is a perfect opportunity, Di Qinglin has been waiting for this opportunity for half the night, he will definitely not miss it.

Di Qinglin wanted to kill Wan Junwu.

Is there a feud between them?

No!

Is there a conflict of interest between them?

No!

There is neither hatred nor profit, so why kill? Because Di Qinglin wanted to kill people.

When Di Qinglin wanted to kill someone, no matter how difficult it was to kill, he dared to stab him, and when Di Qinglin didn't want to kill, Boss Qinglong couldn't force him.

Di Qinglin is not the leader of the Blue Dragon Society, he is just invited by the Blue Dragon Society to do them a favor.

Originally, he didn't want to do it tonight, but when he saw Feng Siniang and saw this woman who didn't fake anything to him, he felt very angry, he wanted to kill someone.

Di Qinglin has killed many people.

Whenever he felt angry, he wanted to kill.

His methods are very exquisite, coupled with the identity of the Hou Ye as a cover, he has never been exposed.

He is like an invisible killer, coming without a trace, going without a trace, striking with a knife, and revenating the soul.

He loves this method of killing, it makes him feel perfect, and he has an indescribable pleasure.

If you can't be perfect, if you can't do the "perfect crime of genius", there is no point in making a shot.

Di Qinglin had already arrived behind Wan Junwu, and had already taken out a short knife as thin as a cicada's wings, as long as he stabbed Wan Junwu lightly, he could kill people silently.

But he couldn't stab it!

Di Qinglin heard a terrible whistle, and the smile on his face instantly turned into coldness, and then turned into a warm smile again the moment Wan Junwu turned around.

Three changes in one second, flowing water, this is Di Qinglin's strongest ability, Shen Lian will never learn it.