Chu Qingliu said: "In my opinion, Miss Qu will never ask you for trouble in opening the Southern Dart Bureau, she is a person who can distinguish priorities." ”

Mei Zhanxue said: "The Kainan Dart Bureau was all in the past, and now it is called Kainan Goods." Qu Lingyu is not looking for trouble, you don't count. ”

Chu Qingliu said: "Third sister, the matter of Hengshan, I'm afraid that it will be difficult for a while." When you return home, you must bring a letter to Hengshan, so that I will not be disturbed. ”

Mei Zhanxue said with a smile: "I will send a letter to Hengshan, and a letter to you Wanghaizhuang, so that you can always receive one, okay? I'm afraid that I will die in the hands of Qu Lingyu's father and daughter, and I won't be able to write any letters." Second brother, will you avenge me?"

Chu Qingliu said: "Yes, definitely, is the oath said in vain when you bow down?" took out the porcelain bottle containing the meat red pill in his arms, handed it to Mei Zhanxue, and said: "Mr. Xu, this meat red pill seems to be of great help to internal strength, I can't cultivate internal strength anymore, and it is already a waste of things to take it again, so it's better for you to take it." As the saying goes, when you wipe the gun, you will not be happy. ”

Mei Zhanxue took it, and also took out two porcelain bottles, one red and one white, handed them to Chu Qingliu, and said: "If I want to give you the fundus needle, you will definitely not ask for it, this medicine is Mr. Xu's guidance, and I play with it myself, and it is also my own thing." In this red bottle, the end of the medicine is red, so it is called Meijia Hongwen, and the white medicine in the white bottle is called Meijia Baiwen. These are all poisonous things, if you get into the red woman, you will use the white woman to solve it, and if you get the white woman, you will use ordinary antidote drugs to solve it. Especially this red girl, as long as she sees blood, she will no longer be able to live, whether it is me or Mr. Xu, she can't be saved. When you go to a place where there is no one in front of you, you have to use a small bottle separately, and usually only carry a small bottle with you. You don't have martial arts now, and if this medicine is copied by others, it will hurt a lot of people. ”

Chu Qingliu nodded in agreement and said, "Third sister, you get on the horse and leave first, if you go, I will leave." Mei Zhanxue said: "It's okay." "Got on the horse, slammed two whips, and in an instant, he went far away, and Chu Qingliu also turned to Hengshan.

This place is less than 400 miles away from Hengshan, and two days later, at dusk, Chu Qingliu entered the boundary of Hengshan. Chu Qing dismounted, to a farmer to inquire about the direction of Miaoyiguan, and learned that this Hengshan is not big, but it is not small, it is more than 80 miles from north to south, and it is more than 30 miles wide and narrow from east to west, and it is several times larger than Jiuhua Mountain. The farmer said: "I have a strange nature, I always can't trust monks and Taoists, and I will never give them money to enjoy, even if I burn incense, I only burn it in my own home." Which hill is this wonderful view of, I really don't understand it very well, don't blame you, guest. "Let's go.

When I asked a few more people, they couldn't understand the words, and the two sides became more anxious. Looking at his clothes, they are all Miao people and Li people, and one of them also knew that he was going to ask for directions, but he was unable to explain clearly, so he had to point to an orchard on the side of the road, and said goodbye, and there was a shack faintly on the edge of the forest.

Chu Qingliu went over and saw that the shed was quite small, which could accommodate three or five people to sit up, with a thatched roof and walls on three sides, which was very exquisite. At night, there is no one to live, and I want to come to Hengshan with a mellow folk style, and this shed is only for farmers to rest during the day and avoid the wind and rain.

The fruit trees are full of grapefruits, and there is no wind and fragrance, Chu Qingliu doesn't know anything about this, so he has no intention of looking closely, letting the horses eat grass, and working his knees.

His dantian is hollow, leaving nothing behind, so he doesn't need to keep the guide, and he is dedicated to exploring the word Jing and cultivating tranquility.

Just about to forget the things and me, the worries are gone, suddenly I heard the horse outside the shed calling, and then listen carefully, there seems to be a rain above the head brushing, when I come out to see, I see that the rain has become. Chu Qingliu led the horse into the shed to shelter from the rain, sat on the side by himself, and ate dry food in the dark. It rains in autumn and winter, and it is hard to predict whether this rain will stop tomorrow morning, he already has something on his mind, and he can't help but be a little worried.

Just thinking about himself, the footsteps outside the shed were kicking, and someone came. The man first circled around the shed, and said "strange things" a few times, before turning to the door and striding straight inside.

How big could there be in the little shed? As he hit the horse's head, the man snorted again, but the horse screamed, but fortunately he was not frightened. When Chu Qingliu stood up, the person who came had already lit the candle. This wax was the thickness of a cup, half a foot high, and green all over, and it was an object used for hanging sacrifices, and I don't know where he got it. The man ripped off the tarpaulin on his body, unwrapped the package on his back, wrapped the tarpaulin on the wall pillar and hung it, and said, "This horse is yours?" Chu Qingliu nodded. The man said, "Take it out, I want to take shelter from the rain." ”

This man is thirty-four or five years old, his appearance is upright, and if he looks closely, he is still three or two points heroic, and he doesn't want to open his mouth to speak, showing the two fangs on his upper lip, and the whole person can no longer find the slightest benefit, only evil.

Chu Qingliu said: "I still have to rely on this horse to drive tomorrow morning, you go inside, I will let go outside, even if there is another person, I will sit down." ”

The man said, "There is no need for another person, I am coming, the horses are out, and you are going out." ”

Chu Qingliu said: "This shack belongs to your family?"

The man said, "It's not mine, could it be yours?"

Chu Qingliu said: "You're right, it's really my family." ”

A few words are like a child's quarrel.

The man put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and said, "So this garden must also belong to yours, and what is planted in the garden?"

Chu Qing said: "Grapefruit tree." ”

The man: "How many trees are there?"

Chu Qingliu said: "I don't know, I haven't counted." ”

The man said, "How many acres of land?"

Chu Qingliu said: "I don't know, I haven't measured it." ”

The man sneered and said, "I don't know, that's not possible, I'll count it for you." He blew out the candles, drew his sword and ran to the grapefruit grove, without even putting on an oilcloth.

The trees were the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and the man cut them with one or two cuts, and very rarely with three cuts. After the knife was cut, he slapped the trunk of the tree with his hand, or raised his leg and kicked it, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen trees had been cut down.

Chu Qingliu didn't know how much money these fruit trees were worth, but even if they were small trees and weak seedlings, such a waste would be unbearable, not to mention that this thing was all born from himself?

The man seemed to say that it was inevitable to do it, and after cutting one tree, he would turn to the next, depending on the situation, and he would never stop until he cut it all.

Chu Qingliu was furious in his heart, but he didn't dare to be reckless, he walked lightly behind the man, and when he swung his knife and cut it down, when the knife was about to enter the tree, a sword stabbed him in the back of the heart. In such a situation, it is no longer honorable to pay attention to the sneak attack from behind.

The darkness and the chaos of the rain made the figures only slightly recognizable, and they could not be counted on hearing and seeing at all, so they could barely be regarded as observations. When the man heard the wind behind him, it was too late to retract the momentum in his hand, so he no longer turned around, but just kicked back and attacked Chu Qingliu's wrist, both swift and ruthless, and the knife in his hand was cut down as usual. It's just that in this way, it is inevitable that the hesitation is weak, and the blade of the knife cannot cross half of the tree path when it enters the tree.

Chu Qingliu only lost all his internal strength, in addition, there were neither internal injuries nor external injuries, he had practiced martial arts for many years, and his body and bones were already a first-class choice in terms of ordinary people; he did not lose his mind, his mind was not bad, after many years of fighting, there were many changes in his moves, which was far from being comparable to ordinary people, and he had practiced against Mei Zhanxue for many days, how could he let people kick in? Stride forward, the sword walked into the void, dodged the soles of the man's feet, and still did not leave the back of his heart.

The man was forced to move a small step forward, and then wanted to draw the knife, not only could he not gain momentum, but it was too late, so he had no choice but to abandon the knife, his body turned quickly, and he stretched out his left hand to grab Chu Qingliu's right wrist, and his right hand had pressed Chu Qingliu's left hand, and his five fingers were wide open, grabbing Chu Qingliu's chest. With his bare hands against Chu Qingliu's long sword, he had the upper hand in one move.

With this person's strength, if Chu Qingliu was caught in the chest, he would inevitably have a large piece of flesh peeled off by his clothes and bones.

Chu Qingliu still rushed forward, using a tight next to each other to eliminate his posture, making it inconvenient for the opponent to exert force, and the sword in his right hand retracted vertically, leaning flat against his chest, and at the same time his left hand probed down and attacked the opponent's abdominal ribs. Chu Qingliu had a sword body on his chest, and if the enemy insisted on grabbing it, he would inevitably cut his fingers.

The man sneered, didn't care about Chu Qingliu's left hand attack, changed his right hand into a palm, and slapped Chu Qingliu's chest heavily.

After a crisp bang, the sword in Chu Qingliu's hand was suddenly broken into several sections, and it fell to the ground, and Chu Qingliu also took two steps back, but there was no discomfort in his chest.

The man suddenly took a big step forward, raised his right arm and was about to strike out again, but unexpectedly, a mouthful of blood rushed out of his mouth, all of which spit out on Chu Qingliu's body. The man took another small step forward and said, "You, you, you are a monster!" He suddenly fell forward at the feet of Chu Qingliu, and before he died, he splashed Chu Qingliu's body and face with muddy water.

This man came suddenly, and his death was even more unexpected. Could it be that when he struck down with one palm, all the palm power was turned away by the sword body, but the power of the shock drove him to suffer a dark illness on his body, resulting in a violent death? Chu Qingliu really couldn't figure it out, and he could only thank Bao Honghuang Xiaolonggu for giving him a sword in his heart, this sword was only taken casually among a few swords at that time, and he never picked the best quality, and he didn't want to rely on it to save his life today.

At this time, there were already roosters crowing all over the distant village, Chu Qingliu didn't have time to think about it, dragged the corpse of this person into the shack, searched for the paper media on him, lit up the green wax, and picked up the corpse. This man destroyed the orchard, and it was better to have silver taels on him, so that he could compensate the farmer.

The man had a wide belt around his waist, and many compartments were divided into his belt, and he had a lot of storage. There are two flat wooden bottles, all carved with patterns to distinguish them, and they are thought to be either poisons or tonics, and they cannot be inspected without inspection. A book, with a dark blue cover, no title, only half the size of an ordinary scripture, is very heavy to start, and when it is opened, it is suddenly brilliant and dazzling, and it is all gold leaves. I read the text in the book, but I didn't even have a square font, and I didn't recognize it.

There are also four white flat boxes, I don't know whether they are teeth or jade, all have the size of a palm, the same width as the belt, when you open it to see, you see that there are many small compartments in it, or it contains paint and gouache, or it contains all kinds of false beards and eyebrows, false spots and false pox, and there are fake pits. In addition, bone whistles, cheek rests, false throats and other modified and disfigured things can be said to be all-encompassing, and there are more than ten kinds of fangs alone. Chu Qingliu became curious, and wanted to see if the fangs in that person's mouth were real or fake, so he used to separate the two lips of the man's mouth and try it with his hands, and with a little force, the two fangs of the size all fell off, and they were all pretended.

Wu Baoqi has always been disdainful of this kind of tricks, let alone dedicated to teaching, but Wanghaizhuang has never lacked people who know how to do it. In addition to the third aunt of the donkey Shanghua class, the drunken old dog Qi Bao'er, and the long snake in the wind Wei Xiuling died under Ji Qinghan's sword, there are also many people who love these playthings. These people took refuge in Haizhuang, but they couldn't repay them, and they couldn't teach Chu Qingliu martial arts, so they did their best to talk about some acrobatics, all of which was a pastime. Wu Baoqi didn't stop it, he just smiled when he saw it, knowing that after Chu Qingliu had fun, he would definitely practice more dedicatedly.

The rest is a variety of knives, about a little counting, the number of which is nearly a hundred, the knife is in the shape of a bamboo leaf, and there is a pinhole at one end, which is obviously to facilitate threading.