Teaching Division, Yingmei Pavilion.

Xu Qi'an sat lazily leaning on the brocade, and the messenger's clothes hung on the back of the chair.

In the spacious room, six maiko danced, and under the light gauze skirt, the slender waist swayed.

Behind Xu Qi'an, a maid was rubbing her shoulders, and his legs were in the arms of another maid, asking her to pinch her legs.

The Oiran lady wore a gorgeous and complicated long skirt, her head drooped slightly, and she played the piano intently.

Occasionally look up at Xu Qi'an, who is not happy.

After a stick of incense, the sound of the piano dissipated, the maiko withdrew from the house, and the floating incense got up, cleaned their hands in the copper basin, and complained: "Yang Gongzi turned out to be a watchman." ”

"Didn't you get you down. Xu Qi'an lowered his head and played with his fingers and replied casually.

The Oiran lady went to the couch with her skirt and sat on him, her hands pressed on her strong chest muscles, and she smiled charmingly: "I like it..."

The reason why Xu Qi'an turned around and came to the Jiaofang Division was mainly because of the proximity, definitely not because it cost a few dollars to eat and listen to music in Goolan, but here, Fuxiang gave him free.

"The content of my chat with the Nine Horn, how do Lu Hao know? The third fragment is banned, so I can't receive messages from other fragment holders, but other holders can see it? This book is an ancient version of the QQ group..."

"I knew that after I confessed to the Lord with blood, I would add friends one by one.... I was a little scared at the time, and I just wanted to put this hot potato aside....."

"The Heaven and Earth Society and the Earth Sect seem to have a relationship..... Sectarian split?"

Xu Qi'an's train of thought was interrupted, and he frowned and looked at the Oiran who was sitting on his waist, twisting his hips, and his beautiful face was full of spring, implicitly teasing him.

She has a pair of cute peach blossom eyes.

"If you move around, the soft seat will become a socket. Xu Qi'an said unhappily.

A few minutes later, the maids who were guarding the outer room heard the sound of the brocade "creaking", and the intermittent gasping of their own ladies who tried their best to endure.

"Oops, broad daylight begins. ”

"Let's go first, it will be dusk. ”

.....

Guiyue Building, Luanfeng and Ming Ya Room.

A man in a black suit, with a knife in one hand, sat at a round table with his back straight.

The man in black had a two-finger-long scar on his cheek, triangular eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his light brown pupils.

It gives people the feeling of being a rebellious maniac, as if they will pull out a knife and cut people if they disagree, and they are extremely angry.

He is a death row prisoner in the Yamen, whose name has been sketched by the current saints, and the execution date is after the autumn of next year.

Today, he was suddenly brought out of death row by a golden gong, who told him that he only needed to successfully complete a task to release him to the rivers and lakes and find someone to replace him as a death row prisoner.

This statement is very credible, and the list drawn up by the Holy Lord usually means that death is certain and cannot be pardoned. Finding someone to replace you is the right thing to do.

This kind of transaction of "redeeming the merit" is not uncommon in the Yamen of the watchman, and when he was not caught, he had heard the seniors of the rivers and lakes say it.

His task is simple, he only needs to make one trade.

But the man in black knew that there must be great danger hidden in it. Otherwise, with such a simple deal, why bother finding a death row inmate?

The man in black accepted this task for two reasons: First, it was simply death, and it was better to have a chance. Second, this is the Guiyue Tower in the inner city, one of the most prosperous areas.

Idlers don't dare to make trouble in such a place.

At this time, he heard two "tuk-tuks" from the door of the private room.

"The door is unlocked, come in!" the man in black replied in a deep voice.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a man dressed as a charlatan paced in, draped in a gray robe, half of his face hidden in the hood, and the lower half of his face was exposed, with a shallow layer of green whiskers on his chin, which looked like he had just been shaved.

Both sides scrutinized each other vigilantly.

Oh, just dressed like this, you definitely won't be able to enter the inner city.... Eighty percent of them were secretly replaced when they entered Guiyue Tower.... There may be weapons hidden in the robes .... The man in black thought half-disdainfully and half-vigilantly, and when he heard the cloak of the charlatan, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"Where's the stuff?"

The man in black stared at him calmly, and said lightly: "I seem to have said that I spent five hundred taels of gold on this mirror. ”

What mirror special mother's for five hundred taels of gold.... He added in his heart.

The cloak Jianghu said "um", reached into his arms with one hand, and took out a stack of silver tickets, the first silver ticket was worth one hundred taels.

Although he knew that these silver tickets would definitely be handed over in the end, the wealth was moving, and the uncontrollable eyes of the man in black glowed, and his gaze was glued to the thick pile of silver tickets.

"Mirror!" said the cloaked charlatan, placing the silver ticket on the table, in a hoarse voice.

The man in black placed the mirror on the table, which he had examined carefully and had not seen any strange things.

The cloak raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of eyes as sharp as knives, staring at the mirror on the table for a moment:

"It's good, the deal is done, out of this door, we've never seen it before. ”

He picked up the mirror, and the black-clad death row inmate reached for the silver ticket with glowing eyes.

Suddenly, the black-clothed death row prisoner saw the cloak on the left side of the charlatan swelling slightly.... His pupils contracted violently as if they were being illuminated by a bright light, and without thinking about it, he sat and rolled to his side, avoiding a possible attack.

The task is not that simple..... Fortunately, Lao Tzu has been on guard in his heart..... This is a master, I don't want to be tough, go out directly through the window, I don't believe that he dares to kill people on the street in the downtown area of the inner city.... The thought flashed through the mind of the black-clothed death row inmate.

At this time, he saw where he had been sitting, and there was a figure sitting upright, dressed in a black power suit, holding a knife in both hands, the neck was flattened by a sharp blade, and the large scar at the mouth of the bowl was spraying blood.

Well?

A string of question marks appeared in the hearts of the black-clothed death row inmates, and then their consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

The cloak took the silver ticket back into his arms, laughed, and turned to walk out of the private room.

......

The cloaked man left Guiyue Tower, rode up his fast horse, kept an unhurried speed to leave the inner city, left the outer city, and then whipped his horse on the official road, and the horse's hooves raised a cloud of dust.

He ran wildly for more than an hour, and a tea shed appeared in front of him, with three old tables.

The tea seller was a gray-haired old man, and there were no guests at this time, so the old man sat at the table and drank tea.

The cloak man reined in the reins of his horse, and the horse neighed and raised its front hooves and stopped at high speed.

The cloaked man fastened the reins of his horse to a stake by the side of the road, glanced left and right, and walked to the tea shed.

He took out the jade mirror and offered it with respectful hands: "Helper, fortunately, I am not dishonored." ”

The gray-haired old man took the jade mirror, and his voice was low: "You brought back an enemy." ”

The cloaked man was stunned for a moment, and before he could respond, he saw the old man wave his hand and knock him away.

Boom!

The cloaked man who flew out upside down happened to collide with a sharp qi machine, and exploded into corpses on the spot.

Blood splattered like ink.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the official road, and a tall figure walked slowly.

He was still at the far end when he appeared, and after a few breaths, he was less than a hundred meters away from the old man.

"Yang Yan, you dog that Wei Qingyi keeps by his side. The old man snorted coldly: "Don't meddle. ”

Yang Yan, who was paralyzed, was expressionless: "I have to take care of it." ”

The old man was furious, and his emotions were out of control when he said that he was out of control, and said sharply: "Then don't blame the poor for being polite." ”

Inspired by his simple robes, wisps of black smoke spilled out of his body, dancing in the air, and letting out a terrible cry.

Yang Yan frowned: "The earth sect cultivates merit, when will these ghostly tricks come." ”

The old man's face was bulging with black veins like spider webs, his pupils were scarlet, and he was full of demonic energy: "Hey, Poor Dao sent you to ask Daode Tianzun." ”

There was a scream in his mouth, and the black smoke in the sky screamed strangely, and pounced on Yang Yan.

Yang Yan's face was expressionless, and his left and right hands fisted each other.

Bang!

The furious qi machine centered around him, turning into ripples and spreading, rolling up grass and dust along the way, and finally crashing into a black film.

The sky flashed black, revealing a large array of moist and slippery, like an inverted glass bowl.

"My Hundred Ghost Formation, it's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out. Even if you are a fourth-grade martial artist, you have to live and die here. The old man's voice was hoarse, as if he had come from hell.

In mid-air, the black smoke that was dispersed by Yang Yan's qi machine reunited again.

Yang Yan frowned, this formation and Si Tianjian's formation were two completely different realms.

Si Tianjian's formation is based on the momentum of heaven and earth, and it can exist for a long time. The formation of the Daomen is arranged by manpower and cannot last long.

This Hundred Ghost Array is very tricky.

In the major cultivation systems, Daomen is the one who holds the bull's ear in the realm of the primordial gods. The six-grade yin god of Daomen, also called the ghost in ancient times, hooked people's souls at night, and dominated the life and death of mortals.

This Hundred Ghost Array is a similar method.

Although Wufu also sharpens the Genshin, he only superimposes the defense to make the Genshin tough, and lacks the means of attack in related areas.

"I heard that Daomen Bapin is called food qi, which can drive magic weapons and summon heavenly thunder, don't you let me experience it?" Yang Yan was expressionless and his tone was contemptuous.

"Here it is!" the old man was enraged again, and two bloody rays of light erupted from his sleeve, like blood-colored lightning.

Yang Yan didn't dodge or dodge, and let the two blood-colored lightning attacks him.

Ding!

The two blood-colored lightning bolts only tore through their clothes and then bounced out.

Copper skin and iron bones!

"Why don't you fight back. The old man said angrily, his face covered with cobweb-like black veins was extremely hideous.

"I'm waiting for my gun. Yang Yan said lightly: "It's coming." ”

As the words fell, a bright silver meteor pierced the sky.

The thin and slippery air shield shattered in response, and where the meteor streaked, the black smoke evaporated.

"If you can't break the formation from the inside, then break it from the outside. Yang Yan reached out and held the spear, a silver spear.

After saying this, his figure disappeared abruptly, as if he was one with the spear, and with an unstoppable momentum, he stabbed at the old man.

In the old man's blood-colored pupils, the silver light flashed, irresistible, irresistible, that was the indelible gun intent.

The gun intent of the four-pin takeo.

"No!" the old man opened his mouth and spat out a golden pill that shimmered with blood and black light, and slammed into the spear.

Jin Dan turned into powder in the gun's intent, and the old man's body was ground into flesh foam in the gun's intent, and the silver light rushed out hundreds of feet, piercing a hill.

The figure of the old man condensed in mid-air, half-illusory and half-real, he stared at Yang Yan resentfully, turned into a green smoke shield and looked into the distance.

Yang Yan bent down to pick up the jade mirror, carried the silver gun, and turned around to return in the direction of the capital.

.....

The black smoke escaped for hundreds of miles, passed by a village, and stopped.

The old man's face loomed in the black smoke, staring at the village below.

The Yin God could not be active for a long time during the day, and without his physical body, his strength was greatly reduced. Unable to respond to subsequent crises.

The old man plans to take a body and at the same time devour the souls of the villagers and nourish himself.

With her plan in mind, black smoke billowed Nana's way into the village.

The village, which was vivid one moment ago, shattered like a wave of water the next, and a shrouded air shield of five-colored merits rose up, trapping the black smoke.

In the center of the formation, an old Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe and profound facial features sat cross-legged.

......

Early in the morning, Xu Qi'an came to the yamen of the watchman on time.

Wait for the follow-up of the "Book from the Ground" incident.

If he doesn't know the result, he always feels unsure.

Near noon, the black-clothed official found him in the side hall next to Chunfeng Hall, and said respectfully: "Lord Xu, Duke Wei summons." ”

It's finally here.... Xu Qi'an bowed slightly: "Okay!"

PS: This chapter has a lot of words, so I'll update it later. It was supposed to be updated at seven o'clock.