Wang Dingliu, the god of mourning, Yang Zhi's first reaction was the two heroes on Liangshan, Shi Nai'an's writing in this regard was no longer credible, Yang Zhi had to wait for the other party to come in. A soft voice sounded: "The copper lock on the door and the dust on the ground have no traces of being stained, the people in the palace are too lazy, not to mention cleaning every day, they should always be cleaned every three or five days, and no one cares about this dust for at least half a month." Go and fetch the steward, and open the brass locks, and we will go in and search. ”

Yang Zhi saw the pupils of the civet cat dilated, and he knew that the civet cat was very familiar with this person, and even a little frightened. Rushing out at this moment can only be to find death, stay in the firewood room, and have a chance to kill a few more people, and even catch an important hostage. The three of them looked at each other very tacitly, the civet made a gesture, signaling Monk Huihong to hide behind the pyre, Yang Zhi hid on the beam, and the civet himself got into a large pile of straw.

After a while, the man who was supposed to be in charge came, and the three of them could clearly hear the sound of the lock, and the heavy door was pushed open, and several figures flashed in, and the two men in the front, a slender and white young man, dressed in homespun clothes, and a strong man, with dark skin, holding a giant sword in his hand. These two people should be Wang Dingliu and Bao Xu, but what Yang Zhi cares about is a middle-aged man walking in the crowd, tall, with yellow hair, looking at it from a distance, the luster in his eyes seems to be different, the middle-aged man's long sword is on his back, Yang Zhi is vigilant, as soon as the middle-aged man enters the firewood room, his eyes seem to be locked on his position.

The beams of the three big houses are connected together, four beams of fifty meters, Yang Zhi believes that he is well hidden, and the middle-aged man does not see himself, it is definitely an induction, it is an induction caused by Yang Zhi's own gaze. Yang Zhi carefully retracted his gaze, held his breath, and did not give the middle-aged man a chance; after a few minutes, listening to the footsteps Wang Dingliu quickly looked at the front, and the middle-aged man's soft voice sounded again: "A firewood room, Wang Daxia, if you don't find it, let's go to the other places in the courtyard to take a look." ”

The middle-aged man should be Wu Qimai's subordinate, and he is in the highest position among several people. Wang Dingliu and Bao Xu did not object, but it was a lonely firewood house, and there was no trace of anyone sneaking in outside the firewood room, Wang Dingliu stammered and said: "What Rong Daxia said is extremely true. ”

Yang Zhi suddenly felt alarmed, the surname Rong was obviously a generation of masters, and it could be seen from the speed of speaking that this was an extremely confident person, and he had some doubts, how could he not come up and check it. When Wang Dingliu and the others began to walk out, the master surnamed Rong suddenly fluttered, like a bat, silently pounced on Yang Zhi's hiding place;

Yang Zhi has been paying attention to the other party, and the faint movement was still discovered by Yang Zhi, Yang Zhi glanced at it, directly pulled out the short knife obtained from Jin Bing's hand, and rushed out head-on, his body descended from a height, and he had an advantage in momentum. When the surname Rong passed through a large haystack, the change protruded, and an extra sword came out of thin air in the haystack, like a poisonous snake, deftly running towards the chest of the surnamed Rong.

People are in the air, Yang Zhi's knife is incomparably strong, even if the surname Rong's skills are high, it is not easy to defeat the enemies on both sides at the same time, and can only be forcibly dodged; sometimes negligence is fatal, it seems too short for a moment, but the civet cat grasps the opportunity of this moment, no one can describe the speed of the civet, and no one can imagine that there are changes behind. When the sword flew straight, the body of the civet cat made an accelerated bend, stabbed diagonally, and the sword pierced into the ribs of the swordsman surnamed Rong from the side, and the surnamed Rong didn't even make a sound, and even the person fell to the ground with the sword.

The blood was flying, the sword light was terrifying, the eyes of the surname Rong were still staring, as if he didn't believe that he would die, and the sword of the civet cat was withdrawn in the blink of an eye, kicking over the corpse, and rushing towards Bao Xu with the momentum. Wang Dingliu and the others were stunned by the sudden change, a moment of shock delayed the time to escape, and when a few people came to their senses, the three of them had already rushed to the door from different directions, Bao Xu called in time, and the golden soldiers and masters in the courtyard flocked to it.

But the opponent is too strong, except for Bao Xu and resisted two moves, Wang Ding's six moves were injured by Yang Zhi, and the rest are lambs who have no power to parry; Yang Zhi has seen Hui Hong's kung fu, on the surface with bare hands, in fact, the hidden weapons between the sleeves are endless, if you want to kill people, more than the civet cat kills, Yang Zhi is far inferior. Yang Zhi and the three of them entered the flock like tigers, a sword, a knife and a punch, killed out of the firewood room, all the way to the garden, Yang Zhi cut down the last golden soldier, it was very strange to see that the civet cat had not killed the injured Bao Xu and Wang Dingliu, and the monk Huihong seemed to have stopped the civet.

Yang Zhi put away the knife and walked over, Bao Xu was seriously injured and was about to die, Wang Dingliu gasped and said: "Master Huihong, I didn't lie to you, the code is right, I am from the Jinling royal family, and I was sent to the Jin Kingdom to assist the old immortals." ”

Hui Hong's face was cautious, and he didn't give Wang Dingliu time to think before asking, "Then why don't you contact me?"

Wang Dingliu smiled bitterly and said: "You have failed in the Great Song Dynasty, Zhang Shangying, Guo Tianxin, and Peng Ji are all dead, even if you still control some people, what role can you play." And before you escape, who knows if you really took refuge in the Double Dragon Society, the old fairy doesn't want to have a handle in the hands of others. You will kill cleanly, and there will be people ahead."

The Jinling Wang family is the person of Wang Anshi's branch, the big family seems to have faded out of everyone's field of vision, but the background is still immeasurable, who would have thought that they would still participate in the situation of the Jin Kingdom thousands of miles away;

But when they rushed into the front hall, the three of them found that there were already dead bodies all over the ground, and a woman stood proudly with a sword, the woman was plump and beautiful, and the civet asked in surprise: "You killed them all?"

Li Wanhua looked at the civet playfully and said, "I'll wait for you, promise me, help me kill Yan Husai, and I'll help you cover up." There is a secret room in the chess booth in the garden, which is enough for you to hide. ”

"Deal. "The civet cat is just a killer, not a big hero, at the moment of life and death, he cares about his own survival, and agreed without hesitation, as long as he can live, even if it is just a few more hours, he will have a few more opportunities.

(End of chapter)