Although this dragon and tiger movement was about to come out in Liu Chaolei's body, the person who came did not stop half a step, but just left a half-breath on him with an extremely soft but snowy cold gaze, then turned around and continued to move forward.

Liu Chaolei's majestic internal force converged in an instant.

His knife-like brows furrowed.

The iron-clad young man behind him had a puzzled look on his face.

"My lord, what's wrong?"

Liu Chaolei licked his dry lips, "Where is the half-step kill now?"

"I was drinking tea and listening to books in the Chungou Tea House in the city. ”

He snorted involuntarily. Feelings: The life of an assassin is also more comfortable than that of a high-ranking official.

"Look at him. If there is any abnormality, notify immediately. Go and tell the man surnamed Mo that you can't make a rash move and accidentally injure the people in the city. ”

"Yes. ”

The iron-clad young man bowed his head, and immediately turned around to find the ink wind.

Liu Chaolei walked towards the yamen step by step with his hands behind his back, his nose up to the sky, his warm sun-like face gathered a strange meaning, and the more than ten people behind him were also arrogant and domineering at this time, gathering a ridiculous official posture.

Thousands of knowledge.

Mo Haoqiong looked at the closer and closer Guanmen in front of him, and his tightly hung heart was also relaxed, and he actually began to joke with the three of them rarely.

But they all involuntarily avoided all the conversations about the Thousand Wisdom Temple.

A man blew past him, bringing a breeze.

The rainstorm had just passed, and the chill left by the rain had not yet faded, but the wind was so warm at this time that it swept his face with tingling.

Shhh It was as if something had attached itself to the wind and slapped him in the face, reaching into his flesh......

"If it weren't for the fact that the master was rich, you would have to eat the northwest wind!"

The leader's rampant laughter interrupted Mo Haoqiong's trance.

Mo Haoqiong felt a little relaxed in his heart. If he had been interrupted while he was thinking before, he would have complained a lot, but now he didn't dislike it, and even liked it a little.

Zhao Qingqiu pinched the leader's neck from behind, "Then I'll rob it!"

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, my aunt and grandmother, it's a terrible ......"

Mo Haoqiong smiled lightly. I don't want to think about it so much, so it seems to be good.

Out of view, the lively, noisy city of Bochi poured into his eyes. As soon as the rain had passed, the city was back in operation. But the Thousand Perceptions behind him were quiet, even dead.

Five people squeezed around the street.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the Spring Hook Teahouse. Although it is a teahouse, the food is really good, and if the master doesn't take you there, it will be really tyrannical. ”

Mo Feng's footsteps, who were at the end, couldn't help but pause, and continued to follow. Leading this product is really picky.

"The tyrannical thing was used incorrectly. ”

"You care about me, I can use it as much as I like...... Stop, stop, stop, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Noisy, the teahouse has appeared.

This teahouse is nearly ten zhang high, and there are many patterns on the outside, and the plaque embroidered with gold wire is even more rich and compelling.

The voices of the storytellers in it are even more resounding.

"It's kind of interesting. Mo Haoqiong couldn't help but smile.

At this time, this teahouse was very much in line with the appearance of the novels and biographies he read in Sword Valley, and it gave him the pleasure and extreme pursuit of rivers and lakes in his heart, which was extremely satisfying.

Entering the building, the number of people inside Mo Haoqiong was a little surprised.

Almost full.

But in this big building, only the storyteller's subdued singing voice, and the crisp ding dong of the tea lid touching the tea bowl.

At this time, this Maoshan dragon flying leaves, the peach wood sword in his hand was inserted into the yellow paper, and then he muttered a spell, and swept it violently, and the talisman was blazing with fire, and the ghosts in the dark night did not dare to approach him for half a minute, for fear of being hurt by the masculine Yan burned by his talisman. ”

Several people slowly walked upstairs.

This teahouse is hollowed out from the middle, and the second floor and above are built around the wall, leaving a big gap in the middle, so that the voice of the storyteller in the middle of the first floor can go straight to the whole building.

The storyteller's folding fan was put away, hammered twice in his hand, and opened it again.

"But although those ghosts didn't dare to rush up, Long Feiye was only one person, so they weren't very afraid of this Maoshan Taoist. The upright yang energy in the broken temple has long been assimilated into the yin energy of the forest by these ghosts for many years, at this time, the yin wind in the broken temple is gusting, the coolness is suddenly rising, and the unwilling screams of the ghosts come again and again, and the backlog of thick black dust is rolled up by the yin wind, constantly slapping the tattered Buddha statues, and the end is called a horror. If it were an ordinary person, it would have been frightened. ”

The five of them walked cautiously and found an empty table on the second floor to sit down.

This storyteller tells the story of the Maoshan Taoist priest to eliminate the demon, coupled with the thunder and rain half an hour ago, this story is quite atmospheric. But although the rain has passed and the sky is clear, there is no natural backdrop, but the taste of the storyteller's recitation is not much less.

"But that Long Feiye is not an ordinary person, he is a Maoshan Taoist priest who specializes in subduing demons and eliminating demons. In the midst of all the darkness and intimidation, he can also stick to his heart! Seeing the light in his eyes, he pointed to tiptoe, and slashed straight into the air with his peachwood sword. Only a scream was heard, and a yin ghost who tried to get close to him was suddenly burned by the talisman on the sword. ”

A running hall walked up to the five of him with a smile on his face and asked in a low voice, "What do you need?"

"The best dishes were all on the table, and two pots of good tea. The leader waved his hand and suddenly looked at Mo Feng sitting next door, "Three pots." ”

Mo Haoqiong seemed to remember something, "Help pack a few more pastries that can be kept for a long time." ”

"Howler. The runner smiled and walked away quickly.

Mo Feng didn't care what the leader looked at him, and he was also looking at one person.

He is about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance, and his cloth clothes outline his somewhat rich body. He was drinking and listening carefully at this time, and everywhere did not show his elegant upbringing.

But in fact, he is an assassin of the Red Dust Hall Executive Division, and he kills in half a step!

Although Mo Feng had the idea to him, Mo Feng's eyes did not stay on him, but seemed to sweep roughly.

Mo Feng glanced at the entire teahouse at this time, and nodded lightly, as if he was very satisfied with the decoration of the teahouse.

On the first floor, there are three wind catchers and one Chongwu guard, on the second floor there are four Chongwu guards, and on the third floor and the fourth floor, there are one each.

Mo Feng chuckled, bowed his head, and listened.

Long Feiye climbed on the broken bronze Buddha and pasted three or four yellow papers on the Buddha's head. Suddenly, the yellow paper suddenly blackened, and a large cloud of yin qi was absorbed. He rubbed his fingers together, and the yellow paper burned, and the yin qi attached to the yellow paper also burned out. After repeating this three or four times, this bronze Buddha finally recovered some of its original Buddha meaning. ”

Second floor.

"If you kill the upper half step, you have a few percent chance of winning. ”

The faint voice of the ink wind came into Zhang Jianyun's ears.

"The front is twenty percent, and the assassination is fifty percent. What about you. ”

Zhang Jianjun does not seem to be discouraged by such a bad estimate.

"I'm also twenty percent on the front. Assassination......"

Mo Feng smiled slightly. The folding fan half-covers the handsome face.

"Nirvana. ”