The atmosphere in the lobby of the Tibetan Soldier Gate was cheerful.

"I didn't expect the brocade mouse to come to find fault this time and hit a gray nose. Sha Qianqi raised his hand to drink the fragrant tea in the cup, and Du Wusheng, who looked at it, frowned: "How many times have I told you, the Tibetan Dragon Drink is not the way you drink it, do you want others to laugh at me, one of the nine major sects, the Tibetan Soldier Sect, who doesn't even know how to drink tea?"

Sha Qianqi wiped the water stains on the side of his mouth indifferently, and grinned: "There are no outsiders present, my old sand can't stand your complicated drinking methods, how can there be a reason to drink water and drink half a mouthful? ”

Du Wusheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you reasonable?"

The surrounding Tibetan soldiers were deaf to the quarrel between the two high-ranking members of the Tibetan Military Sect, and stood very calmly in their respective positions, obviously accustomed to it.

There were two chairs on the main seat at the moment, one was the seat of the old boss who had been placed here, and the other was the luxurious upholstered chair that had just been in the middle of the ring seat.

The shopkeeper leaned on the chair, touched the carvings on his chair, and glanced at the chair with the old boss next to him who was about to roll out the pulp on the armrest, and the difference could be seen at a glance.

"Isn't this good?" the shopkeeper was a little helpless: "Won't you do this to damage your status and image in the eyes of these disciples and grandchildren?"

The old boss waved his hand disappreciatively: "You underestimate your reputation as the deputy head of the house, to a certain extent, your prestige is much higher than mine, besides, in terms of seniority, your chair is also reasonable." ”

In front of the shopkeeper, the old man didn't dare to call himself an old man, for fear of losing his life, this one was the same generation as the patriarch of the Kai faction.

"But why do I feel cold behind my back?" the shopkeeper smiled and reached out to grope on the cushion of the seat back, and after a while he touched a small bump, raised his eyebrows, obviously expected, and twisted an inch-long silver needle on the bump with his index finger and thumb.

Although the martial arts practitioner is the foundation, especially the practice of horizontal kung fu is as hard as a rock, but that is only the case of the operation of qi and blood around the body, the power of qi and blood for the martial artist is like fuel and engine, although it can support the martial artist to burst out of amazing power, but it is also a consumable, you have to rely on the martial artist to accumulate and condense on weekdays, no one is idle 24 hours a day full horsepower burns their own qi and blood, this is equivalent to death, if you squeeze the source of qi and blood in the body too much, the body will not be able to stand it first, which is why the martial artist goes wherever he goes to meditate, that's all to store some more qi and blood power in the body.

Be prepared.

Martial arts practitioners are not always in a state of facing the enemy, and in the case of ordinary times without the blessing of the power of qi and blood, the flesh is at most tougher than leather, and the silver needle, a hidden weapon that breaks the surface with points, is 100% defenseless.

If the shopkeeper leans down unguardedly, he will definitely be poked in the back by this inch-long silver needle, and the injury will not be very serious, at best, it will hurt the flesh and skin, but once it is poked, he will either jump on the spot and make a fool of himself in public, or he will endure it in the same place and let the silver needle pierce his back.

The shopkeeper's hand twisted the silver needle, and a thin layer of powder pressed into the shell was twisted off by the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper's fingers were dipped a little, the tip of the tongue licked, smashed it, smashed it, and smiled: "Yo ho, it's still a strong anesthetic, the effect is still chronic, and it's good to think carefully, but I'm not old enough to sit for a while when my body is numb and my limbs are drooling." ”

If the shopkeeper chooses to let the silver needle pierce his back, the powerful anesthetic on it will definitely play a slow role, like a frog boiled in warm water, slowly let the shopkeeper's stroke, and when he finds it, he has no power to return to the sky, so he can only watch his body go numb, drool, and finally his image is ruined.

Looking at the short silver needle in the hands of the shopkeeper, the old boss's face was gloomy like water, Sha Qianqi's violent temper immediately got up when he saw this, got up and rushed out, and the shopkeeper hurriedly shouted: "Eh, what about the meeting, what are you going to do?"

Sha Qianqi was full of anger, rubbing his fists, and his joints made a crackling sound: "Of course, it's to teach those unsuccessful little rabbit cubs to do such a humiliating thing!" said Sha Qianqi and bent over and bowed to the end: "This matter is my Lao Sha's responsibility, as the head of Xingtang, I have educated a group of disciples who are clever, and I will come to ask for guilt when Lao Sha has educated those little rabbit cubs who are not successful!"

Guo Xiaodao, who was standing next to the shopkeeper, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, this stupid big man was bright in his heart, the foundation of the internal stability of a sect itself is discipline, and the following crimes are serious crimes, if the shopkeeper really wants to be investigated, let alone the following crimes, the major crime of murdering the same door can also be deducted, not to mention that the current shopkeeper is a high-level Tibetan soldier, and his status is even more extraordinary, so he can add a pot to assassinate the high-level of the sect?

Bah, bah, when did I become so gloomy?

Guo Xiaodao looked at his shopkeeper, intending to see what the shopkeeper was going to do.

"What a sin. The shopkeeper didn't care that under Du Wusheng's horrified gaze, he used his index finger and thumb to pinch the inch silver needle into a ball, and then two fingers crushed it, kneading the inch silver needle into a small silver pimple, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a piece of metal silver needle, but a mud rod made of mud, Du Wusheng's fingers were numb, standing at such a close distance from the deputy head, he was sure that this deputy head definitely did not use the slightest bit of qi and blood in his body, and kneaded the needle into a projectile purely with physical strength, and also with his fingers！

Even for those who practice horizontal kung fu, the fingers are still weak, and many experts who practice horizontal kung fu will choose at least one kind of hand kung fu to make up for the weakness of the fingers, but the practice of hand kung fu will leave obvious traces such as thick joints, rough and tight skin, etc., but the hand of this deputy head who came out of nowhere can even be said to be not like the hand of a person who practices martial arts.

Rubbing the projectile kneaded by this silver needle, the shopkeeper smiled, stretched out his hand and flicked the small projectile out, and the small projectile flew out of the door and disappeared in front of everyone: "Children's pranks, what is it true, bear children bear children, can you call children if you don't bear them?"

The old boss breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but his face was still ugly, and he instructed Sha Qianqi: "Although the deputy head is not strange, but the punishment should still be punished, go back and find out who did it, and hand it over to Du Wusheng." ”

When these words were spoken, all the disciples of the Tibetan Soldiers Sect present turned pale, obviously in their opinion, it was better to hand it over to Du Wusheng than to hand it over to Sha Qianqi.

"Don't punish, don't punish, kid, just educate it. The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Besides, doesn't the reaction of these children mean that my acting skills are great? This is a high praise for me, forget it, no surprise, no surprise." ”

Lao Guo didn't know where to come out, squatted outside the threshold of the conference hall, poured wine into his mouth with his back against the threshold, and then wiped his mouth without any image, burped, and pouted.

I believe you're a ghost!

Lao Guo still remembers the yellow paper, the bill terms on it are clearly detailed, and the detail is enough to make a dense phobia attack, and people who are not calculating needles can't do it at all.