Zhou Dunshi also noticed the strangeness here, and asked the owner of the light-clothed building loudly: "What does your building mean?"

Behind the wall, the light-clothed landlord disappeared for a few breaths, and the more the light-clothed landlord didn't speak, the louder the drum in Liu Erren's heart beats.

Finally, the light and thin voice sounded again: "The account that my Mr. Zhou calculated just now has always been the account between you and Qi Tian, and I like to do things one by one, and now we have to calculate the account between Mr. Zhou and Qingyilou." ”

Zhou Dunshi said: "At the beginning, the old man had already apologized to the owner of the light coat building, this time he caused all the loss of property to the light coat building, and asked the landlord to list a silk book for me, and when I turned back to Confucianism, I naturally paid the money, a lot of money, and the landlord listed how much it was." ”

The owner of the Qingyi Building said: "Mr. Zhou misunderstood, what we want is not money, and we have never been short of money." ”

Zhou Dunshi said: "Then what do you want?"

Regarding the appeal of the owner of the light-clothed building, Zhou Dunshi always felt a little uneasy.

The owner of the light-clothed building did not answer Zhou Dunshi's question positively, but talked about an old incident three years ago.

"Three years ago, a well-known old scholar in Beijing passed by our Qingyi Building, openly insulting the Qingyi Building for doing all the skin and meat business, I heard that the people in the market therefore regarded him as the teacher of the Pure Sage, but for some reason, he suddenly died in his daughter-in-law's bed, I originally wanted to take a time, made a special trip to visit the Pure Saint Master, but I didn't expect that the blessed people are always shallow. ”

A simple story, the owner of the light-clothed building said everything in a few words, but Zhou Dunshi listened to the words in the words, the story behind the story.

Zhou Dunshi's legs trembled: "Yes... It's you ... What the hell!"

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "When we found him, we didn't know that he had an affair with his daughter-in-law, but we were still willing to push the boat along the river, his daughter-in-law was forced by him, four or five years, a woman's hatred is really amazing, we just gave her daughter-in-law a pack of drugs, and his daughter-in-law used her own hands on the bed to scrape this "pure saint teacher" alive. ”

Although this matter sounds terrifying, Zhou Duncheng doesn't care about the ending of the Pure Saint Master at all, he understands a truth very well, the story of Qingyilou is not told in vain, it is specially told for himself.

Zhou Dunshi asked angrily: "Hmph! Could it be that the landlord still wants to kill a Confucian virtuous here?"

The light-clothed landlord clapped his hands softly behind the wall, and no one knew what his expression was now, or smug, or calm?

"Mr. Zhou's prestige in Confucianism, I have already investigated, a young genius, but he lost his position halfway, and he relied on his own strength to cultivate supreme boxing skills, and he can be regarded as a number one master in Confucianism. ”

Zhou Dunshi said: "Since you already know my status in Confucianism, do you dare to meet me in battle?"

The owner of the Qingyi Building said: "From the experience of the old gentleman, it is indeed a high status in Confucianism, however, I always do not give up, and specially wrote a spiritual letter to the Confucian high-level in the past, I have just received a reply, only four words were written on the letter, I wonder if Mr. Zhou is interested in reading it?"

Zhou Dunshi raised his hand: "Bring it!"

A white letter flew out from behind the wall and landed in Zhou Dunshi's hand.

Zhou Dunshi opened it and saw that his eyes seemed to be bleeding, only to see him shouting loudly: "This is impossible, you lie to me! This letter is fake! Confucianism cannot do this to me!"

The voice of the light-clothed landlord seemed to come from the cold ice cellar: "With your cultivation, you can have an extraordinary deed in the rivers and lakes or in the Daxian Dynasty, but why did you end up in the Liu family to teach and educate people, Mr. Zhou must be clear in his heart, a lot of words, not clear, it is a rare kindness." ”

Zhou Dunshi tore the letter to shreds, and his expression was like madness: "Hahahahaha! I have been confident all my life, I don't want to end like this, hahaha, the Confucian world, what's wrong with me!! Hmph, this world is the supreme male gang, and women are just playthings! There is no one clean of all the women in the light clothes building, I am not wrong! I also want to kill all the dirty women in your light clothes building, and return the world to the world of Taoist men!"

The light-clothed landlord didn't speak, but the eight black-clothed assassins made a move, and the swords and swords and shadows were released, so that Liu Wenwen couldn't raise his hand to cover his eyes, so as not to be shot by the light.

He only heard a loud sound, and the heaven and earth returned to peace, without the wild laughter of his teacher Zhou Dunshi, and there was no gloomy voice of the light-clothed landlord.

By the time he opened his eyes, the eight black-clad assassins had sheathed their blades and slowly walked into the shadows with their backs to them.

Liu Wenwen was overjoyed when he saw Guan, and hurriedly ran to Zhou Dunshi's side, took Zhou Dunshi's hand, and said, "!!。。。。。。。Teacher! Ah!!!!!!!h

Liu Wenwen shook Zhou Dunshi's hand because he was overjoyed, but who knew that this shake directly tore off Zhou Dunshi's hand.

Looking at the neat wound on the severed hand, Liu Wenwen hurriedly looked at Zhou Dunshi's front, only to see that Zhou Dunshi's body was covered with dense blood marks, and as soon as the night wind blew, Zhou Dunshi fell to the ground and shattered into countless corpses.

A pungent smell of blood rushed into Liu Wenwen's nose, and Liu Wenwen's stomach immediately turned over the river and the sea, and he leaned against the wall and began to vomit.

While spitting, he thought of the scene where Zhou Dunshi was divided by the eight people, and his legs fell directly to the wall.

What frightened Liu Wenwen the most was what the Confucian letter wrote, so that the owner of the light-clothed mansion could kill a Confucian sage so easily.

At this time, a light and thin voice came from behind the wall: "After I go back, say hello to your father on my behalf, and don't come out to play alone if you have nothing to do in the future." ”

The four words "light-clothed landlord" in Liu Wenwen's mind, like the insect he was most afraid of, kept crawling around in his head.

His instincts told him to leave the town, to leave the light-clad landlord, to leave that terrible wall.

But before he ran two steps, his legs became weak, and he fell directly to the ground, slowly crawling in the direction of Liu's mansion.

The night wind blew countless dead leaves and covered Zhou Dunshi's corpse, and the wall finally returned to dead silence.

After Fang Ling'er moved into Yanglongtai, she had a completely different style from before, and she often went to Qi Tian's room alone, but she never took the initiative to talk to Qi Tian, in the first few days, Qi Tian could barely pretend to look at the scenery under the wall, but the more later, Qi Tian always couldn't help but tease Fang Ling'er, but no matter what Qi Tian said, Fang Ling'er just looked at him and smiled, but didn't say a word.

Qi Tian thought to himself, if he was stupid because of that week.

In the face of such Fang Ling'er, Qi Tian's scalp was about to break, and there was still no way to make Fang Ling'er speak.

Qi Tian could only reluctantly come to the downstairs of Feng Prison, and the owner of the light-clothed building saw that he wanted to see the feng shui time, but he didn't pay attention to these when he wanted to see the light-clothed landlord.

Soon, the owner of the light-clothed building sent a small servant to pick up Qi Tian.

It's still that dark corridor, Qi Tian is still a little unaccustomed to walking in for the first time, and he has touched his feet several times, but the little guy who brought him eyes has nothing to do, compared with this little guy, Qi Tian almost thinks that he is blind.

It's still the room without a door, and this time the light-clothed landlord still hasn't come out of that house to meet Qi Tian.

Qi Tian spoke unceremoniously first: "I have lived in the light clothes building for so long, and today is the first time I have come to visit the landlord, but I didn't expect that it is still separated by a wall, and it is difficult to witness the true face of the landlord." ”

The owner of the Qingyi Building said: "You are not used to living in the Qingyi Building, and it has nothing to do with my appearance, so it doesn't matter if you see my true face or not." ”

Qi Tiandao: "You are not afraid that one day I will meet you on the street, and I will not say hello to you or anything, you have been living for so long, and you don't even say hello when you meet, you don't care." ”

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "It doesn't matter, and there is a more important reason, I'm afraid of the light and don't go shopping at all, so you don't have to worry about me about this." Qi Shaoxia specially came to Fengjiao today, but what is the inconsiderate hospitality in the Qingyi Building?"

Qi Tiandao: "Hospitality, I'm still very satisfied, I'm just here today to tell you about a big event, a big event in your light clothes building!"

The owner of the light-clothed building said, "Oh, what's the big deal?"

Qi Tiandao: "It's about one of the pillars in your light clothes building, Fang Ling'er!"

The light-clothed landlord asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Qi Tian said in an extremely exaggerated tone: "She, she's broken, you know, it's broken? All day long, I only know he's smirking, and people can't say a word, how can you do business in the future?"

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "I think she shouldn't be bad, and Qi Shaoxia's illness should be almost cured, because you are beginning to notice her changes." ”

The corners of Qi Tian's mouth twitched, and he said angrily: "I'm not sick, you beat me from the light clothes building and said that I am sick, I can eat and sleep, where do I look like I am sick." ”

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "Heart disease seems to have nothing to do with being able to eat and sleep. ”

Qi Tiandao: "You see that I can still have fun with that stupid girl all day long, where is there a sick person." ”

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "So I said that you are well." ”

Qi Tiandao: "Hey!! you, the owner of the light-clothed building, before opening this light-clothed building, I'm afraid you weren't a person who ran the rivers and lakes to sell strong pills, right?

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "Since Qi Shaoxia said that I am a doctor, I really have a magic medicine here to cure Fang Ling'er's strange laughter." ”

Qi Tian became interested: "Hurry up, let's talk about it." ”

The owner of the Qingyi Mansion said: "You just need to go back and tell her that I know the story of the peach tree, and this disease will be cured." ”

Qi Tiandao: "Is there really such a god? But what is the story of the peach tree?

The owner of the light-clothed building said: "It can be cured, but with a young man's try, if this medicine is caught for you, it will not be beautiful." ”

Qi Tian was also refreshed: "Then believe you once and go!"