The next day, Fuyuan Dart Bureau. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yuan stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his face was a little pale, although the poison given by the young man was not fatal, but it could make this five big and three rough man empty for several days.

He was alone in the hall, and he looked at the courtyard in front of him, as if he was waiting for someone.

Not long after, sure enough, a person wearing the costume of a dart master of the Fuyuan Dart Bureau came in.

The man walked in panting, and before he could slow down, Wang Yuan asked, "Have all the invitations been sent?"

The subordinates rushed to various sects non-stop, and finally lived up to the expectations of the dart head and sent out all the invitations smoothly. Ah Fu said.

It turned out that the person wearing the costume of the dart master was Wang Yuan's most powerful subordinate - Ah Fu.

Early this morning, Wang Yuan wrote four or five invitations and asked Ah Fu and others to send them to various sects in Cangzhou.

Now that Ah Fu has completed the task, Wang Yuan is still quite happy.

Wang Yuan muttered, "Now I'm waiting for those sects to come to the Fuyuan Dart Bureau." ”

Wang Yuan looked up at the clear blue sky, as if he saw a storm coming.

............

In the hall of the Nanyang Palace, the King of Nanyang was lying on a chair with a big belly.

The chair was very wide and big, even if King Nanyang was as fat as a pig, it could accommodate his body.

Recently, the king of Nanyang can be said to be so worried that he doesn't think about tea and dinner, and if Li Tar doesn't die for a day, he won't sleep well and eat well for a day, for fear that Li Tar will break into the palace in the middle of the night to take his life.

"Alas, beauty, beauty. Where did you say this wonderful hand had gone?" asked the King of Nanyang, holding a woman whose face was covered with rouge, worriedly.

"Oh, my lord, our palace is heavily guarded, and you can't get in even if you have wings on your body, so don't worry about it! If he really comes, we will send troops to kill him when the time comes." The woman said nonchalantly.

"You know what a fart!" King Nanyang looked at the woman with a disgusted expression; "Get out, I don't want to see you for the time being." ”

As soon as the woman thought that she had angered the King of Nanyang, she suddenly lost the confidence to speak, and looked at the King of Nanyang and said weakly, "Yes..."

This woman was later found by the King of Nanyang, and she didn't know who Miao Jiukong was.

It's just that the king of Nanyang is talking about the magic every day, and she is impatient to listen to it, so she blurts out those words, originally thought that the king of Nanyang would favor her more, but she never thought that she was beaten into the "cold palace" by the king of Nanyang.

"Newspaper...", a long but loud voice sounded.

King Nanyang looked up and saw an elite soldier hurriedly running in from outside.

The elite soldier ran to the hall and knelt down on one knee, panting and said, "Report to the prince, there is no news for that wonderful hand!"

"What, where is he!" King Nanyang instantly became interested, staring at the elite soldier, his eyes glaring at the boss.

"There is an enemy who claims to be a good hand is outside our palace, and he says he knows where the good hand is now. Jing Bing said.

"Quick, invite him in!" King Nanyang scratched his cheek anxiously.

The soldier said yes, and hurried down.

In a short time, the elite soldier led a dart master into the hall.

The dart master was a burly man, with a wide and thick knife pinned to his waist.

The elite soldier knelt on one knee and said, "Lord Wang, this is the person." ”

The dart master also knelt on one knee with the elite soldier and said, "Yang Ningfan, the grass man, has seen the prince. ”

In the middle of the night last night, Yang Ningfan received an order from Wang Yuan to go to Nanyang Wangfu to deliver an invitation, so he rode a fast horse out of the house, he changed horses all the way to ride, never rested, and finally came to the palace this morning.

The king of Nanyang was not interested in Yang Ningfan's surname at all, he only cared about the whereabouts of Miaoshou Kongkong now, so he asked Yang Ningfan anxiously, "I heard that you have news of Miaoshoukong, right? Where is he now? I will go over and kill him!"

"Don't be anxious, my master wrote an invitation, and the prince will know it at a glance. Yang Ningfan took out the invitation written by Wang Yuan from his arms, lowered his head, and handed it to King Nanyang with both hands.

When King Nanyang saw Yang Ningfan's posture, a trace of concern sprouted in his heart.

"Bring me the invitation. The king of Nanyang said to the elite soldier.

The elite soldiers took Yang Ningfan's invitation and sent it to the king of Nanyang.

King Nanyang saw that the elite soldiers were okay after taking the invitation, and then opened the invitation with confidence.

"I have heard that Nanyang Wang Wencheng is martial and has won the support of the people......"

Most of the invitations were sycophants for King Nanyang, but King Nanyang was very happy to see it. An invitation card was read quickly, and it said that the wonderful man killed the people of the three sects in Cangzhou empty-handed, and burned the iron head of Cangzhou with a fire, so he came to report to the king of Nanyang, hoping that the king of Nanyang could avenge the three sects in Cangzhou.

The King of Nanyang was very sympathetic to the Iron Master, after all, his own palace was also burned empty. Not only that, but his son was also killed empty-handed, and he wanted to make this breath no matter what.

Without thinking, the king of Nanyang sent someone to call the old man in the mask, and ordered the old man in the mask to help the Fuyuan Dart Bureau, and by the way, he took back the empty head of the wonderful hand as a bow.

The old man in the mask received the order, so he took five thousand elite soldiers and Yang Ningfan to the Cangzhou Fuyuan Dart Bureau Branch.

On the way, Yang Ningfan and the old man in the mask rode horses to lead the way. The 5,000 elite soldiers were all cavalry, and because of the long distance, it was difficult to send infantry over.

Along the way, there was no sound except for the sound of horses' hooves, Yang Ningfan's heart was dull, so he looked at the masked man on the side.

The old man in the mask seems to have always been dressed like this, wearing a black robe to cover his whole body, not even showing a finger, and his face is still wearing the previous mask, the mask looks a little hideous, but it is his favorite.

Yang Ningfan said to the old man in the mask, "Yang Ningfan in the Xia Fuyuan Dart Bureau, may I ask your friend's surname?"

"Call me Old Man in the Mask. The masked old man said in a deep voice.

"Old Man in Mask, Old Man in Mask, a first-class master who shook the rivers and lakes many years ago?" Yang Ningfan looked at the face of the Old Man in Mask with a shocked expression, but unfortunately his face was blocked by the mask, and he couldn't see a trace of expression.

"Hmm. The masked man nodded slightly.

Yang Ningfan bowed his hand and said, "The old man with the mask has been looking up for a long time, and when I see it today, it is really extraordinary!"

But the old man in the mask said nothing more, as if he didn't want to speak.

I don't know why, Yang Ningfan felt that the voice of the old man in the mask was a little weird.

However, Yang Ningfan didn't ask anything more, which person who walks the rivers and lakes doesn't have a little quirk? It's better not to know too much, so that he can live longer! This is Yang Ningfan's experience in walking the rivers and lakes for many years.