Looking at Li Xiuyuan's smaller and smaller back, Chen Jiannan stopped chasing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This guy is probably scared of being beaten, and he no longer dares to fight with himself, Chen Jiannan thought to himself.

If the other party lacks courage, it will be easy to deal with.

However, after the death of five Qingxumen monks, Li Xiuyuan ran away, and he would definitely rely on his head.

Chen Jiannan only killed three, and two were killed by Li Xiuyuan, so he must have killed them all.

Anyway, if you want to add crimes, there is no excuse, Chen Jiannan no longer cares about more crimes.

Chen Jiannan was unhurried and flew in the direction of the market.

......

A green-robed Taoist walked on the streets of the Huangnan Market.

The man wore a hat that covered his face.

He is Chen Jiannan.

Chen Jiannan walked along the street and saw a wine shop in front of him.

At the entrance of the restaurant, there is a red flag with the word "wine" written on it, and Nanfeng Restaurant is written on the door.

Chen Jiannan walked into the restaurant in this way, and no one in the four directions saw who he was.

The Yaoguang Sword was wrapped in dark blue cloth, and Chen Jiannan placed the sword on the table of the Eight Immortals.

At the same time, he sat on the bar.

Soon, Xiao Er trotted over attentively.

Xiao Er, who was short in stature, showed his signature smile and asked, "Guest officer, what do you order, or do you want to sit down first?"

"A pot of soju, a plate of peanuts, a plate of sour and hot radish......" Chen Jiannan pinched his throat to speak, not being recognized by his voice.

Xiao Er saw that the guest didn't want to show his true face, and his voice was strange, so he didn't dare to ask.

There is an endless stream of monks coming and going in the Nanfeng Restaurant, and many monks are reluctant to show their true faces.

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute, the wine and food will come up soon. Xiao Er stretched his neck and shouted, and immediately ran away again, to greet the next table.

Soon, the food and drinks were ready.

Chen Jiannan drank wine and ate side dishes, while paying attention to the movements around him.

Chen Jiannan could sense that there were a few Jindan monks outside who were paying attention to him.

Those Jindan monks didn't dare to speak, they only dared to gesture and whisper, maybe they knew that he was Chen Jiannan.

But Chen Jiannan doesn't care, his self-confidence comes from profound cultivation, not by hiding.

Knowing that he is Chen Jiannan, if the few Jindan monks outside have ill intentions, if they dare to use force, they will be cut with a sword.

There were three diners sitting at a table next to him, a fat man dressed in a foreign suit, a thin man dressed as a scholar, and a short and stout man who seemed to be doing a knife business, all about forty years old.

They were all drunk.

They had a drink, and the fat man sat back on the bench and said, "Have you heard of it, there is a lot of rumor outside, saying that it is Chen Jiannan, a genius of the Misty Immortal Gate, who killed the actuarian and the Whistling Mountain Tiger in the East Market. ”

The short and stout man said: "Hey, this is needless to say, the mainland is in a uproar, who doesn't know." ”

"But it's someone else who destroys the door!" said the fat man in a foreign fuss.

The short man touched his beard and asked in surprise, "What do you mean by that?"

"A few days ago, Xiuzhen Daily reported that three fishermen saw a black shadow flash into the shop of Actuator and Howling Mountain Tiger at the time of the crime, and perhaps that black shadow was the real murderer. The fat man said.

"There is nothing, there is nothing. Nine times out of ten, it was the Lost Immortal Gate that exonerated him. The thin scholar shook his head and said.

"It wouldn't be strange to say that the three fishermen saw the black shadow flash into the shop of the slain, but the strange thing is that it didn't take long for the three fishermen to die mysteriously!"

The thin scholar's eyes showed a gossip look, and he said, "Tut-tut, there is no proof of death!"

The fat man spread his hands and said, "Isn't it?"

"If it's true, then it is estimated that it was killed by the man in black, it seems that the genius swordsman of the Misty Immortal Gate was wronged. The tone of the short and stout man seemed to be sympathetic to Chen Jiannan.

"The devil knows, or it's a play made by the Misty Immortal Gate. How can there be such a coincidence, I don't believe it. The thin scholar said, obviously thinking that the murderer was Chen Jiannan.

"We little people, just wait to see the show. The fat man said drunkly.

The few people who drank and talked were ordinary people, two were not monks, and the short and strong men were only cultivators in the Qi refining period, and they would not be sneaky when they spoke.

Chen Jiannan is a Yuanying monk, with clear ears and eyes, and naturally he can hear clearly.

Chen Jiannan didn't kill anyone, he naturally knew that someone had planted the blame, but now it sounded clearer.

Witnesses saw that it was a man in black, not many monks.

Of course, the fewer people who do this kind of thing, the better, and the more people there are, the more secrets will be revealed.

Chen Jiannan had the object of suspicion in his heart, Fan Xubo and Li Xiuyuan were very suspicious, and of course other monks who were jealous of him were not ruled out.

In the East Bazaar, in fact, Li Xiuyuan's suspicion is relatively big, after all, Qingxumen is closer to this side.

The key is whether Fan Xubo was near the East Market at that time, and if so, then she is the most suspicious.

Chen Jiannan estimated that the possibility of Fan Xubo or Li Xiuyuan planting was sixty percent, and at least two percent were instructed by them.

Whether it is planted or not now, Chen Jiannan actually doesn't care, as long as the fist is big, any gossip is the same, just kill the person who is looking for trouble.

It's just that he still wants to get out of the way to feel at ease.

No one wants to be framed, and they don't know who the wicked are.

It seems that the person who planted the blame has been planning against him for a long time, so it seems that it should be one of the two mentioned above.

Chen Jiannan fell into deep thought.

The hat covered his face, and no one knew who he was, but it could be seen that he was a monk with a very temperamental temperament.

Chen Jiannan drank wine and ate side dishes, his heart has been thinking about Xiao Haohao, or now the little baby is crying looking for his father.

He couldn't bear it, but he could only be ruthless.

Little baby is happy or unhappy for a while, it is not for him to think about it, he is thinking about Xiao Haoyu's safety.

Following the old fox of Qingqiu Laosuo is the safest Chen Jiannan can think of at present.

Qingqiu Laosu seems to be the legendary one who suppressed an era, but Chen Jiannan is not sure.

But he is good at illusion and has a super life-saving ability, which Chen Jiannan can be sure of.

Now that Xiao Haoyu is at least safe, Chen Jiannan is also relieved and no longer thinks about the sadness of the little baby leaving his father.

Chen Jiannan listened to the gossip of the diners in the restaurant, and there was a girl who came out to sing with the blind father who played the erhu, and her voice was very tactful, like a lark.

The girl was dressed in a patched little floral homespun shirt, and she was in good shape, with a plump upper circumference, and a posture of seven or eight points.

The girl led the old father to Chen Jiannan's side, and said tactfully: "Guest officer, do you want to have a song? The little girl can sing any song, as long as a copper plate." ”