Under the gaze of the silent cicada, Qian Qingjian walked out of the hall of the Lu family in a dignified manner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The villagers in the info courtyard have been replaced by a wave of villagers from the He family's compound, and there was bloodshed in the hall, and these villagers were even more frightened and lost their appetite, and when they saw this scary-looking man in green robes coming out, they all avoided to make way for him.

At dusk, Qian Qingjian came to the He family's compound, and before he reached the door, he heard the sound of silk and bamboo in the He family's courtyard, and the sound of drums, he couldn't help but be surprised, something was wrong, this is not the atmosphere of the Chilian fairy killing!

Walking into the compound of the He family, the compound was also covered with round tables and stools, and the villagers who had eaten from the Lu family were eating here.

He let Li Mochou and Wu Santong out first, and according to his memory, he knew that Li Mochou would come to He's compound to kill people and vent his anger. So after a few words of conversation with Yiye, and after another move, he calmly confessed a few words before coming here, and he didn't delay much time before and after, but where was Li Mochou? Could it be that Li Mochou actually rushed to the back? Did he go to the toilet or ......

"Eh, what are you doing?" someone shouted in the courtyard, Qian Qingjian turned his head and saw a thin man who looked like a housekeeper shouting at him: "Just say you, what do you see? Don't you look at what kind of place this is in the autumn breeze?"

Qian Qingjian originally didn't mind taking out another ingot of gold and sitting down and waiting for Li Mochou to come and kill, but this housekeeper spoke too domineeringly, far from being so polite and thoughtful as the housekeeper of Lujiazhuang, and actually said that he was "fighting the autumn wind", so he didn't want to pay for it, but he didn't bother to worry about a subordinate, so he just stood in place and pondered in his heart: The statement in his memory about Li Mochou's killing of He Lao Boxer Manmen does not seem to include a group of villagers, didn't Li Mochou come to kill people today? Or did he wait until these guests dispersed to kill? But Wu Sanniang's dictation clearly said that "Wu Santong saw it with his own eyes, Li Mochou came out of the wedding banquet and immediately killed He Lao's boxer's family...... "What is the situation?"

The housekeeper refused to let Qian Qingjian go, and when he saw that he was silent, he walked over, pushed Qian Qingjian, and scolded and said, "If you don't have any money, get out of here!" Don't stand here and get in the way!"

Before he could push his arm on Qian Qingjian, he was blocked by a person who came over next to him, and the person was pushed back by the housekeeper, and almost hit Qian Qingjian's body, but he was not annoyed, and said: "This guest officer is the customer of the villain's shop, and his gift money villain came out for him." As he spoke, he took out a half-run copper coin and handed it to the butler.

This person Qian Qingjian knew, it was the second shopkeeper who told him a story in the hotel last night.

Unexpectedly, the housekeeper smashed the copper coin in the small second-hand and scolded: "Don't you thief and bird know the rules of the family?

Xiao Er's help Qian Qingjian contributed money is not for nothing, just because Qian Qingjian stayed in the hotel room last night, and the money handed over to Xiao Er this morning was a piece of gold, and Xiao Er of course remembered this guest from the bottom of his heart.

Banguan Qian was beaten away by the housekeeper, and Xiao Er glanced back at Qian Qingjian helplessly, meaning that the villain couldn't help.

Qian Qingjian patted Xiao Er's shoulder, took out a gold ingot, and asked casually, "Why are you here?"

The housekeeper saw that Qian Qingjian took out gold, and couldn't help but glance at Qian Qingjian, although the He family is extremely rich, and the gold and silver in the family are like mountains, and a gold ingot is only a drop in the bucket compared to his thousands of family wealth, but the guests who can take out the gold will never be ordinary guests, and the housekeeper still has this eyesight.

The shopkeeper said: "Our shopkeeper went to Lujiazhuang, and the shopkeeper instructed me to give me a batch of water and wine, and I stayed in the courtyard to eat wine." ”

It is easy to understand that those who are in the hotel business have a good relationship with the two big families in Xujia Village.

Qian Qingjian stuffed the ingot of gold into Xiao Er's hand and said, "This ingot of gold will pay you for half a copper coin, don't eat it here, hurry back to your store, it's not safe here." ”

Xiao Er exchanged half a piece of money for another ingot of gold, and his heart seemed to explode with joy, the ingot of gold he got in the morning was taken away by the shopkeeper, and only gave him the usual money as a commission, this time the gold collected was not in the hotel, but it was completely counted as his own property, which was enough for him to live happily for several years, and immediately wanted to kneel down and thank Qian Qingjian.

Qian Qingjian pulled his arm and said, "Don't be verbose, hurry up." ”

Xiao Er bowed again and again and thanked him, but picked up the half-run money that fell on the ground and went happily.

The butler lowered his face again, stretched out his palm, and said coldly: "This guest ......"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Qingjian had already gently patted the top of his head with one hand, and the housekeeper's original slender neck disappeared in an instant, and his head sat directly on the cavity, and he didn't even have time to hum, and he was immediately out of breath.

Do you really think that Lao Tzu will not kill people? Qian Qingjian thought a little depressedly, and there is a limit to patience if he is too lazy to care.

Qian Qingjian leisurely found an empty seat to sit down, and the housekeeper behind him stiffly fell on a table, smashing the soup and overturning the wine bowl, frightening the diners on the table to dodge.

"Ah, it's dead!" Someone could see that the butler was dead.

"What's going on?" said a few Zhuang Ding rushed out of the hall.

At this time, the diners stood up one after another, and they all began to avoid the scene of the housekeeper's death, although some people saw that it was Qian Qingjian who slapped the housekeeper's head, but no one dared to accuse this fierce-faced man in the green robe of murder.

It's just that everyone dodged and exposed Qian Qingjian who was sitting at the table.

A few Zhuang Ding glanced at each other, and then looked at the crowd of onlookers, where did they not know that this green-robed person was seriously suspicious?

Qian Qingjian didn't say anything, he raised his sleeves and flicked them left and right a few times, as if driving away a few flies, and the few Zhuang Ding fell to the ground one after another, unable to get up again.

"Who eats the heart of a bear and swallows the gall of a leopard, and dares to come to My house to make trouble and hurt people?" A gloomy voice sounded, and a person came out of the hall, playing with two iron galls in his hand, and there was a loud sound.

"Old Boxer He came out. ”

"This man is going to be unlucky. ”

The onlookers exchanged their heads and ears, but Qian Qingjian heard them clearly.

Qian Qingjian didn't look at who was talking, he only sighed, got up from his seat, and thought: "It seems that I can't stay here anymore, if I stay for a while, there will be no one to kill when Li Mochou comes." I have to leave her a few surnames He. Thinking so, he walked out of the courtyard, not glancing at the hall.

"Stop, shall I let you go?" shouted Old Boxer He.

Qian Qingjian still ignored it and walked out slowly. He only heard a "whining" sound behind him, and an iron gall flew towards the back of his head.

He didn't look back, and when he took two steps forward, he suddenly copied the iron gall in his hand with his right hand. When the arm turned back to the front of him, he swung it to his left shoulder, and where his fingers flicked, there was a whip-like "snap".

After the sound of the whip sounded, Qian Qingjian had already walked outside the gate of the courtyard, and the guests in the courtyard heard the sound of "woo" breaking the wind, which was far louder and louder than the sound of the old boxer He before!

When I looked at Mr. He again, I saw Mr. He's feet pierced with a figure-eight, standing there steadily, and the strange thing was that a goose-egg-sized blood hole appeared on his forehead at some point, and blood was bubbling out, and the color of the blood was a little dark in the vast twilight, which was very terrifying.

Someone tried to shout: "Old Boxer He?" When he slowly got closer, he found that Old Boxer He had already lost his breath.

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ps: I opened the starting point martial arts page today and found that this book was actually ranked tenth on the monthly ticket list, and the universe couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. For a long time, the word "asking for votes" has hardly appeared in the books of the universe, but it is not indifferent to recommended tickets and monthly passes. In fact, the stimulating effect of these two bills on the universe is self-evident. The number of monthly passes and recommended votes represents the recognition of the content of this book and the efforts made by the universe for compilation!

The universe has always been from the point of view: I like monthly passes and recommendation tickets very much, but I don't dare to cry and shout and roll all over the ground to beg. I always feel that I should work hard to write it myself, so that the book friends can have a good time, and it is up to the book friends to decide whether to vote or not. Using the story of this book as an analogy, if I were the Xinyang artist Zhang Hatbei in the book, I would not stretch out the wooden plate begging for a reward in front of the audience. Because he has already put the plate in front of you for me.

However, if you don't ask for it, you can go to the tenth place on the list of monthly tickets for martial arts classification, how can you describe this joy? Although it is still far from the first nine gods, since it has more votes than the eleventh and twelfth books in the back, what else do I have to be dissatisfied with? Zi said: Occasionally on the list, are you happy?(The text of this chapter is 2358 words, less than 3000 words including this PS, and it is billed as 2k)

Thank you to every book friend who has supported the universe for a long time to reward, vote, and subscribe, and you are very auspicious! (To be continued.) )