Watching Nan Jian walk into the depths of the hazy street at night, Ren Siyun's heart was even more sad, at this moment, she was not only because he did not confess his love for her to her, but she was also worried and sad now that he was going to perform such a dangerous task; Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"County Lord, do you want to get his sincerity as soon as possible?" Shihua asked her with a mysterious expression.

"Do you need to ask," she said, "as long as I can get his sincerity, I am willing to do whatever I want!"

"I don't want you to do anything, it's actually very simple!"

"Really!" Ren Siyun burst into tears and laughed, and said in surprise, "Good sister, tell me quickly, what is the best way!"

So, Shihua leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear, and immediately, Ren Siyun blushed with embarrassment, and she said sneeringly:

"No, sister, is there any other good way? ”

Shihua couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, "Why, you don't want to ...... with him"

"No!" she wanted to speak, but she couldn't.

"What's this!" said Shihua with a smile, "The concubines and ladies in the palace all do this in order to win the emperor's favor;

Ren Siyun saw that what she said was well-founded, so she also hesitated a little, and finally she said:

"Then what do you need to do to get those things?"

"Don't worry, don't forget, I've been in the palace since I was a child," Shihua said with a smile, "These things are all utensils we carry with us, and when we want them, we have them!"

Ren Siyun was both happy and scared, excited and worried, all in all, her mood was very conflicted.

When Nan Jian carried his sword and came to the outside of the courtyard wall of the Great General's Mansion, it was already the second watch, and at this time, the sky was still full of stars, and the earth was still pitch black. The blades of grass at his feet were dripping with dew, wetting his black and white-soled boots. But he didn't care, he only paid attention to the movement around him.

After a while, seeing that there was still no movement around him, he jumped lightly, like a grasshopper jumping into the deep grass, and jumped over the high courtyard wall and entered inside. The courtyard of the General's Mansion was very large, so he crossed the road and went directly into a small plantain forest on the side of the road according to the route Kun Shuiqiang, the owner of the Yelai Xiangqing Barley Restaurant.

Just as he had come out of the plantain grove and was about to cross a path through the pavilion in front of him, he suddenly heard a voice say:

"This can't be done!"

So Nanjian immediately stopped his steps, and quickly turned back to search for the person who had spoken, but saw that on the edge of the plantain grove, faintly hidden by a large plantain leaf, sat an old beggar with dirty, messy, and long beard, where he broke his toenails.

Nan Jian was startled, because this person was the old beggar he had met when he had assassinated Ah Hui Nan's men everywhere.

"Senior, who are you?" he asked, "why are you here, and why do you say, I can't go like this!"

However, the man did not raise his head, "In the bedroom of Ah Hui Muna, there are eight immortals, eight monsters and sixteen people, and the eight monsters are the eight old men who entered the door, their skills are unpredictable, as terrifying as monsters; Especially their gossip sword formation, shocking and terrifying!"

The old man seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was talking to Nanjian, but he kept his eyes on the ground and did not look at the other party.

"The most terrifying thing is not these eight immortals and eight monsters, but Ah Hui's crescent moon golden knife and his Gu poison witchcraft; people who don't know how powerful they walked in and smelled a faint fragrance, saw light smoke floating, and fainted on the spot, unconscious. Therefore, only when he entered the door, plucked a leaf from the flower-pond at his door, from the white-flowered bush, and put it in his mouth, he could avoid his Gu poison. ”

Finally, he said:

"As for his iron and clay-sharpening meniscus golden knife, it depends on his own ability! Go quickly! Otherwise, the sky will be dawn!"

"Thank you, senior, for your advice!" said Nan Jian, who was skeptical, and gave him a slight salute with his sword! As he spoke, he ran up the pavilion and walked along the stone steps to a large mansion with three flower ponds side by side in front of it.

But the door of the house was closed, and there was no one outside, but in the middle of the house, there were indeed some small shrubs with white flowers, but there was at least fifteen paces from under the row of flower shelves where he was hiding to the flowerpond with white flowers in the middle of the opposite side, and there was no shelter. In this way, he was worried that the whereabouts of the blades of grass had already been discovered before he could pick them.

So, he jumped and used his unique light skills to reach the edge of the middle flower pond, and then pulled all the leaves on the small white-flowered shrub with a light hand.

He sniffed it, and there was a peculiar fragrance in the leaf, so he was about to stuff a piece into his mouth, but when it came to his mouth, he stopped suddenly. After all, the old beggar still didn't know the details, and for the sake of prudence, he temporarily dismissed this practice!

Thinking of this, he took the leaf in his cuff, and thought that it would not be too late to put it in his mouth when he saw the green smoke rising!

Nan Jian was taken aback, and saw that in the house, there were immediately eight old men in black clothes, black boots, and black socks, their white hair and silver threads, and they were shiny; but they did not go out, but they were in two rows inside the gate, and each of them held a weapon in his hand, and said at the same time to Nan Jian who was standing at the door:

"Since you're here, please come in and talk!"

Nanjian was taken aback, these eight people, holding four identical weapons, in groups of two, the first to line up at the door were four parting hooks, two in each of their hands, followed by the copper skull, one for each of them, the third group was two ghost head knives, they were also one for each person, and finally, four long swords, two for each of them!

"You are the Eight Monsters!" Nan Jian said, looking at it.

"You're a little knowledgeable!" the eight said in unison.

"When the guests are here, they should also light the lamp!" Nan Jian looked at the black inside and said, "This is very rude, it is dark, you will hit the wrong person later, it is not good!"

"The blind man lights the lamp in vain!" Immediately, the eight people said in unison, "Bad consciousness, there is no light in our world!"

"Oh! So you're all gentlemen who read books at night. Nanjian said, "No wonder they are all so talented!"

"What is a gentleman who reads a book at night?" the eight men asked again.

"Oh, this one!" Nan Jian said with a smile, "It's when everyone else is sleeping, you sit in the dark light and read the heavenly book!"

"Hmph, so you're making fun of us," the eight of them said angrily at the same time, "At this moment, we're going to make you pay the price of making fun of us!"