Chanjuan is on the third floor, of course, on the fourth floor, under normal circumstances, the Lou Boat Wine Banquet, especially the daytime vegetarian banquet, the difference between this floor is like a layer of heaven and earth, where there will be any contradictions and disputes.

But today, the third strange thing in the eyes of the female foreman Nan Yan really appeared out of nowhere.

At first, it happened to be on the fourth floor above the heads of the guests on the third floor, and there was a big banquet, not to mention the seven or eight guests, and nearly twenty women were called to accompany them, that is, in broad daylight, the business was relatively reduced, otherwise Tianda would not have been able to call so many popular Qingqi, and even the three major Oiran of Chanjuan also dispatched two.

It's like giving a whole Chanjuan to Bao Yuan.

It's strange that since you have this ability to go to the sky, why don't you just go to the two ships of Jade or Cherry to have a good time? It's not good to hear it out, and it feels like you can't even step on the board of the cherry jade, so you retreat to the second place to be a good fortune on Chanjuan's side.

Nan Yan's mind, after sending that boy brother, was no longer on the third floor of his own one-acre and three-point land.

Those seven or eight people are all well-known figures in Liangzhou City, there are four miscellaneous generals, and they are all old, and they are all old and heroes, those people are very familiar with the way, and most of them are the old customers of the other two painting boats, and they rarely come here to eat meat, let alone eat vegetarians.

Originally, even if the little thirty people gathered in one room, as long as they didn't eat enough and had nothing to do, they stomped their feet vigorously there, and there would not be much movement in the downstairs room.

The world and the human heart are impermanent, and impermanence is in this place.

Those generals and old men seem to have endless meat jokes, laughing and stomping, it is simply a spring thunder that shook the plains, and the ceiling on the third floor trembled.

It's not difficult to endure for a while, but it's not too bad to endure a stick of incense.

Nan Yan, as the person on the third floor, actually went to remind the female foreman upstairs as soon as possible, but unfortunately people didn't appreciate it and didn't say anything, and her words were yin and yang, and she stabbed her in the heart a few times.

In the end, everyone is a woman who holds the rice bowl of the Red Mansion and eats the rice of the Red Mansion, Nan Yan went to discuss this matter again after most of the incense, to see if she could make the veterans of Liangzhou City stop a little, but the female foreman who was one head above her in Chanjuan became more and more gloating, and she was sarcastic again, and her words were mean, and she reached the peak.

Nan Yan was angry, and let go, although he apologized for his sins and smiling faces on Han Pan's side, but he also held the mentality that it was not a big deal to watch the excitement, and no longer begged the aunt upstairs to calm down.

It's just three things, the mud bodhisattva still has a temper, not to mention a rough military general like Han Pan who leads troops to fight, after snorting coldly at Nanyan who was called to the door to admit her mistake, let her quickly lead the way, and then Han Pan and the old robe Ze who was awarded the title of Wu Jielang followed the female foreman upstairs to ask for guilt.

Chen Qingniu stood up and apologized that he was going out for a while, and everyone here just thought it was a small solution, and no one cared.

As for Han Pan's move to climb the building, there are only two men left in the house and they are not worried, it is a matter of reason, plus Han Pan's official status and military power, it is just to deal with the guests who are holding a banquet at a wine table in Chanjuan Lou, no matter how bad the situation is, it should be able to hold it.

After Chen Qingniu went out, he stood in place, pondered for a moment, then took a light breath, closed his eyes, and stretched out his left hand.

He now has six kinds of mantras to teach in the Jing Dao, most of which are used for meditation and contemplation, and they are not lethal, and there are eleven kinds of rough formulas, which are all inconspicuous and shoddy formulas, just to get started, and it is not very difficult.

The thumb and index finger are connected and the overall gesture hangs down naturally.

Running water.

Go down and let it be.

The potential of the stream water moistens the stone, just as the qi and blood moisturize the five internal organs.

According to the pen record of a Lotus Peak guest, in addition to the well-known use of cleaning the knots, this trick also has an unknown partial effect, that is, divination, although it is not accurate in details, but it can predict the trend of good or bad.

The premise is that the person who pinched the trick has no obstacles. In other words, it is a big obstacle, overpowering all other big hearts, and it is similar to the former, and it can also pinch this trick and roughly determine the good and evil.

Chen Qingniu opened his eyes suddenly, his face solemn.

This hexagram.

Bad!

Chen Qingniu quietly condensed on the front line, and secretly transmitted the message to Xie Shiji on the bow of the second floor, asking her to go upstairs cautiously and carefully protect Zhu Zhenying, but there was no need to meet him in a hurry.

Chen Qingniu really couldn't figure out whether this flying disaster was aimed at himself, or whether he was affected by Zhu Zhenying, the county lord, so it was not good to throw her directly to the shore without worry and effort, so he could only make this decision, and Xie Shiji and Xie Shiji took one step at a time.

Chen Qingniu slowly walked up the stairs between the third and fourth floors.

He listened intently, and he could hear the movement of the Yama above his head, noisy, mocking, mocking, provocative, and shooting.

Finally, it hurts.

Seriously injured by a single blow.

The person who shot did not drag the mud and water, and did not even pull out the waist knife, but quickly took two steps forward, made a knife with his hand, and quickly slashed at the neck of the brother in front of Han Pan's body, who flew out sideways on the spot, and slammed into the wall, and his sturdy body was paralyzed to the ground, like a gossamer.

The cultivation is difficult, the shot is ruthless, and there is no fear.

Each of these three points is more difficult than the other.

Chen Qingniu felt tricky.

The martial arts cultivation of the person who made the move, the most unfortunate is also close to the threshold of the little grandmaster, and on the premise of no reservation, it means that the current martial arts height with Chen Qingniu is already half a catty.

Chen Qingniu hesitated, but he didn't stop, walked to the door of the room, and then stopped where he was.

There happened to be a hoarse and majestic voice in the room, it was the first time to speak out, the tone was not heavy, but the tone was very large, "Han Pan, although the old man has retired from the border army for twelve years, don't forget who founded the crane light cavalry that you served as an official outside the Guan. ”

Korean Pan was dull and silent.

The old man said slowly: "Get out with your friends, nothing has happened to the old man today." ”

Han Pan clenched his fists heavily, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "General Song, even if the younger generation is disrespectful first, the last general's friends will never suffer such a heavy blow!"

The old man asked rhetorically, "What, you, General Han, still want to ask the old man for an explanation?"

The room burst into laughter.

The old man said indifferently: "A little Wupin hit the Yuan general, who mixed in the border for more than ten years, before he made a battle feat the size of a sesame mung bean, and finally became a waste who was driven back to the customs by the border army, and he also deserves to call himself the 'last general' in front of the old man?"

Without waiting for Han Pan's explanation or refutation, the old man sneered: "Just rely on you Han Pan, leading two or three thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you are also worthy of reasoning with the old man?"

Han Pan gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "General Song!"

The old man laughed for no reason, "The surname is Han, do you know why the old man heard your name for the first time? Coincidentally, it happened to be your virtuous and virtuous daughter-in-law, she was back then, but she loved the dog so much that she wanted to die or live, do you believe that the dog hooked her finger today, and she will still go out of the wall?"

There was silence at first, and then all the men burst into laughter.

Han Pan didn't speak again, but just shot angrily.

As soon as Han Pan took a step towards the old man, he tilted his head, and he could dodge a knife from the man next to him, and at the same time, his cross arm swept outward rapidly, tilting upwards slightly, and smashed into the man's face.

Unexpectedly, the man just patted it lightly with one hand, and Han Pan's entire arm seemed to have been hit by the rod of the sailor's warship, so that the whole person staggered towards the man.

After seeing how the man made a move, Han Pan, who was already a master of technical attack in the army, fell to the ground, as if he was throwing himself to the ground at the old general Song.

The old man sneered and said, "Yo, why did General Han make this great gift? Could it be that he thanked the dog for not looking at your wife back then, so he kept his perfect body?"

The room was full of laughter, mixed with the delicate exclamations of warblers and swallows.

Han Pan shook his head, propped up his elbows, and tried to struggle to his feet, his face covered in blood.

In addition to sneering, the old man glanced at the henchman who made the move, as if asking with his eyes why his subordinates were merciful, and the latter just stared at the door of the house, as if facing a great enemy, and asked in a deep voice: "Who?!"

It's not this hidden general's guard who has a kind heart for Han Pan.

But at the moment when he was about to make a heavy hand, he inadvertently felt a strong killing force with no murderous aura.

It's contradictory, so it's more deadly.

Everyone saw a young man push the door in.

Saber, white robe, hanging jade.

Chen Qingniu walked into the house step by step, first the guard, who was in his forties, had a mediocre appearance, and his momentum was already restrained, which was in line with the return or return of the little martial arts master.

Chen Qingniu's gaze slowly shifted, and finally landed on the old man surnamed Song, as well as the two plump beauties beside the old man, with a bewitching posture and full of the taste of spring and spring.

Chen Qingniu smiled as if he was greeting an acquaintance politely: "Old General Song is really majestic, he is old and strong, he is happy on the battlefield, and his combat power is amazing!"

The old man's face was as usual, he sat on the main seat of the wine table, twisted the wine glass with two fingers, raised his head and asked with a smile: "This foreigner is so bold, if the old man doesn't guess, is he going to be chivalrous when he sees that the road is not parallel?"

Chen Qingniu looked around as if no one was around.

The old man squinted, his face gloomy.

Almost at the same time, the guard drew his sword and slashed.

Everyone in the room was like falling into an ice cave in an instant.

Chen Qingniu toe lightly, and his figure swayed towards the door of the house, like a fairy who resists the wind and volleys in the sky.

The aura that bloomed from that knife was not an arc moon overflowing from the blade's slashing, but an abnormally only a trace of arc.

A round of arc moon edge arcs.

Solidified as substance.

Chen Qingniu stood near the threshold, taking two more steps back before exiting the house.

The middle-aged guard also put his sword back into its sheath.

He pressed the palm of one hand against the hilt of the knife, his eyes were hot, and he also hid a little regret and jealousy.

This person shook his head slightly at the old man surnamed Song, who cast a suspicious gaze, and told the old man that the person who came was not good and it was not easy to clean up.

The old man's heart shook slightly, and he slowly got up with a wine glass, and found that behind the sword boy brother, there was a tall woman with dark skin standing behind him.

When Xie Shiji really stood behind him, Chen Qingniu's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

Between the lights and flints!

Chen Qingniu almost completely relied on his physical instinct and fell backwards.

The tip of the knife pierced him in the heart.

Pierce the placket.

Visible bloodstains!

At the moment when Chen Qingniu leaned back and the assassin made a move, Xie Shiji had already made a brazen move, so hastily that it was too late to use the Divine Spear.

She grabbed Chen Qingniu's collar and pulled it back, stepped forward, and an ape-like arm reached out, trying to hold the tip of the knife.

The sneak attack on the Assassin and the Escort has both succeeded.

The tip of the assassin's knife pierced Chen Qingniu's heart, and Xie Shiji's five fingers also clenched the tip of the knife.

The assassin was expressionless, but without hesitation, he abandoned his sword and retreated, his back smashed through the wall, and he fell into the Shang Lake, disappearing in an instant.

Iron-hearted, or to be precise, Xie Shiji, who was born unenlightened, her eyes flashed at this moment, her expression was complicated, angry, frightened, and guilty, like a little girl who made a mistake and was angry.

Chen Qingniu couldn't stop Xie Shiji at all, she had already rushed out of the house with a murderous aura, jumped with a half-volley spear, and dived into the water.

Chen Qingniu was not bad, but he was stabbed into the skin a little by the tip of the knife, and it was just thrilling to look at.

Chen Qingniu smiled bitterly: "This stupid big one." ”

Chen Qingniu exhaled lightly a breath of turbidity, did not take it lightly, and stood in place.

Didn't even wipe the blood from my heart.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Even Han Pan, who bumped into this scene, opened his mouth wide.

The old man surnamed Song held the wine glass, his eyes turned slightly, and he finally came back to his senses a little, but he couldn't completely ease up.

A scream of hindsight resounded through the building.

It is an Oiran of the Red Mansion next to the old man surnamed Song, who is young and entered the industry late, so he has not experienced many ups and downs, let alone this bloody scene.

Xie Shiji quickly returned to the building boat, she was not stupid, she quickly calmed down, and thought clearly that if there was still danger, she would definitely only appear by the master's side, so there was not a single tendon to chase and kill the top assassin underwater.

Chen Qingniu closed his eyes, pinched the flowing water trick in his sleeve with his five fingers, quickly opened his eyes, and smiled softly: "It should be fine." ”

Xie Shiji was full of murderous energy, and even those Qinglou women couldn't help but tremble.

Chen Qingniu patted her on the shoulder, "It's really fine, it's just a little bit of skin, it's not an injury at all." This kind of accident, you and I are not in a rut. It's not about comforting you, it's about telling the truth, understand?"

Xie Shiji nodded slowly.

Chen Qingniu said seriously: "Then laugh at one?"

Xie Shiji tugged at the corners of his mouth stiffly, and it was harder than killing the assassin on the spot.

Chen Qingniu grimaced at her.

Then in front of everyone, Chen Qingniu leaned back again, turned his head to the corridor outside the door, and said, "Why don't you hurry up and let people report to your father, just say that there is an assassin on this Chanjuanlou ship on Shanghu?"

There were some half of the people in the house, and it was vaguely seen that a handsome boy trotted away.

Perhaps because he trusted him too much, the Great Immortal Master of Qing'e Mountain, this time the county lord of Anyang made an impromptu trip, and the mansion did not secretly arrange for the guards to follow and escort him.

However, Zhu Zhenying had his own way to make Chanjuan's chickens fly and dogs jump, and quickly sent someone to inform the palace.

It was a shocking glimpse, and Zhu Zhenying disguised herself as a woman this time, and the only person in the house who really recognized her identity was Han Pan, a military general who finally changed from lying on his stomach to sitting.

But Han Pan was also stunned.

It was not only Chen Qingniu's attitude towards the county lord of Anyang, but also the guard's cerebral convulsions.

In fact, the old man surnamed Song was the most dazed.

The guards who have followed him for more than ten years have always been honest and responsible, why do they insist on killing the foreigner brother who met for the first time?

If you want to kill it, you will kill it, but after you shoot but don't kill it, why do the lost dogs run into the water like this?

This bastard, didn't it hurt your master to get a yellow mud on his crotch, isn't it shit and shit?!

Chen Qingniu took out an ordinary porcelain bottle from his arms, squatted down and poured a Zhu Zidan pill in the palm of his hand, and handed it to Han Pan, who swallowed it without saying a word.

Han Pan sat cross-legged and began to recuperate his breath.

Chen Qingniu squatted beside him, pinching his chin, and didn't speak.

All this, from Chen Qingniu going upstairs alone and entering the house, to the Song family assassin attacking Chen Qingniu twice, once deliberately showing weakness to the enemy, and once really revealing the murderous intention, and finally to Chen Qingniu squatting there in a daze, and Xie Shiji saw that everyone was looking like he wanted to break your neck, in fact, it was not yet half a stick of incense.

It's just half a burnt incense, but it seems to have been boiled for half a lifetime.

There are unpredictable circumstances in the sky, people have good and bad luck, the world is impermanent, and people's hearts are also impermanent.