Chapter 258 The master and slave outside the restaurant meet, and the prince of Dunhuang City eats potatoes
Xu Fengnian compiled randomly, talked and sang by himself, laughed, “Then I will become the king of the mountain, and the king will not patrol the mountain, and I will ask my minions to grab the world, rob the cardamom and grab the 28th, rob the young woman, rob the young woman and rob the Xu mother, rob the yummy. 』
In addition to his funny name, Du Qinglou only had a very ordinary face. His skills were both good at many foreign Qingkes in Shen’s Caotang, and he could not participate in secret events. He went up the mountain to Changle Peak five or six years ago. Because he was playing a sharp sword technique that was not circulated in the world, his sword moves were not whistled, but his murderous aura was very strong, so he was often caught by Zhongli Handan to compete and sharpen his sword. Du Qinglou is not the kind of introverted temperament of living alone and can also talk to many guests on the mountain. He is a small character who is willing to lower his body to get along with the relationship. He is also one of the few noble and clear guests in the cottage who are willing to give the counterfeit bandits a good face. He often goes down the mountain to drink and joke.
Today, there was a thrilling fight outside the square of the main building. He followed him immediately, but he just stood around the corner and peered without showing up. A guest who passed by him even spoke out loud and snorted. Du Qinglou didn’t mind being spitting. After seeing the wonderful fight of the scholar hanging on the sword, he silently remembered the moves and turned back to the second floor of the single-family building. Instead of picking up a bamboo tube that he often used, he picked up a very rarely used bamboo tube spring bamboo shoot pen with a sheep hair and a long tip, and he was good at writing small regular script for fly heads. He focused his mind and quickly filtered the notes in his mind, and then wrote as if he was flying in a small piece of mature scripture. After blowing the ink, he twisted his fingers into a roll, stuffed them into the short pen cap, blocked them with the inkstone mud, got up and opened a vertically ventilated nanmu box cabinet, and picked up a bamboo bird cage covered by black cloth. After pulling off the fabric, there is a pigeon with a hat standing in the bamboo cage, with eyes like green water, so it is also known as green dripping water. It is a first-class breed among short-distance carrier pigeons, especially within 500 miles of transmission. Its explosive power is the first, and it is faster than the hawks and falcons. He tied the lightweight bamboo tube cap with silk thread, and he threw out this inconspicuous green drip outside the window in the night.
After Du Qinglou released the carrier pigeon, he went downstairs to take out a pot of wine, sat on a nanmu chair, drank and poured himself in front of the table, and one hand subconsciously stroked the handle of the nanmu chair. Shenmen’s Thatched Cottage is not fond of the Northern Manghuang trees such as rosewood and rosewood, but it is only addicted to collecting giant woods and nanmu for decoration. Nanmu is the first of the four famous trees in Jiangnan in the Central Plains. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that Nanxiang Shou people have. Most of the Shen family members in the cottage use the particularly precious golden silk nanmu. For example, the first-class Qingke Sanren who is not close to Du Qinglou can only be reduced to a higher level in turn. Using Huang Xinnan as furniture decorations can also be considered as a style of beautiful wood with purple and fragrant fragrance. For martial arts people who lick blood from the knife, there is nothing to complain about with such a chair sitting under their butt, and they don’t have to worry about food and clothing.
Unfortunately, Du Qinglou is not an ordinary reckless man, he is a trapper of Zhu Wang, the Beimang. Like many colleagues who have penetrated into the major sects in the world, he was ordered to lurk in Shenmen’s cottage, nothing is wrong.The size of the birds must report the truth. Usually it is once every ten years. In case of an emergency, you can deal with it at your discretion. As for the filtering and screening of information, he doesn’t need to worry about it, a little hunter. Du Qinglou believed that his identity was hidden and was not seen through by the Caotang. He took a step back and said that even if those old Shen foxes saw through it, they would dare to drive themselves down the mountain to Shenmen’s Thatched House, Xiongxin and Leopard dared not dare to challenge Zhu Wang, tear her face apart, and the peace of Changlefeng’s Thatched House ended.
Du Qinglou was in a good mood and became more and more delicious when drinking. The tip of his tongue was slowly returning to the aftertaste. His pupils suddenly contracted violently. Du Qinglou stood up and asked loudly, “Who is visiting?”
No one answered, the tightly-tied door bolt was cut off by some sharp object, and then the door was gently pushed open. Du Qinglou kicked the nanmu chair and saw a woman in brocade flying in like a butterfly. Without seeing any movement, the chair fell quietly to the ground and the door was closed. Du Qinglou leaned against a beam and pillar, and was about to pull out his sleeves and sword, but he looked up and saw two gorgeous sleeves fluttering columns.
It is like a bunch of lotus flowers blooming around the beams.
The next moment he was strangled, which made Du Qinglou feel regretful. According to Zhu Wang’s internal “secret law”, the hunting Lang contained a secret poisonous gill under his tongue. Once his whereabouts were exposed, he would commit suicide. However, Du Qinglou never thought that someone in the Caotang would kill him, and he has been lazy in the past two years. After entering this spider web, I have never heard of my colleague who bite and commit suicide due to the situation. I have only heard of a poor man who killed himself by drinking too much. Du Qinglou immediately knew how stupid he was. The visitor not only grabbed his neck, but also cut off his limbs and meridians almost at the same time. Even if he let go, he could only fall to the ground like a pile of mud, unable to move. Such techniques are so skillful that it is like a skilled woman cooking and cutting vegetables.
The woman in front of me was such a charming beauty!
The most thrilling thing was her extremely scarlet and eye-catching lips. Du Qinglou, who knew that he would die, wanted to know what kind of rouge was, which made her so charming and so cold.
She chuckled softly, “I have intercepted the secret letter you gave to another butterfly girl in the Rooster Town three hundred miles away.”
Du Qinglou, who could only make a hoarse voice, asked, “Who are you?”
She didn’t want to answer, but she squinted her eyes as charming as a crescent moon for no reason, and laughed sweetly, “It’s your mother who has been separated for many years. Is this answer beautiful?”
Du Qinglou, who capsized in the gutter, almost vomited blood by this sentence. Being born Zhu Wang means that he is not afraid of death, and even torture is regarded as a joke, but he is in a state of death and has no power to fight back. The key murderer is still such a young woman, like a vixen who has been cultivated into a human form for thousands of years, which makes Du Qinglou a little confused and cannot even become fierce. As for the so-called beheading of his head that is rumored in the world, he is a hero again eighteen years later, and he can’t say it – he is too stupid.
Du QingLou stared at the killer, only knowing that she was a single mountain and an envoy of Dunhuang City. All the news was written in that letter, because it was too eye-catching to let the pigeon fly during the day. For the sake of caution, Du Qinglou usually passed secret messages around the middle of the night. He was just glad that the message would be of later benefit. This would be better than to hurry up. He happened to write the news about the young swordsman together, but all his efforts were gone.
She asked, “That green drop is not dead yet, why don’t you send it with a secret letter?”
Du Qinglou’s eyes were not boring, and he asked calmly, “I can survive if I do this.”
She said for granted, “No.”
Du Qinglou smiled sarcastically, “Why do you need to write?”
She blinked her eyes and smiled charmingly, “I always thought it was a lucky thing to live longer when I was young.”
Du Qinglou suddenly said, “I will write!”
She shook her head and said, “Since you know that you are not afraid of death, I won’t give you the chance to scheming in the letter.”
With a click, the sound of bones shattering. The poor hunting Lang died with his eyes open, leaned against the beams and pillars, and sat on the ground with his head tilted.
The woman didn’t even look at the body, and she walked slowly while swaying in her beautiful skirt. Up to the second floor, she looked at the ivory pen holder, and immediately picked out the long-edged pen of the spring bamboo shoot, sheep hair, used her fingers as a knife, bent down to cut off the clever Xuan, which was not the same size as the secret letter on her hand, and did not rush to write and make up the news. She moved several books that Du Qinglou often read on the desk, carefully browsed some of the handwritings of Du Qinglou’s evaluation, and then reached into her collar and took out the green drip from her plump and spectacular chest. If this scene was seen by Du Qinglou, she would probably even stare out. The woman put the pigeon on the desk, untied the thread of the tied silk, took off the pen cap, peeled off the seal with her nails, pulled out the secret letter, and compared the handwriting, it was indeed very different. She pointed to the green water pigeon with her fingers and laughed softly, “Like you, you are all unwilling to be honest.”
She suddenly put down the long tip of the sheep’s hair, her eyes became hot, and her eyes were blurred, and her slight voice was like crying and complaining. After a long time, she finally stopped the gasp of the sick man, and she suppressed and shouted: “Your Highness…”
The mansion of Shenmen was full of chaos. The darker the night, the more red lanterns were hanging, and many idle guests with good relationships began to gather to whisper. The people who had no time to get close to the fight were shocked. Not only did the young swordsman who went up the mountain to seek trouble, but he lost thirty-four people, even the Lord of the Lun Shen Zhi was heartbroken by a sword, because the sword energy was rolling like a mountain collapse and tide was surging first. Shen Zhi, who had been in the second-level realm for many years, accidentally died in a bad way, and did not cause too many speculations on the table. After cleaning up the mess, Ziyi Shen Kaihe went to the back mountain to knock on a wooden door, and told a white-bearded and covered the overview of the mountaintop. The old man said nothing, and finallyStaring at this grandson’s eyes. Shen Kaihe sat upright, not moving at all, especially with his waist straight. The old man seemed to be the Supreme Emperor who had been living his life after abdicating in Changle Peak. He finally spoke with a plain tone, “I buried your father earlier so I can save you from leaving any talk.”