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- Chapter 312: Death
The person at the head was tall and thin, like a strong pine tree, with a long and narrow face, a yellow complexion, and a goatee under his chin. His eyes were long and narrow, and he was full of energy, like two sword blades flying across the sky, falling on the face like needles. bone.
Behind him were several people, all of whom were majestic in stature, with shining eyes, like lanterns hanging high in the air. They had daggers hanging on their waists, and they looked quite intimidating.
A big man opened the felt curtain first. As soon as he stepped into the hall, his eyes flashed with cold light, passing over everyone's faces and landing on Xiao Yuesheng. He hugged his fists and said with a smile: "It's snowy now and it's not suitable to travel. It's better for you to stay here!"
"Who are you and why do you care about us?" Qing'er snorted unconvinced. When she saw their appearance, she felt disgusted.
"Haha, what a beautiful little girl, I'm Chen Tinghe." The tall and thin man stroked his goatee. Although there was a smile on his face, his narrow eyes were shining coldly: "The people in our gang are rude, I'm sorry. I¡¯m here to take the blame for him.¡±
Song Wenqing sat quietly, frowning slightly, glanced at him, and asked quietly: "But he is the leader of the Jian'an Gang with iron fist and courage?"
"That's right, I am in charge of the Jian'an Gang," Chen Tinghe said with a smile, clasping his fists and chin, "If a disciple in the gang offends someone, I, as the leader of the gang, may also be wrong."
"It turns out you are just trying to pick a fight" Song Wenqing nodded slowly, turned around and glanced at Qing'er, and said calmly: "You have to solve the trouble yourself!"
"Yes¡ª¡ª!" Qing'er pouted her delicate cherry mouth and dragged her voice reluctantly.
She stood up in a hurry, put on her deerskin boots, and came to Chen Tinghe. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her eyebrows raised, and she hummed: "As a gang leader, how do you discipline the disciples in the gang?! ¡To actually say dirty words in public, it sounds disgusting!¡±
Chen Tinghe couldn't help but laugh. He sat down at a table next to him, looked at Qing'er, and said with a smile: "This is because I am not strict in discipline, and I am rude and rude!"
"Humph, you have to take good care of them. If there are a few more guys like this, the Jian'an Gang will become notorious sooner or later!" Qing'er waved her hands carelessly, giving a serious lesson.
Everyone in the hall pursed their lips tightly, suppressing laughter.
"I know." Chen Tinghe smiled bitterly and nodded. He glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and others, paused for a moment on Wen Yubing's face, then immediately turned away and looked at Qing'er: "It's just that the brothers in the lower gang were taught a lesson. , as the leader of the gang, I have to help him regain his face."
"Yeah, I know!" Qing'er waved her hands indifferently and hummed: "I heard that you have an iron fist and courage. The little girl should learn a lesson from you!"
She spoke in a crisp and clear manner, quite like a member of a martial arts gang.
"I won't do anything with women." Chen Tinghe shook his head and looked at Xiao Yuesheng.
"Humph, that person was taught a lesson by me, it has nothing to do with Mr. Xiao!" Qing'er snorted quickly and pulled out the dagger from the sheath from her waist.
The dagger was filled with cold air. When it was first unsheathed, it shone brightly. It was obvious at a glance that it had the power of blowing hair and breaking hair. Holding it in her small green hands, it trembled like a snake trying to break free.
"What a sword!" Chen Tinghe's eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a hint of greed. Although he had martial arts skills, he was not wealthy and did not have a real sword so far.
Although he dominates with his boxing skills, after all, his fists are not as powerful as swords. At critical moments, he still needs to use a sword. The power of the sword is enough to decide life and death.
Qing'er's smart eyes rolled and she said sweetly: "Well, if you can defeat my Aunt Qing, this sword will be yours!"
Chen Tinghe immediately looked at Song Wenqing, his eyes like blades, as if he wanted to see through her.
"Okay?You are a man, please be happy!" Qing'er urged in a sweet voice, quite impatiently.
"I won't do anything with women." Chen Tinghe withdrew his gaze and shook his head.
"Humph, you're just making excuses, you can't beat my Aunt Qing!" Qing'er pouted her lips disdainfully and gave him a roll of her eyes.
Chen Tinghe smiled silently and made no excuses. He really couldn't see the depth of Song Wenqing. He was cautious by nature and was unwilling to take action rashly.
"Qing'er!" Song Wenqing screamed.
"Hehe, Aunt Qing, help me teach him a lesson!" Qing'er smiled playfully, put her little hands in front of her eyes, and begged for mercy.
"Put your sword away!" Song Wenqing gave her an annoyed look.
Qing'er put away the cold dagger as she was told. Seeing the bright dagger being sheathed, Chen Tinghe felt a slight pain in his heart, as if he had lost something precious. He already regarded the dagger as his own. .
"Mr. Xiao??, let's go? Song Wenqing glanced at Chen Tinghe, turned to Xiao Yuesheng, and said calmly.
"Let's go." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, looked at Chen Tinghe with a smile, bent down and put the snow-white mink fur in the chair on Wen Yubing.
Chen Tinghe's eyes were bright and narrow. He glanced at Xiao Yuesheng a few times, then glanced at Wen Yubing, snorted softly, and turned away.
Qing'er snorted at their backs, quite disdainfully: "Iron fist and iron courage, humph, you are as timid as a mouse, how dare you call yourself iron courage?!"
Young swordsman Yan Beilou touched his nose and showed embarrassment. This Chen Tinghe did not live up to his title. His retreat in the face of difficulties was tantamount to a slap in the face for Yan Beilou.
"Qing'er!" Song Wenqing scolded, her elegant and quiet face darkening.
"Yes, Aunt Qing." Qing'er spit out her sweet tongue, knowing that she was really angry.
"Young Master Yan, I'm so ridiculous, don't be like her little girl." Song Wenqing bowed to Yan Beilou and apologized gently.
"Don't be shy, Miss Song is too polite!" Yan Beilou stood up in a hurry, cupped his fists and bowed in return.
Qing'er pursed her lips and glared at Yan Beilou quietly. When Song Wenqing looked over, she returned to her pitiful look.
¡°I want to hurry up too, why don¡¯t we go together?¡± Yan Beilou clasped his fists and looked at Song Wenqing eagerly.
Song Wenqing was surprised and turned to look at Xiao Yuesheng. The carriage belonged to him and he had the final say.
"Haha, thank you for your kindness, Shaoxia Yan." Xiao Yuesheng was smarter than ordinary people. He immediately understood Yan Beilou's intention, waved his hand and said with a smile: "The small Jian'an Gang cannot cause too big a storm, Shaoxia Yan, don't worry."
Yan Beilou glanced at Xiao Yuesheng in surprise. He didn't expect his thoughts to be seen through at a glance. He heard Xiao Yuesheng's rejection and could only nod: "Then please be careful, the Jian'an Gang is not a kind person."
"Thanks for the reminder." Song Wenqing nodded slightly.
Under the watch of everyone, Xiao Yuesheng and four others walked out of the hall.
The biting cold wind is like a knife cutting into the face. The heavy snow has stopped and a thin layer has accumulated on the ground.
People like this are most likely to slip when walking, and if they are not careful, they will fall down. Fortunately, they are all skilled in martial arts. The cold wind blows on their faces, and they do not feel unbearable, and their steps are steady and steady. .
The crisp sound of hoofbeats sounded, and a long and narrow carriage slowly came and stopped in front of them.
The long and narrow carriage glowed with a lavender light, exuding mystery. The two horses in the carriage were all silver-white without a single hair. They were more powerful than the white snow next to them. Their round eyes were sparkling, smart and smart, and they were divine horses. Extraordinary.
"Is this your carriage?" Qing'er was blown by the cold wind, her cheeks were flushed, and she was cute and cute. She ran to the two horses with her little boots on, stretched out her little hands, eager to touch the two horses. Horse.
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, stepped forward to open the car door, extended his hand to greet Song Wenqing, and said with a smile: "That's right, please come in."
"Don't touch!" Seeing Qing'er's little hand approaching the head of a white horse, Xiao Yuesheng hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "They are very wary of strangers."
Qing'er looked at the two horses reluctantly. They were squinting their eyes, shining brightly, and majestic. She had never seen such majestic horses, and she fell in love with them as soon as she saw them.
"Qing'er, come up quickly!" Song Wenqing stood in the wind with his train in hand, urging in a gentle voice, for fear that Qing'er would ask for the horse.
The cold wind blew her mink fur and messed up her hair, and her long eyelashes seemed to be fluttering in a charming way.
"Oh." Qing'er came over reluctantly, never forgetting to look back, reluctantly looked at the two white horses, and leaned into the carriage.
The two were surprised by the luxury in the carriage. They couldn't help but guess their identities. With such luxury, they should be either rich or noble.
"Hey, Mr. Xiao, don't you need to go out and drive?"
Qing'er sat next to Song Wenqing, looking at the pattern on the roof of the car. She was mesmerized by how beautiful it was. When she lowered her head, she suddenly realized that Xiao Yuesheng was sitting opposite, and she couldn't help but be surprised.
Xiao Yuesheng was holding a white jade cup and a book in the other hand. He shook his head and smiled: "No need, old horses know the way. They know the way themselves."
"What a good horse!" Qing'er exclaimed with great envy.
Xiao Yuesheng chuckled. Although he had seen through Qing'er's thoughts, he would not give his horse away to others easily.
There are three women in a play. Although Wen Yubing has a cold temperament and Song Wenqing is quiet and taciturn, Qing'er is a lively and well-behaved person who quickly makes the two women talk non-stop.
Xiao Yuesheng looked at it??, holding the white jade cup in his hand, he took a sip of the Biwu wine from time to time, and felt quite comfortable listening to their chirping of birds and warblers.
It¡¯s just that good times are inevitably short-lived. After walking for only half an hour, shortly after leaving Dengzhou City, the carriage suddenly stopped and a low horse neighed.
Xiao Yuesheng slowly put down the book, raised his head and smiled at Wen Yubing: "Ma'er warned, it seems that the Jian'an Gang can't help but take action."
There is no heater in the carriage, but it is as warm as spring. Wen Yubing is wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, and her temperament is becoming more holy and refined.
She frowned slightly: "In the end, he was too greedy."
Since Wen Yubing mastered the Blue Water Art, her wisdom has broadened, and her vision is naturally different from the past. Chen Tinghe's flash of greed at the beginning could not escape her eyes.
And he should be able to detect the depth of Song Wenqing, but he took the risk to come to the door again. It was naturally caused by greed.
The two horses have keen intuition and superhuman senses. Although they are far apart, they can already detect a faint murderous aura, so they stop their horses and hiss as a warning.
Xiao Yuesheng gently opened the door and walked out. Then, the carriage drove slowly again, and the squeaking sound was caused by the horses' hooves stepping on the deep snow.
Heavy snow has blocked the road, and it is very dangerous to rush on the road at this time. Fortunately, there are still a few ruts on the official road that you can refer to. Someone must be in an emergency and has no choice but to rush.
After walking for half a mile, the roadside changed from wilderness to woods. Heavy snow weighed on the green pine trees, and each pine tree was covered with white clothes and became taller and taller.
The two white horses neighed twice and their hooves slowed down. Xiao Yuesheng sat leisurely in the driver's seat of the carriage. The cold wind could not penetrate within a foot of him.
"Hi¡ª¡ª!" A sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and a dozen hidden weapons were suddenly shot out from the pine forest, including iron thorns, darts, golden darts, throwing knives, and sleeve arrows.
The direction of the shots from the hidden weapons are not consistent, but form a net that covers the carriage, making it impossible to dodge.
In the carriage that was as warm as spring, Song Wenqing was startled when he heard the sound of a hidden weapon breaking through the air, and was about to get up. Wen Yubing waved her jade hand gently: "It doesn't matter, he can handle it."
Song Wenqing was startled and suddenly realized. Sitting next to Wen Yubing, she had been vaguely aware of Wen Yubing's secretiveness. Even Mr. Xiao was also a terrifying master. These hidden weapons should not be able to defeat him.
"Aunt Qing, are the people from the Jian'an Gang really here to cause trouble?" Qing'er asked Song Wenqing in a sweet voice with her round, almond-shaped eyes open.
"Well, it shouldn't be too bad." Song Wenqing nodded lightly, focusing all his attention on the outside, listening to what was going on outside.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, flicking his sleeves, and the hidden weapons in the sky suddenly rolled back.
"Ah!" "Hey!"
Screams were heard one after another. They had never thought of encountering such a situation. It was really strange.
A dozen figures ran out of the pine forest and stepped on the snow, making soft sounds.
They all had black scarves covering their faces, with only their shining eyes exposed.
"Chen Gang Leader, why do you hide your head and show your tail?" Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, showing no anger at all, and instead spoke like a friend.
Chen Tinghe¡¯s eyes flashed, he pretended not to hear, lowered his voice and shouted: ¡°Keep the money you bought and go your own way!¡±
Xiao Yuesheng couldn't help laughing, shook his head, sat on the carriage, pointed at the pine forest in the distance, and said with a smile: "Those brothers in your gang need to be treated immediately, otherwise, in such a cold weather, they will die soon. !¡±
"Don't worry about it, don't be nagging, hand over the money quickly!" Chen Tinghe slowly unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and the cold light reflected in his narrow eyes, filled with murderous intent.
"Alas¡ª¡ª!" Feeling his surging murderous intent, Xiao Yuesheng was a little disinterested. He flicked his sleeves again and said lightly: "When you meet me today, this is what your fate should be!"
Qing'er opened the car door and poked her head out curiously. She happened to see Xiao Yuesheng blowing in the air, and Chen Tinghe, whose face was covered, flew up and fell two feet away like a rag bag, falling on the snow. Still and silent. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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