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Volume 1 The Border Town of the Empire Chapter 1046 Good guess

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    PS: I am out of town and have been on the road today. I have just written a chapter now. Sorry for the late update.  I would also like to thank you all for your rewards, which surprised me, shocked me and moved me.  Chapter 1046: Good guess. The cook said, why has your supercilious look not improved over the years?  Qiu Yu was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to understand.  She turned her head and looked outside the door of the small shop. The door was closed and she couldn't see anything.  But Qiu Yu's face became serious, as if he had seen something worth worrying about.  When the cook first said that her white eyes had not improved, she didn't realize what he meant. She had already seen everything clearly.  Her eyes are still so special after all.  Far, far away, she saw someone rushing towards her.  Her white eyes could not tell the man's age, nor his clothes, nor his appearance. She could only see a figure flowing with energy flashing over the roof.  This man moved so fast that no one noticed him even if he jumped over the heads of passers-by.  "It's all your fault." The cook sighed: "I am doing business here honestly, cooking the food I like to cook, and insisting on the rules I want to adhere to. Who will be in the way? Even if I have an incompetent disciple named Tan  Qingge, but I told him that he has no relationship with me since the day he walked out of the martial arts academy. If you want to check the Yueyingtang, I don¡¯t know. I am just a cook. I have done nothing before.  I have forgotten it for a long time." Qiu Yu looked at him and suddenly smiled: "On purpose?" The cook was slightly startled, not understanding what Qiu Yu meant.  ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ ¡­ Chang Chunyuan Feng Yu Building Fang Jie moved a chair and sat in the corridor on the third floor, looking at the sun that had already slanted past.  The sun at this time was not dazzling at all, and was as red as a child's face.  The wind in the city is different from the wind in the wilderness. The wind in the wilderness can brush and roll across the ground, but the wind in the city seems unwilling to get involved in the trivial things in the city. It is very stingy and refuses to pass through the streets.  On the rooftops, they laughed at the various life styles in Chang'an City.  Fang Jie was holding a purple sand teapot in his hand, and the music he was humming softly was a rhythm that no one in this world had ever heard.  Since entering Chang'an City, this is the first time Xiang Qingniu has seen Fang Jie so comfortable.  There were many people and many things in Chang'an City that involved Fang Jie's energy, but he was still a person with two minds in his heart.  Xiang Qingniu didn't know that Fang Jie had a previous life, but he could feel Fang Jie's contradictions.  "Don't test me with your Taoist intentions." Fang Jie squinted at Xiang Qingniu.  Xiang Qingniu chuckled: "I just want to know whether you are really leisurely or pretending to be leisurely now. Is there anything good?" "No good." Fang Jie took a sip of tea.  This tea is not very good. Chang'an City has been besieged for several years, so where can I find any good tea?  Originally, almost all the tea in Changchun Garden was sold by the people in the garden to exchange for food. As for the Tai Chi Palace, because the palace people died, no one took care of the tea, and they could not drink it for a long time.  It's a bit sad to say that those who can't leave Changchun Garden want to sell some things in the garden. There are so many treasures but they don't know how much they are worth. Some rare treasures are sold at extremely low prices.  , not even as high as the price of a pound of fine tea.  Simply because those servants know the price of tea, but they don't know the price of antiques.  "You're still laughing when nothing good happens?" Xiang Qingniu didn't believe it.  Fang Jie looked at Xiang Qingniu: "Let me give you an analogy. For example, there is a particularly good rich man who is never harsh to the servants in his house. Because of this, the servants in his house also respect him very much.  . One day, the rich man decided to join forces with his friends to do a big business. They worked hard to reach an agreement with each other, but suddenly the rich man's competitors appeared and knew all about the rich man's bottom line.  It was clear that he finally made a deal with someone at a lower price than the rich man offered. After the rich man returned, he did not intend to find out who betrayed him, because he knew that he had lost an opportunity to make money, but he did not want to lose him.  As a family member." Xiang Qingniu thought for a while: "Some women are kind, but they can't do anything by doing this." Fang Jie shook his head: "That's wrong. From the day the rich man was betrayed,  He has actually lost that family." Xiang Qingniu was stunned and thought about it for a while before he understood the meaning: "So, you can't be that kind of person."Jie felt the warmth brought by the purple clay pot in his hands and looked outside: "Maybe you will think it is unrealistic, but will such a thing really happen The rich do not intend to pursue anyone, just pretend that there is no such thing  Opportunity. But the person who betrayed him will do something because he feels guilty" Xiang Qingniu thought for a while and answered: "In the end, he can't bear the pain in his heart and confess everything to the rich man?  "Is there anything more outrageous than going to another place after arriving in Yinzi?" Fang Jie asked.  Xiang Qingniu thought about it again, and suddenly thought of a rumor he had heard: "I remember hearing Xiao Yijiu say before that there used to be a sect called Kuadaomen in the rivers and lakes, and there was a sect on Shuncheng Road.  It was one of the top sects. Then one day, the disciple whom the sect leader valued most sold the sect's martial arts secrets to someone from another sect. The sect leader found out that it was him, but he didn't expose it because he valued him too much.  He was just waiting for his disciple to tell him everything. This disciple was really guilty, and he finally made a decision under long-term pressure He assassinated the sect leader. "Fang Jie nodded: "So, there is nothing good.  Whether the rich man finally found out the traitor and punished him severely, or he finally pretended that nothing happened, he has already lost everything and wanted to keep him "What on earth are you talking about?" Xiang Qingniu became more and more worried.  He became curious: "Don't tell me what happened to your Black Flag Army." "No," Fang explained, "I'm just feeling for others.      "You really don't want to take action?  !  "The cook shouted loudly towards Qiu Yu. Qiu Yu pulled Mu San to his feet and swept away. He stopped about a hundred meters away. She shouted to the cook: "Although this happened because of us  But you didn't promise us anything, and you have nothing to do with us. He wants to kill you, so why should I take action?  " The cook dodged an internal force. His body was like a spinning top, as if he was about to fall down at any time, but he just couldn't fall down. No matter how the old man in white Confucian shirt attacked, he could dodge, and it seemed  It didn't seem to be difficult. But the old man looked a little embarrassed, which made the scene weird. The person who wanted to be killed kept running away but was not embarrassed, and the person who wanted to kill was chasing behind but was very embarrassed.  The old man in the moon-white Confucian shirt is none other than Mr. Eight of the Moon Shadow Hall. Apart from Mr. Nine, he is the most distinguished person in the Moon Shadow Hall, and he is also the longest-lived of all the Heavenly Lords in the Moon Shadow Hall.  There will always be people who challenge Tianjun, and even though they know that there is great danger, there are still people who stand up and continue to fight. But he is always alive. That is because he knows what he can and cannot touch.  He knew now that he couldn't kill the cook. Even though he seemed to have the upper hand, the cook always dodged and never fought back, so he was ready to leave.  , it's time to leave. He received news not long ago that the cook's identity may be exposed, so he must kill the cook, but he never thought about the cook's cultivation.  Why is it so high? ¡°Please, please, I¡¯m really dying.  " The cook begged Qiu Yu while dodging. This made Mr. Eighth very angry. The cook's cultivation level was obviously higher than his, but the cook didn't fight back and just dodge, and he also asked for help from a person whose cultivation level was far inferior to him! If the cook  If you are willing, as long as you try your best to fight back, Mr. Eight will choose to escape five minutes ago. The most annoying thing is that the cook not only avoids all his attacks, but also controls all the internal energy that may affect innocent people.  He punched the cook, but the cook avoided it, but his internal energy would hit something behind the cook. With Mr. Eight's cultivation, it wouldn't be a problem for him to collapse a house with one punch. However, the cook was avoiding his punch.  At the same time, his inner energy was sent up into the sky with a hook, and it flew no matter how far it was and finally dissipated. Until now, he didn¡¯t even break a damn bowl! ¡°You take action yourself, he.  You have already captured me.  " Qiu Yu shook his head and said: "You obviously have a lot of skills, but you pretend that you can't use them It's not funny at all.  " "Bah, bah, bah.  " The cook said eagerly: "I never said that I didn't know how to practice, and I never said that I was poor in practice, but I really can't fight How many years have passed since the day I started practicing?  II don¡¯t even remember it, but I really never had a fight with anyone.  " Qiu Yu was still laughing. She naturally didn't believe it. Then she saw the old man in the moon-white Confucian shirt turned around and ran away, while the cook was still yelling at her. It seemed that there was nothing he could do, so she had to  Doubtful, does this cook really know how to fight? Mr. Eight decided to run away. He took out the thing that Mr. Jiu gave him from his sleeve and was about to leave. Then, he suddenly felt his body stiffen and lost control for a moment.  The control of his body. No matter how hard he tried, his body just refused to obey. His left hand had already reached into the sleeve of his right arm, but he could no longer move it.  In an instant, Mr. Eight was filled with panic. He didn¡¯t like this feeling, so he always avoided it. This feeling of not being able to control his own destiny was actually a precursor to death, anyway.  Bean-sized beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead. Then, he saw a middle-aged man in a green robe walking slowly out of a small alley. This middle-aged man looked quite handsome.  There is a bookish air all over his body. There is no threat at all from such a person, but it is precisely this person who makes Mr. Eight, the most skilled person in Yueyingtang, feel the threat of death.  This man's cultivation is very strong, and I only succeeded by taking advantage of his unpreparedness. If the Marquis doesn't take action, he will escape.  "The middle-aged man said. Sanjinhou Wu Yiyi came out from behind him and hugged him: "Thank you, Mr. Zhuo.  "The middle-aged man shook his head: "I can detect that he has a very strange thing on him, which is actually somewhat similar to my ability. Although it is not much, the root of it seems not far away.  I am imprisoning a place, and that thing seems to be able to open a place.  " After Sanjinhou passed by, he pressed his palm on Mr. Ba's lower abdomen. A strong suction force appeared in his palm, and Mr. Ba's face immediately became distorted. His face was not distorted, but really distorted. It was like  Just like a strong wind sweeping over the originally calm lake surface, layers of wrinkles were blown up immediately. "Mr. Zhuo guessed it right, it is such a thing.  "
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