Chapter 82: The Demon Sword is Unsheathed and Causing Trouble in the Gold-Smelling Building! (Thanks to snakeskin0!)
"Yang Dalongtou values stability the most. Nanyang hasn't been this turbulent for a long time."
Chen Laomou couldn't help but take another look at a certain Taoist priest who was leisurely drinking tea, and many chaotic events from Yongqiu to Nanyang flashed through his mind.
This person has not been in Nanyang County for long.
Thinking of this, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes twitched.
"Mr. Chen, please continue."
"Well," Chen Laomou looked towards the city gate, "the defense of the county city is rotated monthly by the eight major factions. This time, the Nanyang Gang didn't come, but Yang Zhen sent his people to intervene in the city defense."
“It can be seen that we need to block the undercurrent.”
"If he is truly determined and uses his prestige, he can intimidate all the major forces. There is nothing in this county that he cannot accomplish."
Yang Zhen can mobilize tens of thousands of troops, most of whom are sectarian warriors, so you have to think carefully before going into a head-on confrontation with him.
The big leader holds a powerful weapon in his hand, and this identity is no joke.
"Mr. Chen, are you implying that there has been a precedent?"
"That's right," Chen Laomou recalled for a few breaths. "There used to be a Laojun Temple in the city. Several branches were opened one after another, and the incense was very prosperous. But they secretly committed evil deeds, intending to destroy the alliance of major forces in the city. Yang Zhen acted swiftly and decisively, eliminating more than ten branches overnight."
“Therefore, many Taoist temples in the city are abandoned.”
Laojun Temple.
That is the true teaching among the six paths of the two sects of the Demonic Sect.
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, "According to what Elder Chen said, if Yang Dalongtou investigates thoroughly, even if I kill the three pests of the Baling Gang, it will be useless."
"Well, it's different now."
Chen Laomou said, "Yang Zhen is old now, and his methods are not as decisive as they were in the past."
"Since the Heavenly Master is on good terms with the Tiankui Sect, with just a word from Sect Leader Lu, why would the Nanyang Gang, a remote and remote place on Wolong Hill, bother to investigate? Besides his right-hand men within the gang, the person Yang Zhen trusts most in this city is Lu Zhong."
Seeing Zhou Yi's hesitation.
Chen Laomou asked first, "You want to use Teacher Lu Zhong, so the Heavenly Master feels guilty?"
"Haha," he said exaggeratedly, "The Tiankui Sect is making a fortune this time."
Zhou Yi took another sip of tea and asked, "Why did you choose this moment to deal with the Baling Gang?"
Chen Laomou said seriously:
"The Baling Gang has colluded with the Yangxing Society and the Tuanjiang Sect, which are rivals of the Tiankui Sect. The medicinal herb business is a major part of the Tuanjiang Sect. If your people want to start a small business, they will look down on it. However, the Cao family's medicinal herb business is not small."
"The Tuanjiang Sect will send people to investigate, and the Baling Gang will be watching closely. As long as the three managers in charge of Central Plains intelligence are not stupid, they will probably be able to guess that it is the Heavenly Master."
"Nanyang is in turmoil right now, so it's a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters."
Seeing Zhou Yi's deep voice, Chen Laomou paused for a few seconds before asking:
"What do you think, Master?"
Zhou Yi tapped the porcelain cup lightly: "I've been in the mountains for a while and I'm really bored. I just need a place to listen to some music."
"How about this song from the Gold Tower?"
Chen Laomou said, "It's not bad. The ordinary tunes are a bit vulgar, but they can find some fresh ones, such as the Kucha music and Shule music from the Western Regions. You will know if you listen to them yourself."
"Compared to the Qingshang music of the Jiangnan water towns, there is still a big gap."
"The canal water has high waves. Yang Guang sailed across this bridge."
He was sarcastic, yet understanding.
Zhou Yi stopped talking: "Mr. Chen, I will come to see you in three days."
Chen Laomou replied, "I'm looking forward to your arrival."
At the entrance of Meiwu Alley, Chen Laomou looked at the figure gradually moving away, with doubts in his heart.
If we say that Yang Dalongtou is hesitant in doing things now.
The person in front of me is too decisive.
According to the information known to the Ju Kun Gang, it is actually unclear how much power this person possesses.
Killing someone in the Xiaojin Tower and then escaping safely is not something that anyone can do.
Chen Laomou's expectations grew stronger and stronger.
Zhou Yi left the Kun Gang branch and turned to find Cao's residence.
The general manager in charge of all affairs in Nanyang is named Cao Chengxian. He is the cousin of Cao Jia Erlang and is more cautious in his work.
He was previously in charge of business in Huaiyang County.
The new store is located in the east of the city, not far from three martial arts schools, and has a great location.
Zhou Yi did not delay here and only asked Cao Chengxian for confirmation.
Let’s see if Chen Laomou is joking.
I have the impression that this old man is quite reliable, but the gang leader behind him, Yun Yuzhen, is unreliable.
The Cao family was able to expand their business, so they naturally had their own way.
As soon as Zhou Yicai asked, Cao Chengxian responded and handed over a letter.
It includes the business details of medicinal materials in Nanyang County collected by the Cao family.
From the mountain herbalists and farmers at the source, to the mountain owners and mountain bosses who manage a large area of medicinal materials.
Going down to Nanyang, we found that the Tuanjiang School was indeed involved.
Fortunately, Old Man Chen did not lie.
The Jukun Gang is of great use now. Having them in the city means having many more pairs of professional and discerning eyes. Mutually beneficial cooperation will be good for both parties.
The Xiujin Building is located in the west of the city, and when you leave the west of the city you will be heading towards Wolonggang.
They walked around Tongbao Street, where the Xiaojin Building was located, pretending to eat and drink, and visited many places until they reached the edge of the city wall.
After touring back and forth several times, Zhou Yi was already full.
After getting a feel for the terrain, he glanced past the brightly lit brothel and turned away.
Be careful here, after all, the other party is an intelligence agent, and maybe some of the street vendors are members of the Baling Gang.
Three days later, it is the turn of Shen and You.
A sallow-faced man walked out of the teahouse in Meiwu Lane. There was a hint of ferocity between his brows. If he smiled, people would easily think he was hypocritical.
Many old hands in the underworld are like this.
He was wearing the coarse cloth clothes of an ordinary warrior, and a low-quality long sword hung at his waist, which was probably bought from a small workshop.
The only thing that attracted attention was probably the two wisps of hair hanging down from the ears.
When the night wind blows, his temples flutter, as if his hand is holding a long sword.
The posture of the Jianghu swordsman is exactly the same.
"And this."
Chen Laomou threw something out and the yellow-faced man reached out to catch it.
He spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of Emperor Ding's graveyard painting: "What's the use?"
"This is the Tuanjiang Sect's identity badge, obtained from a dead person. Luo Changshou's son from the Tuanjiang Sect likes to visit brothels. Perhaps you can use it."
Seeing him accept it, Chen Laomou warned him, "Be careful when you attack. There are many people in that place, and there is no guarantee that someone will recognize your martial arts skills."
The yellow-faced man smiled sinisterly: "That's perfect."
Chen Laomou was stunned.
The man turned and started to walk away, but heard something that almost made him stumble:
"When I chop off heads in the brothel, my name is Chen Laomou. When I exterminate pests, I have no reason to do so, and I treat heads as a scapegoat."
“Hehehe——”
A string of evil laughter.
The locksmith in the teahouse laughed and sighed: "It's not a human being, it's not a human being"
…
The sudden rain in Nanyang County had only stopped for one day, but the sky had not cleared up yet.
At three quarters past You, the sky was gloomy.
The circle of glazed lamps in front of the eaves of the Xiaojin Tower had already been lit, and bursts of rouge fragrance wafted out from between the carved lattice fans.
The evening mist is thin, like the veil on a beauty's body.
Looking from afar, there are many graceful silhouettes running around on the window paper, and it seems that there are people chasing and laughing behind them.
Everyone knows what's going on inside.
Although there were many courtesans who attracted literati and poets, most people came there for their lust.
The more a bone scraper scrapes, the more it itches.
The row of incense shops with lanterns hanging on them are all properties of the brothel. This den of brothels in Nanyang is not only tacky with its gaudy makeup, but also has a gambling house and pawnshop next door.
No matter how much wealth or energy you have, it can all be squeezed out.
“Ouch~!”
In front of the Xiaojin Building, a middle-aged brothel owner, dressed in gorgeous clothes, came out from the door.
People in their line of work are very sharp-eyed.
Just look at your clothes, demeanor, expression and conversation, and you can roughly know how much money you have in your pocket.
But this time, the madam didn't even have to look at it.
The pair of eyes in the eye sockets moved up and down, automatically locking onto the gold that the yellow-faced man threw up and then fell into his palm.
This man is dressed in tacky clothes and flaunts his wealth so much. He must have made a fortune recently.
This type of underworld person is quite common.
They are often extremely inflated, but it is also the easiest to take gold and silver out of their pockets.
"This gentleman is unfamiliar to me. Is this your first time here looking for fun?"
The yellow-faced man asked, "Why? You don't welcome me just because I'm a stranger?"
"How could I possibly do that?" the madam said with a smile. "It's just that I don't know what you like. I'm afraid if I call the wrong girl, you'll complain, which would ruin the fun."
The yellow-faced man laughed and said:
"That's easy. I came here from Jiangnan, picking branches and flowers along the way. I heard that this Xiaojinlou is very famous, so I wanted to see if it was true."
"I'm here to have some fun. Vulgar and gaudy things are not acceptable to me."
The madam glanced at the yellow-faced man's eye circles and saw that they were indeed slightly darker and wrinkled.
This is a sign of excessive joy.
"I wonder how much fun you want?"
The madam asked tentatively.
The yellow-faced man took out some golden gold from his bosom, which made her stare at him.
"The best girl, with the best wine."
"Sir, please go up to the third floor!"
The madam led the way, shouting "make way, make way" all the way, asking the distinguished guests behind her to have a smooth journey in the extremely noisy inn.
Zhou Yi took a look and was somewhat amazed at the financial resources of the Baling Gang.
The building is connected by wooden stairs, which run through in all directions. Silk lanterns are everywhere, and beautiful tunes are played frequently.
There is a platform in the center of the incense building, which is covered by a large circle of tall glass lamps, making people unable to take their eyes away as soon as they enter the door.
Several dancers were performing the Lotus Picking Song here, and in the middle was a hot Hu Ji, who was performing a striptease.
There were a lot of spectators gathered on the first and second floors.
Following the madam, Zhou Yi went straight to the third floor.
This place is much more elegant and quiet than the first and second floors. The three managers of the Xiaojinlou are on the fourth floor, which is where the Baling Gang meets guests and discusses business.
Outsiders are not allowed to enter.
There were several men in black, armed with weapons, patrolling above.
If someone breaks up the stairs, they will never be able to hide it.
"You despise vulgar women and want to find the best girls, so you can only find pure girls."
"You can impress them, whether it's through talent, martial arts, or wealth, it's all fate."
"Otherwise, we can only drink, chat, and listen to music."
The madam laughed and said, "If the young lady does not wish to share the same bed with you, sir, please do not cause any unpleasantness."
"Don't worry, I know the rules."
Seeing that the madam remained silent, Zhou Yi immediately threw out a gold ingot in his hand, which was equivalent to throwing away more than ten pieces of silk.
The madam is very shrewd and won't release the eagle until she sees the rabbit.
Then he happily led Zhou Yi into a quiet room.
Above this quiet room are the three managers of the Baling Gang.
The windows in the room were half open, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
The madam smiled at Zhou Yi and left. When she turned around, she looked at the gold in her hand and cursed under her breath.
She had just seen three ingots of gold, and this was the smallest one.
I thought it was so luxurious.
The interior is quite elegant. There are exquisite wine vessels on a small table in the middle. On the rosewood desk next to it, the ink in the Duan inkstone is not dry yet, and half a roll of drawing paper is spread out.
There is a curtain in front, and the beautiful figure behind is half-hidden, giving people a hazy beauty.
Zhou Yi pulled the blanket next to the low couch over and didn't speak to the prostitute.
He just half-lying there, closing his eyes and resting.
At first, the woman in the curtained tent thought Zhou Yi was playing hard to get.
So she didn't say anything either.
But she gradually realized that something was wrong. It seemed that the guest came to sleep facing her and did not move at all.
Through the curtains, she couldn't see the face of the person outside.
Just looking at his figure, I don’t think he is a bad-looking person.
Maybe he will be a handsome young man.
However, most of the people who can come to such a place are not good people.
Another cup of tea passed, and the man outside still didn't move.
This really piqued her curiosity.
He lifted the curtain and looked outside, then quickly put it down, feeling extremely disappointed.
This yellow-faced man is ugly and fierce.
Not at all like a good person.
For a moment, she didn't know what to do because she had never encountered such a situation before.
"Girl, can you play music?"
Suddenly a voice came into her ears, and she replied casually: "Of course."
"Play me a tune."
After hearing this, she was stunned for a moment.
According to the rules of the building, whether to play a song depends on her mood, and she will only be given a song if they can chat together.
But she didn't refuse.
This yellow-faced man is ugly and has a bad voice, but
There was no trace of frivolity in his words, and they sounded very comfortable.
It was because she felt this rare bit of respect that she did not refuse.
Then he plucked the strings and sang softly:
"The evening river is still and still, spring flowers are in full bloom. The flowing waves carry the moon away, the tide brings the stars. The night dew carries the fragrance of flowers, the spring pool is filled with the moonlight."
This was written by Yang Guang when he was ordered to inspect the southeast.
He was made the crown prince at that time, so he wrote this romantic poem "Spring River Moon Night".
The Baling Gang flattered Yang Guang, and every quyi master in every brothel had to know this piece of music.
The courtesan in the room was quite talented. Her singing was beautiful but not gaudy, soft but not lewd, and had an air of elegance.
She finished her recitation and received no evaluation.
The yellow-faced man outside stopped talking again, and the silence lasted for a long time.
She didn't know Zhou Yi's purpose.
But she knew that she had met a strange guest. For some unknown reason, she lifted the curtain and sat down in front of the table where the wine vessels were placed.
Reaching out to pour the wine.
Suddenly, he noticed that the yellow-faced man opened his eyes, looked at him, and then closed his eyes again.
"Don't pour the wine unless you want to drink it yourself."
The woman put down the wine pot and said, "My name is Chen Qiaolan, so you can just call me Qiaolan. I wonder what your name is, sir?"
"I don't remember. I rarely use my name when I'm out there."
"That's too perfunctory."
"In fact, it's better to be perfunctory. You don't have to worry about me. You can take a break. I see the ink in your Duan inkstone is not dry yet. You are only halfway through the painting. You can continue with your painting."
Shen Qiaolan was slightly stunned, and turned her gaze from the painting back: "Master, do you really not want me to pay attention to you?"
"Need not."
"If you don't give Aunt Chun some money, you won't be able to enter this room. Wouldn't that be a waste of money?"
After she asked, she heard the yellow-faced man say:
"That's why I asked you to play a piece for me just now. The value of a piece of music cannot be estimated. Whether you buy it expensive or cheap is a matter of personal preference."
"Well, I have spoken with many guests, but I have never seen anyone like you. However, I feel that your conversation is extraordinary, not something that an ordinary person in the martial arts world can possess."
The yellow-faced man smiled but did not respond.
Shen Qiaolan pressed on, "Where did you come from, sir?"
The yellow-faced man said, "Very far north."
Shen Qiaolan smiled and her accent changed to her hometown dialect: "You're lying again. My ancestral home is in the land of Yanzhao. No matter where you go, north or south, you don't speak in the same tone as you."
Zhou Yi looked at the young and beautiful woman in front of him:
"How did you get here?"
After hearing this, her expression darkened instantly. She hesitated to speak, and after a long while she said, "I have no choice."
Zhou Yi didn't need to touch upon her sad story again.
He knew very well what the Baling Gang was.
"Have you ever thought about leaving this place?"
Chen Qiaolan said helplessly, "It would cost a huge amount to redeem myself. Few people can afford it, let alone meet the person they like. In a few years, my youth will fade, and I won't even be able to be a prostitute anymore."
She suddenly said:
"I feel like you're a very special person, and I have an impulse in my heart. If you redeem me, I'm willing to go with you."
Zhou Yi quickly shook his head: "I can't do anything, but you can escape by yourself."
"You can't escape."
Chen Qiaolan said in despair: "Someone escaped, but you can't imagine how miserable their end was. Without the permission of the steward, don't even think about leaving the Xiaojin Building."
She raised her hand and wiped the corner of her eye.
"You are such a weird person. I don't know why I suddenly opened my heart to you. This must never be said to anyone else."
"Just pretend you didn't hear me. I'll sing you another song."
After saying this, he walked into the gauze curtain and plucked the strings of the zither.
This time, she sang about crossing the river to pick lotus.
Zhou Yi heard the words "Looking back at the old hometown, the long road is endless"
In the room.
The woman's chanting and plucking were extremely sad, as if she was crying and complaining, but the yellow-faced man seemed like the most heartless person in the world.
He remained indifferent.
The sadder the woman's voice was, the colder he became.
Then he closed his eyes again, as if he heard nothing.
After more than half an hour, night fell.
The Xiujin Building was even more lively, with laughter coming from downstairs non-stop.
Zhou Yi originally planned to take action late at night. To be on the safe side, he could kill one person first and find something for the Baling Gang to do.
Of course, it would be best if we could kill all three managers once and for all.
At this time
There were footsteps on the stairs outside.
"Dong Dong Dong~~"
There were quite a few people, and I heard the flattering voice of the madam:
"Young Master, the chief steward is waiting for you."
"Young Master, you are here too! Please come in quickly~~"
There was a burst of laughter from the stairs, followed by the sound of footsteps going up the stairs, the sound of which was overhead.
Zhou Yi listened quietly.
This time, he had determined the location of the steward.
Shen Qiaolan's piano music had just stopped when Zhou Yi suddenly asked:
"Is the young master from the Tuanjiang Sect?"
Shen Qiaolan showed a look of disgust: “Yes.”
"Is he annoying?"
Chen Qiaolan came out of the curtain again, looked at the yellow-faced man, and spoke again:
"This man is a sex-crazed devil who has ruined the innocence of many women. I heard from others that he also practiced some weird martial arts to replenish yin and yang."
"Some girls were tortured terribly by him. Everyone hated and feared him, but they didn't dare to offend him."
She felt a sense of powerlessness sweeping over her body, and sighed softly:
"This is the way the world is, and no one can change it."
The room fell silent.
"You'd better find a chance to run away."
Shen Qiaolan suddenly heard these words again.
She still shook her head and stopped explaining to Zhou Yi.
Soon, she found that the yellow-faced man closed his eyes again.
This closure lasted for nearly half an hour.
It was late at night and the fourth floor was bustling with activity. I guess people were drinking and eating.
From time to time, there were footsteps on the stairs.
Shen Qiaolan was surprised to find that the yellow-faced man with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.
At this moment, she seemed to see a completely different look from before.
In fact, such a pair of eyes paired with his yellow face creates a deep sense of disconnection.
The yellow-faced man stood up.
Shen Qiaolan said:
"Although the time has come, I'm not kicking you out. You can stay as long as you want. This is the rule of the building. The madam won't kick you out."
The yellow-faced man said, "I didn't know I was that charming."
Shen Qiaolan shook her head: "To be honest, your appearance is very ordinary, there is nothing that attracts me, but you are very unique. You are clearly a person who lies all the time, but I feel that you are very sincere."
"You're wrong," the yellow-faced man interrupted her, "It's not that I'm sincere, it's that you're too delicate."
"I'm going to the toilet."
Zhou Yi urinated and ran out of the room, his eyes glancing towards the fourth floor.
I saw a large number of people standing guard, these people were stationed in different places, and it was obvious that they came from three forces.
The ones in black are from the Baling Gang, and the remaining two messy ones should be the Tuanjiang Sect and the Yangxing Society.
I heard the words "young master" before.
Among the eight major forces, only Yangxinghui has the word "hui" in its name.
The more diverse the forces at this moment, the happier Zhou Yi became.
If it was only the Baling Gang, they would be questioned if they wanted to go to the fourth floor.
Just then
Someone came up from the second staircase carrying an exquisite wooden tray with fruits, pastries and a pot of wine.
His heart moved.
Okay, this is someone from the Baling Gang!
He carried the wooden badge of the Tuanjiang sect with him and rushed down the stairs in two steps, shouting as he went:
"Hey hey hey! Why are you so slow!"
"My Young Master has been waiting for a long time!"
The guy in charge of serving the dishes stopped and thought, "Am I not slow?"
He was stunned when he saw a hand flash by and the tray in his hand was snatched away by the yellow-faced man.
This is the Crane Hand.
This is Zhou Yi's unique method of seizing weapons with his bare hands!
The guy serving the dishes has only mediocre martial arts skills, how could he withstand such a move?
The gang was about to shout, but Zhou Yi glared at him:
"I'll deliver it! You're dawdling and ruining my young master's mood. I'll breed you with a pig!"
"you!"
The members of the Baling Gang glanced at Zhou Yi's badge and saw that he ignored them and went straight to the fourth floor, so they had to go back downstairs.
Because the steward had instructed in advance that the guests must not be offended.
I can only walk and curse:
"Damn it, what's so great about the Tuanjiang Sect?"
"Pooh!"
When they reached the corner of the fourth floor, two alert-looking members of the Baling Gang looked over.
Zhou Yi held his head high and waved to one of them.
The man saw Zhou Yi's badge.
"What's the matter?" He stepped forward and forced a smile.
Zhou Yi asked, "Did our Young Master just ask for more fruit wine? If he did, I'd go get it right away."
His voice was so low that it was almost within the ears of the Baling gang members.
The men from the Baling Gang understood.
It turns out that he was afraid of doing something wrong.
He smiled and said, "No, I just want a pot of the local Jiuyun sweet wine that Zhang Heng of the Eastern Han Dynasty drank."
"Thank you very much."
Zhou Yi thanked them and took the initiative to ask. The two members of the Baling Gang were not surprised why the people who delivered the things were from the Tuanjiang Sect.
I just thought that someone in the banquet hall had given the order specifically.
As Zhou Yi walked forward, he pulled the corner of his clothes to cover his waist badge.
The people from the Tuanjiang faction naturally couldn't see it.
Just now, Zhou Yi was whispering with the men from the Baling Gang. The people from the Tuanjiang Sect and the Yangxing Society just thought he was from the Xiaojinlou and didn't bother to ask about it.
Zhou Yi lowered his head and sneered, then walked into the huge hall where the banquet was held openly.
Glass lamps were lit everywhere, and the party was in full swing.
The moment he stepped over the threshold, he took off the badge of the Tuanjiang Sect.
When the three major forces come together, it is impossible for them to be familiar with all the big and small figures of the other side.
Therefore, a small character who came in to serve dishes could not attract any attention at all.
Zhou Yi recognized the young leader of the Tuanjiang Sect at a glance.
Luo Rongtai.
That flashy, playboy-like outfit and those narrow, sinister eyes.
As soon as I entered Nanyang, I was stopped by this guy.
What a roadblock cat! See you again.
Zhou Yi glanced across the table and saw the three men in black sitting at the main seat. They must be the three pests.
None of the people at this table who are hanging out with pests are good people.
"Pour the wine!"
Zhou Yicai placed the fruits and pastries next to the two plates of chicken and duck, and Luo Rongtai started shouting excitedly.
"Mr. Luo is in such a good mood, hahaha!"
The tall steward at the top said with a smile: "Pour some wine, quickly pour some for the young master!"
Zhou Yi picked up the wine jug and filled Luo Rongtai's glass.
Luo Rongtai laughed lewdly:
"Your family's top prostitute has always refused to listen to my advice. Now that the head steward has spoken, I am naturally happy to think that I can have some fun."
The chief steward waved his hands repeatedly: "This is nothing."
He looked at Luo Rongtai, then at another young man, the Young Master of the Yangxing Guild: "Our gang can operate calmly in Nanyang, but we rely heavily on you two."
"Forget about the prostitutes. No matter what kind of person the Young Master wants to play, we will find a way to get it."
"Haha," Luo Rongtai said with a lewd laugh, "Great, great, another drink."
"Okay, let's do it!"
The other two stewards also raised their glasses.
Zhou Yi approached the three managers of the Baling Gang and poured wine for each of them in turn.
Followed by the escort beside.
There was a group of people standing around the banquet table, who glanced at him but didn't pay any attention.
Taking advantage of this good mood, everyone stood up and raised their glasses together.
A member of the Baling Gang blinked, then widened his eyes and saw an incredible scene.
Next to the steward, the man who poured the wine pulled the wine jug down inconspicuously and put his hand on the long sword at his waist.
When he saw this scene, the manager of Xiaojinlou was drinking with his head tilted back.
This is the most lively moment of the banquet.
The wine is fragrant, the snakes are laughing and the mice are happy, and the love is sweet.
The wine gurgled down his throat.
At this extremely blissful moment.
suddenly!
凔————
The sound of a sword being drawn suddenly rang out, and the cheerful atmosphere in the banquet hall was like a mirror being suddenly shattered!
A strange and eerie scene was reflected in the crackling mirror.
The steward tilted his head back to drink, exposing his thick, fat neck.
He caught a glimpse of a black light from the corner of his eye!
It was a sword, emitting a strange black aura, like a black gust of wind, blowing towards him.
This sword is very fast.
So the ears heard a pleasant and strange sound.
It felt like someone was ringing a bell in the dark, and the black wind made people feel very cold.
The soul shuddered.
Nanyang's rice wine Jiuyun Ganli has the effect of warming the heart and lungs.
But,
The steward's last feeling was that the warmth in his stomach suddenly stopped.
Only then did he realize that his throat had been cut open.
The rice wine he drank was stained with blood and had no chance to enter his stomach, so it spilled out.
Just like Zhou Yi poured him a glass of wine, the steward now also toasted Zhou Yi. Unfortunately, Zhou Yi did not give him face and would never take the wine cup.
“Ah~!!”
This voice did not come from the chief steward, but from the second steward beside Zhou Yi.
After he slit the throat of the chief steward with a sword, he chopped off the head of the second steward with a flat sword.
The second manager was the tallest, with a neck like a turtle with its head sticking out. When he went out to catch women in the past, his long neck gave him an advantage in vision.
But now, Zhou Yi didn't even need to aim when he cut off his head.
Zhou Yi was very dissatisfied with the sword's slash. If the sword had been faster, the scream would have been suppressed in his heart.
"what do you--!"
The third steward yelled in shock, and the banquet hall was in chaos.
Before he could utter the word "人", the sword filled with demonic energy was already coming down on him.
The third manager had two swords on his waist, but the incident happened suddenly, so he could only use his skilled right hand to draw the short sword on his left waist and block the long sword with a sword.
However.
The strange sword shadow floated, and his dagger slashed at the air.
Immediately, the blood in my body surged, and I felt like I had endless strength.
Just this one delay caused a pain in his chest, as if his heart meridian had been pierced. A stream of blood spurted out from his back, hitting Luo Rongtai on the other side, leaving his face covered in blood.
At this time, the dagger fell and Zhou Yi struck it with a palm.
“Shhhh!!”
The short knife flew rapidly under the force and pierced Luo Rongtai, whose eyes were blinded by blood.
"Young Master!"
A master from the Tuanjiang Sect screamed in horror, grabbed the young leader with both hands and pulled him to the side.
He reacted quickly enough and saved Luo Rongtai's life.
But Luo Rongtai's body was suddenly raised, and the dagger flew past his crotch.
There was a "pop" sound.
Master Luo's thing was torn into pieces by the strong energy, and his pants were torn into pieces, and a foul smell filled his nose.
He didn't care about the blood on his face, and covered his crotch with his hands. It was gone, gone!
Luo Rongtai raised his head and let out a miserable howl!
The voice resounded throughout the entire Xiaojin Tower, with a sharp and penetrating power that only most women have.
The master of the Tuanjiang School standing by couldn't care less, it was already good enough that he could save his life.
"Chief Steward! Second Steward!"
"kill!"
"Kill him!"
“…”
The people standing around drew their weapons. Zhou Yi kicked the second manager's head off and forced back the man with a knife in the front.
The second manager's head hit the fence and fell to the third floor.
Shen Qiaolan, who was on the third floor, heard the noise outside and went out to investigate.
She saw the madam Chun Yi coming to greet the yellow-faced man. Chun Yi was screaming and pushing away the head that hit her face.
Shen Qiaolan was stunned and immediately recognized that it was the second steward.
“Ah~!!!”
At this moment, a scream came from the fourth floor.
Then there was a crackling sound!
The wooden railing on the fourth floor was smashed, and a man from the Baling Gang fell to the first floor along with the broken railing.
The dancers who were still dancing "The Lotus Picking Song" scattered and hid, and the charming Hu Ji was frightened out of her wits.
The Xiaojin Building is in chaos!
…
(End of this chapter)
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