On the third floor of Chanjuan, of course, the fourth floor. Generally speaking, the boat banquets and banquets on the streets, especially the daytime meals, are different from this floor, just like a place where conflicts and disputes will occur.

But today the third strange thing that the female foreman Nan Yan saw appeared in the eyes of her book.

At first, it happened to be held on the fourth floor above the guests on the third floor. Not only did seven or eight guests come, but they also called nearly twenty women to accompany them. In other words, the business was relatively reduced during the day. Otherwise, Tianda would not be able to call out so many popular priests, and even the three courtesans of Chanjuan had sent two out.

It's like wrapping the entire Chanjuan.

The most tragic thing is that since you have this great ability, why don’t you just go to Jade or Cherry to enjoy it? It doesn’t sound nice to spread it, and it gives outsiders the feeling that it is like you can’t even step on the cherry jade board, so you can’t settle for the second best to be a heroic and blessed Chanjuan.

After Nan Yan sent the young master, he was no longer on the third floor of his own one acre and three cents of land.

The seven or eight people were all well-known figures in Liangzhou City, and there were four generals, and they were all old and were all heroes. Those people were familiar with each other. Most of them were old customers of the other two pleasure boats, and they rarely came here to eat meat, let alone vegetarian food.

Originally, even if the little one number 30 gathered in a room, as long as you don’t have to eat enough and have nothing to do, and stomp your feet there, there will be no big noise in the room below the building.

If people’s hearts are impermanent in the world, impermanence will be here.

Those generals seemed to have endless dirty jokes, laughing and stomping their feet. It was like spring thunder shaking the plain, shaking the ceiling on the third floor.

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

As the third floor dialect, Nan Yan actually reminded the female foreman upstairs as soon as possible. Unfortunately, she didn't appreciate it and said something sarcastically, which made her feel sarcastic.

After all, everyone was a woman who was making the Red Mansion's bowl and eating the Red Mansion's rice. After most of the incense sticks, Nan Yan went to discuss this matter again to see if the veterans from Liangzhou City could calm down a little. However, the female foreman who was above Chanjuan was more gloating and sarcastic, she sarcastically mocked her. Her words were so mean that she reached the pinnacle.

Nan Yan was furious and left nothing to worry about it. Although she was apologizing for the crime and smiling, she also had the mentality of watching the fun and was not serious about the trouble and no longer begged the aunt upstairs to settle the matter.

The matter is nothing but three. The Clay Buddha still has a temper, let alone a rough general like Han Pan who led troops to fight. After snorting at Nan Yan, who was called to admit his mistake at the door, she asked her to lead the way quickly. Then Han Pan and the old robes who were named Wu Jielang followed the female foreman upstairs and raised an army to question the crime.

Chen Qingniu stood up and apologized and said he was going out for a while. Everyone here just thought it was going to Xiaojie, so no one cared about it.

As for Han Pan's move to climb the tower, there were only two men left in the house. It was just a matter of justice. In addition, Han Pan's official position and military power were just to deal with the guests who were holding a banquet at Chanjuan's boat at a table. No matter how bad the situation was, they should be kept in check.

After Chen Qingniu left the house, he stood there, thought for a while, then took a light breath, closed his eyes, and stretched out his left hand.

Now he has six types of meditation teaching methods, mostly for meditation and concentration, and has no lethality. He has eleven rough understandings, and is also inconspicuous rough formulas. It is just an insignificant and difficult one.

The thumb and index fingers are connected one after another, and the overall gesture is naturally drooping.

The flowing water technique.

Flow down and let it go.

The power of stream water moistens the stone is just like qi and blood nourishing the internal organs.

According to the written notes of a guest guest of Lotus Peak, this trick is not only known as cleaning the orifices, but also an unknown effect, which is divination. Although the details are not accurate, it can predict the good or bad trends.

The premise is that the person who makes a trick will have no worries. Or it is because of the big worries that will overwhelm all other minor and minor problems. It is also considered similar to the former. You can also make this trick to roughly determine good or bad luck.

Chen Qingniu suddenly opened his eyes and looked solemn.

This hexagram.

fierce!

Chen Qingniu quietly spoke at the front line, secretly sending a message to Xie Shiji on the bow of the second floor, asking her to climb the tower carefully and carefully protect Zhu Zhenying, but there is no need to rush to meet him.

Chen Qingniu really couldn't figure out whether this sudden disaster was targeting him or being affected by Zhu Zhenying, the princess Zhu, so it was difficult to throw her to the shore with difficulty and effort. He could only take this worst move, and Xie Shiji took each step at his own pace.

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

He listened intently and could hear the movements of the fairyland above his head, noisy, ridicule, mock, provocation, and attack.

Finally, it hurts people.

He was seriously injured with one blow.

The person who took action did not drag on the mud, and did not even pull out the knife. He just took two steps forward and used his hand as a knife to quickly slash the neck of the brother in front of Han Pan. The latter flew out on the spot and hit the wall with a bang. The strong body collapsed on the ground, as if he was angry.

He has a difficult cultivation level, is cruel and fearless.

These three points are more difficult than the other.

Chen Qingniu felt very difficult.

The martial arts cultivation of those who attack is the least effective and is close to the threshold of a little master. Without reservation, it means that the current martial arts level with Chen Qingniu is already half a pound.

Chen Qingniu hesitated, but kept walking, walked outside the door of the room, and then stopped in place.

There happened to be a hoarse and majestic voice in the room. It was the first time that he spoke. His tone was not heavy, but his tone was very loud. "Han Pan, although I have withdrawn from the border army for twelve years, don't forget who founded the crane-controlled light cavalry that you served as an official outside the pass."

Korean Pan is dull and silent.

The old man said slowly: "Get out with your friends, I will have nothing to give birth to today."

Han Pan clasped his fists heavily and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly: "General Song, even if the younger generation is disrespectful, the last friend will never be severely injured!"

The old man asked back, "Why, General Han is still thinking about asking me for an explanation?"

The room was filled with laughter.

The old man said indifferently: "A little fifth-rank general attacked the far away. He had been on the border for more than ten years before he made military achievements the size of sesame and mung beans. In the end, he became a waste who was driven back to the pass by the border army. He was also worthy of calling himself the last general in front of me?"

Without waiting for Han Pan to explain or refute, the old man sneered: "Just because you, Han Pan, lead two or three thousand shrimp soldiers and crab generals, is it worthy of reasoning to me?"

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

The old man laughed for no reason, "Han, do you know why I first heard of your name? Coincidentally! It happened to be your virtuous and kind wife. She was so envious of the dog son back then. Do you believe that the dog son will still be in trouble today, and she will still be in trouble?"

The room was silent at first, and then all the men burst into laughter.

Han Pan didn't say anything anymore, just took action in anger.

As soon as Han Pan took a step towards the old man, his head tilted, barely avoiding the man's hand knife beside him. At the same time, his arms swept out quickly, tilting slightly upward, and hitting the man's face.

Unfortunately, the man just slapped Han Pan's entire arm as if he was hit by the pole of a navy warship, so that he staggered towards the man.

After that, Han Pan, who was already a master in the military, fell to the ground, as if he was provoking the old general Song.

The old man sneered: "Yeah, General Han gave this great gift, what's wrong? Could it be that he thanked the Inuzi for not taking a fancy to your wife back then, and at least he kept the body of a perfect jade?"

The laughter in the room was shocking, mixed with the tenderness of the bells and the swallows were exclaiming.

Han Pan shook his head, stretched out his elbows, and tried to struggle to get up, his face covered in blood.

While sarcastically, the old man glanced at the confidant guard who took action, as if he was asking why his subordinates showed mercy. The latter just stared at the door of the house, as if facing a great enemy, and asked in a deep voice: "Who?!"

It was not this hidden general guard who had a kind heart to Korea.

But at the moment when he was about to take a heavy move, he accidentally felt a strong murderous intent with no murderous aura.

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

Everyone saw a young young man pushing the door open.

Sword, white robe, hanging jade.

Chen Qingniu walked into the house step by step. First, the guard, who was in his forties, had a plain appearance and a restrained aura, which was in line with the Guiyuan or Huipu, the young master of martial arts.

Chen Qingniu's gaze slowly shifted, and finally fell on the old man surnamed Song, as well as two plump beauties around the old man, with charming figures and springy smells.

Chen Qingniu seemed to be politely greeting his acquaintance and smiled: "The Old General Song is so powerful. He is still strong. He is so happy on the battlefield and has great combat power!"

The old man's face was as usual, sitting upright on the main seat of the wine table, twisting his glass with his two fingers, looking up and asking with a smile: "This foreigner is so brave. If I don't guess, will I be chivalrous when I see something that is not parallel?"

Chen Qingniu looked around as if no one was around.

The old man squinted his eyes and his face was sinister.

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

Everyone in the house fell into an ice cave in an instant.

Chen Qingniu pointed his toes lightly and his body swayed towards the door of the house, like a god-like man who was moving in the air.

The qi that burst out from that sword was not an arc of moon that was slashed by the blade, but an abnormally merely a trace of arc.

An arc of the moon.

Condensed as the essence.

Chen Qingniu stood near the threshold, and then took two steps back and was about to exit the house.

The middle-aged guard also put his sword away and put it in the sheath.

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

This man shook his head slightly at the old man surnamed Song who was in doubt, telling the old man that the visitor was not good and difficult to deal with.

The old man's heart was slightly trembling, and he slowly stood up holding the wine glass. He found that behind the young master wearing a sword, there was a tall and dark woman standing.

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

In between lightning!

Chen Qingniu almost completely relied on his physical instinct to fall backwards.

The tip of the knife pierced his heart.

Punching through the collar.

Blood can be seen!

The moment Chen Qingniu leaned back and the assassin took action, Xie Shiji had already taken action, too hasty, so he had no time to use the magic gun.
To be continued...