"That Wang Xingyuan, please be a real master!"

"You dare to humiliate us like this!"

A man's face was slightly flushed, as if he was drunk, and suddenly shouted loudly, and the wine bowl in his hand fell heavily on the table. With a clang, his eyes slightly opened, as if he was extremely angry.

There are still several disciples around, and in addition to these, there are two servants accompanying him.

On the round table, apart from the fine wine and barbecue, there are fresh vegetables and various fruits that are rare in winter. At this moment, the man with gray hair and a blue shirt is drunk and has lost his usual cautious elegance. His fingers keep tapping on the table, making a crisp sound, looking around several people, saying:

"What do you think he has?!"

"I am a frail and sickly man. I have no martial arts skills and cannot give advice to help His Highness solve his worries. I feel that such a person can become a disciple. Is he so daring to bring his subordinates here?"

"It's too presumptuous, it's really unbearable!"

Everyone was either silent, sighed, or spoke indignantly.

The two servants looked at their eyes and their noses and their hearts without saying a word.

The new Daqin man who was a disciple of the Danfang brought in two alchemy men, and it spread among the guests of the Second Prince's Mansion. In the past few days, it has been known to everyone.

This is naturally not a great news.

The ordinary servant just sighed and said good luck, envious of the two guys, but it made some of the guests feel unhappy. During the daily gathering, they often discuss it indignantly. They felt that they were trembling with others, and they had learned a lot of skills before they came here. After they came, they still acted carefully, for fear that they would be careless, so they would be buried in the ability to practice hard for half a lifetime.

But this person is good. He is sick and has no ability. He just doesn't know how he was appreciated by the guest secretary Mr. Jin and was recommended. After seeing Your Highness, he used evil ways to keep him.

This was not enough, so he naturally inserted his subordinates into the alchemy room.

In the eyes of other disciples, this kind of behavior is a villain who is successful and too rampant. In connection with his cautious behavior, he can't help but feel uneasy and accumulated in his heart, which is difficult to resolve. He has to express it by drunken and crazy words.

One of the servants raised his head slightly and looked to the south.

Not far away from there is the Danfang.

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"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices deep Prajna Paramita during the time of great success..."

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form."

In the Dan Room, two men dressed in coarse cloth and dressed as Danzi were grinning and copying scriptures. Although Gu Qinghan felt that this thing was just a big deal, he was even more tired of holding short-soldier hands and pinching the pen. But looking at the "Wang Xingyuan" who was leisurely reading books over there, rubbed his wrists, but he still lowered his head to continue copying scriptures.

As an assassin, qualifying for the situation, considering timing and patience are equally important qualities.

Poverty and humbleness are impossible. Wealth and honor depend on our mood. However, we must be too powerful and arrogant.

Fist and scripture.

If only one of the two can be chosen, then there is no doubt that the latter should be chosen.

Especially when the opponent does not intend to use his fist, but wants to touch the knife to chop people, he must make a quick choice without hesitation.

As long as I choose the ground quickly enough, your knife will not cut me.

He copied a few more sentences, and a few shouts came from the side.

Gu Qinghan was an assassin who was enough to threaten the fifth-grade master. He had a strong sense of perception. The sound of the other guests in the courtyard was drunk and shouting was not hidden at all. He could not hide it from him. He heard it clearly. When he heard the word "sickness and weakness", the corners of the Broken Soul Hand, who was so famous that the fierce and famous man was twitching slightly, almost pinching the pen in his hand, cursing in his heart.

The sickness of farts!

The sickness of shit!

Whose family is so dangerous?

At this moment, the young man there seemed to feel the temperature was a little cold, and he put his hands in his sleeves and held the stove, and coughed twice.

Her face was pale and a stream of green air flowed. She looked sick and harmless, and seemed to be able to blow down a gust of wind. She was a very popular young man in the Central Plains girl's boudoir.

Pretending to be that way...

Gu Qinghan twitched slightly, and added the last sentence viciously in his heart.

Tian Qingzi, you are dead!

Immediately, I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I lowered my head to copy it. Just as he was about to finish the last time, Tianxiang's finger next to me suddenly exhaled, and his face felt relaxed. I put down the pen in my hand, rubbed my wrist, and said:

"Young Master, I..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and Sheng Zhehan suddenly felt a shocking chill bursting beside him. The cold and solemn spirit hit his neck, and his body couldn't help but stiffen and could not move.

He turned his head slightly and saw the broken soul hand holding the pen on the other side staring at him with a dark face.

If you dare to finish speaking.

You are dead.

Sheng Zhehan's mouth twitched slightly, and "Wang Xingyuan" on the other side just looked up, his face seemed to be confused. Tianxiang pointed his cheek muscles trembled, and he squeezed out a stiff smile with difficulty, saying:

"Young Master, that, I'm in a hurry and want to go and make some more convenient."

"Yeah, go."

When Sheng Zhehan got up and went out, he heard the sound of flattering behind him.

"Young Master, I've finished copying."

"Ah, I'm really refreshed. I don't know which master's masterpiece is. Every word is thought-provoking and straight to the heart. My subordinates think it's very helpful."

"Ah, I'm the first one to finish writing, haha."

"Shame, ashamed."

Sheng Zhehan's mouth twitched, feeling that his trust in the top ten of the blacklist and his longing were rapidly collapsing into a scum of the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye. In addition, there was a scum dancing on the scum of the cold.

Tianxiang couldn't help but spat at the side and cursed in his heart.

The soul-breaking hand of fart!

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The Second Prince's Mansion was on guard against the master on the blacklist of Soul Broken Hand for more than ten days, and then slowly relaxed. The masters couldn't help but feel a little strange when they were tired.

Could it be that the fierce and famous soul-breaking hand is really just passing by?

Only the old man Gu Zhou seemed to have noticed it, but he remained silent again.

But from then on, I never passed by the Danfang again. Every day when I went out, I would never hesitate to go around a big circle from the west gate or the east gate, and always stayed at least one mile away from the dangerous Danfang.

As time goes by, the situation in the Balmain King City, which had become mixed with fish and dragons, became increasingly tense due to the death of King Balmain.

When the second prince was out one time, he was even attacked by a dead soldier.

If the old man Gu Zhou hadn't happened to be beside him that day and shot the dead soldier with twenty-nine-style Moon Cone, the second prince with great ambitions would have fallen at the intersection.

Since then, the less frequent he went out, the more visits he visited were from outsiders every day. Every time he met, he was wearing soft armor and was guarded by masters on both sides.

In addition, frictions and conflicts between all parties have become increasingly serious, and many people are injured and even died directly in a secret collision with other forces.

Wang Anfeng guessed this from the changes in the matter in the mansion.

During this period, several percent of the people who came to the Danfang to pick up medicine every day suddenly disappeared, and those guests who had come to pick up medicine suddenly disappeared. During this period, they had fewer time to gather together, and most of them went out to perform certain affairs.

I come back occasionally, with air conditioning and blood.

After all, rest is not the Central Plains. The throne changes of the Central Plains dynasty. Although there are even cruel and bloody aspects, the world never participates in it, and when all parties compete, they maintain the superficial gentleness and courtesy.

At this time, even the least optimistic disciples were entrusted with important tasks, but the Dan Room in the corner seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. Apart from the warriors who were wrapped in air conditioners every day and came to get medicine, they were still peaceful and ordinary.

More than ten days later, the fierce conflict seemed to finally ease. Wang Anfeng vaguely knew from the conversation between the servants that a family that was enemies of the second prince was uprooted, and the strongest warrior in his family was surrounded and killed by a disciple in the downtown area and beheaded on the spot.

After this battle, the four sides were shocked and fell into a rare tranquility.

The Second Prince hosted a banquet to entertain everyone, and after that, several disciples who made great contributions received generous rewards and planned to relax for several days after they came back.

Whether it is a banquet or a reward, the Danfang is still a forgotten corner.

Even the traitors were a little resentful and dissatisfied. Of course, their resentment was mainly because each of the traitors in the rest of the places had a reward of ten taels of silver. When they arrived here, there were only eight taels left.

After staying in a place like the royal palace for a few years, I realized that when I saw the owner here, I could bully it. Even the manager who paid the money thought he could step on it. However, they were just ordinary servants, and no matter how dissatisfied, they had to grit their teeth and admit it.

But I became increasingly dissatisfied with the sick and weak master who was quite nerdy.

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The sky gradually became darker.

Gauze lanterns were lit everywhere in the royal palace, illuminating the corners everywhere.

Before the Danfang, after sending someone to move the things into it, the plump manager just nodded arrogantly, then turned around and left, as if he had no intention of saying a few good things, and walked quickly towards another place.

The guest who made great contributions received a villa and held a banquet today.

He also wants to get a good impression.

Dry firewood, which was almost the same size as the ground, was stuffed into the stove, and then used the leaves of hay to set fire. After a while, white smoke rose, an open flame rose.

Warmth rises.

Sheng Zhehan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up. He had not done the craft of life by himself for more than ten years, but recently he picked it up again. It was really a blessing to make people feel good.

He moved his lower body a little.

The soul-breaking hand next to him was feeding the black and white beast, while Wang Anfeng was still lazy to read books, his fingers were hanging down and pinching them from time to time. It seemed that fortune teller scholars could be seen everywhere on the road. Sheng Zhehan couldn't help laughing in his heart, and suddenly felt that he was not pregnant with such a life.
To be continued...