In the Jinyi Bathroom, Xue Cheng had just finished washing and was about to go to work when he suddenly couldn't help but sneeze heavily.
"Who is thinking about me again? Is it Xiaohong or Xiaohua?"
During this period of time, he was really feeling proud. It seemed that if the Iron Mask Master came to his area, all difficulties would be solved.
When he was in Jianyi, the Iron Masked Master appeared and rescued him from the quagmire.
While in Jiujiang County, the Iron Mask Master appeared again, freeing him from his current predicament and even becoming a celebrity among the Jinyi Guards.
Nowadays, his life is very lively. His colleagues invite him to banquets every day. He often goes to Goulan to listen to music. He basically knows all about the famous oiran in Happy Forest.
"Hey, I don't look very good. I'm not going to drink or have sex with you. From today on, I'll stop drinking!"
Looking at the face in the bronze mirror, which seemed to be more haggard than before, Xue Cheng couldn't help but muttered something.
Bloody Sword Hong Ji's matter has come to an end. Someone from Jiangnan West Road has come to take charge. After handing over the personnel, he doesn't have much to do.
Drinking alcohol every day for heat is enough.
"After working hard for so many years, you should enjoy yourself."
Xue Cheng nodded and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the Deputy Baihu who was walking past.
"Let's go, keep dancing, keep playing music!"
"I won't stop getting drunk today."
"Never get drunk!"
Deputy Baihu also had a smile on his face. Xue Cheng was willing to have fun with them and express his closeness. Of course they were very happy.
After all, this person is now a famous person, and it is a good thing for them that he is willing to take the initiative to make friends with them.
Zhou Junwei wished that the other party could get closer to him, because what he did before was not very authentic.
He was quite happy now that he could put aside the past feud.
Before he could even reach the door, several other deputy 100-year-olds and the general banner had already come forward to greet him, all with smiles on their faces.
Ever since Xue Cheng secured the position of Jinyiwei Baihu, he has a smiling face wherever he goes, and everyone is very considerate.
Not only in person, but also in secret, I didn't hear a single bad word. It can be said that there are good people everywhere in life, but Xue Cheng has not forgotten the faces of everyone before, and he knows it in his heart.
A group of people were chatting and laughing, and were about to go out for a walk and play a few rounds of Pai Gow again, and then go to Yihong Courtyard in the evening to have a literati goulan listening to music.
Xue Cheng's expression suddenly changed midway, but it was so subtle that few people present noticed it.
Xue Cheng secretly winked at a guard next to him, and the guard immediately stepped forward and whispered in his ear, whispering a few words.
There was an unhappy look on Xue Cheng's face, and everyone around him felt their hearts tightening when they saw it. However, Xue Cheng's face quickly returned to calm, and he said to the people around him with a bitter look on his face: "My clan leader came here yesterday.
, seeing that I indulge in drinking and sex all day long, my complexion is not good, and I have neglected my family's martial arts, you specially asked me to practice hard at home today. I wanted to continue to have fun with you, but I never thought, alas..."
At the end of his words, Xue Chengcheng sighed repeatedly, and many of his fellow Jinyiwei colleagues immediately expressed their condolences.
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way, it's more important that the family leader warns me."
"These days, I have been drinking and having fun every day, and my achievements have been wasted. As adults from hundreds of families can set an example, we should reflect on it."
"Master Baihu is really a role model for us. He can examine himself three times every day and conform to the words of the sage. We are ashamed of ourselves."
No one was dissatisfied because of Xue Cheng's rejection. Instead, they all comforted each other. Xue Cheng also put on a disappointed look. His face was still a little unhappy, as if he was a little dissatisfied, but he still sighed after a moment.
"Next time, next time I will definitely have fun with you all."
"That's our luck."
"Next time, I will definitely invite adults from hundreds of households to taste the new Ruyu."
“Definitely next time!”
A group of people left again in a lively manner. They were not dissatisfied at all because of Xue Cheng's disappointing behavior just now. The whole scene was very lively.
After Xue Cheng and others walked away, the regret and dissatisfaction on his face were gone, and he looked a little cold and serious.
He stretched out his hand and took out an evil-proofing talisman from his arms. At some point, the evil-proofing talisman was burning quietly, and half of it had turned into ashes.
There was an evil spirit sneaking up on him just now, peeking at him.
As a member of the Royal Guards, Xue Cheng has never been a bold and careful person, he has always been cautious.
Ever since the Iron Mask Master told him that some people had the ability to control evil spirits and that evil spirits were actively targeting him, he had been carrying these evil-exorcism items with him and put them on him anytime and anywhere, even when he went to listen to music.
With this caution.
After all, even a master-level figure like Blood Sword Hong Ji could encounter the evil blood attack in the Jinyiwei cell.
If the iron-faced master hadn't helped him in the cell, I'm afraid Blood Knife Hong Ji would have turned into a corpse, and even Blood Knife Hong Ji's energy and blood would have been drained, and God knows what a terrifying evil spirit he would have raised.
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"Isn't this over yet?"
Xue Cheng looked serious, not daring to be careless at all, let alone careless in the slightest.
Blood Sword Hong Ji had been recruited, and he was sent here to kill him. He still didn't know how strong the hidden force in the darkness was.
But it is certain that he has become the opponent's life-and-death enemy, and the opponent wants to kill him and then quickly.
He caused the other party to lose more than twenty demons, two top spies, and at the same time, he also caused the other party to lose a black master. This grudge can no longer be resolved.
"Where is the other party hiding? What other back-ups are there?"
Xue Cheng was reflecting in the room. He accidentally tapped the table with his fingers, and heard the clear call of flamingos. He looked up at the flamingo in the cage that was specially used by Jin Yiwei to send messages, and there was another flamingo in the cage.
Some hesitated.
"Shall we send a message home and invite two masters?"
With his current status, especially after the last round of arresting Blood Sword Hong Ji, the reputation of the family has been greatly improved, and he has even become the backbone of this generation of the Xue family.
Of course, the time was too short, and the corresponding resources had not yet been fully allocated, but his status had been improved a lot, and his inheritance rights in the family had also jumped to the forefront.
Many privileges that were previously unimaginable are now open to him. At least now it won't be too difficult for him to mobilize two grandmasters to protect him.
The family is willing to do a lot to help him. After all, every time he asks the family to allocate resources, the family has gained a lot, which also has a strong consolidating effect on his own status.
What's more important is that every time he requested to mobilize corresponding personnel, these personnel were not injured and there were no accidental losses.
You can achieve great success by running here without much risk. This is something that everyone wants and cannot get.
But after thinking about it, Xue Cheng still didn't send the message, and now I don't have a clear idea of what's going on.
He didn't have much information about the other party, so rashly asking two grandmasters to come over to protect him would be a bit too much.
"Or find some people from uncle to help?"
As his thoughts turned, he thought of the other side. He didn't call the Han family in the last round of help. Later, when the three uncles learned about the situation here, they were very dissatisfied.
He even ran over from the family, took one look at him, and scolded him.
Of course, Xue Cheng understands this kind of love and care for Quanquan.
"It's a pity that I don't have the contact information of the Iron Mask Grandmaster, otherwise it would be much better to ask him."
Xue Cheng thought in his heart and couldn't help but miss the Iron Mask Grandmaster.
He has already elevated that person's status to many levels, and he still feels that the other person is unfathomable and difficult to fathom.
After all, people who came from the Taoist Master of Jiangnan West Road, as well as people who were notified by Jinyiwei to compile the "Martial Arts", came to Jinyiwei's prison and learned about the Yuanyue Sword Technique he created from Blood Sword Hong Ji.
After reading the sword manual, everyone was quite surprised.
They all believe that this swordsmanship can be regarded as the best in the world.
Even the compilers of the "Martial Arts" deliberately recorded this top method and took it back to Kyoto to discuss it with a group of people.
Xue Cheng was also very shocked by this. He originally thought that the iron-faced master's statement about creating a top-notch sword art after reading it once and sleeping overnight was a joke.
He thought that the Iron Mask Grandmaster should have already known about this sword technique, and combined it with the most advanced sword techniques of the same type in the martial arts, so he spent a period of time improving it.
Using this sword technique, he broke into Blood Sword Hong Ji's heart and shocked him extremely.
In the end, I didn't expect that what that person said was probably true.
The "Martial Arts" can be said to record all martial arts in the world, and the person who manages the "Martial Arts" on a daily basis has extremely broad knowledge.
As a result, that person had never heard of this sword technique and called it unique and unique.
One can imagine how amazingly talented that person was.
"Hey, is he really just the commander of the Imperial Guard?"
The more Xue Cheng learned, the more he realized that he did not understand the identity of the other Iron Masked Master, and his strength became more and more mysterious, making it more and more difficult for him to understand.
He also carefully inquired about Yang You who joined the Six Sects, and also learned about Yang You's sword skills.
But it was obviously a different kind of sword manual, and it went in a different direction from the Full Moon Scimitar.
There are shadows of the swordsmanship in the military, and at the same time, it can combine with the endless waves of the Yangtze River and borrow the power of heaven and earth, which is also a master-level swordsmanship.
"Is he a top sword master?"
"I've become an obvious target, he should help me, right?"
Xue Chen was not unreasonably experiencing so many things in succession, and being targeted many times by the organization hidden in the darkness. He had already come to his senses.
The other party was not only targeting him, but also the Iron Masked Master who was hiding in the darkness. After all, what he was doing was helping the Iron Masked Master to finish things off.
There is no love without reason in the world, and there is no hatred without reason. The iron-faced master actually chose him and made him a chess piece on the facade, so he tried his best to do it well.
Perhaps the Iron Mask Grandmaster was chosen at random in the beginning, but now he has become a very important chess piece and the focus of attention for both parties. He hopes to get help from the Iron Mask Grandmaster.
As his thoughts turned around, Xue Cheng felt that the wind outside the window suddenly blew a little faster.
He looked up and saw an iron-masked man in a black robe standing in front of his desk at some point.