The two young men in scarlet robes and brocade robes were both very handsome, standing in front of Ning Xiaochuan. Among them, a younger boy was staring at him with a smile. It was Wang Yunchong of Tianxiang Hou Mansion.
Wang Yunchong and Ning Xiaochuan are of the same age and are also sixteen years old this year.
Ning Xiaochuan frowned slightly, stared at Wang Yunchong, and said, "Do I know you?"
"Haha! Ning Bingzhu. Didn't you even recognize me after you died once? Then you must still remember Miss Yuyan, the silver medal prostitute in Guanyulou, right?" Wang Yunchong did not expect to meet Ning Bing here.
Tuberculosis, I suddenly felt that there were really enemies in the road, and this tuberculosis person was so unlucky! Haha!
Three days ago, at Guanyulou, Ning Xiaochuan and Wang Yunchong competed for the silver medal of the prostitute Yu Yan. Therefore, the two dudes had a dispute. Ning Xiaochuan was weak and was knocked to the ground by Wang Yunchong with a light palm, causing the fetus.
Disease, immediate cardiac arrest and death.
At that time, Wang Yunchong was frightened to death. Fortunately, Ning Han from the Jiangehou Mansion was also on the scene, so several dandies suppressed the matter together, claiming that Ning Xiaochuan was angry to death because he failed to compete for the oiran.
However, no one expected that Ning Xiaochuan came to life again and crawled out of the coffin. Wang Yunchong, who learned the news, was so frightened that he could not sleep well all night, for fear that Ning Xiaochuan would tell the story.
Then he will be in bad luck.
Later, news came from Ning Han, claiming that the matter had been suppressed, and even if Ning Xiaochuan complained, there would be no results. Only then did Wang Yunchong truly feel at ease.
Therefore, when he saw Ning Xiaochuan today, he dared to come up and say hello. He also wanted to see how Ning Xiaochuan went crazy after seeing him.
Anyway, Wang Yunchong was not afraid that he would go crazy. He was just a consumptive person and could be knocked to the ground with one slap. The only thing he was worried about was that he would be slapped to death with too much force.
Ning Xiaochuan seemed to understand something, and a name mentioned by Ning Xiner came to mind. Wang Yunchong, the previous owner of this body seemed to be the one who was so angry that he died in the brothel.
"Are you... Wang Yunchong?" Ning Xiaochuan wanted to confirm the other party's identity.
Wang Yunchong laughed when he saw that Ning Xiaochuan finally remembered him, "That's right! Ning Bingzhi, you finally remembered me. To be honest, I have to tell you, how can a descendant of a prince not be able to lose? Isn't that right?
A brothel girl? She was immediately pissed off! It’s okay to be weak, but a man’s belly cannot be small!”
Wang Yunchong knew clearly that Ning Xiaochuan was beaten to death by his own palm, but he still said this, deliberately sarcastic, just to see him go crazy.
However, what disappointed him was that Ning Xiaochuan didn't react much, as if he was listening to something very strange. He just said "oh" softly and planned to leave.
Just said "oh"?
This was a result Wang Yunchong could not accept. He quickly stopped him and sneered: "Ning Bingzong, I'm afraid Ning Han has already told you the fate of that silver-medal prostitute, right?"
Wang Yunchong knew that Ning Xiaochuan had a crush on that silver prostitute, and also knew that Ning Han wanted to kill someone and silence him, so he said this deliberately and stared at the expression on Ning Xiaochuan's face again with an expectant look.
Bear it, let me see how long you can bear it?
Although Ning Xiaochuan has a good character, he cannot withstand Wang Yunchong's repeated provocations. He frowned deeper and said, "Ning Han! He died yesterday, didn't you know?"
"What? Ning Han is dead?" Wang Yunchong's expression changed drastically, he took two steps back suddenly, and almost fell to the ground with his legs weak.
After a long while, Wang Yunchong steadied his steps, his face improved slightly, he laughed, and said: "Scaring me? You want to scare me! Haha! Ning sick with tuberculosis, I am not the one to be scared\uff0
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cWho dares to kill the children of Jiangehou Mansion in the imperial city? Can you try another way to scare me? Please scare me! Haha!"
Deacon Hua, who was standing next to him, couldn't stand it. His face was extremely gloomy. Someone dared to provoke the mind-cultivating master of Jinpeng's Heart-Cultivation Hall, and in front of him, the deacon. This clearly did not take him seriously.
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It's like plucking hair from a tiger and peeing on the top of a dragon's head!
"Bastard!" Deacon Hua's voice was filled with strong martial arts profound energy, forming circles of faint circular ripples. The shock made Wang Shi and Wang Yunchong tremble, as if a sledgehammer had hit them.
Wang Shi was at the ninth level of Xuan Qi, but his face was pale and he was sweating coldly.
Wang Yunchong was just a playboy, with only the fourth level of profound energy. At this moment, there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was shaking. If he hadn't been gently caressed by Wang Shi, he would have collapsed on the ground.
"Master!" Ning Xiaochuan stood next to Deacon Hua and could feel the powerful waves of profound energy, just like a huge mountain standing next to him. The momentum was so overwhelming that it was difficult to breathe.
He is worthy of being the sixth-ranked deacon of Jinpeng Yangxin Palace. His cultivation is unfathomable and will definitely surpass the ninth level of Xuan Qi.
Deacon Hua's eyes were full of anger, he stared at Wang Yunchong and said: "This is the Jinpeng Heart Cultivation Hall, and the person in front of you is the junior mind nourisher of our Jinpeng Heart Cultivation Hall. How can a kid like you just insult him at will? Come here,
Drag me down, break your legs, and cut out your tongue."
Two guards wearing red scale armor came over, carrying a strong murderous aura, swish! The red sword was unsheathed, and the blade was very curved, like two blood moons, emitting crimson light.
You don't need to guess to know that these two guards are both hateful characters who have killed many people. The swords in their hands definitely drink blood frequently, which is why they have such strong murderous aura!
Wang Yunchong was frightened and fell to his knees on the ground, and said tremblingly: "There is... there is... there is a misunderstanding, absolutely... absolutely... there is definitely a misunderstanding, he... he is a... trash from Jiange... Jiange Hou Mansion.
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bHeart Master, Executive... Mr. Executive, you were deceived by him. I just slapped him to death two days ago. He can't even practice martial arts, how can he be a spiritual master?"
Ning Xiaochuan heard a sentence keenly. Wasn't the former owner of this body angry to death? How could he say that he slapped him to death?
There must be something hidden in this!
Deacon Hua's face became even darker and he said: "That's nonsense. Do you think that these deacon's eyes are all blind? Can't even tell the difference between a peerless genius and a tuberculosis waste? Don't listen to him, dare to go to Jinpeng to nourish your heart.
If the palace deliberately causes trouble, even the descendants of princes will not be able to forgive it. Just drag it down!"
Wang Yunchong was so frightened that his legs trembled, and a stream of moist liquid flowed down his thighs, soaking through his scarlet brocade robe, exuding an unpleasant smell.
Wang Shi didn't expect that the matter would become such a big deal, and he knelt down to plead for mercy. The background of Jinpeng Yangxin Palace was so terrifying that even their Tianxiang Hou Mansion couldn't afford to offend him. This time, he really hit an iron plate.
"Wait a minute!" Ning Xiaochuan said with a smile: "Deacon Hua, can you hand this person over to me? I think there may be a misunderstanding and I want to have a good talk with him."
Wang Yunchong, who had been captured by two fierce guards, quickly knelt in front of Ning Xiaochuan, kowtowed repeatedly until his head was broken, and cried: "There is a misunderstanding, there really is a misunderstanding! Ning Bing...Brother Ning,
Boss Ning, save me, save me, I am innocent, save me!"
Wang Yunchong cried so hard that he almost called out "Godfather Ning" and "Grandpa Ning".
Since the parties involved said there might be a misunderstanding, it was natural that Deacon Hua could not say anything more, so he left Wang Yunchong to Ning Xiaochuan to handle it himself.
In a quiet room in Jinpeng Yangxin Hall, an incense cauldron was burning, and only Ning Xiaochuan and Wang Yunchong were inside.
Ning Xiaochuan was wearing a junior mind-nurturing master's robe, sitting on a big rattan chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and sipping the tea carefully.
Wang Yunchong had been frightened to death before. At this moment, he recovered a little and knelt on the ground with a bang, "Brother Ning, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't compete with you for the beautiful girl, she is yours."
, I knew she was yours a long time ago, you must spare me this time!"
Ning Xiaochuan put the jasper tea bowl back on the table and said, "Answer me a question, and I might be able to spare you this time."
"Don't mention one question, there are a hundred questions. If I know them, I will answer them all." Wang Yunchong said in fear.
Ning Xiaochuan said: "Now everyone knows that I was angry to death in Guanyu Tower because I failed to compete for the courtesan. Why do you say that you beat me to death with one palm? Who is covering up the truth?"
With Wang Yunchong's virtue, Ning Xiaochuan didn't think that he could calmly handle the aftermath after killing someone.
Wang Yunchong said quickly: "It's all Ning Han, it's all Ning Han. He instigated you to compete with me for prostitutes, which aroused conflicts between you and me. Then I slapped you to death in anger... I didn't mean it.
I really didn’t mean it, and I didn’t know your body could be so weak...I...I..."
Ning Xiaochuan said: "Okay, okay, I know you were also plotted by Ning Han. You didn't mean it."
Wang Yunchong was moved to tears. He felt that Ning Xiaochuan was too reasonable, and said: "Actually, there is a big shot behind Ning Han. Without that big shot's mastermind, Ning Han would never dare to plan to kill you."
"Oh! Who is it?" Ning Xiaochuan said.
"That's Ning Han's father, Ning Qianwu, the fourth master of Jiangehou Mansion." Wang Yunchong hoped that Ning Xiaochuan would let him go, and said righteously: "This Ning Qianwu is a wolf with ambition. I know that Jiangehou cares for you.
Plus, the position of Marquis may be passed on to you in the future, so I want to get rid of you."
Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes, and the figure of Ning Qianwu appeared in his mind. No wonder every time he saw this fourth uncle, he could feel a faint murderous intention exuding from him.
"It turns out that he was the one who wanted to kill me behind the scenes! Ning Qianwu is a master of the Jiange Hou Mansion, and even Ning Xiner's cultivation is far inferior to him. If he hadn't been worried about the old Marquis who was in retreat, he might have
He took action to kill me personally."
"It seems that I can no longer stay in the Jiange Marquis Mansion. Staying in the Marquis Mansion is no different from staying in the Wolf's Lair. Once Ning Qianwu discovers that I have been able to practice martial arts, he will definitely get rid of me at all costs.
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Ning Xiaochuan knew that he was practicing martial arts and would definitely hide it for a long time. Once this matter was exposed, Ning Qianwu might not be the only one who wanted to kill him in Jiangehou Mansion.
If you want to continue hiding it, you have no choice but to leave Jiangehou Mansion.
Ning Xiaochuan regretted using his real identity in Jinpeng Yangxin Hall. He should have used a pseudonym if he had known earlier. In short, his experience was still too shallow, and his understanding of the dangers of this world was not deep enough.
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