I'm the best catcher in martial arts

At night, the moon is bright and cloudless.

The moonlight shines in through the thin window paper and shines on Feng Siniang's skin as smooth as satin.

Feng Siniang lay lazily in the water, raising her delicate feet high on the basin, letting the soles of her feet receive the caress of the moonlight, and humming folk songs leisurely.

These feet climbed mountains, waded through water, walked for three days and three nights in a desert that was as hot as a frying pan, and crossed thousands of miles of frozen rivers in the harsh winter.

These feet have kicked thirteen wolves to death, trampled to death one hundred and twenty-six venomous snakes, poked the lifeblood of five flower pickers, and kicked out the title of heroine.

These feet are so delicate and delicate, not even a scar can be found. Even a rich lady who never leaves home may not have such beautiful feet.

The more Feng Siniang looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

She is a person who knows how to enjoy and appreciate, not only appreciating others, but also appreciating herself.

It's a pity that most of her appreciation is self-appreciation. If others want to appreciate her, they will probably try her west wind-like sword skills and her captivating hidden weapons.

"well……"

Feng Siniang sighed softly.

The fifteenth of next month is her birthday.

Feng Siniang doesn't like celebrating birthdays, firstly because July and a half is the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival, and secondly because after this birthday, she will officially turn thirty.

Thirty is the golden age for men, which represents maturity, stability, and a successful career. However, for women, this age is very unfriendly.

Siniang, who is as graceful as the wind, also feels like the remaining chrysanthemums in November, silently withering in the west wind.

Who knows how to appreciate it?

Feng Siniang felt unspeakably lonely.

When I was feeling sad, I suddenly heard a melodious whistle coming from outside. There seemed to be only one person in the world who could blow such a long whistle.

Feng Siniang smiled, put on her clothes, and found Shen Lian sitting on the big rock outside, bathing in the moonlight and enjoying the wine, brewed by Zuo Shi himself.

As the daughter of the god of wine, Zuo Shi is best at making wine, and her skills even surpass those of her father.

Feng Siniang tried to abduct Zuo Shi from Shen's mansion more than once, but failed every time.

Shen Lian smiled and said: "Tonight there is a clear breeze, a bright moon, and a beautiful view. If I stay in the room to sleep, wouldn't it be a great disgrace to the scenery and let down this beautiful night?"

Feng Siniang walked over generously, sat next to Shen Lian, picked up Shen Lian's wine bottle, drank three big gulps in a row, and burped with satisfaction.

"Good wine! Zuo Shi's craftsmanship is really getting better and better, and I really like it more and more."

"Drink more if you like, but don't take advantage of my maid. There are only a few people in my house. If they are kidnapped by you, wouldn't it become an empty house?"

"If you don't want the house to be empty, then marry a wife. With your reputation as Shen Lian, there are eighty or so heroines who want to marry into the Shen family."

"There are three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and I am out investigating cases for three hundred days. The matter of marrying a wife cannot be settled easily. I am not in any hurry about this matter."

Feng Siniang changed the subject: "We are not anxious about marrying a wife for the time being, nor are we anxious about investigating the case?"

Shen Lian yawned: "There is nothing to worry about, senior sister, you have traveled all over the country, have you ever heard of the Qinglong Society, the Power Gang and other hidden forces?"

Feng Siniang murmured: "The Power Gang, I have heard about it in the Miao territory. I have heard the name Qinglonghui, and I know one of its leaders."

Shen Lian was surprised: "Do you know Longtou?"

Feng Siniang nodded: "I heard that she hid three kilograms of meteorite iron there. I wanted to steal it and forge a sword, but she was caught."

"Then what?"

"Then the two of us drank and chatted and became very good friends. The knife I used was cast by a skilled craftsman from her. Do you understand?"

"Understood, I won't ask anymore."

Feng Siniang would never betray a friend.

Since the two have become good friends, it is absolutely impossible to betray each other, but this person can capture Feng Siniang alive and become friends with Feng Siniang...

There are quite a few tricks!

Feng Siniang reminded her: "She is a woman with high martial arts skills and a very high status, but she is also very lonely. She is very cold at high places. The higher she stands, the lonelier she becomes."

Shen Lian sighed: "The higher you stand, the more people are pushing behind you. There is no room for retreat, otherwise everyone will fall into the cliff and be shattered to pieces."

Being able to hold a high position depends not only on one's own abilities, but also on countless helpers behind him.

How can it be so easy to quit?

Wan Junwu's martial arts is not great, and his power is not very great. Why does he have such a high status in the world?

Because he succeeded in washing his hands in a golden basin.

Because he is a fairy tale in the martial arts world!

In this chaotic world, washing hands in the golden basin is a life-saving talisman. At least in the past thirty years, Wan Junwu is the only one who can live a comfortable life after washing hands in the golden basin.

The other people who washed their hands in the golden basin were either killed on the same day, or they surrendered their power and were assassinated.

The enemy would not let go of this perfect opportunity. The disciples and disciples did not want to have a Supreme Emperor on their head. Apart from Wan Junwu, the one with the longest life span was three months.

It was not the leisurely and peaceful March, but the uneasy March when she was poisoned and assassinated, watched her whole family being killed, and hid in the bloody chaos.

It has been more than three years since Wanjun Wu Jinpen washed his hands, but he lived a very lively and happy life. Every day he was either drinking and feasting, riding horses, shooting arrows, or entertaining his grandchildren.

He has no enemies in the world, his disciples and grandchildren are very filial, and his friends are all over the world.

Even Zhao Tianhao, the chief escort of the Zhongyuan Escort Bureau, has been a drinking buddy with him for many years. He once said that among all the escorts in the agency, Wan Junwu has the largest drinking capacity.

Is Wan Junwu really that drunk?

Of course it's impossible!

The most taboo thing about being an escort is alcoholism. Even the chief escorts of the largest escort agencies in the world will not drink while escorting escorts. That is irresponsible for life.

Many experienced escorts who have traveled all over the world will give up drinking for this reason, so as not to be unable to hold back when escorting escorts. There are also some escort agencies that brew unique "escort wine".

Take Dawang Escort Agency in Shanxi, for example. Their escort wine is aged vinegar, which is refreshing and appetizing.

Wan Junwu doesn't drink much, but he drinks a lot every time because he knows how to "spit".

It's very common to vomit after drinking too much. After vomiting, you basically have no appetite and can't continue drinking. Wan Junwu's ability is that he can continue drinking after vomiting.

After drinking and vomiting, relying on this unique cheating method, Wan Junwu's wine table could not be filled with a thousand cups.

Wan Junwu's senior brothers, disciples, and friends all knew his secret. He thought they didn't know, so they pretended not to know and maintained a special tacit understanding.

Therefore, when Wan Junwu used convenience as an excuse to go to the toilet to vomit, absolutely no one followed him.

If someone wants to assassinate someone, this is an excellent opportunity. Di Qinglin has been waiting for this opportunity for half the night, and there is absolutely no way he will miss it.

Di Qinglin wants to kill Wan Junwu.

Is there any grudge between them?

No!

Are there any conflicts of interest between them?

No!

There is neither hatred nor interest, so why kill people? Because Di Qinglin wanted to kill someone.

When Di Qinglin wanted to kill, he would dare to stab someone no matter how difficult it was to kill. When Di Qinglin didn't want to kill, Boss Qinglong couldn't force him.

Di Qinglin is not the leader of the Qinglong Club, he is just doing them a favor at the invitation of the Qinglong Club.

Originally he didn't want to take action tonight, but when he saw Feng Siniang and this woman who was so unfaithful to him, he felt very angry and wanted to kill someone.

Di Qinglin killed many people.

Whenever he feels angry, he kills.

His technique was very sophisticated, and the identity of the Marquis was used as a cover, so it was never revealed.

He is like an invisible killer who comes and goes without a trace. He strikes out with his sword and captures the souls of the dead.

He likes this method of killing, it makes him feel perfect and gives him an indescribable pleasure.

If you can't achieve perfection, if you can't achieve "the perfect crime of genius", there will be no point in taking action.

Di Qinglin had already arrived behind Wan Junwu, and had already taken out a short knife as thin as a cicada's wing. He could kill Wan Junwu silently by stabbing Wan Junwu's vitals lightly.

But he can't stab it!

Di Qinglin heard a shrill whistle, and the smile on his face instantly turned into a cold one, and then turned into a warm smile again when Wan Junwu turned around.

Three changes in one second, flowing clouds and flowing water, this is Di Qinglin's strongest skill, and Shen Lian will never be able to learn it.

Thanks to book friend Hanyan Muyuzuihuanian for the reward