The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

Another voice thumped his chest and stamped his feet.

"That's enough. Don't be afraid. Things may not be out of control. Now that the court is going downhill and can't take care of itself, there is no time to take care of it so far. Even if it was really done by the court, it must have just sent a chasing patrol. It will not be the army!"

A fourth voice sounded.

"That's right, if you don't do anything, you've offended the court now, and you're doomed to have no turning back. In this case, then kill the other party completely, find him immediately before the other party spreads the news, destroy the body and wipe out the traces, and let him be like that Like an imperial envoy, disappear forever!"

The fifth voice said fiercely.

There was a sudden dead silence in the hall.

The other four shadows stared wide-eyed, trembling a little, looking at the fifth person in disbelief.

"You...you are the imperial envoy of the imperial court?"

"Crazy, are you really crazy?"

The hall was shocked.

The face of the fifth person was cloudy and uncertain, and he said with a hoarse smile: "Don't worry, I didn't do it, but I can guess who did it. Since someone dares to kill an imperial envoy, let's kill a chasing patrol." what?"

The hall fell into silence again.

About half a cup of tea in the past, the sound of broken gongs and drums sounded again, saying: "But how do we find that chasing wind patrol? What is his superficial identity? How should we investigate?"

"As long as you want to investigate, you can always find out. If you don't believe him, you won't be exposed at all. If it doesn't work, you can ask the Bloody Clothes Building to help you adjust!"

said the fifth voice.

Chapter 163 The Demons of Heresy

Time flies, the next morning.

The heavy snow that fell all night finally stopped.

The entire Heixuan City was covered in a vast expanse of whiteness.

The business travelers, gifted scholars, quacks, and traffickers passing by on the street were all wearing thick padded jackets, breathing hard, busy with their own affairs, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted far along the street.

Chen Xuan was still dressed as a young man 'Zhao Tongtian', with a long sword in his hand and a green shirt, he walked around the street, deliberately walked a long way, and finally came to the front of a pork shop.

This pork shop is located in the north of the city, and its business is not good. Early in the morning, the owner of the shop was shivering from the cold, his face was flushed, and he kept clapping his palms. The pork on the chopping board also condensed into ice cubes.

Looking at the business travelers coming and going, the boss kept yelling hard, trying to attract the attention of others as much as possible, but the passers-by were in such a hurry that no one looked over.

Wang Laoliu is 58 this year. Judging from this trend, it is estimated that his health will be completely broken within a few years. By then, without this skill, whether he can survive will be a problem.

But despite this, Wang Laoliu still got up early every morning to sell pork as usual.

While he was yelling vigorously, a young man in green shirt suddenly walked in front of him, with a smile on his face, pure and natural, at first glance, it looked like a clear spring, it was hard to forget.

"How do you sell pork?"

"One penny and two catties, no counter-offering!"

"Sell it for three yuan and four catties?"

"Sell it, definitely sell it."

Wang Laoliu was stunned, and hurriedly said.

"Then I want three catties and four liang of pure lean, three catties of four liang of pure fat, three catties of four liang of pure brittle bone, three catties of four liang of pure big bone, boil it into a pot, and boil it into a beautiful mountain and river!"

Qingshan laughed.

Wang Laoliu's eyes were shocked, and he said, "Young Master, do you want it today?"

"Yes, I'm in a hurry to make the New Year's goods, and I will pick them up at noon. Is it fresh?"

Qingshan asked.

"Fresh, guaranteed fresh, but you have to follow me to the house to get it!"

Wang Laoliu said.

The young man in blue shirt nodded with a smile.

Wang Laoliu immediately led the way, and Chen Xuan quietly followed.

There are three gates in the yard, the walls are covered with snow, and there is a puffing sound when the footsteps step on it.

It wasn't until he entered the last door that Wang Laoliu turned around and closed the courtyard door, and led Chen Xuan all the way to the deepest room. After entering the room, he closed the door again, and then gently pressed his palm on the door. A machine bracket turned up and made a low-pitched sound.

A secret door emerged.

The two entered the secret door one after the other.

Wang Laoliu turned around and carefully closed the secret door again, took a deep breath, bowed solemnly to the ground immediately, and said: "Subordinate Wang Qingshan, I have seen you!"

Chen Xuan sighed lightly and said, "Get up."

Wang Laoliu got up solemnly, looked at Chen Xuan, and sighed: "It's been 30 years, and the headquarters has never looked for me. I thought the headquarters had forgotten about me."

"You have worked hard. The headquarters will never forget what you have done for the headquarters."

Chen Xuan said comfortingly, "I want to contact the headquarters now, are you safe?"

"Don't worry, my lord. I'm absolutely safe. I've been dormant here for 30 years without showing any martial arts. My martial arts were abolished 30 years ago. After I came here, no one has paid attention to me."

Wang Laoliu said.

"Okay, I'm going to write to headquarters now."

Chen Xuan nodded.

Wang Laoliu immediately prepared pens and paper, and Chen Xuan immediately wrote out the news that he had arrived and the things he found out before, and he was still bloody up to now. What a good thing, this guy has done all kinds of evil things, all the forces and beggar gangs in Jiangdong are looking for this guy, if this guy gets everyone involved, it will not be good for anyone, Brother Zheng, I heard that he was still alive in his early years. I have suffered dark losses in your hands, and this time I came here, most of them came from you, so be careful. "

He suddenly looked at the smiling bald monk in the corner.

After Luo Hongyi suffered a big loss under Chen Xuan's hands yesterday, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the more he thought about it, the more resentful he became, so he arrived early today, in order not to provoke the conflict between Chen Xuan and other demons in advance, and let Chen Xuan This is a broken halberd.

He doesn't know about others, but he only knows that this 'Eight Armed Arhat' Zheng Taolun had conflicts with Han Yutian.

As early as seven or eight years ago, Han Yutian once struck Zheng Taolun's lover to death with a palm, and Zheng Taolun frantically chased him down for more than two years. In the end, the two fought in Zaoyang, Dengzhou, and both vomited blood , but at that time Zheng Taolun was obviously slightly better. Although Han Yutian finally escaped, Han Yutian also hid in the rivers and lakes because of this, and he didn't show his face for more than half a year.

This time the leftists gathered secretly, and Zheng Taolun, the 'eight-armed arhat', was also among them.

The bald monk put his hands together with a smile on his face, and said: "Goodness, goodness, whoever goes to hell if I don't go to hell, I haven't seen brother Han for more than five years, it's fate to meet again in Yangzhou !"