Worry-free palm

Judging from Sheng Chaoge's experience with this pig teammate for several years, this guy's ability to cause trouble is by no means inferior to the young master, so he can provoke such a powerful character. To be honest, the big brother is not very surprised.

But this time Fang Yanxi firmly insisted that it was Yin An and others who bullied him first, but no matter how the elder brother asked, he refused to tell the whole story, and just kept repeating one sentence, is it brother?Yes, just help me get back the explanation.

Although Fang Yanxi is troublesome, he is not a deep-minded person, and he doesn't hold grudges, which makes him have to take revenge, which is definitely not an ordinary grudge.The elder brother didn't ask any more questions, and followed him all the way to the east, and within half a day, he arrived at the site of Wanchatang.

Fang Yanxi straightened his clothes with a serious face, stroked his hair, and drew out his sword pretending to be a knight to look at it.The elder brother watched him perform silently, and thought, if there is a real fight, Yin An can pinch you to death with two fingers, so why do you care about your appearance?

Unexpectedly, the attitude of the people in Wanchatang was so modest and polite, as if they were afraid that the poor hospitality would make Fang Yanxi unhappy.On the contrary, a certain Fang Daxia, who had been clamoring for an explanation, was a little cautious when he arrived at the place, and only kept shouting, let Yin An come out, and he wanted to ask for an explanation.

The third head of the Wansha Hall who entertained the two bowed his hands ninety degrees, and replied cautiously, "The head of the hall is not in the hall now, and it will take some time before he can come back."

"Not here? Where did he go?" Fang Yanxi suddenly eased his shouting expression.

"Uh..." The third master rolled his eyes, thinking of the hall master's guilty expression when he jumped through the window and ran away, he said after deliberating, "I'm sorry, but the hall master always sees the beginning and does not see the tail, and he was still there last night." There was no one in the hall this morning."

Sheng Chaoge raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, "Didn't he run away when he heard that the two of us are coming?"

The third family really wanted to praise him for his sharp eyesight, but his boss still had to take care of his face.

Before he could speak out his excuses against his conscience, someone suddenly cut off his words, "He really has a guilty conscience, and he ran away when he got the news last night."

A white hand opened the partition curtain between the inner hall and the outer hall, and walked out slowly. The man was dressed in a black long gown, with a voice like a bell, and with a good appearance, he looked like a beauty.

When the third master saw him, he immediately grimaced, and when he was about to introduce his identity to the two of them, he was stopped by the man raising his hand, and he seemed to unintentionally straighten the green tassels hanging from his waist , smiling authentically, "My name is Su Lian, and I am Yin An's concubine."

There was a hint of coquettishness in his gestures, and when he said the word "mistress", he even winked ambiguously at the two of them.

Fang Yanxi looked along his hand, and saw a piece of blood jade carved with magpies, his complexion changed drastically, his lips were tightly pursed, he turned around for a while and left without looking back.

Sheng Chaoge's mind is so clear, just looking at his face, he has some calculations in his heart, before leaving, he glanced at the concubine and smiled narrowly.

Su Lian's complexion was as usual, and he pretentiously succumbed to his elder brother, with a perfunctory attitude and delicate movements, which fit his concubine's setting very well.

The face of the third master who was already suffering became even uglier. He looked sadly at someone who was still posing, and said dryly, "This time, if Mr. An treats you again, I don't care..."

The man's movements froze, and then he gave a covert cough, and looked around quickly, "Didn't he run away? He didn't come back so soon."

The two came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Fang Yanxi walked quickly until he reached the boundary of Wansha Hall, and then suddenly stopped, drew his sword and slashed at a tree by the roadside. .

Sheng Chaoge followed him not too far away, and wanted to stop him when he saw this, but seeing his eyes turning red, he simply let him vent.

Fang Yanxi slashed a sword, and he was still not relieved, and then he slashed more than a dozen swords with all his strength. The tree that had suffered innocent disasters was no bigger than the mouth of a bowl, and soon it could not stand his torture. break off.

The canopy of the tree fell sideways, and Fang Yanxi could only take two steps back. The branch inevitably cut his cheek, and the blood rushed along the narrow and long wound, dripping on his white clothes, and in the blink of an eye, large patches red lotus.

There was a sudden wound on the originally exquisite face, but Fang Yanxi didn't care, staring heavily at the sword in his hand, and suddenly turned around and walked towards Sheng Chaoge.

He raised the sword flat and said coldly, "Break it, no, crush it, the more broken the better."

Sheng Chaoge frowned, and looked at the sword in front of him. It was not a magic weapon, but a very ordinary long sword, but it was the first and only sword that Fang Yanxi used when walking the rivers and lakes.When he left the Buddhist temple, the old abbot found it from the storeroom and gave it to him. He named it Chixin, and hoped that he would keep his heart forever.

But now, he wanted to shatter the sword.

Sheng Chaoge shifted his gaze to his face, although there was a lot of blood, it was just a scratch, there was no disastrous appearance of flesh turned out, it would heal within a few days, even a shallow scar might not be left.Putting it on his face at this time, there is no sense of horror and ferocity, on the contrary, it has a two-point cold and hard temperament, a bit like a knight-errant.

Fang Yanxi's eyes were red, but he had calmed down, and raised the sword in his hand a little higher, "Please."

Seeing his firm eyes, Sheng Chaoge knew that he had made up his mind.Fang Yanxi looks soft, but in fact he likes to stick to the horns. It is useless for others to talk about what he has decided, and he can only wait for him to come out by himself.

Therefore, the elder brother didn't bother to persuade him, he used his right palm to slap Chi Xin's sword with sufficient internal energy.His palm was light and seemed to have little strength, but Fang Yanxi's hand holding the sword was instantly paralyzed. Before he could recover, Chi Xin's sword fell to the ground like a pile of scrap iron.

It was just an ordinary iron sword, with inferior materials and craftsmanship, but it carried a heavy sustenance. At this time, it was easily turned into a broken past by Sheng Chaoge's palm, and there was nothing to miss.

He looked down at the pile of broken iron, and he held back his tears, not letting them fall from his eyes.After a long while, he raised his head and bid farewell to Sheng Chaoge, "It's over, I made you a waste of time, and I'll buy you a drink to make amends some other day, so don't let it go."

Sheng Chaoge called him to stop, "Since you don't want to explain, I won't ask any more questions, but don't damage him because of impulsiveness."

With his back turned to him, Fang Yanxi didn't say a word, but waved his hands in a casual manner. Since then, the world has been far away, and he no longer has a heart.

The eldest brother looked down at the iron pieces scattered in the dust, and unconsciously squeezed his fingertips.

Worry-free palm, worry-free palm, is supposed to be a palm technique that relieves people's worries and hardships, but now, it was used by him to shatter the Chixin sword.

It really humiliated his original intentions when he named it.

Raising his hand and whistling, after three breaths, he saw the lazy black horse trotting over unwillingly, Sheng Chaoge turned his head and glanced indifferently at the main altar of Wanchatang hidden in the middle of the mountain, and got on the horse neatly.

After only a few days of separation, on the way back, Sheng Chaoge seldom showed some eagerness. He whipped the horse's whip more urgently than when he came, but fortunately, his black horse just looked lazy, and if it really ran, it would look like a thousand-mile horse , Walking fast all night, half a day's work has been reduced.

That night, the sky was full of stars, the moon was dim, the senior brother rode his horse and galloped on the deserted path, he couldn't help thinking about the situation tomorrow.

If he sees him going back, the young master will definitely jump up excitedly on the spot, maybe he will pounce on him, holding his arm and screaming, maybe the wooden figure is half carved, and he will lift it up. Looking in front of him, he said with a look of begging for praise, "Master! Am I very good? Is this wooden figure exactly like me?"

The milk dog is used to acting like a baby, relying on his cute face, he can do whatever he wants without any scruples, but the person who raises him just likes it, so he can't be cruel no matter what.

But the face will always change, people will always grow up, it is impossible to keep a cute milk dog face forever, just like the one he once raised in Yungong Mountain, when he grows up, no matter how spoiled he is It doesn't make people feel cute anymore, and the feeling of liking suddenly fades away.When I sent it away, I had no nostalgia for it, and I only occasionally remembered its expression when it was young, but I couldn't remember it so clearly.

I still remember the day when the dog was sent down the mountain, he was standing in the courtyard behind Yungong Mountain to practice his palms, and his master Zong Chaoyin came out of the house, rarely surprised, "Why are you here? Da Mao is leaving, you Aren't you going to deliver it?"

Sheng Chaoge asked strangely, "Why do you want to send it?"

Zong Chaoyin was taken aback for a moment, and his brows were slightly raised, "Don't you like Da Mao the most? Do you usually take care of him in every possible way?"

Sheng Chaoge kept clapping his hands, and said flatly, "It's just a dog, what's the big deal."

Master Zong paused, and said with an imperceptible sneer, "That's right."

Thinking of this, the abnormal eagerness in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot, he beat the horse's whip, and seemed to understand why the faint sense of anxiety in his heart these days was born.

He may be a bit addicted to keeping pets.

It's a pity that when the elder brother had made enough mental preparations and opened the door of the inn with a handsome appearance, he found out that the boy had disappeared for two days.

The room was fairly tidy, the young master's luggage was placed on the table, and the wooden figure he had been thinking about lay on the bed, covered with a quilt.

Sheng Chaoge couldn't figure out the train of thought of the milk dog, and didn't understand why the wooden figure had to be covered with a quilt, so he simply took the wooden figure out of the quilt.Some simple patterns can be vaguely seen on the wooden figure, which seems to be an exquisite brocade robe. The wooden figure's face is also very blurred, and the positions of the five sense organs can only be roughly discerned.It seems that in the past few days of his absence, the young master's great career of inscription has not made any substantial progress.

The eldest brother checked the room and found that everything in the room was in good condition, there was no sign of bad guys breaking in, and there was no sign of fighting or struggling. He presumably walked out by himself.He unhurriedly locked the door and went to ask Xiaoer for questioning.

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Not long after the elder brother left, Shen Anran became anxious because of the slow progress of the wooden figure. After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered the owner of the noodle stall back then, and decided to seek advice from someone.

Before leaving, he was worried that he would be careless and lose the precious wooden figurine, so he put it on the bed and went out with only a few pieces of silver.

But when he arrived at the place, he didn't find the small stall. After asking the vendors around, he found out that the man met a wealthy buyer the day before yesterday and bought him a whole stall of gadgets. Now he should be making new doughnuts at home.

Following the road pointed by the vendor, Shen Anran turned around in the alley, and was about to find the man's residence, but bumped into a woman in purple at the turning.The woman ran very fast, the young master was knocked to the ground immediately, the woman didn't fall at first, she just took a few steps back, then she suddenly covered her head, shaking as if she couldn't stand, her footsteps were very swaying.

The young master rubbed his dizzy head, and before he could ask any questions, he saw a row of tall and thick men rushing out from the alley, subdued the purple-clothed woman, and tied her up with a two-finger-thick hemp rope stand up.

The woman in purple said angrily, "You bastards! How dare you drug my aunt! I will cut off your heads and hang them on the tower!"

The leading man spat, tore off the sweat towel hanging from his neck, and stuffed it directly into the woman's mouth.

The woman in purple was so disgusted by the smell of sweat in her mouth that she finally rolled her eyes and passed out.

The world was suddenly quiet.