There are always so many sexes every day

Are you not angry? "

Song Huanhuan stretched her waist and said with a smile, "What's there to be angry about? Think about it, the big disciples of the Tianshan School are all prostrating under your fancy pants, and these idlers can say whatever they want..."

Jin Huan blushed again, but this time she was ashamed.

Song Huanhuan yawned and leaned her head on Jinhuan's shoulder, feeling so sleepy...

"Little thief, you dare to appear in front of this lady!"

Song Huanhuan's eyes that had just been closed opened a crack, "Who are you?"

The visitor's eyes widened: "You don't even remember Miss Ben? Miss Ben is going to kill you—"

Song Huanhuan felt that it would be even more troublesome if he didn't speak anymore, so he reluctantly opened his eyes and said, "Why should I remember... Ah... I know who you are..."

The visitor was triumphant: "Hmph, you are wise."

Jin Huan poked Song Huanhuan: "Do you really know him?"

"Well," Song Huanhuan nodded, "She is the Jiao Didi that day."

Jin Huan came to a sudden: "So it's her..."

The so-called Yuanjia road is narrow, Song Huanhuan really didn't expect to see that delicate young lady again, there must be trouble again now.

"What Jiao Didi?" Jiao Didi raised her brows upside down: "This lady is the daughter of the head of the Qingjiang School, little thief, why don't you kneel down and apologize."

Although Song Huanhuan doesn't have much ambition, he just can't see anyone talking to him in the tone of "my father is Li Gang". Whenever he encounters such a situation, he can't help but speak viciously: "What kind of air does a Qingjiang sect have?" If you are capable, you will become the daughter of the leader of the martial arts?"

Jiao Didi was furious: "Stinky little thief, how dare you insult my Qingjiang faction? This lady will kill you now—" As she spoke, she drew her sword and attacked Song Huanhuan.

Song Huanhuan threw out the oiled paper bag containing the chicken bones, and Jiao Didi swung his sword to chop it over, without leaning to one side or the other, and the chicken bones were all over it.

Song Huanhuan and Jinhuan couldn't help laughing out loud, even the few people passing by laughed.

"Ahhh—" Jiao Didi was disgusted and shouted: "I must kill you, kill you!"

Song Huanhuan picked his ears: "I didn't expect it to have an automatic echo..."

Jiao Didi was seen as a joke and hated it so much that she swung her sword again and attacked Song Huanhuan.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Huanhuan pulled Jin Huan and started to run. Fortunately, this Jiao Didi did not learn kung fu, so he couldn't cut them down.

After running for a long time, the three of them were also tired. Song Huanhuan was about to stop when Jiao Didi suddenly said, "Senior brother, why did you come here? I was bullied by this little thief..."

Song Huanhuan hurriedly raised her head to look over, and saw the few people she saw that day rushing over, her heart thumped, it was broken...

Jin Huan frowned, and grabbed Song Huanhuan's hand tightly, not letting go.

Song Huanhuan said in a low voice: "I'll yell later and you run away, understand?"

Jin Huan snorted and said, "I don't."

"...a disobedient brat..."

Jiao Didi has a senior brother to help, and she has more confidence, so she said to Song Huanhuan: "If you kneel down and apologize now, I will make your death easier, otherwise hum..."

Song Huanhuan was mean again: "Manly tofu, if you say you don't apologize, you won't apologize."

Jiao Didi became angry: "Senior brother, this thief dares to look down on my Qingjiang sect and bully me, you should kill him quickly to avenge me."

The senior brother glared: "Someone dares to bully my junior sister? I'll avenge you right now."

Song Huanhuan secretly groaned, although this senior brother is not good at martial arts, he is much better than that Jiao Didi, he can't dodge even if he wants to...

Covering Jin Huan on her body and stepping back, Song Huanhuan turned her head around and began to think of a plan.

"stop--"

Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up, the savior came?

"Why is it you again?" When that senior brother looked at him, he felt fear.

Song Huan laughed and said, "Miss Su~"

It was Su Yuqing who came.

Su Yuqing nodded to Song Huanhuan, then looked at Jiao Didi and said: "Forgive me and forgive me. Last time it was you who were wrong. This time he caused trouble, so you two are evened out and leave quickly."

Jiao Didi and the others were terrified of being beaten last time, so they had no choice but to leave in despair this time.

After the crisis was over, Song Huanhuan relaxed, leaned over and said, "Miss Su, long time no see~ I didn't expect you to save my life, thank you."

Su Yuqing smiled and said, "It's a trivial matter, but I didn't expect you to be such a troublemaker."

Song Huanhuan looked up at the sky: "It's really not my fault this time..."

"Really?" Su Yuqing smiled and said nothing.

Song Huanhuan touched his nose, well, it was his cheap mouth that caused the trouble.

Jin Huan thanked Su Yuqing in a low voice, then pulled Song Huanhuan's sleeve and said, "Let's go back quickly, or they will be in a hurry."

"But..." Song Huanhuan looked at Su Yuqing, very embarrassed, the savior is still there, so it's not good to just leave so rashly.

Su Yuqing said: "If you have something to do, you can leave first, and we will meet again later."

Song Huanhuan could only say: "Okay then... I'll treat you to dinner next time..."

As soon as the words fell, Jin Huan suddenly said: "Brother Su, I'm here..."

Song Huanhuan's expression froze, Su Zhaoyou is here?Then Murong Ang should have come out too?

Su Zhaoyou quickly walked over, patted Jin Huan's head and said, "What happened just now?"

Jin Huan shook her head: "No." As she spoke, she glanced at Song Huanhuan, um, it's better not to say anything.

Song Huanhuan raised his eyes and quickly glanced behind Su Zhaoyou, and he saw the gentle smiling Murong Ang.

Hiss—

Song Huanhuan felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and Murong Ang laughed terribly!His ass is about to suffer again, covering his face...

Song Huanhuan, who was stiff all over, rubbed against Murong Ang, smiling obsequiously, before he could speak, Murong Ang said: "Go back and wash it well, how dirty is your body?"

"……Yes……"

"Don't sleep tonight."

"...QAQ..."

Here Song Huanhuan was in pain, and Su Yuqing said to Su Zhaoyou: "Brother, why didn't you go over and see when you came? Dad was still talking about you earlier."

"Hey?" Song Huanhuan blinked. What did he hear just now?

Su Zhaoyou was expressionless: "Well, I'll go there after it's over."

Su Yuqing nodded: "That's fine, I'll go and talk to dad, it's mother's birthday in a few days, since you're off the mountain, go home and have a look."

"I know."

Su Yuqing said: "Okay, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Su Zhaoyou still looked paralyzed, his eyes didn't fluctuate at all.

Song Huanhuan began to suspect that Su Zhaoyou was really Su Yuqing's eldest brother?

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Am I really a shaker?

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Su Zhaoyou has a sister, so if he scolds Su Zhaoyou's sister in the future, it will be Su Yuqing's head of scolding - this is Song Huanhuan's belated thinking.

However, whether Su Zhaoyou has a younger sister has nothing to do with him, so Song Huanhuan pretended to be calm and ignored Murong Ang's meaningful eyes, and went crazy inside, saying that Su Zhaoyou's sister had no relationship with him. !

Because Song Huanhuan refused to change after repeated admonitions, he was punished very severely by Murong Ang. He had a backache, back pain and leg cramps, and he lay on the bed for two days. Contempt and mocking eyes comfort...

Pooh!your sister!

Since Murong Ang went to participate in the martial arts conference under a false name, he naturally had to go to the conference every day, and it lasted for a whole day. Song Huanhuan said from his only experience of showing his face in the martial arts conference that the leaders of various factions are really masters. The brainwashing was carried out in an orderly manner. In modern times, it would be a generation of true masters of deception!

Perhaps it was because Song Huanhuan was too leisurely, and God seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, so a small disaster fell on him.

The cause of the incident was very simple. During the martial arts conference, two people died.

It stands to reason that there is nothing to make a fuss about when a few people die in this arena, but this time it is different, because the people who died were from the Qingjiang faction, and they happened to be that Jiao Didi and her elder brother. Of course, this is not the point , focusing on their cause of death.

It is said that there is no separation between medicine and poison, the medicine king can refine medicine to heal people, and he can also refine poison to kill people, and these two people died under the poison refined by the medicine king.

It's just that Yao Wang is an old senior, so naturally he wouldn't care about two unworthy juniors, so everyone's eyes fell on Song Huanhuan, who was considered by outsiders to be Yao Wang's apprentice.

Therefore, when Song Huanhuan finally got up from the bed and was about to go out to bask in the sun, he was attacked by the Qingjiang faction.

The small courtyard was crowded with people, on one side were the gloomy-faced Shisan and Mr. Mu, and on the other side were several small sects headed by the Qingjiang Sect, many of whom were fishers in troubled waters.

Mr. Mu protected Song Huanhuan behind him, and said in a cold voice: "You said that Ming Huan killed someone, but do you have evidence? Ming Huan has nothing to do with your Qingjiang faction, why did he kill someone?"

One person said: "Who said there is nothing to do? That person was taught by the senior brother for bullying the junior sister, so he must have a grudge, so he waited for an opportunity to kill."

Song Huanhuan poked his head out from behind Mr. Mu, looked carefully at the person who was speaking, and after thinking for a long time, he finally remembered that this person was one of the group of people who were taught by Su Yuqing that day.

Seeing Song Huanhuan showing his head, the man shouted, "Murderer, get out and die—"

Song Huanhuan let out a "bah", retracted her head and shouted: "You really are talking nonsense! That day, it was obviously a group of you who bullied Miss Su and wanted to kill me, and in the end, Miss Su beat the shit out of me. That's a lot. Everyone can see it."

"You, you... spewing blood!"

This person's fighting ability is too bad, Song Huanhuan simply walked out from behind Mr. Mu, and said, "You know who the bloody person is." After a pause, he said coldly: "Since you want to mention it, then I will tell you Enough. A few days ago, we were eating honestly there, and no one messed with me, but your little junior sister insisted on asking me to kneel down and apologize, but I didn't ask her to apologize, so she wanted me to apologize? I would like to ask, is this how your dignified Qingjiang sect educates the younger generation?"

The angry man lowered his head and glanced at the tall and strong man who had been silent all this time.

Song Huanhuan also looked over with his eyes, thought for a while and said, "This is the head of the Qingjiang sect, right? Let me also make it clear to you that I said something bad at the time of the picture, and now I will tell you I'm sorry, but I really can't bear the title of murderer."

Song Huanhuan suddenly became irritable for no reason. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this was a funny farce, but there were still people who insisted on making trouble. There must be a reason for things to happen. Something must have happened...

The head of the Qingjiang faction finally spoke: "I don't need to worry about how my Qingjiang faction educates the younger generation, but if you say that you are not a murderer, I will believe it?"

Song Huanhuan frowned, his pounding heart really made him impatient, and when he was about to refute, he was stopped by Mr. Mu, and then pulled behind him by the little assassin.

Mr. Mu said: "Since you believe what others say that Ming Huan is the murderer, why can't you believe that Ming Huan is not the murderer? It's really ridiculous. Is there some shady conspiracy behind this?"

The person who spoke earlier shouted, "Don't spit blood!"

"To shut up."

The head of the Qingjiang faction warned coldly, the man shivered, and reluctantly shut his mouth.

After reading too many plots and tricks in novels, Song Huanhuan still doesn't appreciate such a small trick, but now Murong Ang and Su Zhaoyou have gone to the martial arts conference, and the medicine king has also gone to the mountain to collect medicine. If there is a fight, even with the covert protection People, they can't take advantage of it.

Song Huanhuan glanced at the sun, and could only hope that Murong Ang would come back soon.

On this side, Song Huanhuan was still distracted, while on the other side Mr. Mu had already started a verbal fight with the head of the Qingjiang faction, and in the end, the poison was naturally involved.

The head of the Qingjiang faction said: "Everyone in the martial arts world knows that only the senior Yao Wang can prepare the poison, but naturally the senior Yao Wang won't make it difficult for two juniors who don't know him, so except for the one behind you who can get in touch with the drug king's poison." Who can obtain the refined poison?"

Mr. Mu couldn't help laughing out loud. Outsiders don't know, but they know it clearly. Although Song Huanhuan said that he learned medicine and poison from the king of medicine, he was so stupid that he didn't learn anything. Not only did he not know how to refine poison, but he even He couldn't tell the difference between poison and medicine. Now that he heard this, he naturally felt ridiculous.

The head of the Qingjiang faction said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Qingzhu hurriedly said: "My young master has been studying for a long time and can't even distinguish a single herbal medicine, so how can he use poison? If young master uses poison, we are afraid that he will poison us..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the yard, and even the head of the Qingjiang School twitched the corners of his mouth.

Song Huanhuan: "..." Qingzhu, are you sure you're trying to save me and not add trouble?Son, let him die...

What Qingzhu said is true, but others don't believe it, and there is nothing they can do about it.

The two sides are at a stalemate, one side is naturally protecting the person, but the other side wants to take the person away to make him confess his guilt.

Seeing that Murong Ang and the others hadn't come back, Song Huanhuan thought that Qingzhu and the others would suffer a loss if they did something, so she wanted to comply with their request.

"I……"

"Hmph, old man, you dare to bully me when I'm not around? I want to see who gave you the courage..." As he spoke, a figure flew in.

Song Huanhuan's eyes lit up: "Senior Medicine King~"

The Medicine King landed beside Song Huanhuan, put the medicine basket full of herbs on him, and said, "Old man, I'm tired, you take it."

Song Huanhuan staggered under the weight, if it wasn't for the support of Qingzhu and the little assassin, she might have fallen down.

The head of the Qingjiang faction took a step forward and said, "Senior Medicine King..."

Yao Wang waved his hand: "Don't say too much, I already know the matter, I don't have the poison here, and I haven't practiced it for more than ten years, so naturally it wasn't this ineffective guy."

Song Huanhuan pouted, do you need to bury him like this? !

The head of the Qingjiang faction said: "Then this poison..."

Yao Wang said: "If you want to live, don't worry about it anymore, pack up the corpses of those two juniors and go back."

The face of the head of the Qingjiang faction changed. Although Yao Wang has a temperamental mood, he is not an unreasonable person. I'm afraid they really can't afford to provoke him now.

The head of the Qingjiang faction sighed, and was about to leave, but the few small sects who came with him refused to follow him, yelling about some medicine to cover up the murderer as a martial arts senior...

Yao Wang stared: "Get lost—"

So, they all rolled away.

Song Huanhuan sighed: "Senior Medicine King, you are so handsome!"

Yao Wang was not in the mood to joke with him, and when everyone entered the room, he said with a serious face: "This poison is only in the hands of the officials now."

With just this one sentence, Mr. Mu understood.

Song Huanhuan frowned: "Seventh Young Master, has he been exposed?" If it's just murder, there's no need to use that poison to plant him. Since the real murderer used such a simple frame and couldn't touch them, it was a warning.

Moreover, the most important point is the official family. Murong Ang's status is not ordinary, and he is also related to the official family, so the meaning is deep and intriguing.

Mr. Mu said: "Seventh Young Master should be coming back soon, we need to think long-term."

Yao Wang suddenly said: "When I came back, I met an acquaintance."

"Oh?" Mr. Mu raised his eyebrows. If Yao Wang said so, he was also an acquaintance of him.

Yao Wang said: "Pulsatilla."

As soon as Yao Wang finished speaking, Song Huanhuan saw Mr. Mu's face change.

Pulsatilla... Who is it?

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Pulsatilla is an old man with white hair, but he is a very powerful old man.

Now many martial arts juniors may not recognize him, but more than 30 years ago, Pulsatilla was a great figure.He killed people like hemp and set off huge waves in the rivers and lakes, making the martial arts panic for a while.Just when martial arts people gathered to encircle and suppress him, news spread that he had retired from the world.

It is a ridiculous thing that Pulsatilla retreats into the world, but it is true, because he has not appeared in the world for more than ten years, and what is more, it is said that Pulsatilla is dead.

Yao Wang is considered to be the same generation as Psyllium, and he thought that Psyllium had retired, but more than ten years later, Psyllium found him and bought a poison from him.

Of course, Yaowang also does business, and this business is very cost-effective, so he sold it.

Then, the poison was used on the thing that made him regret it a long time later.

Pulsatilla participated in the conspiracy against Tianchongjiao 15 years ago. Originally, Yao Wang and Mr. Mu thought he had come out of the world again, but they didn’t expect to find out that he had a connection with Qing Wansheng, the wife of the leader at that time—Pulsatilla , Actually voted for the official family.

Later, Yao Wang and Mr. Mu followed the clues and finally figured out the whereabouts of the pulsatilla.

Pulsatilla aroused the wrath of the martial arts at the beginning, so he hid in the court, but because of his temperament, it was impossible to hide honestly, so if he was not careful, he violated the majesty of the emperor, and was arrested by countless masters .

There are many twists and turns in the middle, Yao Wang and the others didn't figure it out, but they only knew that the Pulsatilla stayed in the court hall, and the court eagle dog sat next to the emperor.

So, this time, he saw both the poison and the person. The matter was already obvious. The officials knew Murong Ang's identity. For some reason, they issued a warning this time, but next time they will be serious.

The story is over.

Song Huanhuan touched his chin and said, "I have a question."

"Say."

Song Huanhuan narrowed his eyes and said: "You said that Pulsatilla is with the Son of Heaven. According to his identity, he should not be able to be a guard, and he is also old, so all he can do is... eunuch..." Saying that, Song Huanhuan Embarrassed: "He became a eunuch?"

Yao Wang and others: "..." Why is his focus here?

Even Song Huanhuan couldn't stand Shisan's convulsions anymore, so she directly opened the door by his collar and threw him out.

Song Huanhuan fell on Qingzhu and the little assassin, together with Huang Ying and Jinhuan, the five unlucky children who were kicked out squatted aside and chattered.

The little assassin poked Song Huanhuan and asked, "What did you just say?" They also wanted to hear the story, but Mr. Mu drove them all out with a cold face. It took a long time for Jiao to stay, but she didn't expect to be thrown out in the end...

Song Huanhuan made a bitter face: "I didn't say anything, but that Pulsatilla is actually an eunuch!" God, he is obviously a master of martial arts, how hard it is to become an eunuch!

All four were surprised: "Huh?"

Jin Huan asked: "Who is that pulsatilla?"

Song Huanhuan shook his head: "I didn't quite understand it. It seems that he was a martial arts master decades ago. He did a lot of bad things and was hated by others."

The little assassin blinked: "It's so strange that a martial arts master actually became a eunuch!"

Song Huanhuan nodded.

The little assassin continued: "Even if you want to be a eunuch, you must first pass on your skills to me, otherwise it would be a waste."

Song Huanhuan: "..." You weren't even born then...

With a sneer, Song Huanhuan said: "Who said that being a eunuch will lose your skills? Let me tell you, there is a secret book of martial arts, which can only be practiced by eunuchs."

The three of Jin Huan's eyes widened, even Huang Ying was very curious: "Is there really such a martial art?"

Song Huanhuan hooked his fingers, and the five of them rubbed together, saying: "I tell you, you are not allowed to speak out, you know?"

Several people nodded wildly.

Song Huanhuan smiled triumphantly, and said in a low voice pretending to be mysterious: "I have heard that there is a secret book in this world called "Sunflower Treasure Book". Can you train it for the eunuch?" Mr. Jin, I'm sorry, I just use it to trick the children casually, please don't mind~

Qingzhu exclaimed: "Is there really such a secret book?"

Song Huanhuan said: "Of course." No...

The little assassin asked: "What was said there?"

"I don't know about that. I just heard about it." Song Huanhuan scratched his head. After reading "Sunflower Treasure", I can use needles very well, but I don't remember anything else.

Seeing that Song Huanhuan really didn't know, everyone stopped asking and started discussing other things.

When Murong Ang and Su Zhaoyou came back, they saw Song Huanhuan and five of them sitting together with all kinds of food in the middle, chatting leisurely.

"I don't know how to deal with this matter..." Jin Huan worried.

Song Huanhuan patted Jin Huan on the shoulder with his oily paws and said, "Don't worry, there will be tall people to support us if the sky falls. We are so short that we won't be crushed."

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows, was he really not suppressed?

Qingzhu said with a loyal face: "Young master, don't worry, I will definitely protect you!"

Song Huanhuan pinched his face: "You are still a child, protect yourself before you talk."

Qingzhu was not convinced: "I have already returned to refining poison, I will definitely be able to protect the young master, otherwise you can ask Brother Xiaobai~"

The little assassin nodded with fruit stuffed in his mouth.

Song Huanhuan was embarrassed, he didn't expect Qingzhu to be so powerful, he still couldn't tell what was poison and what was medicine...

It was too shocking! ! !

Huang Ying was the only one who knew kung fu among these few people, so she was the one who finally found Murong Ang who were standing not far away listening to their nonsense.

Huang Ying hurriedly got up and said, "Seventh Young Master, Su Daxia..."

The remaining four reacted for a while before getting up in a hurry. Song Huanhuan rushed over: "Master Seventh, you are back~"

Murong Ang raised his hand to support him, the corners of his mouth twitched, his hands and face were covered with oil, he was so dirty.

Song Huanhuan pursed her lips, feeling disgusted.

Huang Ying said: "Mr. Mu is in the room."

Murong Ang said "Yes", nodded to Su Zhaoyou, and left with Song Huanhuan in his hand.

Jin Huan was also taken away by the expressionless Su Zhaoyou.

The little assassin held his chin and sighed: "There are only three of us left..."

Huang Ying whispered: "It's for our own good that we don't know a lot of things. It's getting late now. I'm going to cook. You two can help me."

So, the little assassin and Qing Zhu reluctantly followed Huang Ying.

The three of Mr. Mu twitched their lips as they looked at Song Huanhuan who had been brought back again.

Song Huanhuan found a handkerchief and wiped her hands and face, then sat obediently beside Murong Ang.

Before Murong Ang wasn't there, he could pretend that he didn't know anything, but now seeing Murong Ang, all the worries in his heart surged up.

Mr. Mu said everything, and finally said: "Seventh Young Master, what should we do now?"

Murong Ang played with the wrench in his hand, and said: "Uncle Mu, don't worry, meeting someone from the imperial court is what I expected."

Yao Wang said: "How to say?"

Murong Ang said: "The relationship between Tian Chongjiao and the imperial court can't be explained clearly in a few words, so I can know many things early on. The person behind this Qiufeng Villa is the emperor who watched the theater above the imperial court. .”

Yao Wang was stunned: "You mean, this Qiufeng Villa is a spy from the official family in Wulin?"

Murong Ang nodded: "Exactly."

Yao Wang turned cold, this kind of thing is not big or small, in the past, it would not be a big deal for the government to have a spy, but now the spy has recruited most of the people in the martial arts to attack Tianchong Teach, the meaning of this is not as simple as a spy.

Song Huanhuan scratched his head, this time he was very clear, stretched out his hand and tugged at Murong Ang's sleeve, and said, "You mean, the officials want to use the hands of the martial arts people to eradicate Tian Chongjiao, and then we will both lose and the world will lose our vitality." Then there will be a unified siege?"

Murong Ang nodded and said with a smile: "You are really smart."

Song Huanhuan rolled his eyes, he is very smart.

Since even Song Huanhuan can see clearly, Mr. Mu and the others naturally understand, so the matter is now... very urgent.

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Murong Ang is very leisurely, Song Huanhuan is very anxious, and the current state is very consistent with a joke - the emperor is not in a hurry to kill eunuchs.

Song Huanhuan is embarrassed, your sister's eunuch!

There are a lot of things going on now, and Song Huanhuan's mind has become a mess.

But a fool has a foolish way, Song Huanhuan simply scooped up a pen and paper, lay down on the table and began to summarize all the things he knew so far, as long as he figured it out, there would be a solution... Maybe there will be...

First, Qiufeng Mountain Villa is a hidden pile of officials, and now they are going to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers——Song Huanhuan drew a pig's head.

Second, the old eunuch Pulsatilla killed someone and put it on his head. It was really abhorrent-Song Huanhuan drew a big bastard.

Thirdly, the martial arts conference is a pretense to stir up disputes in the martial arts, and the officials end up with the last pot - Song Huanhuan drew a big cake and sprinkled sesame seeds on it.

What else?

Song Huanhuan scratched her head, what else?Why is it that Mao and the others are targeting Tian Chongjiao?

"What are you thinking?" When Murong Ang opened the door and came in, he saw Song Huanhuan in a daze with a pen in his mouth, ink was all over his hands and face.

Song Huanhuan said unconsciously: "Why must Tian Chongjiao be destroyed?"

Murong Ang was taken aback, smiled without saying a word, scooped up the paper in Song Huanhuan's hands, looked at it, and couldn't help being amused, "You... what did you draw?"

Song Huanhuan stretched out his hand and pointed: "Pig head, bastard, sesame cake."

Murong Ang's expression was a little weird, he glanced at Song Huanhuan, and then at the ghost painting talisman in his hand, and said helplessly: "When the matter is resolved, go back and study hard for me to practice calligraphy, and see how it looks like now?"

Song Huanhuan: "..." Why did Mao suddenly get involved in this?It's just that his handwriting is ugly~

Moaning angrily a few times, Song Huanhuan grabbed the stack of papers and stuffed them into his arms, then said, "Do you have a good idea?"

Murong Ang washed the cloth towel and handed it to Song Huanhuan to let him wipe his face clean, then he said, "What can I do?"

"It's the way to deal with them in Qiufeng Mountain Villa. They can't really let them attack Tianchong Mountain." Song Huanhuan licked his face.

Murong Ang said: "You don't need to worry, things..."

Song Huanhuan was a little anxious: "You always tell me not to worry, but you don't tell me anything, how can I not worry?" Murong Ang, you are an asshole!

Murong Ang was obviously taken aback by Song Huanhuan's attitude, and after a while he said: "It's my fault, but you really don't have to worry."

Song Huanhuan sat down a little dejectedly, put her chin on her hands and said, "Okay, I'm not worried, then what can you do?"

Murong Ang said: "Let me ask you, what is the identity of Qiufeng Villa?"

"A spy from the imperial court."

"That's just a secret identity. Qiufeng Villa is now the number one villa in the martial arts world. It is precisely because of his current status that he can order people in the world."

Song Huanhuan swears that he saw the deep contempt on Murong Ang's face.

"If his status is gone, who will listen to his orders?"

Song Huanhuan blinked and understood what Murong Ang meant. He was overjoyed, but after thinking about it, he became worried again: "You said this lightly, but who would believe it?"

Murong Ang pinched his face and said with a smile: "Of course I won't just talk in plain language. They want proofs, so I'll give them proofs."

Seeing Murong Ang's calm and composed appearance, Song Huanhuan felt confident, so she wasn't so worried.

It should be fine...

One day later, rumors suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes that Qiufeng Mountain Villa turned out to be an eagle dog of the imperial court. The purpose of this martial arts conference is to let the righteous way of Wulin compete with the snipe and clam taught by Tianchong, and finally the imperial court will benefit...

Originally, those martial arts people didn't believe it, but the rumor spread more and more widely, and finally it turned out to be a vivid story.

"Snapped--"

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Once there are rivers and lakes, there will inevitably be disputes. Although it is said that the rivers and lakes are the affairs of the rivers and lakes, the officials can't control them, but there are too many affairs in the rivers and lakes. The officials feel uncomfortable when they look at them, and they think about them in their hearts. Thinking that one day the rivers and lakes will be wiped out..."

As soon as the storyteller finished speaking, there was a wave of chaos among the people below.

Song Huanhuan pursed her mouth: "You arranged this person, right?"

Murong Ang stuffed a snack into Song Huanhuan's mouth, but said nothing.

Song Huanhuan swallowed what was in her mouth, and said in a low voice: "If you don't speak, it means yes, but is it useful to say this in the inn?"

Murong Ang smiled and said, "It might have been useless before, but it's not necessarily so now."

"What?"

"Look, who are the people sitting here?"

Song Huanhuan looked around suspiciously. Those who were either holding knives or carrying swords were all from Jiang Hu.

Murong Ang saw that he still had a dazed look on his face, and said again: "The people in this inn are all wanderers, these people are very concerned about this kind of thing, even if they don't believe it, they will half believe it, and I want to Yes, it is their half-belief."

Well, Song Huanhuan compromised. Although Murong Ang had made it very clear, he still didn't know how this matter would develop.

Murong Ang didn't say any more, dropped the money, and left the inn holding Song Huanhuan's hand.

Song Huanhuan thought for a while, and then said: "That pulsatilla knows your identity, what should he do if he tells you?"

"As long as I don't admit it, what can he do?"

Song Huanhuan blinked: "But there must be someone who knows you..."

"Don't worry, the only ones who recognize me now are the pulsatilla and the government. They said, how can others believe it?"

Song Huanhuan came to a sudden: "So you made the first move before they made another move? This is called pre-emptive, pre-emptive, right?"

Although there was something wrong with Song Huanhuan's words, Murong Ang still nodded: "Yes."

Song Huanhuan hummed: "Let them wrong me, this time we must deal with them properly!"

Murong Ang smiled helplessly and shook his head.

The two walked slowly hand in hand, and the atmosphere was rare and warm.

"boom--"

"Crack-knock-"

Song Huanhuan blinked: "Did you hear anything?"

Murong Ang embraced him with one hand, frowning and looked at a big tree several people thick beside him.

"Snapped--"

A black thing fell from the tree, Song Huanhuan reached out to catch it reflexively, this thing... looks familiar~

With a wave of Murong Ang's hand, the things in Song Huanhuan's hand were swept away.

"Don't touch things casually in the future, be careful of poison."

Song Huanhuan was embarrassed, "I know that thing..."

"what?"

Song Huanhuan stretched out his finger and pointed upwards: "There is still someone up there, please save him." No matter who it is, it must be a fellow villager with tears in his eyes...

Murong Ang frowned, but still flew up and captured the man.

Unceremoniously throwing the man on the ground, Song Huanhuan gave Murong Ang a white look, squatted down and turned the man over.

The man's hair was short, his face was tanned, and he rubbed against you again, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He was wearing a thick black coat and he was wearing hiking shoes.

Song Huanhuan scratched his face, looked up at Murong Ang, "Let's save him back."

Murong Ang remained silent.

"I know him."

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows with suspicion.

Song Huanhuan said: "There are a lot of things that I can't talk about right now. I'll tell you everything after this incident is over, okay?"

Murong Ang looked at Song Huanhuan carefully for a long time before he sighed and said, "Forget it, since you want to save him, then take him back."

Song Huanhuan smiled: "I knew you were the best hahaha..."

Murong Ang: "...