Quick Transmigration Xiaogong is not a dog

Tianyi Casino

Qian Jiu asked Yang Er to hand over a plate full of silver taels to Luo Junji: "Master Luo is lucky today."

Luo Junji took the silver and said with a smile, "You're welcome."

Qian Jiu glanced at the hanging curtain on the second floor, and said, "Master Luo will continue?"

Luo Junji was in high spirits, and said, "Of course!"

Qian Jiu sighed in his heart: You are looking for death, but you can't blame me.

in the corner of the second floor

Yan Yan sat behind the curtain, looked at the more and more silver taels on Luo Junji's table, turned around and told Hall Master Jin: "Tell Boss Lin, it's time to start."

Hall Master Jin led the order.

Hall Master Mu looked coldly at the almost crazy joy on Luo Junji's face, and said to Yan Yan: "This subordinate doesn't understand, why didn't the leader just kill that beast with one knife."

Yan Yan said: "Do you know who Luo Junji is?"

Hall Master Mu's eyes were red, he clenched his fist and said, "The murderer who killed Fifth Sister!"

Yan Yan shook his head and nodded again: "He is the current head of the Qingcheng faction. If we rashly kill Luo Junji, the Qingcheng faction will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly in order to save face." After the matter is resolved, he can leave After all, go back to his original world, but these subordinates have to continue to live in this world.He couldn't leave them such a big hidden danger.

"What's more," Yan Yan's eyes were indifferent, "letting a person fall from above the clouds into the abyss and swamp, and then kill him with a knife, wouldn't it be more relieved?"

Yang Er approached Qian Jiu and whispered in his ear: "The boss said, we can start now."

The situation on the gaming table was instantly reversed.

Luo Junji stared at the dice on the table, and said to himself, "This one is still big." He has won more than a dozen dice today, and if he wins one more dice, it will be enough for 1 taels of silver.Since he became the head of the sect, the money embezzled from the sect to help orphans and widows can be made up when he returns today.

When Luo Junji thought of this, the smile on his face became more obvious.

Qian Jiu glanced at him, and slowly opened the bamboo tube: one, two, three, it's the little one.

Luo Junji smiled indifferently: "Come again."

half an hour later

Looking at the three dice on the table, Luo Junji kept trembling his lips: "This is impossible, this is impossible! How can it be possible that more than a dozen dice are small in a row?"

Qian Jiu smiled kindly, but his eyes contained threats: "There are winners and losers on the gambling table, it's perfectly normal. Master Luo, look..."

Luo Junji pushed the last 100 taels of silver piled on the table, gritted his teeth and said, "Come again!"

One, two, three o'clock, still small.

Luo Junji's face was ferocious: "Come again!"

another half hour passed

Luo Junji's eyes popped up: "Come again!"

Qian Jiu looked at Luo Junji's obsessed expression with pity, and reminded: "Master Luo, you have no bargaining chips. Up to now, you have owed the gambling house 3 taels of silver."

Luo Junji suddenly came back to his senses, and his heart skipped a beat: "Why are there so many?"

Qian Jiu held up the IOU in his hand to show him, it was written in black and white, and the signature on it, Luo Junji's three large characters, were exactly his own handwriting.

Luo Junji's legs softened and he fell to the ground.

Three days later, Luo Junji, the head of the Qingcheng sect, was exposed by his younger brother Xing Ming because he sold the ancient books of the sect's internal swordsmanship without authorization, and embezzled the silver taels used by the sect to appease the disciples and their families to repay the gambling debts. endlessly.

Five days later, the elders of the Qingcheng faction unanimously agreed to abolish Luo Junji's position as head and expel him from the sect.

Chou'er Lane is the poorest place in Beijiang City. It is full of low-ranking people who play and perform in the street.

Xiangkou Town God's Temple

Yan Yan pushed open the crumbling dilapidated wooden door, stepped on dead branches and straw, and walked towards the person under the statue of Lord Chenghuang step by step.

This dilapidated temple has been around for some time, and the golden lacquer on the statues has been blown away by someone long ago, and the room is leaking from all sides, only the Lord Chenghuang stands alone in the same place.

Luo Junji curled up, trembling from time to time.It was too cold, and he hadn't eaten for several days. After being expelled from the Qingcheng faction that day, he was severely beaten up by those people who usually looked mean to him.

Among them, there are old women whose sons died but no alimony, orphans and widows whose husbands died but no compensation, who were bullied, and many more people he knew or didn't know.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Luo Junji was overjoyed, followed the pair of exquisitely crafted boots in front of him, and raised his head to look at the person coming.After seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, he was disappointed.

Yan Yan stopped: "Who is head Luo waiting for? Leader Ouyang, owner Liu, or head Li?"

Luo Junji asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Yan Yan stepped on Luo Junji's chest and crushed it.He looked at the other person's painful face, bent down, and said softly: "You really don't know who I am?" He raised his hand to wipe away the disguise on his face, and watched Luo Junji's expression from bewilderment to astonishment with satisfaction, In the end, the frame was frozen in fear, and he said word by word: "I am, an evil spirit from the region."

Luo Junji's complexion was distorted, and he begged for mercy tremblingly while panting: "I didn't kill you back then, it was Liu Changning and Ouyang Yu who succeeded, you go to them. I beg you, Master Feng, you have a lot of adults, please spare the villain A little life."

A strange smell came, Yan Yan looked down, and was speechless: Luo Junji was so scared that he peed his pants.

Yan Yan quickly moved his right foot away in disgust, and said in a cold voice: "Master Mu begged you to spare Fifth Sister's life, why did you tell him?" His voice was as cold as ice, "I'll cut it down 32 Dao, if she can survive, I will spare her."

Yan Yan slowly said: "So, if you can survive 32 knives under the hands of Hall Master Mu, I will spare you."

Luo Junji's eyes turned gray when he heard the words.

As Yan Yan walked outside, he added: "By the way, when I came here, your junior brother specifically begged me to leave you a whole body."

Luo Junji is not a fool, he immediately understood that he was set up by his younger brother Xing Ming, and said furiously: "Xing Ming, you traitor, I, Luo Junji, will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"

Of course Yan Yan did not meet Xing Ming, and of course it was impossible for Xing Ming to tell him that.However, Yan Yan took one last look at Luo Junji, who was full of resentment. He didn't need to know these things.

outside the temple

Yan Yan, Guardian Right, Hall Master Jin, and Hall Master Shui stood in the empty courtyard, listening to the creepy cries of pain inside, from high to low, then from low to high, and finally stopped abruptly.

With a sound of 'squeak', the wooden door was pushed open, and the four of them turned around and looked at the wooden hall master covered in blood.

"Master." Master Mu was relieved, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Yan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder wordlessly: "Just let it go."

Hall Master Mu blinked, his eyeballs, which had been dry for a long time, were finally wet with tears.He nodded fiercely: "Yeah."

Yan Yan waited for Hall Master Mu to calm down before asking, "Where's the thing?"

Hall Master Mu took out two things from his pocket and handed them to Yan Yan: a piece of paper and a piece of white cloth.

Yan Yan glanced at the IOU, moved her fingertips slightly, and the IOU turned into a pile of debris.He uncovered the white cloth, on which were 42 names written in blood.

Yan Yan took a glance, then turned around and handed the white cloth to Hall Master Shui: "Send someone to deliver it to Sect Master Xing, and say that this is Luo Junji's hidden son buried in the Qingcheng faction and plans to make a comeback in the future. He naturally understands what to do. "

Hall Master Shui took it and guessed, "This is..."

Yan Yan nodded: "The disciples of the Qingcheng sect who followed Luo Junji into the Heavenly Prison Sect."

"This," Yan Yan took out a picture from his sleeve and handed it to Hall Master Jin, "put it in Luo Junji's clothes."

"Yes." Hall Master Jin led the order and entered the room.

After Yan Yan explained everything, he raised his head and looked at the sky: "Speed ​​up a little bit, the people from Yujian Villa will be here soon."

There was an uneven path under the feet, and there were khaki walls on both sides. Yan Yan and the others walked along the path to the outside of Beijiang City.

Suddenly, Yan Yan's footsteps stopped, he pointed to the gray corner of the wall and said, "That's it?"

Everyone stared and saw a man in black lying on the corner of the dilapidated alley.

Hall Master Mu took two steps forward and asked Yan Yan for orders: "Let me go and check one or two."

Yan Yan nodded: "Proceed with caution."

Hall Master Mu held his breath, walked cautiously towards the man in black, squatted down slowly, and turned over the man in black who was lying with his back facing him.

"!" Hall Master Mu suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Bai Qi, why is it you?"

Yan Yan and Hall Master Jin glanced at each other, and ordered: "Go and have a look."

Hall Master Mu gently hugged the upper body of the man in black, lifted him up from the ground carefully, brushed away the loose hair on the man's cheeks, turned his head and said to Yan Yan and the others who followed: "It's Zuo Dharma protector." .”

Yan Yan looked, the man's brows were tightly frowned, his mouth was pursed into a straight line, obviously unconscious.

"What's going on?" Yan Yan remembered that when he visited Yujian Villa that night, a familiar black figure ran out from Yujian Villa, but he didn't expect it to be Bai Qi, no wonder he felt familiar at that time.

Hall Master Mu said: "At that time, the leader died... After he disappeared, Ouyang Yu and others imprisoned me, the left and right protectors, elder brother, and third younger brother in the dungeon of Yujian Villa, and wanted to know from us where the holy place of my religion is. Left protector body As the leader's fellow disciple, he is the person most likely to know about the Holy Land. So..."

Yan Yan frowned: "Did they use the punishment?" He remembered the injuries on the bodies of Hall Master Mu and others when he just rescued a few people.

Hall Master Jin interjected: "We didn't suffer much injuries, but Guardian Zuo...he told Ouyang Yu that he is the next generation leader of the Heavenly Prison Sect."

In this way, the criminal law of Ouyang Yu and others will naturally be entertained by Bai Qi.

Yan Yan looked at Bai Qi's pale lips: "How is his injury?"

Hall Master Mu checked briefly, and said in a low voice: "Three ribs are broken, right leg is broken, whip wounds are not counted, and there is blood on the back of the head, it must have been severely injured. The most serious thing is," he paused and became hoarse. Throat said: "The right hand, the tendon of the hand was broken."

Yan Yan froze for a moment, his gaze slowly shifted from Bai Qi's tightly closed eyes to his straight nose, and finally to his tightly closed lips, he couldn't tell what it was like.

For a swordsman, the cruelest thing is not to kill him, but to make him unable to use his sword anymore.

Yes, Bai Qi is a swordsman, a very good swordsman.He came out of the same school as Master Fengyin, and they are both apprentices of the previous leader.The difference is that Feng Yinya is also the only son of the previous leader, while Bai Qi is the orphan picked up by the previous leader Feng Sixiu at the foot of the mountain.

Feng Yinya is a century-old martial arts prodigy. He can learn everything quickly, so he is not limited to weapons. Bai Qi is not so talented. He has a special liking for swordsmanship since he was a child. For more than 20 years, he has only practiced swordsmanship. .Although the two are brothers in name, they have very little communication in private.

Feng Yinya is obsessed with martial arts and is indifferent to other things.Bai Qi is silent by nature, even after living together for many years, the number of times the two of them talk is pitifully seldom.

Yan Yan didn't expect that the one who finally helped Feng Yinya take on the responsibility of being the leader would be such a junior whom he had never cared about.

Hall Master Jin felt disappointed: "That night, Liu Changning took Bai Qi out of the dungeon, and not long after, news of Bai Qi's escape came. We all thought that Bai Qi had returned to Wangqing Cliff, but we didn't expect him With such serious injuries, he didn't even leave Beijiang City."

Yan Yan thought to himself: I don't know how Bai Qi escaped from Liu Changning that night.He withdrew his gaze from Bai Qi's face, and nodded to Hall Master Mu: "This place is not safe, let's leave first."

Kongtong Mountain

Tang Meng's yellow shirt and white horse walked slowly on the official road.She broke a willow branch casually, and lightly lashed the horse's back: "Ma'er, do you think someone is very stupid, this girl invited him to ride a horse, but he didn't come, so he insisted on walking on two legs, you say, two legs One leg, how can you run with four legs, right!"

Song Jing blushed when she heard the words: "Miss Tang, whether a man or a woman can kiss each other."

Tang Meng glanced at him sideways: "Lonely man and widow, what are you doing with me?"

Song Jing stammered, "I'll leave when you return to the Tang Sect smoothly."

Tang Meng sneered: "Rare! You can either get on the horse and come with me, or leave immediately."

Song Jing neither shook his head nor nodded, and followed the horse silently.

Tang Meng was so angry that she raised her hand and slammed the horse's back.The horse was in pain and ran away.

Seeing this, Song Jing raised his lightness kung fu and speeded up accordingly.

Yan Yan was sitting in a tea shop at the foot of the mountain, opposite him was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.The boy's name is Xia Ze, and he is the son of Xia Yi, the former leader of the Kongtong School.

Yan Yan picked up the teacup, gently blown away the tea leaves on the water surface, leaned close to the rim of the cup, and took a sip of the tea.In the next 400 centuries, tea is one of the rare folk material cultural heritages that has been preserved, and it is also one of the few beverages that can rival coffee.

The Yan family is an authentic Chinese family. From Dad Yan to Xiaomei Yan, the whole family loves tea for 10 minutes.

Xia Ze, who was sitting opposite Yan Yan, didn't have the patience to drink tea. From time to time, he poked his head out to look up the official road: "Mr. Yan, which miracle doctor are you talking about, and when will he arrive?"

The sound of horse's hooves came from a distance, Yan Yan looked at the yellow figure on the horse, put down the teacup and chuckled, "Here we come."