[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

There are endless vendors in the streets and alleys, and the streets are bustling and bustling, vividly showing the prosperity of the capital.

Huamanlou was silent all the way, although he couldn't see, his ears were more sensitive than ordinary people, Zhao Mingyu thought that his Hefangzhai didn't hear anything, but it was not.

It's just that he didn't understand, the little ancestor was young and careless, why did that person think he couldn't hear anything?

If that person is really Jade Rakshasa, what exactly does he want to do?

Few people in the rivers and lakes know that Ximen Chuuxue has a father, and no one knows that Ximen Chuuxue is related to the Western Demon Cult. It has been a while since the news of Yu Luocha's sudden death has been reported in the Western Regions. Together, does Ximen Chuuxue know his plan?

And Lu Xiaofeng, what happened last night was too weird, anyone with a discerning eye knew that Lu Xiaofeng was in the capital recently, and was very busy with the sword competition between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, why did the elders of the Raksha Sect believe that he killed Yu Tianbao for no reason?

Yu Tianbao died in the Central Plains, Yu Luocha didn't react at all, and even smiled when Lu Xiaofeng went to find Ximen Chuuxue, is this normal?

Definitely not normal.

Even if it is an ordinary family, the father will be distraught when he hears that his son has been killed. He wants to find out how his son died. There are rumors outside that Lu Xiaofeng killed Yu Tianbao and robbed the Raksha card. It definitely shouldn't be that bland.

But he just didn't respond.

If he arranged all the things by himself, why did he pour dirty water on Lu Xiaofeng? Didn't he know that Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuuxue were friends?

Hua Manlou couldn't figure it out, and couldn't find a chance to talk to Lu Xiaofeng alone, so he could only temporarily suppress his doubts in his heart.

Lu Xiaofeng noticed that something was wrong with Huamanlou, shook his head and thought about going into details at night, ran to a small stall not far away to buy a package of hot chestnuts, and then returned happily to share.

The six-door yamen is located near the busy city, and you can hear the cries outside when you stand at the door. Seeing that it is time to change shifts, the guards standing guard at the door stand tall and straight, thinking about going to eat after the shift. What.

Until they saw a familiar figure walking towards this side.

The policemen turned pale with fright, looked at each other and hurriedly sent someone inside to report the news, while the rest still stood at the door, not squinting at the door as if they were wooden men, and mustered all their energy to deal with the imminent disaster.

It stands to reason that only Jianghu people who are on duty at the Six Gates have never been worried about being troubled by them, unless it is the little ancestor who claims to be the best in the capital.

When people come to find fault, even the Sanfasi Yamen has to be careful to serve them, not to mention their small six doors.

It's not the first time Lu Xiaofeng came to Six Doors, but he used to come here to get Sikong Zhaixing. Sikong Zhaixing, who is known as the king of stealing kings, was planted in the capital more than once. Such a thing worthy of ridicule, how can he avoid Lu Xiaofeng Woolen cloth?

He had never seen these policemen so nervous when he came here before. The problem was not with him, and it was even less likely that because of Huamanlou, there would be only one little ancestor left.

As expected of a living ancestor held in the palm of the emperor's hands, this is just a ghost.

Lu Daxia rolled his eyes, turned sideways and asked unintentionally, "Ming Yu, do you know about Sikong Zhaixing?"

"I know, King of Stealing Kings, a frequent visitor to Six Doors." Zhao Mingyu curled his lips, obviously familiar with this name, after all, every time that person entered Six Doors, he was the one who let him in, so it's okay if he wasn't familiar with it.

Sikong Jiexing, known as the King of Stealing Kings by people in the Jianghu, is as mysterious as Yu Luocha, but he is a little different from Yu Luocha. The gender of Zhaixing is determined anyway.

But being tall, short, fat, thin and proficient in disguise is not a problem in front of the little prince who has cheats, because no matter what Sikong Zhaoxing's disguise looks like, as long as he doesn't change his name, the little prince will always recognize him.

"As far as I know, Sikong Zhaixing's disguise technique has reached a superb level, how did you recognize him?" Lu Xiaofeng was very curious, he was sure that Sikong Zhaixing was planted on this little ancestor, there was no reason, It's just that there is this feeling, and his feeling has always been very accurate.

"The young master is full of righteousness, even a thief who knows how to hide can't escape the young master's eyes." The young prince raised his chin, pretending that he didn't have a cheat, shaking his head and proudly wanting to fly into the sky.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, when they stepped on the steps, they caught a glimpse of the person who was talking out of the corner of their eyes.

Not far away, a short and unremarkable middle-aged man was leaning on a pole outside the teahouse, admiring the jade pendant he just got in front of the sun.

Zhao Mingyu paused, tilted his head to look for a while, then yelled at the gold ingot guarding the dark place with a smirk, "Catch the thief~"

"Catch the thief?" Hua Manlou also stopped in her tracks, listening to the movement next to her with her ears moving slightly, and then followed Zhao Mingyu's gaze very accurately.

Every time at this time, Zhao Mingyu wondered whether Hua Manlou was really blind, and why there was such a blind person who was not blind. Sometimes he was even more powerful than a person with eyes.

The little prince tiptoed to Hua Manlou's side, stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes twice, saw that those eyes were still dull, then turned around and sighed.

Some people live only to lose their eyes in vain.

Some people are alive, why doesn't he have healthy eyes woooooooo~

Jin Ding had already gained experience in catching Sikong Zhaixing, and sneaked quietly to the side of the teahouse. Sikong Zhaixing was caught off guard, and was tied up by his old friend again.

Happy to hear, happy to see!

No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat. If Sikong Zaixing was so persistent in giving money to the six doors, the Taifu would definitely be so moved that he would cry if he knew about it.

Lu Xiaofeng covered his face with one hand, walked up to Sikong Zaixing while shaking his head, and said with a half smile, "Monkey spirit, long time no see."

"Don't tell me, Brother Lu, didn't we just separate last night?" Sikong Zhaixing was forced to put on a smile on his face, pouted to ask if he could do me a little favor.

He is the king of thieves, a well-known thief, born to be at odds with the police, and I don't know where the little ancestor got the ability to recognize him every time, and throw him to the six doors when we meet. There is no guy in the world who is more exaggerated than him.

It's also because of his self-control, the more he can't go anywhere, the more he wants to go there. He always feels that he has grown a lot recently, and he will definitely not be recognized when we meet again. Isn't his disguise not good enough? Even Lu Xiaofeng can't recognize him. How did the little ancestor recognize it?

"The heavenly secrets must not be leaked, the mountain people have their own clever plans." Zhao Mingyu smiled, showing his small canine teeth, and waved his big hand to let Jin Ding lead the thief to the cell.

"You can't do this to me." Sikong Zhaixing wanted to cry, but he looked at the heartbroken Lu Xiaofeng resentfully, until he was dragged into the six doors, but he couldn't wait for him to change his mind.

Forget it, anyway, this bastard will have to pay to fish him out in two days, and let him pay if he wants to, anyway, it's not me who suffers in the end.

There were only six doors, how could it be possible to lock him, a thief ancestor, he would not go by himself, and had to ask Lu Xiaoji to pay to redeem him.

Hua Manlou stood beside him with a smile. He and Lu Xiaofeng Sikong Zaixing had known each other for a long time, so he knew what the two of them were thinking after a little thought.

They all hope that the other party will be embarrassed, and they are indeed good brothers.

The little prince watched Sikong Zhaixing being taken away, then waved to the policeman at the door familiarly, "Brothers, you have worked hard."

The catchers: "Working for the emperor—no hard work—"

All the loud voices came together, and the entire six doors came alive. Even if they hadn't been notified in time, after hearing their voices, they knew that today was a good day to be chosen by the little ancestor to visit the six doors.

Zhui Ming sat up in shock while dying, and hurriedly pushed his elder brother from the study to the main hall, and then slumped on the chair with his hands on his chest, "I haven't made any mistakes recently, elder brother can't just ignore death. "

If it weren't for being too busy recently, the two guys with iron hands and cold blood are still outside and haven't come back. At this time, all three of them should stand in front of him, so that he can feel at ease.

It's not that he's timid, he's really afraid of being bullied.

The calm and prudent ruthless elder brother turned the wheelchair expressionlessly, "Are you in a hurry?"

Zhui Ming was stunned for a moment, and then nodded hastily, "Yes, yes, senior brother, I am very free now, is there any task that needs to go out, I can, I can, I can."

The elder brother said indifferently, "There are still suspicious points in Pingnan Palace and Baiyun City that have not been clarified. If you are really in a hurry, take someone to the South China Sea."

"Nanhai... isn't it a little far away?" Scratching his head in perplexity, he now has a younger brother to support, and Xi Chao hasn't left him since he came to the capital, so he suddenly knew whether he would cry in the middle of the night if he went to Nanhai ?

However, Xichao is under the care of his uncle and senior brother in the Shenhou Mansion, but he has no one to guard him at the six gates, or... he just ran to the South China Sea?

The chief arrester gritted his teeth and became cruel, clenched his fists and responded, "Brother, Xi Chao, please take care of me at home. I'm leaving right now, and I will definitely investigate the doubtful points clearly."

After finishing speaking, he took a step with his long legs, and the whole person disappeared into the main hall like the wind.

Ruthlessly propped up his face and watched the second idiot run out, can he say that this job was originally prepared for these two idiots, and now that people are sent out in advance, the six gates and Shenhou Mansion are quiet.

Thank you, my lord.

"Ah..." Zhao Mingyu sneezed, pinching his nose and looking around in a daze, always feeling that someone was talking about him, "I haven't done anything bad recently, so who scolded me again?"

A gust of wind blew by, stirring up fallen leaves all over the ground, the little prince looked at the little whirlwind rushing out the door, and muttered that he was not as knowledgeable as a fool.

Lu Xiaofeng was still immersed in the joy of Sikong Zhaixing being planted in the same pit again, and couldn't help pinching his beard after seeing this movement, "Ming Yu, what did you do to the chief arrester, why is he so afraid? you?"

It was like this in Jiangnan before, the life-seeking chief arrester changed his face when he saw the little ancestor, but after looking at their getting along, it didn't look like there was any enmity.

Weird and weird.

"What are you afraid of? I'm afraid that the young master will steal his pocket money?" The young prince shrugged and said in a strange way, "The young master's first sword failed to break on the sword-testing stone, but was taken by that guy to fight with iron. The fist of the hand is harder than anyone else, and in the end the fist of the iron hand was useless for half a month, and the sword of the young master was gone."

It’s okay if you can’t remember it, but you can’t give up if you remember it!

The hatred of killing a sword is like the hatred of taking one's wife, how can one not avenge such a great hatred?