The grass seeks the end of the world

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!The five guarded the door, the front and rear windows, and the roof of the main house respectively.

The guards at the front and rear windows licked their fingertips with their tongues, stained with saliva, and gently punctured the window paper—the wet window paper will not make a sound when it is pierced.

The thin and long bamboo tube was poked in, the bamboo tube was hollow, and a wisp of smoke wafted out.Needless to say, it must be the ecstasy incense.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the room except the sound of breathing.

There were two guards at the door, and one of them took out a thin double-edged dagger from his pocket, inserted the tip of the dagger into the gap between the two doors, and skillfully moved the latch. With a click, the door latch fell off.The man quickly stopped his movements and listened carefully, but there was still no movement.

The other person had already moistened the hinges of the door frame with a small oil pot while his companion was fiddled with the latch, so as to prevent the creaking noise when the door was pushed.

All is ready except for the opportunity.At this time, the two people had the antidote of ecstasy incense in their mouths, they tiptoed to the ground, raised their feet lightly, and filed in one file at a time.

The main room has two entrances, a maid or servant is sleeping on a small couch in the outer room, and the master is sleeping in the inner room.

The person on the couch was breathing steadily, apparently fast asleep.

Don't worry about the little fish and shrimp, the two of them went straight to the inner room.

Two daggers, sharp!

It was dark inside, and the curtains hung low.

The two had worked together for many years, and they had a tacit understanding. They didn't even have to wink. They stretched out their hands from one side to the other—suddenly opened the bed curtain.

At the same time, the dagger is also leaning left and right, and with a mighty force, it slashes down fiercely.

No matter which direction a person sleeps in, these two strokes of simultaneous energy accumulation are enough to poke a person out of four transparent holes!

However, at the moment of lightning and flint, the dagger suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The moves are already old, so they must not stop. Naturally, the two of them didn't stop on purpose.

Their moves have already been blocked.

Not only that, but before they could close their moves and change their moves, a strong twirling force came from the hand holding the dagger, which actually wanted to force the two of them to let go of their weapons!

The two are also masters, they were entangled when they missed a hit, no matter how stupid they were, they knew it was planned, they made a quick decision and didn't want to fight, with a loud howl, Qi Qi shrank back and was about to get out of the fight.

Good idea.

Unfortunately--

Just when they were thinking about getting rid of the fight, the arm of the man on the left was caught, and a fist flew in the face for no reason.I don't know how to aim in the dark, it hit the bridge of the nose, and immediately snot and tears sprayed out.The other party still refused to let go, and flicked his wrist to use his strength to pull it in, crackling three times, five divisions two, and it was tied into a rice dumpling.

On the right side, his brother didn't get any good, he was dragged into the tent on the other side, and he was greeted by a heart-warming foot, which flew out of the tent.The other party took advantage of the trend, and the dagger rushed towards its master and slashed at it.The person who made the shot was quite merciful, he didn't let the blade rush forward, and directly slapped the face with the back of the dagger, and in a blink of an eye, this face was also in a mess.

It was too late to say it, but it was too late, but between the rabbits rising and the falcons falling, both of them were tied up.

The lights outside were on, and the two people on the ground originally hoped that they would sound a warning to escape a few brothers, but they were carried outside, and they saw two guys tied together on the ground.

It's good to be able to escape one... Just thinking about it, there was a "gudong", as if a rain of blood fell from the sky, and something fell together with the rain of blood!

Several people were taken aback, the lantern torches illuminated the courtyard like daytime, and the thing that fell seemed to be a right arm!

In his right hand, he still holds a sharp long sword.

How could they not know that the plan had completely failed?Originally, he wanted to vent his anger on his brother, but in the end... four of them were caught, and one of them escaped and was permanently disabled.

And what about the master?

The master didn't even show his face.The people who captured them were Rentang Situ and five men outside the house, and the punishment hall chief and a deputy inside the house.

Yue Mo didn't stay in the main room after turning off the lights, he just needed to sleep soundly until dawn, and then waited for Si Kou to present the confessions of the four people.

Situ Sikou was assigned such a task. Although it was a bit overkill for them, they both felt very relieved.

——Young master, you finally stopped doing things that put you in danger.

If it is normal, Xiao Shizi will either go into battle himself, or even if he doesn't make a move, he will take the initiative to use it as a bait, then he is willing to use a substitute.Now, even though they are doing whatever they can, it's really easy to let them deal with it after just laying out the situation.

In the early morning, when Suo Shi, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes, he was startled—Huh?What happened to the dagger lying beside the pillow?Ah, there was an assassin last night, and he lied to the assassin by lying on the bed pretending to be a son.

This bed is big enough to sleep three people, he has been lying on the very back, inhaling the ecstasy incense at night, Situ Sikou's moves were sharp and he didn't feel the fight at all.

Luan Shi weighed the dagger, presumably it was the murder weapon left by the assassin.

Hehe, this weapon is pretty good, discuss with the young master if you can leave it for me to defend myself?

Luan Shi wanted to return to his thoughts, so he got up quickly to serve the young master.

When he got to the front, he saw that Yue Mo had already had his breakfast, he was sitting in the living room with a sullen face, and there were two people standing at the bottom, talking about something.Luan Shi didn't dare to interrupt, so he trotted two steps quickly, and went straight to Feifei: "Sister Feifei, I'm sorry, I got up late."

"You were intoxicated by the ecstasy incense last night." Feifei explained, "Hurry up and wash up, and then apply the medicine to the young master and then go on the road."

Situ Sikou is in his thirties, for warriors, between [-] and [-] is the best age.

Heroes are young because they are young, and the peak of the human body is around 25 years old. Regardless of mental or physical strength, once they pass [-], they begin to decline to varying degrees. Only experience is constantly accumulating.

——Since ancient times, a beauty with the same name has not been allowed to see gray hair in the world.

After all, there are only a few people who are old and strong. When people get old, the hidden wounds of their youth will come to them one after another. Even the famous martial arts masters are still human. A 50-year-old person, except for experience and internal strength, cannot be compared with a 30-year-old self, and the same goes for maintenance.

Therefore, the masters of the Blade Hall and the Xing Hall are all middle-aged men.

However, the Yingtang Moutangwutang does not rely mainly on force. The older the master is, the more means he has. As long as his physical strength can keep up, he can continue the task.

Situ Sikou's appearance and body type are all the kind that are difficult to find out when thrown into the crowd. They don't need to be conspicuous, and even said that the less noticeable the better.It is convenient for Liangtang to act secretly if he does not attract attention.Most of those good-looking people were sent outside to scout for information.After all, for those who strike up a conversation, it is naturally much easier to make friends if they are beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

If one were not looking for the characteristics of these two, it would probably be that Situ had a short and neat beard, and his overall personality was quite upright. Si Kou's face was a little pale, and a scarf was wrapped around his neck all the year round.

Luan Shi probed his head, and Yue Mo had seen it earlier. Last night, Luan Shi took the initiative to stand up as a bait. He was really courageous, and his loyalty was not a problem. You can rest assured that you can use it.

The assassin who came last night already understood through interrogation that the person in charge was the guest brought by Si Ying from the Wutang three days ago to discuss business.

Fanlu Villa secretly supervises the martial arts, and another task is to earn money for the country to enrich the treasury.Siying often attracts some potential cooperation guests. Mosquitoes are small but they are meat. Moreover, being able to deploy Fanlu's manpower is like adding a pair of eyes and ears. Naturally, Yuemo should treat him well.

It's just that Yue Mo's current status in contact with the outside world is nothing more than a wealthy businessman.

Originally, the guests didn't necessarily have to meet him directly, but when the Secretary of the Wutang was reporting the recent business status, Yue Mo asked by the way what was new recently, and it happened that Siying and the guest agreed to discuss here.The other party has some backgrounds——the Lieyang Gang, a middle school in Jianghu.

As soon as Yue Mo heard it, he wanted to intervene.

It's not doubting Si Ying, let alone "just in time".

Because the things presented by Ning Zhixia might be involved in the movement of Pingfeng Kingdom, Fang hurried back to Luo City, how could he not send people to investigate the various relationships?

Hearing "Lieyang Gang", "Lieyang Gang and Yindaomen are in-laws" popped into his mind, Yue Mo specially invited him to talk about it.Not only pretending to be domineering, but also secretly arranged follow-up infiltration.

——Yes, what Yuemo does is "fishing".

Very dirty fishing.

From the moment Si Ying threw out the lure, the other party was the bait, and Yue Mo muddied the water. Once the fish bit the bait, all kinds of things would be involved, and Fan Lu would definitely have the last laugh.

The other party saw that Yue Mo was young and a patient, so he felt underestimated. When bargaining, he talked too much, couldn't take it back, and left in a rage.

Who is Si Ying?Who is Yue Mo?The other party's identity and family background have long been known, and he doesn't care about this mantis being used as a cart.Siying Yuemo only took this as a joke, otherwise how could there be such a coincidence?

The arrogant bartender in the tavern, the passers-by "unintentionally" taunted him, and a few "neither salty nor light" words wafted from the flower building where the man and his fellow apprentice brothers often visited, which quickly expanded the unhappiness of the man that night.

Even if this person doesn't want to, there are so many hot-blooded men around him who can be encouraged, which is tolerable or unbearable, and he did it within two days.

The few people who can't be counted this time are all his seniors, and he didn't feel that his fellow disciples were underestimated, so he came here to show his strength and frighten the young wealthy businessman.

They originally planned to cut off a strand of the wealthy businessman's hair like those ancient rangers, saying, "If I can cut off your hair, I can take your head."

The white note with threats written on it was still in the arms of the two men holding the daggers, and they didn't intend to really shout and kill.

It's just that although the idea is very good, the reality is monolithic.

Entering a house at night is either rape or stealing, according to the law of the dynasty - "Whoever enters someone's house at night without a reason can be whipped forty, and the owner kills him immediately." Right, not to mention they met Yue Mo.

As a result, the handle fell into the hands of Yue Mo, and the other party's sect was not just as simple as suffering a loss in the open and in the dark.

Otherwise, with the ability of Rentang, would the three-legged cat be let go for no reason?This is to deliberately leave one person to add obstacles to the sect.

And Wang Xie... can he accept it?

Feifei sneaked a worried look at Yuemo, feeling that the young master, who had become more gentle and cheerful after being seriously injured, became gloomy again after the assassination last night.

The author has something to say: Thank you Zhizhi for throwing a mine~~~~~~~

The cruel difference between ideal and reality... Mr. Little Persimmon has all kinds of brain supplements.

What's the difference between Suo Shi and Pei Hui?Luan Shi is more courageous than Pei Hui.

Impulse is the devil, it is the devil, if you are not impulsive, you will be fine.

Some wax for Lie Yang

After careful consideration, the main text will not be updated tomorrow. The last episode is to thank everyone. The title: "Making Braised Pork in a Reasonable and Alternative Way" has been judged to meet the standards and can be written as a series.

☆, Fanwai: Reasonable and alternative way to make braised pork

Su Dongpo wrote a "pork eating poem"

Pork is good in Huangzhou, but the price is as cheap as dung.The rich don't want to eat it, and the poor don't know how to cook it.Slow fire, less water, he will be beautiful when the fire is full.Get up every day and play a bowl, so full that you don't care about it.

"I'm... pork belly?"

--is true?Is it a dream?A square, red and white piece of meat was reflected in the bronze mirror.

"Yes."

With a sudden jump, what came behind him was also a square piece of red and white meat.

"You too...?" The pork belly trembled slightly.

"Yes."

"Why, why?"

"Well, the purpose of meat is to be eaten, so..."

"Hmm... well. Then why is there a big tub of hot water?"

"Any food should be washed before being put into the pot."

"But the hot water smells so good..."

"By the way, pickled and delicious."

"...Okay...but you're coming in too...!"

"Shouldn't the washed and cured meat be washed or soaked together?"

"Okay... where do you put your hands..."

"The chef washes the meat naturally with his hands. It's better if I wash it for you than you do it yourself. Tsk, this tender meat is smooth and smooth to the touch, isn't it comfortable-hey, hey, what are you doing! "

"...reciprocity."

The heat was dense, and the two square, multi-layered pieces of fresh meat were close together. Although the stew had not yet started, the skins had already stuck together due to being too close together, and the color had changed a little.

"I think... I think... it should be almost there."

"But, I haven't checked whether you have taste..."

"Okay, can I check yours too?"

"We... check each other..."

A kiss so shallow that it couldn't be shallower, lips touching lips, tip of tongue touching tip of tongue.

"Sweet……"

"...Could it be...too much honey?"

"Impossible, I didn't put honey in the tub...the pot at all."

"The water is a bit hot..."

"Didn't you realize that we have already changed the land... pot?"

So hot……

Clear water gradually becomes cloudy.

churning...

The pieces of meat floated and sank in the water, tangled and entangled.

The water surface fluctuated, and some fine white chips floated from time to time, gradually overflowing with fine foam.

"If this continues, the water will boil dry..."

"...the pot will be changed."

"Change……?"

"The last step of braised pork..."

Oil, rock sugar, mixed and heated, become a dark viscous liquid.

When I was immersed in this liquid, my whole body couldn't help but tremble, as if it was on fire.

"I—you—"

"Shh... I know."

It has been a long time since the big mahogany bed was hung with a curtain.

The brocade tent with auspicious cloud patterns of crimson bats shakes occasionally.

A corner of someone's jacket slipped out from the bottom edge of the tent.

The middle clothes were originally clean and ironed, with a scent of medicine.At this time, it was stained with a little trace of pink ointment. If you smell it carefully, there is still a sweet and fragrant smell of roses.

Suddenly the whole bed shook violently, accompanied by a small sound of breathing.

If you listen carefully, there are low laughter.

The foot of the bed began to creak.

After a while, the curtain was opened.

The first thing Wang Xie did when he got out of bed was to find medicine.

Gold sore medicine.

"End of the World..."

"Ok...sorry..."

Yue Mo cautiously sprinkled the powder on the red threads on Wang Xie's back, shoulders, and arms.

Afterwards, staring at Wang Xie, she asked slightly anxiously: "Shall I rub the bruises on your waist for you too?"

"Hmm... am I a little ashamed?" Wang Xie scratched his head.

Yue Mo covered his face: "... I am the one who is ashamed."

"No, no, your waist strength is really good... Oops, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Next time, change the position?" Yue Mo massaged Wang Xie, using his internal strength.

"Okay." Wang Xie agreed.