The bamboo forest reflects the sunset, and the green yarn is dyed with golden light.

A small sedan moved slowly but steadily. The curtains of the sedan were dark red, and the handles were inlaid with rubies. The fire dragon wood that made up the frame of the sedan was also bright red, not to mention the rubies inlaid on the top of the sedan.

Blushing.

Not to mention the elegance and splendor, it looks like a bride's sedan chair.

What's even more amazing is that the two people carrying the sedan chair one behind the other are a pair of old men and women. Their faces are as pale as powder, but they each have a big red flower on their chests. Their steps are steady and they don't look like they are carrying a sedan chair.

, but pulling the coffin.

There was faint laughter coming from the sedan, and a milky voice sounded from the sedan.

"Mom, can we really find daddy this time? Are you lying to me?"

"When we do business, credit is the most important thing. When has mom ever lied to you?"

The spring breeze did not dissipate the residual coldness of the morning, but it blew away pieces of bamboo leaves. The bamboo leaves were like rolling flying knives, slowly and inconspicuously rolling around the sedan chair.

The old man carrying the sedan in front raised his triangular eyes, and his cloudy old eyes became even more cloudy. He grabbed the sedan pole with one hand, and flicked and retracted the other hand. In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed like countless small transparent needles were pricking out.

There was a series of 'puff-puff-puff' sounds as the sedan passed by and fallen leaves fell like rain.

I don't know when, the old lady behind disappeared. The entire sedan was actually not unstable at all. The old man held the sedan stick in one hand, and with the other hand he still had enough room to take out a piece of red paper, and folded it slowly.

, five fingers flew up flexibly, and after a while, he folded a paper rabbit, took out a judge pen with a thick wrist and clicked on the red rabbit eyes, making the rabbit look alive, and then he was satisfied.

He nodded and put the rabbit into the sedan.

"Hehe, thank you, Grandpa Guanjiu."

A look of kindness flashed across the old man's face, and then he said without looking back: "It's a little slow to come."

The old woman happily wiped the mud from her hands and said, "I saw two fresh bamboo shoots on the road. They are very juicy. I am going to give them to my little master. At his age, he needs to eat as much as possible."

"What Grandma Hei said is wrong. My mother said that I gained weight and became unsightly."

"No way, my little master looks good no matter what he looks like."

The little old lady arched her body, carrying the sedan pole on her shoulders, holding two fresh bamboo shoots soaked in mud with one hand, and holding three equally fresh human heads in the other hand. One old and one young were doing their usual business as usual.

"The famous judge Guan Jiu and the leaf-picking witch Hei Hua Niang from Jiudong in the north of the mountain actually work as slaves to their old age. If people on the road hear this, don't laugh it off!"

A fierce look flashed in the old woman's eyes, "I'm so surprised, little master, Gua Nao!"

The soles of his little feet were stamped on the ground, and countless bamboo leaves were stuck everywhere like darts. Bamboo as big as a bowl fell over as soon as it was hit. There was a sound of falling to the ground, and figures kept falling from the top, and then they were stuck into a hornet's nest.

The surrounding swords were slashing horizontally and vertically, and soon, ten thick bamboos were grabbed by men in black. Their eyes showed fierceness, and the tiger's mouth pressed the bamboo joints, making the bamboos like spears, and the wind was harsh, and they were pierced directly into the sedan chair.

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Guan Jiu snorted coldly, his arms turned black, his figure was like a monkey, and he jumped around like a ghost. In three breaths, he rolled around the sedan chair, wrapping his hands when he didn't do anything, hugging when he didn't buckle, and sealing when he didn't.

After wrapping it around in one circle, the ten bamboo poles were rolled into the ribs.

"A big pole is a big weapon, you guys with small poles can't afford it!"

Guan Jiu suddenly exerted his force, and the ten assassins suddenly felt an irresistible force of opening the gate coming towards them. The bamboo energy counterattacked, twisting, twisting, and exploding. The ten bamboo poles immediately collapsed into countless poles and wool, and rolled all the way.

In the past, those who let go in time were only dislocated, while those who failed to let go had their arms ripped off in a flash of blood.

"Don't attack him from the front. That old boy is a boxing master from the Xiaozi Sect. He can open the door with great strength. His ribs and big arms and forearms have already been perfected. Attack him from behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two assassins descended from the sky with swords in hand, and the sword tips penetrated Guan Jiu's back.

Unexpectedly, the little old man sneered, curled up like a cat, lightly scratched the ground with his two palms, and lifted his tailbone, like a civet running through the tree, climbing up the bamboo pole in front of him in twos and twos, and at the same time, he turned over and pinched walnuts.

Generally, their Adam's apples were crushed.

"If Xiaozimen's boxing skills are so easy to break, how can this little old man survive to this day?"

What is Xiaozimen is a small frame, a small elephant. The smaller the frame and the fewer shapes, the faster and more intensive the fist force is. Trying to hit him on the back is as difficult as catching a mouse in the gutter.

As for the little old lady Hei Hua Niang, she was surrounded by four tall men in Tsing Yi who looked the same, dressed the same, and had the same build. They blocked her from the four directions of southeast, northwest, and east. A big man in the east spoke.

"Jiugong Palm's 'Flying Palace Nine Pans' is a unique skill. It is said to be one person with nine faces. In terms of footwork, it can be flexibly changed. It is known as the best in Shanbei Road. However, the real skills of Jiugong Sect have not been retained in this generation of Jiugong Sect's descendants. Instead, they are in the second generation."

Ten years ago, I was secretly learned by a maid from the Gong family——"

A big man in the west spoke next.

"We four brothers swept the Jiugongmen area five years ago, but we didn't see the real thing in boxing. It's a pity."

A big man from the south continued.

"It is said that those in the south are good at defending with four square hands, and those in the north are good at attacking with nine palace steps. We, the four brothers of the Ding family, want to see who is better in this technique and footwork."

These four people are exactly the same no matter what they say, how they look, or even how they look. It's as if one person has eight eyes, eight hands, and eight legs.

Before the fourth son of the Ding family standing to the north could speak, a gloomy and miserable voice sounded from behind.

"No one told you that you should bend your waist and lower your head when talking to the elderly."

The four of them shivered, and the hairs on their backs stood up. Even though the four of them could see in all directions, hear in all directions, and even sense each other, none of them noticed how the old woman appeared behind them.

The palm of his hand penetrated Ding Si's flesh silently.

What's even more weird is that even if no one is carrying the sedan, the luxurious red sedan is still floating forward at a constant speed, and in front of the sedan, there are no less than thirty masked assassins waiting with knives.

"Honggu, you don't stay at your Shanbei Road base camp, but you dare to show up here with only a few men. You know, there are many people who will pay a lot of money to kill you."

The leading assassin clenched his blue sword and stared at the oncoming sedan and the curtain blown open by the breeze. He caught a glimpse of a beautiful and cold face. His heart trembled, but he soon woke up and his murderous intent became even stronger.

Heavy.

"I don't know if your astonishing wealth can buy your life!"

There was a flash of sword light, chopping sounds, screams, and bursts of blood and water all sounded at the same time.

After the bloody flowers bloomed and withered, half of the men in black died tragically on the spot, while the other half knelt on the ground.

The little old man and the little old lady were carrying the sedan, while the leader of the men in black fell to the ground in disbelief.

"So I spent a bigger price to buy your assassin organization."

When the wind blew, a crude, worthless bell tied to the curtain began to jingle.

…

"Miss Qi, there is a saying that horses are smarter than people, so bandits will tie a bell on the horse's tail. If the horse's tail keeps wagging when it's okay, that's probably not a good thing," Qi Long paused, "

Although I gave away my bell, my intuition tells me that nothing good will happen today."

Duan Qiniang was wearing a short game, revealing her wheat-colored forearms. She was slim and tall. She held a hammer in one hand and a sword embryo in the other. She seemed to have learned skills from the old man; but after hearing this, her eyebrows stood up and she thought for a moment.

, calmed down again, deliberately showing a gentle smile.

"Master Qi, do you really want to avenge my grandfather? Do you really want to do such a dangerous thing for me?"

Qi Lung sighed and said: "First of all, it's not that dangerous. I'm at least 90% sure. Secondly, even if a tomb robber steals someone's ancestral tomb, according to the rules, he has to offer incense to someone. That's right.

Revenge is actually just for this reason, it is not for you, and it is not worthy of your commitment."

Duan Qiniang's complexion changed, she threw away the two dozen iron guys, put her hands on her hips and said fiercely: "Fart, that boxing book is obviously a dowry left to me by my second grandfather. You took my family's boxing book and you still don't admit it, you quacks

They are not trustworthy."

Qi Lung patiently said: "The dowry is one thing, but the boxing skills are another. I have learned your boxing skills and can teach them to you again. Without the guidance of a master, your boxing skills are probably really going to be different."

This generation has been lost, I am not stealing your family’s things, I am replenishing your family’s things.”

"Furthermore, the ancestral skill of your Duan family is not blacksmithing. Although women are weak, they can still make some simple weapons after practicing boxing. If it doesn't work, you can learn to make concealed weapons."

Duan Qiniang blocked the door and revealed Tuqiong's dagger: "We, the women of the Duan family, can repay a favor with a small amount of gold and a promise with our own body. If you don't agree to marry me today, don't even think about walking through this door!"

"That makes sense."

Duan Qiniang's eyesight was dazzled, and Qi Lung escaped through the window.

The girl chased him out, but she had long since disappeared, and she stamped her feet angrily.

Master Duan, who was sitting on the threshold smoking a cigarette, smiled and said: "The bandits can't even be caught by the officers and soldiers, but you can catch them? I told you a long time ago that I'll take the medicine and get pregnant first. If you don't like it, now they have hard wings."

I won’t talk to you anymore, what can you do?”

Duan Qiniang angrily stepped on him with her foot.

After the others left, Qi Lung climbed down from the beam and asked in confusion: "Did you inform me?"

"What am I telling you? A woman's intuition is more accurate than that of a horse. I didn't know you were about to leave, so I struggled to the death."

Qi Long smacked his lips: "It seems like this is true. Old man, are you ready? Madam Bai gave me news that the man named Zhao is back."
Chapter completed!