Chapter 95: Life Is Lonely Like Snow
"That's Duanmuqing. She actually showed the origin of inheriting martial arts, and what a formidable opponent she encountered."
"Yeah, even if it is separated by a kilometer, the pressure of the martial spirit that existed during the Tianwu Dynasty is still so heavy."
"Hehe, you don't know, right? According to the people who came out of Liushang Pavilion, the one who forced Duanmuqing to reveal the origin of his martial spirit was only a high-grade martial artist, and he seemed to be a foreigner."
"It's impossible. Duanmuqing is in the realm of a great martial artist. Meeting a high-grade martial artist is not like pinching an ant to death. How can the origin of martial arts still be revealed? It is estimated that even martial arts can be used."
"It's true, I came out of Liushang Pavilion. That person is indeed only a high-grade warrior. He first injured Jiang Muheng, took away a sketch of the ruins, and then escaped in Duanmuqing's hands."
The ice crystal phoenix shone with cold light in the sky, soaring above the nine heavens, every corner of Baishui City can be seen clearly, and many warriors are discussing together.
Baishui City, in the Jiang Mansion.
The closed disciple of the Sect Master of Jian Lanzong, Chu Chaoyun looked at the ice crystal phoenix in the sky, the expression on his face changed slightly, and murmured: "Who is it, who can actually force Duanmuqing to reveal the origin of his martial soul."
After he finished speaking, a lightsaber appeared under his feet, took him away into the sky, turned into a sword shadow, chased in the direction of Duanmuqing, and soon disappeared into the sky.
In another wing of the Jiang mansion, Hua Yunfei, the heir of the Hua family, looked at Duanmuqing in the sky with a playful smile on his face, and after Chu Chaoyun flew with his sword, he said, "Interesting, I'd rather Let's see how sacred it is, it has attracted the two geniuses of Dongming."
In the wing room, several elders of the Hua family persuaded: "Sir, we are only here to go to the cave dwelling of the ancient human race, so it's better not to make any waves."
Hua Yunfei smiled lightly and said proudly: "I have a rare martial spirit that the Hua family has rarely seen for thousands of years, and it is destined to rise in this era, and no one can stop it, so what's the fear of such a small wave, you don't follow. "
After he finished speaking, it turned into a blood-red river, rushing into the air, and wherever he passed, it was like a cloud of blood, covering the sky and the sun, and the evil spirits were soaring to the sky.
In the wing of the Duanmu family of the Jiang family, a beautiful woman looked at Duanmuqing in the air and said worriedly, "Second elder, did Miss Duanmu encounter any danger? Should we help solve it?"
The luxurious and imposing second elder with a thousand manners, with a calm face, said softly,
He said lightly: "No, I can't solve such a little trouble. How can I be the princess of our Duanmu family."
At the same time, in the Jiang family hall, Jiang Mingxun, the head of the Jiang family, was quickly making arrangements, "Elder, send someone to the wild forest immediately, no matter how dead or alive I find that person, be sure to give the copy of the ruins to me. I got it, and I must not let the people of the three major forces get it."
"Second elder, you immediately set off to meet the distinguished guest from Nanling. Whether our Jiang family can get a chance this time depends entirely on this distinguished guest."
"Third elders, go to Liushang Pavilion and bring me back that trash Muheng, and give me a month of confinement for him."
For a while in Baishui City, because of Xiao Chen's knife, the undercurrent was surging, and the situation changed.
But no matter how earth-shattering and turbulent the outside world is, Fatty Jin's mood at this time is unshakable sadness. This sadness turned into a river, repeatedly cleansing the fat man's weak heart.
"Young master, stop standing, you have been standing for an hour. If you stand, you will have problems with your body." In the ruins of Liushang Pavilion, a young servant comforted Jin Dabao in sadness.
Although Liushang Pavilion completely collapsed, it did not cause many casualties. The guests on the first and second floors retreated long before the explosion. The warriors on the third and fourth floors were all at a high level of cultivation and collapsed. All jumped out.
The second and the servant in the store are all shrewd people. Not a single one of them ran away when the incident happened, and they showed up after the incident.
"what……"
Just when Fatty was about to start training, a small **** came over, Jin Dabao's heart moved, and he hurriedly looked at the source of the sound.
After pulling away the heavy wooden board, Jin Dabao saw Jiang Muheng who was seriously injured, and Xiao Chen cut a knife on his chest. The wound was very deep, and the internal organs in the chest cavity could already be seen. Flowing out slowly.
The body that was already seriously injured, coupled with the collapse of Liushang Pavilion, Jiang Muheng was almost breathless at this time, and he couldn't stop screaming.
Fatty Jin rolled his eyes, the sadness on his face dissipated, and said to Jiang Muheng with a big smile: "This is not Jiang Gongzi, why do you look like this."
"Save... me..." Jiang Muheng said intermittently, his face pale, extremely weak, and his voice weak.
Jin Dabao put his ears close to him and said loudly, "Young Master Jiang, say something louder, oh, I heard, save you! No problem."
With a smile on his face, Jin Dabao took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, shook it in front of Jiang Muheng, and said, "Young Master Jiang, do you see? This is a top-quality golden sore medicine refined by a seventh-grade alchemist, just put it on your wound. Sprinkle, don't care what kind of injury you have, it can be healed immediately."
"And this medicine has no side effects and will not leave scars. It is definitely the first choice for a handsome young man like you." Fatty Jin stretched out the medicine bottle in front of Jiang Muheng and said seductively.
Jiang Muheng's pale face showed a hint of joy. He stretched out his left hand with difficulty, trying to hold the porcelain bottle in his hand, but Fatty Jin quickly withdrew his hand.
Jiang Muheng's expression of joy disappeared, and he looked at Jin Dabao with doubts, not knowing what was going on.
Jin Dabao's fat face showed an embarrassed look, and said: "Jiang Gongzi, as soon as I saw you, I felt that I was destined. If I gave you this golden sore medicine on weekdays, I would not have any complaints, but today you see this Liushang Pavilion. , turned into a ruin because of you."
"You fat man, my way to get rich is completely cut off, and now the poverty is ringing, doesn't your Jiang family have a commercial street in the west of the city? How about lending it to fat man and I'll reopen Liushang Pavilion, as long as you say a word, this is the best The golden sore medicine will immediately apply it to you with your own hands."
This fat man is really shameless. His Liushang Pavilion is only a restaurant at most, and the annual sales volume in Baishui City is five million taels of silver.
But there are countless shops in the commercial street of Jiang's family. Every year, they can get 20 million taels of silver just by collecting rent.
Jiang Muheng's lips were squirming, and his voice was extremely weak. Jin Dabao put his ears close to him and said loudly, "Young Master Jiang, speak louder, I can't hear you. What are you talking about, you, mother, fuck."
"Damn it." The smile on Fatty's face disappeared immediately after hearing this, and he said with a stern face, "Father Fatty saved your life with kindness and kindness, but he only asked you for a street. You actually scolded Fatty, Fatty. I can't really hurt."
"It's really unpleasant to have a hot face and a cold butt. Let's go, Fat Master, I'll stop here, let's see who dares to come over, the people from your Jiang family are here, and they can't take your people away."
Fatty got up and took a step when his trousers were grabbed by a hand. Jin Dabao had long expected that Jiang Muheng would not be reconciled.
He hurriedly turned around with a smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Jiang, have you changed your mind? The voice is too low, I'm listening, but don't scold Fat Master, I will be angry too."
"Then whoever, hurry up and squat down, Jiang Gongzi has already agreed."
In an instant, all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in Fatty's hand, and a boy squatted on the ground. Fatty took the brush in his mouth very ****, then dipped it in ink and began to scribble wildly.
He drew up the contract and put it under Jiang Muheng's hands. He smiled and said: "Jiang Gongzi, please give me a handprint, and then sign your name. It's a good word. Even if Jiang Gongzi is seriously injured, this word is written with dragon flying and phoenix dancing. It's quite everyone's style. ."
After Jiang Muheng finished signing, Fatty immediately put away the contract, took out the bottle of top-quality golden sore medicine, and slowly sprinkled it on Jiang Muheng's wound.
The painful expression on Jiang Muheng's face gradually eased. He had been on the verge of serious injury, and as soon as his spirit relaxed, he fainted.
"Hahaha, I'm really happy, I lost a gold mine in exchange for a treasure mountain." Fatty Jin laughed wildly while holding the contract.
The servant next to him saw that Fatty really gave Jiang Muzheng the top-grade golden sore medicine, and asked a little puzzled: "Young master, what you just sprinkled on it was really the top-grade golden sore medicine refined by the seventh-grade pharmacist? "
"Yeah, what's the problem."
The young servant said suspiciously, "This is not like your style, Young Master. I thought that Young Master, you just picked up a third-grade potion and just perfunctory it."
Fatty Jin put away the contract again, took the golden folding fan, and slammed the little servant on the head. How many are there in the Daqin Congress, don't they have three streets in the Jiang family?"
"Father, I'll cure him. Next time I'm looking for him, what's the money for the medicine?"
The young man said with admiration: "Young master is really brilliant, this is just putting a long line to catch big fish, why didn't I think of it?"
"In the future, don't ask me about this kind of humiliating IQ question." Fatty said in a pretentious manner.
After he finished speaking, he unfolded the golden folding fan, shook it a few times, raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, looked at the floating clouds in the sky, and said with emotion: "Sometimes, this IQ is too high, which is also a kind of melancholy. Ask the heavens, who can understand me in this world, life is really lonely as snow!"
"Wow!" As soon as Fatty finished speaking, all the servants and shop assistants in the ruins of Liushang Pavilion couldn't help but vomit. ()