Chapter 14 Enemy's Narrow Road

These two young men in scarlet robes are very handsome, standing in front of Ning Xiaochuan. Among them, a young boy who was staring at him with a smile was none other than Wang Yunchong from Tianxiang Houfu.

Wang Yunchong is the same age as Ning Xiaochuan, and is also sixteen years old this year.

Ning Xiaochuan frowned slightly, stared at Wang Yunchong, and said, "Do I know you?"

"Haha! Ning Bingbing, after you died once, I don't even know my young master? Then you must still remember Yuyan, the silver medal prostitute in Guanyu Tower?" Wang Yunchong didn't expect to meet Ning Bing here. Tuberculosis, I suddenly felt that the road to enemies is really narrow, and this tuberculosis is too unlucky! Ha ha!

Three days ago, in Guanyu Tower, Ning Xiaochuan and Wang Yunchong competed for the silver medal, Le prostitute Yuyan girl, so the two dudes had a dispute. Ning Xiaochuan's physique was weak, and he was knocked to the ground by Wang Yunchong's light palm, which caused fetal disease, and his heart stopped directly and he died.

At that time, Wang Yunchong was scared to death. Fortunately, Ning Han from Jiangehou's Mansion was also there, so a few dudes suppressed the matter together, claiming that Ning Xiaochuan was pissed to death because he failed to compete for the oiran.

However, no one expected that Ning Xiaochuan came back to life and crawled out of the coffin. Wang Yunchong, who heard the news, was so frightened that he didn't sleep well all night. He was afraid that Ning Xiaochuan would tell the story. Then he's going to hell.

Later, news came from Ning Han, claiming that the matter had been suppressed, and even if Ning Xiaochuan went to file a complaint, there would be no result. Only then did Wang Yunchong really feel at ease.

That's why he dared to come up to say hello when he saw Ning Xiaochuan today. By the way, he wanted to see how Ning Xiaochuan went crazy after seeing him.

Anyway, Wang Yunchong wasn't afraid that he would go crazy, he was just a tuberculosis, he could be knocked down with a single slap, the only thing he was worried about was killing him with a slap too hard.

Ning Xiaochuan seemed to understand something, and a name that Ning Xiner mentioned, Wang Yunchong, came to mind. The previous owner of this body seemed to be pissed to death in the brothel by that dandy.

"You are... Wang Yunchong?" Ning Xiaochuan wanted to confirm the other party's identity.

Seeing that Ning Xiaochuan finally remembered himself, Wang Yunchong laughed, "That's right! You finally remembered my young master, Ning Biaochuan. To be honest, I have to say to you, why can't a prince's descendant afford to lose? Isn't it just A girl from a brothel? She was so pissed off right away! It’s fine for her to be weak, but a man’s belly can’t be small!”

Wang Yunchong clearly knew that Ning Xiaochuan was beaten to death by his own palm, but he wanted to say that, deliberately sarcasm him, just to see him go crazy.

However, to his disappointment, Ning Xiaochuan didn't react too much, as if he was listening to something very strange, he just let out a soft "oh" and planned to leave.

Just "oh"?

This was a result that Wang Yunchong couldn't accept, so he quickly stopped him, and said with a sneer, "Ning is sick, I'm afraid Ning Han has already told you the fate of that silver prostitute, right?"

Wang Yunchong knew that Ning Xiaochuan had a good impression of that silver medal prostitute, and also knew that Ning Han was going to kill someone to silence him, so he said that deliberately, and once again stared at the expression on Ning Xiaochuan's face with anticipation.

Forbearance, let me see how long you can bear it?

Although Ning Xiaochuan had a good personality, he couldn't stand Wang Yunchong's repeated provocations. He frowned even deeper and said, "Ning Han! He died yesterday, don't you know?"

"What? Ning Han is dead?" Wang Yunchong's complexion changed drastically, and he took two steps back abruptly, almost falling to the ground with his legs limp.

After a long while, Wang Yunchong stabilized his footsteps, his face improved a little, he laughed loudly, and said, "Scare me? Want to scare me! Haha! Ning is sick and consumptive, I didn't scare you too much. Who would dare to kill me in the imperial city?" A child of the Death Sword Pavilion Marquis Mansion? Can you change the way of scaring me, please scare me! Haha!"

Deacon Hua standing next to him couldn't stand it anymore, his face was extremely gloomy, someone dared to provoke the mind-cultivating master of Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall, and even in front of him as a deacon, this didn't take him seriously at all. !

It's like, a tiger plucks its hair, and a dragon pees on its head!

"Bastard!" Deacon Hua's voice was filled with strong martial arts profound energy, forming circles of faint circular ripples, shaking Wang Shi and Wang Yunchong's entire bodies, as if a sledgehammer had struck them.

Wang Shi is at the ninth level of profound energy, but his face is pale and he is covered in cold sweat.

And Wang Yunchong is just a dude with only the fourth level of profound energy. At this moment, there is a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he is trembling all over. If he hadn't been gently caressed by Wang Shi, he must have collapsed on the ground.

"Master!" Standing next to Deacon Hua, Ning Xiaochuan could feel the powerful wave of profound energy, like a mountain standing beside him, the pressure was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.

As expected of the sixth-ranked deacon in Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall, his cultivation base is unfathomable, definitely surpassing the ninth heaven of profound energy.

Deacon Hua's eyes were full of anger, he stared at Wang Yunchong, and said, "This is the Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall, and the person in front of you is the junior mind-cultivation teacher of our Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall, how can you insult me ​​at will? Come on, Drag me down, break your legs, cut off your tongue."

Two guards wearing red scale armor walked over, with a strong murderous look on their bodies, swish! The crimson war knife was out of its sheath, and the blade was very curved, like two blood moons, emitting a crimson light.

You don't need to guess, these two guards are hated characters who have killed many people, and the swords in their hands must drink blood frequently, so it is possible for them to have such a strong murderous aura!

Wang Yunchong was frightened and knelt on the ground, and said tremblingly: "There is... there is... there is a misunderstanding, there is absolutely... definitely... there is definitely a misunderstanding, he... he is a... waste from Jiange... Jiangehoufu , No...it can't be a mind-cultivator, executive...Master Deacon, you were deceived by him. I just slapped him to death two days ago. He can't even practice martial arts, how could he be a mind-cultivator? ?”

Ning Xiaochuan keenly heard a sentence, didn't the former owner of this body die of anger? How could he say that he was slapped to death?

There must be something hidden in this!

Deacon Hua's face became even more serious, and he said, "It's nonsense, do you think that my eyes are all blind? Can't even tell the difference between a peerless genius and a sick waste? Don't listen to him, dare to go to Jinpeng to nourish your heart Even the descendants of princes and princes will not forgive the palace for causing trouble on purpose. Let it go on!"

Wang Yunchong was so frightened that his legs trembled, and a stream of moist liquid flowed down from his thighs, soaking through the scarlet brocade robe, emitting bursts of unpleasant smell.

Wang Shi didn't expect that the matter would become so big, so he knelt down to plead for mercy. The background of Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall is horrific, and even their Tianxiang Hou Mansion can't afford it. This time, it really hit the iron plate.

"Wait a minute!" Ning Xiaochuan said with a pleasant smile: "Deacon Hua, can you hand over this person to me? I think there may be a misunderstanding in this. I want to have a good talk with him."

Wang Yunchong, who had already been captured by two vicious guards, hurriedly knelt in front of Ning Xiaochuan, kowtowed until his head was broken, and cried, "There is a misunderstanding, there is really a misunderstanding! Ning disease...Brother Ning, Boss Ning, save me, save me, I am innocent, save me!"

Wang Yunchong cried so hard that he almost called out "Godfather Ning" and "Grandpa Ning".

Since the parties said that there might be a misunderstanding, then Deacon Hua couldn't say anything more, so he handed over Wang Yunchong to Ning Xiaochuan to deal with it himself.

In a quiet room in Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall, a incense cauldron was burning inside, and only Ning Xiaochuan and Wang Yunchong were in it.

Ning Xiaochuan was wearing the gown of a junior mind-cultivating teacher, sitting on a large wisteria chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, sipping tea carefully.

Wang Yunchong had been frightened before, but at this moment, he recovered a bit, and knelt on the ground with a "boom", "Brother Ning, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't compete with you for Miss Yuyan, she is yours!" , I knew she was yours a long time ago, you must forgive me this time!"

Ning Xiaochuan put the Jasper tea bowl back on the table and said, "Answer me a question, maybe I can spare you this time."

"Don't talk about one question, there are a hundred questions. If I know, I will answer them all." Wang Yunchong said in fear.

Ning Xiaochuan said: "Now everyone knows that I was pissed to death in Guanyu Tower because I failed to compete for the crown jewel. Why do you say that you beat me to death? Who is covering up the truth?"

As far as Wang Yunchong's virtue is concerned, Ning Xiaochuan doesn't think he can calmly deal with the aftermath after killing someone.

Wang Yunchong said hastily: "It's all Ning Han, it's all Ning Han, he instigated you to compete with me for prostitutes, aroused the conflict between you and me, and then I slapped you to death angrily... I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, I didn't know your body would be so weak...I...I..."

Ning Xiaochuan said: "Okay, okay, I know you were also tricked by Ning Han, you didn't mean it."

Wang Yunchong was so moved that tears filled his eyes. He felt that Ning Xiaochuan was too reasonable, and said, "Actually, there is a big shot behind Ning Han. Without the envoy of that big shot, Ning Han would never dare to plan to kill you."

"Oh! Who is it?" Ning Xiaochuan asked.

"It's Ning Han's father, the fourth master of Jiangehou's mansion, Ning Qianwu." Wang Yunchong hoped that Ning Xiaochuan would let him go, and said righteously: "This Ning Qianwu is an ambitious wolf, knowing that Jiangehou cares for you. Jia, maybe the title of Marquis will be passed on to you in the future, so I want to get rid of you."

Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes, and the figure of Ning Qianwu appeared in his mind. No wonder every time he saw this fourth uncle, he could feel a faint killing intent from him.

"It turned out that he was the one who wanted to kill me behind the scenes! Ning Qianwu is a master of the Jiangehou Mansion, and even Ning Xiner's cultivation is far inferior to him. If he hadn't been worried about the old Hou Ye who was retreating, he might have died sooner or later." Just kill me yourself."

"It seems that Jiangehou Mansion can't stay anymore. Staying in the Hou Mansion is no different from staying in the wolf's lair. Once Ning Qianwu finds out that I have been able to practice martial arts and profound energy, he will definitely get rid of me desperately." .”

Ning Xiaochuan knew that he was practicing martial arts, and he would definitely keep it a secret. Once this matter was exposed, Ning Qianwu might not be the only person who wanted to kill him in Jiangehou's mansion.

If you want to keep concealing it, you can only leave Jiangehou Mansion.

Ning Xiaochuan somewhat regrets using his real identity in Jinpeng Mental Cultivation Hall. He should have used a pseudonym if he knew it earlier.

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