Nightwatcher

It was not easy for Mr. Liu and others. After Miss Rongrong was taken away, the young chivalrous men headed by Mr. Liu immediately returned to the inn and told the ins and outs of the matter to their elders.

After discussing with the elders, they didn't immediately come to beat up the important person in the yamen, but mobilized their own connections and left the official relationship first.

Knowing that they were taken away by the beaters, those "connections" who had a high status in the capital showed embarrassment, but they reluctantly agreed to the heavy begging.

But when they found out that the arrester was Xu Qi'an, their faces changed drastically, and they shouted: "It can't be done, it can't be done!"

I just spent the whole afternoon here, and the next day I had to bite the bullet and visit the policeman's yamen, hoping that the notorious Yin Gong would show his noble hand.

Miss Rongrong's master is a middle-aged beautiful woman who still has charm, with a round face and a certain style, and she was also a charming beauty when she was young.

She was full of worries, knowing the virtues of men in the world, and after one night, she didn't know what kind of torture Rongrong suffered

It's not bad to lose your virginity, but I'm afraid it's a greedy man, locked in a deep house compound as a plaything, that is the tragedy of a woman.

Mr. Liu's master is a steady middle-aged swordsman, the biggest feature is the deep law lines, and Zhan Zhan's eyes.

The eyes of the two elders met, and they both saw worry and helplessness in each other's eyes.

In the yamen where there are so many master fighters, even if he is an unruly martial artist, he can only restrain his temper and shrink his minions.

Anxious for a quarter of an hour, until a young man wearing a silver gong uniform with a distinctive saber hanging from his waist stepped across the threshold and came to the side hall.

"Which of you is Miss Rong Rong's master?" Xu Qi'an swept across the crowd and spoke first.

The middle-aged beautiful woman stood up and saluted, "It's old."

Auntie is humble, with this figure and appearance, how could she be old? Xu Qi'an nodded and said: "I have already found out what happened, the one who stole my magic weapon was not Rong Rong, but Ge Xiaojing, a thousand-faced female thief.

"Now the criminal has been arrested, Miss Rongrong, you can take it away."

Hearing this, the two elders were relieved, and the young heroes and female heroes who accompanied them were also full of surprises.

However, compared to the experienced elders, their minds are simpler, and there is no luck in the hearts of the two elders, and Rong Rong may have died.

But it is very rare for the other party to let him go after a night of flirting, so he can only consider himself unlucky.

"Thank you, my lord!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman said gratefully.

While speaking, Miss Rongrong entered the side hall under the leadership of the officials.

She was emotionally stable, and she called out "Master" in surprise, neither weeping with joy, nor hanging herself after crying.

The middle-aged beautiful woman saw it in her eyes, she remained calm, and just said: "It's all right, this lord knows everything, and he didn't wrong you."

Rongrong saluted gracefully, and said sweetly: "Thank you, Mr. Xu."

The middle-aged swordsman coughed, cupped his fists and said, "Then, we won't stay any longer."

After speaking, a stack of banknotes slipped out of his sleeve and placed on the coffee table.

"Take the bank notes away." Xu Qi'an said flatly.

He didn't have the nerve to ask for it, after all, Rong Rong, the ecstasy hand, neither caused trouble nor stole, it was purely a misunderstanding.

The middle-aged swordsman couldn't believe it, looked at Xu Qi'an with some surprise, and clasped his fists again: "Thank you, my lord."

The group of quacks left immediately, just as they stepped out of the threshold of the side hall, they heard Xu Qi'an say from behind: "Wait!"

The middle-aged swordsman paused, a little disdainful, but also a little relieved, how can there be an official who doesn't love money.

He turned around, took out the bank note from his sleeve, and was about to hand it in again, but what he saw was Xu Qi'an spreading out a piece of rice paper on the table, writing a book with a pen.

After finishing writing, he dipped his thumb in Mozi again and pressed a fingerprint.

Everyone looked at him in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

"I don't like to owe others anything. I chopped off a magic weapon from this kid yesterday. You take this IOU and go to Sitianjian to find Song Qing. He will compensate me with a magic weapon." Xu Qi'an trembled. Wrist, rice paper flew towards the middle-aged swordsman.

The middle-aged swordsman took it, took his leave and left.

A group of people left the watchman's yamen, the beautiful woman held Rong Rong's hand and said nothing, but a young man finally came back to his senses, and tentatively said with some worry:

"Rongrong, he, did he bully you last night?"

The young heroes were stunned for a moment, then they all came to their senses and stared at Rong Rong.

The middle-aged swordsman scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Although both he and the beautiful woman expected Rongrong to lose her virginity, they have deliberately not mentioned it. Although they are children of the world, fame is just as important.

"He didn't do anything to me. I stayed alone in the guard's wing." Rongrong shook her head and explained, "It's just that the quilt smells a bit bad."

After one night, she was not as worried and worried as she was at the beginning, and she knew that Yin Luo was a gentleman.

Now that the topic has been discussed, the beautiful woman no longer hides it, and said suspiciously: "I didn't bully you, so why did he arrest you?"

"Master Xu's treasure was indeed stolen. It was Ge Xiaojing who stole his treasure, and the reason why he arrested me to the Yamen was because Ge Xiaojing disguised himself as me to commit crimes, so there was a misunderstanding." Rong Rong explain.

it makes sense

The beautiful woman frowned and said, "Why did Ge Xiaojing pretend to look like you?"

Rongrong said bitterly: "The day before yesterday I was drinking in a restaurant with brother Liu and others, and someone named her and said a few words to her, the female thief with a thousand faces is a low-ranking girl who only specializes in thieves, how can she be worthy of being with me?" say.

"Presumably those words reached her ears, and she disguised herself as me to steal and take revenge."

"There is such a thing." Mr. Liu and others nodded.

Then the context of the matter is very clear, that Yin Luo is also the victim, and the arrest of Rongrong is completely a misunderstanding, and it is definitely not a womanizer who abused his power.

The young heroes breathed a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged swordsman nodded and said: "I just handed him the bank note, but he didn't want it. It's good to be young and energetic, and you still have righteousness in your heart."

His voice was full of appreciation.

Mr. Liu thought for a while, and said, "Then, it's about Master's magic weapon."

The middle-aged swordsman glanced at his apprentice, shook his head and laughed: "In the capital, Si Tianjian is still ranked above the guards. Although Yinluo's status is not low, but with only a piece of paper, Si Tianjian can send out the law. device, the Arabian Nights."

Mr. Liu couldn't hide his disappointment: "Then he still..."

The middle-aged swordsman chuckled and said, "Young people are all good-looking, so we don't have to take it seriously."

The middle-aged beautiful woman rolled her eyes and suggested: "If you have nothing to do, let's go to Sitianjian, and take the children to see the tallest building in Dafeng."

"Fine."

Holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, Xu Qi'an came out of the dungeon. He had just finished interrogating Ge Xiaojing, and asked her the secret of the technique of "crossing the sea without the sky".

"This female snitch is quite talented. If you keep her first, she will definitely be useful in the future. Heh, steal my magic weapon. I will not only pluck your wool, but also drive you to be a cow and a horse in the future. Of course, I will let you eat grass." of."

The Chunfeng Hall is still under construction, and its entrance is also being repaired. Currently, it belongs to Yingong without an office, so we can only go to the Jinyu Hall in Minshan for a visit.

When he came to the side hall, he ordered the officials to serve hot tea. He flipped through the yellowed ancient books and read them with relish.

Robber's door oh no, the disguise of the thief's door is indeed miraculous. Unlike ordinary disguises, it does not make a lifelike human skin mask.

Instead, it directly changes the appearance. The method is to make a special potion and apply it to the face for half a stick of incense, so that the flesh and blood on the face will become hot and "melt". Then cooperate with the unique method of promoting Qi to change the facial features.

The effect lasts for twelve hours.

Of course, you can also take the initiative to restore.

Warriors in the copper skin and iron bone realm need three times the amount of potion, and the face soaking time will be extended by a quarter of an hour. There is no way, the skin is too thick.

"The most difficult part of this secret art is that I have to observe carefully and practice repeatedly. Just like painting, junior players have to start by copying, while senior painters can freely play, and they can perfectly copy the characters with just one glance. down.

"It's a craft that requires hard work. The people I'm most familiar with are the second uncle and Erlang. The second uncle is the elder, so let's start with Erlang."

An official stepped over the threshold and said respectfully, "Master Xu, Mr. Wei is here to invite you."

Tea room on the seventh floor.

Wei Yuan stood by the desk, holding a pen, his eyes fixed, and he concentrated on drawing.

Without raising his head, Wei Yuan continued to describe, saying, "Have you offended anyone recently?"

Xu Qi'an said: "Following you, there is no way you can't offend others. I can't count the number of enemies."

Wei Yuan said "hmm": "With this awareness, the achievements in the future will never be low."

After a pause, he said, "The sixth grade you brought back yesterday was taken away this morning. Think about it again, did you offend anyone?"

Xu Qi'an said helplessly: "I just couldn't remember, that's why I brought that guy back, why did you let him go again?"

He is blaming Wei Yuan.

In Da Gengren's yamen, there are only two people who dare to talk to Wei Yuan like this, one of them is jealous, and the other is Xu Qi'an.

Wei Yuan didn't speak any more, the tip of the pen slowly sketched on the paper, finally, he put down the pen and let out a long sigh of relief: "The drawing is finished."

"What is Wei Gong's painting?" Xu Qi'an quickly approached.

On the picture scroll is a beautiful woman in a palace costume, wearing a gorgeous dress, wearing a lot of jewelry on her head, and holding a small light fan in her slender hand.

She has an indescribable beauty, not from the facial features, but from the charm.

Xu Qi'an confirmed that she was not the queen, so she became bolder and asked: "This sister is so beautiful, does she have a betrothed husband's family? Does Duke Wei know her? She doesn't have a wife yet in a humble position."

Wei Yuan shook his head regretfully: "No one in the world can draw her beauty, and neither can I."

In the end, he didn't say who the woman in the painting was, let alone mention the offending matter, and waved Xu Qi'an out of Haoqi Building.

The ecstasy hand Rong Rong and his group arrived at the square below the Star Observation Tower, and were once again shocked by the tallest building in Dafeng.

Before this, everyone had watched from a distance, and it really towered into the sky, straight into the sky.

After watching it up close, I realized that the majestic and majestic bank of this high-rise building is the foundation protruding from the ground, which is as high as a two-story building.

And the bricks and stones that form the foundation are bigger than a carriage.

Standing in front of this tall building, one realizes how small one is.

"Master, let's go in." Mr. Liu swallowed quietly.

"Go in?"

The middle-aged swordsman glanced back at his apprentice, shook his head and said, "Master, you can go in alone, you wait outside. Entering this Sitianjian is not as easy as entering the inner palace."

Since he was holding the idea of ​​"trying it out", then let him do the embarrassing thing alone. Moreover, losing face alone means not losing face, and letting the juniors follow and see it is the real shame.

The middle-aged swordsman straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and walked up the long white marble steps.

"Senior Hua" looked at the master's back, and Mr. Liu asked the middle-aged beautiful woman beside him: "Can my master get a magic weapon?"

He was still not reconciled, the Seven Star Sword was considered a high-ranking magic weapon in the Mo Pavilion, but now that it was destroyed, he would definitely be punished after returning to the sect.

The most important thing is that it is impossible for him to obtain another magic weapon.

And the name of Si Tianjian is known to everyone, and every quack is eager to get a magic weapon produced by Si Tianjian.

Under the great temptation, even if you know the hope is slim, you are still willing to daydream.

"Do you know why your master said that the note was a cover-up for young people to save face, and told you not to expect it." The beautiful woman asked back.

Including Mr. Liu, a group of juniors shook their heads.

"Because that Song Qing is the direct disciple of Lord Jianzheng, and his status in the Dafeng Jianghu is no less than that of the emperor's prince. Do you understand?"

I understand, so the note from the young Yingong is really just a cover-up, how could he be able to instigate the prince of the world with a mere note.

On the other side, the middle-aged swordsman climbed the steps built of white marble and entered the first floor, the hall where the nine-rank physicians gathered.

A strong aroma of medicine came out, and the white-clothed warlocks were busy, some cooking herbs, some imitating the shape of herbs, and some sorting and sorting.

"Who are you?" A warlock in white came up to him.

The middle-aged swordsman quickly lowered his head, clasped his fists, and said respectfully, "Yang Yubin from Moge, Xiajianzhou."

In Moge, Jianzhou, I have never heard of a white-clothed sorcerer waving his hand: "Just tell me what's the matter."

"I want to see Song Qing. This was given to me by a silver gong surnamed Xu from the Daganmen Yamen." The middle-aged swordsman took out the note and humbly presented it.

If Mr. Liu saw his master's current appearance, he must be in a complicated mood. The master often punched them juniors hard, but in front of a doctor with little cultivation, he was obedient.

The white-clothed warlock took the note, unfolded it, and immediately looked extremely serious, before leaving a sentence: Wait here a moment!

Hurry upstairs.

The middle-aged swordsman was taken aback for a moment, the other party's reaction was beyond his expectation.

No, this piece can really be exchanged for a magic weapon? how can that be possible.

But soon, the warlock in white who had just gone upstairs returned, and what he was carrying perfectly answered the middle-aged swordsman's question.

It was an unremarkable sword without a gorgeous fringe, and the scabbard and hilt were not inlaid with gold leaf or jade pieces.

Simple and unpretentious.

"Give!"

The warlock in white stretched out his hand, and when the middle-aged swordsman took it in a hurry, he went back to his own business.

It's time for me to go too. The middle-aged swordsman didn't have time to look at the sword, hugged it in his arms, and silently exited the Sitianjian.

"Master has come out." Mr. Liu said pleasantly.

"Also, do you really have a magic weapon?" Rongrong saw a middle-aged swordsman holding a sword in his arms.

The middle-aged swordsman came in front of everyone, glanced at the magic weapon in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's leave here."

The beautiful woman nodded, but her gaze remained on the simple-looking sword.

After walking for a while, the Star Observatory behind them got farther and farther away. When they reached a secluded place, the middle-aged swordsman stopped and examined the sword in his arms.

"Master, hurry up, take a look." Mr. Liu's heart was burning hot, even more excited than seeing the stunning beauty lying on the bed.

The middle-aged swordsman grasped the hilt of his sword and pulled it out slowly. A bright sword light shone into everyone's eyes, making them close their eyes subconsciously.

This sword is four feet long, the body of the sword is born with cloud patterns, and the blade exudes bursts of cold and sharp air. When you lightly touch it with your fingertips, the blood will be torn open by the sword air immediately.

"The sword qi is self-generated, it is the sword qi that is self-generated"

The middle-aged swordsman's hands trembled excitedly, and his eyes were frenzied: "A top-grade magic weapon, even the Qiushuihan of our Moge master is far from being able to compare with this sword."

Bang bang, bang bang Young Master Liu heard his own violent heartbeat.

The sword qi is self-generated, and it is a first-class magic weapon in the Jianghu.

"Master, show me quickly, show me quickly." Mr. Liu stretched out his hand to grab it.

"Snapped!"

The middle-aged swordsman slapped him away, and he was stunned after the slap. This was a completely instinctive reaction, as if the sword belonged to his wife, and outsiders were not allowed to prosecute it.

"Master, why did you hit me?" Mr. Liu said aggrievedly.

The middle-aged swordsman thought for a while, and said earnestly: "This sword is a first-class magical weapon, and it is not a good thing for you to say that a man is innocent and guilty.

"Master Wei has just made a difficult decision. For the time being, I will keep this sword in my custody and let me bear the risk. I will return this sword to you after you have reached a great level of cultivation.

"Okay, I have made up my mind as a teacher, so you don't need to say any more. Of course, to make up for you, I will give you this beloved sword. This sword has been with you for twenty years, just like your wife. Generally, you have to cherish it.”

"" Mr. Liu had a resentful expression on his face.

Xu Qi'an didn't see this scene, otherwise he would have sympathized with Mr. Liu, remembering that his parents kept away countless red envelopes and pocket money for the same reason when he was a child, and lost more than one billion yuan.

"Then Mr. Xu, what is your identity?" Miss Rongrong murmured.

No one could answer her this question. Everyone fell silent, and they didn't know what they were thinking. Probably, the masculine and handsome young Yin Luo couldn't help but appear in their minds.

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at the sword enviously, then turned her head to look at the enchanting and charming apprentice

She suddenly realized that nothing happened last night was the biggest loss.

After sending away Rongrong and other quacks, Xu Qi'an breathed out, meditated, practiced the sword of the heart, and practiced the art of crossing the sea in the side hall. Unknowingly, he even passed lunch.

It was his stomach growling that woke him up from hunger.

"Although the more I learn, the more beneficial I am, but now I feel like I don't have enough time.

"No, I can't learn stunts anymore, I can't eat too much, I should always use "Heaven and Earth One Sword" as the basis, and then learn some complementary auxiliary skills.

"Finally understand why the emperors of all dynasties didn't practice martial arts, or even love to practice, because they didn't have time. There was only twelve hours a day, and they had to deal with government affairs. No matter how talented they were, they would become Zhong Yong."

After lunch, Zhong Li came.

This personal disciple of the supervisor, Chu Caiwei's senior sister, was wrapped in a coarse robe, her hair was disheveled, her face was invisible, and she lowered her head slightly.

"It's great that you weren't injured." Xu Qi'an patted her on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your concern." Zhong Li said politely.

Judging from her voice, she should be 20-25 years old, a woman under 20, her voice is clear and melodious. Only women over 20 will have a sexy voice and a woman's mature magnetism.

"It's great that you're fine, was there any danger yesterday?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"A total of thirty-six crises were encountered, twenty small crises, ten major crises, and six life-and-death crises." Zhong Li's practice makes perfect: "I survived them all."

This usual tone is inexplicably distressing. Xu Qi'an patted her shoulder again:

"Thank you, how's your handwriting?"

"Fair."

"Okay, Senior Sister Zhong, I want to trouble you with something." Xu Qi'an said with a smile.

PS: This chapter is long, so the update is a few minutes late. I didn’t have time to change it, anyway, I rely on tool people to catch bugs, I’m so happy, someone helps me catch bugs every day. The previous chapters were only revised by relying on dedicated tools and people to catch bugs.

In the future, we will add a chapter dedicated to tool people.