Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 167 [Wanjian Returns to the Sect] (Home Part [-])
[Ask for tickets!I don't say, you don't know what I want? 】
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Strength and scheming are indispensable.

Otherwise, he is an abandoned son on other people's chessboard.

Or a scholar who is full of knowledge but useless, let you do all kinds of calculations, and I will break them with a single sword.

Get on the horse and kill the enemy, just do your best.

If you win the fight, it's Lao Tzu; if you lose, it's your grandson.

Intrigue, calculating people's hearts is really tiring.

Also more vicious!

Xu Xiao often said that when a scholar kills a scholar, he is the most vicious and vicious, and he keeps his mother's hands from blood.

Zhao Heng is one of the best.

Later, Xu Qianqiu ordered Shu Shu to send a Jinxiu Shu box to Jing'an Palace.

In the inn, the old sword god sat with his legs slanted, throwing peanuts into the mouth, chewing them loudly.

Seeing Jiang Ni lying on the table, flipping through a cheat book casually in boredom, she said curiously:
"Where did you get the sword manual, is it convenient for me to have a look at it?"

Jiang Ni closed the sword manual and threw it out with her backhand.

The direction was outrageous, but it turned in mid-air and floated in front of Li Chungang.

There is no wind, and the pages of the book turn by themselves.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect"!
Li Chungang was amazed, and said: "It's really strange, such a superior swordsmanship, why has it never appeared in the rivers and lakes?"

Pausing for a moment, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "That kid gave it to you?"

Jiang Ni hummed and said nothing.

After reading the sword manual, Li Chungang closed his eyes for a while, then opened his eyes again, and returned the sword manual to Jiang Ni.

Seeing that Yassie Jiang was just staring at the sword manual in her hand, absent-minded, the old man picked his nostrils and said:

"That kid doesn't teach you, it's actually for your own good. Think about it for yourself, why does he know your identity, and allows you to come and go to Chaoting Pavilion to choose martial arts at will, but it can only be inner strength and mental skills, and doesn't let you learn swordsmanship moves? ?”

Jiang Ni seemed to understand, but asked, "Why?"

After picking his nostrils and feet, the sloppy old man threw peanuts into his mouth and said:

"First, he doesn't practice swordsmanship, so it won't be of much benefit to you. Second... this kid has been planning on me for a long time. A pot of century-old daughter red is not something you can drink casually."

Xu Fengnian pushed the door open and entered, saying, "What girl is red?"

The old man immediately changed his words: "This inn is really not worth that much silver, there is not even a jar of daughter's red wine in the wine cellar."

Xu Fengnian didn't doubt him, seeing the sword manual in Jiang Ni's hand, he let out a sigh and asked:

"Little clay figurine, yes, it's amazing that you can get the sword manual from my brother's iron rooster!"

In the eyes of the second son Xu Fengnian, the elder brother Xu Qianqiu looks more like a bandit more often.

Unscrupulous bandits!
It has nothing to do with the Prince of Beiliang.

In Beiliang Palace, all treasures, no matter who they belonged to, including Xu Xiao, the eldest sister and the second sister, including him, were all scraped clean and put into the Qianqiu Pavilion.

Once, when an assassin entered the mansion, Xu Fengnian saw it by chance, and secretly lured him from the labyrinth-like Northern Liang Palace to Qianqiu Pavilion...

It's a pity that they were a bunch of waste, and they were killed by the blue bird before entering the yard.

Jiang Ni raised the secret book in her hand and said, "Do you want to read it?"

Xu Fengnian held the handle of the knife at his waist, stroked it lightly, and said:

"No, you can't eat too much. Martial arts are more expensive than fine, not more expensive. Every time my brother makes a move, he is invincible with one finger. That's domineering!"

Li Chungang interrupted suddenly: "Boy, your talent is good, and your Taoism is also good. Given time, you will be invincible with your sword drawn."

That day on the boat, Xu Fengnian drew his sword and slashed, which also made the old sword god look sideways.

Jiang Ni was curious, and said, "Who is stronger with one sword or one finger?"

Xu Fengnian had black lines on his face, he turned around and beat him up.

This girl, who can't chat since she was a child, deserves to have no friends!
Suddenly, Jiang Ni sighed and said: "The Guanyin sister outside the city is so beautiful, today's one is also very beautiful."

The old man saw through Jiang girl's thoughts at a glance, laughed loudly, and said:

"Girl Jiang is no worse than them. In two years, she will look even better. By then, you will definitely have a place in Rouge Review. I don't know how many young girls you envy and how much jealousy you attract."

Jiang Ni's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Really? Is there a blue bird that looks good?"

The old man threw a peanut into his mouth, rolled his eyes and said:
"Why did the old man lie to you?

As for the girl in Tsing Yi, she was valued by that kid, not because of her looks, but because of her heart. I have never seen such a silly girl in the top three of the world. "

He commented on the blue bird, but the green robed figure flashed in the old sword god's mind.

That is also a hopeless silly girl!

He was praised by the old sword god, and he was also a martial arts senior, so he wouldn't lie, Jiang Ni squinted and smiled.

There are small dimples on the sunken cheeks. If there is some daughter red, it must be the best in the world.

In the room, Xu Qianqiu slowly looked at Pei Nanwei's files.

Blue Bird stood behind her, pinching her shoulders softly.

This Princess Jing'an is indeed a poor person.

She was originally the daughter of the Pei family. Her father was Pei Kai, a world-renowned Confucianist.

If the original trajectory was followed, she might marry into a wealthy family, take care of her husband and raise her children, and end her life.

However, during the Spring and Autumn War, Xu Xiao stepped into the six kingdoms, Pei's family withered, and she was the only one left.

It was a chaotic era. For such a stunning beauty, with outstanding appearance and outstanding temperament, losing the protection of the Pei family is bound to be a tragedy.

To her, the world is nothing but purgatory.

He didn't want to suffer all the humiliation, so he either died or found a new backer.

She chose the latter, married into the palace, and became Princess Jing'an. Since then, she has lived inside the high wall, and almost no news has spread outside the wall.

Zhao Heng was originally a ruthless person, in front of Zhao Heng, she could only lower her eyebrows and look down every day, like a marionette.

In addition, Zhao Xun, the heir of Prince Jing'an, has coveted her for a long time.

Unpredictable, obsessed.

Even, in its hidden courtyard, there is a woman who is six parts in shape and seven parts in spirit like her.

As long as Zhao Xun is given a chance, she will be completely reduced to a plaything, and there will be no one in this life.

only……

In the file, Pei Nanwei's information has a blank period of five years.

There is no trace to follow.

Among them, it is daydream.

Maybe that's the case, that's why Zhao Heng won love like that. He married Pei Nanwei first, and let him stay under his nose, so that he wouldn't harm his son.

The King Jing'an carriage that came out of the inn was not unique from the outside, it was no different from ordinary carriages.

Walking into the carriage, in fact, there is something strange inside.

The inner wall is covered with red sandalwood.

Zhao Heng loves sandalwood as much as that official invincible Cao Changqing.

In the carriage, there is a gold-plated sandalwood incense burner with a suet jade base.

After Princess Jing'an got into the carriage, she put the novel in her hand, "Snow on the Head" by Wang Dongxiang, aside.

Legs bent, stacked together.

The plump and round buttocks are pillowed on the legs, the movements are skillful, and the sandalwood is burned, and the voice is silent.

Looking at the plump and round butt that was just grabbed by the salty pig's hand, Jing'an Wang Zhao Heng felt a haze in his heart that he couldn't release, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Close your eyes, chant sutras, and turn the bodhi seed beads in your hands.

(End of this chapter)