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Chapter 61 Chu State Sword Pond
These days, Zhang Nanli stayed in the Qin Mansion for the time being, and was not in a hurry to go downstairs to check the accounts. He just wandered around the Qin Mansion with nothing to do every day. However, his personal servant would often go out for a while and whisper to him when he came back.

Lin Huaian, who was sitting on the wall all day long, was too lazy to care about these two old guys. Although they were still talking to each other with their ears close to each other at their age, he couldn't arouse the interest in eavesdropping.

In the Taibai Building next door, a waiter often brings burning knives, which Zhang Nanli is still good at despite his age.

Close to the Taibai Tower theater troupe, the troupe leader Chen Jiangdan has been dressing up as a martial artist every day, holding a spear used in opera, dancing on the stage and making a fuss, and his accent can be heard clearly even though he is several yards away. .

"The demons with bull heads and horse faces are roaming the world. General, when I return, I will shoot out from all directions in Rulong Town..."

Lin Huaian was munching on the fruit, and little Ali was bending his legs and hugging his knees, imitating his example.

None of them were interested in the drama coming from the theater troupe next door, but Zhang Nanli, who was wandering in the yard, hummed a few words from time to time.

Qin Hua occasionally came here a few times during the trip. Every time he came, he would order his servants to serve hot tea and cakes.

Qin Hua naturally knows who Zhang Nanli is. Seeing that his uncle has not said much in the past few days, his attitude is obvious. At least he is not an enemy, but he may also be a friend. If he is a friend of the uncle, he is a friend of the Qin family, and he entertains friends. These are all indispensable.

Zhang Nanli was eating cakes and praised the girl for being well-educated and gentle.

Qin Hua smiled brightly when he first heard it and responded politely.

However, Lin Huaian added that it was indeed the case, and then a sweet smile that truly came from the heart appeared on her face, and her eyes were full of joy.

Zhang Nanli muttered after seeing it, it was not good for the girl to be eaten to death by her uncle.

Xiao Ali told Lin Huai'an that Zhang Nanli, a corrupt official, had married a concubine of seven or eight bedrooms and was eating him to death at home. He naturally felt bad when he saw Sister Qin like this.

Zhang Nanli chuckled and stopped talking. When she came to the Qin family, the little girl never said a good word to him. She poured dirty water and other things on him.

Because there are more outsiders in the Qin Mansion, Lin Huaian spends less time meditating on the courtyard wall every day. He likes to be quiet, but it is not quiet enough at the moment.

He took his little niece and walked around the courtyard.

The fragrance of all kinds of flowers in the flower garden comes to your nostrils, and along with the breeze, every breath is sweet and comfortable.

"Uncle, I have asked people to do everything you asked before." Qin Hua was wearing a green dress today. It was a bit long and she was not old enough to wear it yet. She had to wait for some years. She held the corners of her skirt with both hands in a cross shape, and followed Lin Huaian's steps closely. She was used to looking at her uncle's shadow when she spoke, and stepping on the shadow with her little feet.

Lin Huaian looked at the long skirt with mud trailing at the hem, and subconsciously slowed down and said: "Tell them a few more times to keep their spirits up, keep an eye on these people, and report back as soon as there is any news."

Qin Hua didn't ask much, just nodded and said hello.

After a moment of silence, he asked again: "Uncle, what should we do next?"

Lin Huaian looked outside the courtyard. Although his vision was blocked by the courtyard wall, he could feel the dormant auras outside the courtyard wall, which had only appeared in the past few days. .

"Wait."

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At night, as dinner was over, everyone in the Qin family dispersed. Zhang Nanli's bedroom was in the same courtyard as Lin Huaian, and next to it was little Ali's room.

The old servant lit up the lamp at night and squatted silently outside Zhang Nanli's room. He half-closed his eyes and leaned against the pillar in the corridor, as if he was dozing off. The lamp in his hand was like a fixed object, held tightly in his hand and motionless.

As a gust of night wind blew by, a few fallen leaves fell from the sky. The old servant suddenly opened his eyes and stared at those fallen leaves.

More and more fallen leaves are falling, and they are all withered and yellow, lifeless.The old servant felt a hint of coldness. He raised his head and saw a figure on the courtyard wall. It was an old Taoist, carrying a sword on his back and a few yellow leaves in his hand.

The old Taoist looked at the vigilant gaze, curled his lips, and turned his palms gently. The fallen leaves in the courtyard seemed to have received some kind of response, and they stopped falling in the air. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Under the cold light, suddenly, those fallen leaves turned into sharp weapons, like short knives, shooting at the old servant.

The old servant held the lamp as a sword, and the light remained on, dancing with brilliant sword flowers. Countless fallen leaves around him were cut down by the sword flowers, losing their vitality.

"Cough cough..."

Several light coughs came from the room behind him, and the old servant's eyes, which had been lifeless, finally gained some energy, and the light in his hand was projected directly towards the old man.

He could tell from these coughs that his master was impatient and wanted to kill someone.

With a smile on his face, the old man tapped his toes, and his figure fell back under the moonlight, like a lonely falling leaf. The old servant followed closely and crossed the courtyard wall.

"A Taoist person?"

Zhang Nanli pushed open the wooden window carved with plum blossoms and looked at the broken leaves in the courtyard in silence.

A dark cloud drifted under the moon, and the earth fell into brief darkness.

The night wind followed the dark clouds away, and the moonlight returned to the earth. On the wall of Qin Mansion's courtyard, sixteen more figures appeared, wearing night raincoats and bamboo hats, standing with a knife, and the corners of their clothes were swaying under the moon.

The courtyard wall and sixteen figures are projected to the ground by the moonlight.

Zhang Nanli raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

People from Jianchi?

Chu State Jianchi is a dark organization affiliated with the government. These people are doing assassinations, spying, lurking, and all the dirty work. There are three religions and nine schools in it, all of which are people with special skills, including big thieves and death row prisoners. There is Swordsman, a swordsman who became famous many years ago.

In Jianchi, he has friends and enemies.

This group of people are obviously enemies.

Zhang Nanli, the leading man among the 16 people, recognized a young master who was like a mute on weekdays, but he recognized the very special knife in his hand.

This time, this leader is taking the lead. It is obvious that he wants to hold back the old servant next to him who is also at the level of a small master. The remaining fifteen first-class masters of the sword pool are here to kill him. However, the Taoist People don't know if they appeared here by accident, the old servant has been led away.

The man raised his sword high, and under the moonlight, the tip of the sword pointed at Zhang Nanli in the distance. The fifteen sword pool killers around him made a bow with their knees, and with their strength and feet, they jumped up. Sixteen black-clothed killers, with sixteen swords, slashed together. Salute to Zhang Nan.

Shhhhhh—————

Under the moonlight, sixteen emerald green bamboo spears pierced the night sky, stabbing at the sixteen killers at a faster speed.

The moment Zhang Nanli's eyelids twitched and his eyebrows blinked, he saw the sixteen black-clothed killers falling together. The sixteen bamboo spears all passed through the chest, and the bamboo tips were stained with blood.

Those sixteen bamboo spears Zhang Nanli recognized, the old man of the Qin family had occasionally sat in the courtyard and sharpened them.

Now, a little grandmaster and fifteen first-class masters have all died under the bamboo spear!

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