Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 234 Sleeping soundly in a tiger's den is foolish and bold, but pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth is really tricky.

(New Year’s greetings! New Year’s greetings! Good luck in the New Year, and good luck in the New Year!)

The night is getting darker and everything is silent.

Ma Ji walked alone to the high wall behind Prince Qiu's Mansion.

At this moment, he had taken off the scholar's green shirt on the outside, and underneath was the tight-fitting shorts he wore during daily practice.

He put his right ear against the wall, listened intently for a moment, then jumped up and flew to the same height as the wall like a big bird. He reached out his right hand and pressed on the top of the wall to use his strength to turn over and land silently. inside the wall.

The moonlight is dim tonight, and the situation inside this deserted house is vaguely discernible.

Ma Ji took the foothold as the center and searched deep into the palace in a semicircle.

Not long after, he found human traces among the overgrown grass and thick dust. He then followed the traces to a large garden with more lush vegetation, and finally targeted an independent three-story attic in the courtyard.

The lower two floors of the attic were dark. Although the doors and windows on the third floor were closed and seemed to be blocked with things, there were still a few very weak rays of light coming through the unsealed gaps.

Ma Ji used the movement of a deer, crouching and snake, and used the vegetation to cover his body, sneaking to the corner of the attic silently, and then used the "Oolong Panzhu" technique to climb up along the pillar supporting the corner of the eaves.

These three small balls were provided by Qiu Yan, the old Jianghu. They contained sulfur inside and were wrapped in white phosphorus. When he threw them with great luck, they flew very fast. First, the outer layer of white phosphorus rubbed against the air and caught fire, and then ignited the inner layer of sulfur. .

In the back corner, Han Qi, who had his hands and feet tied up, was lying on his back on the floor, with an old pottery that was either round or flat, whether it was a wine pot or a chamber pot, placed under the back of his head. His eyes were closed, his mouth was drooling, his chest was rising and falling regularly, and he actually slept quite comfortably and sweetly.

The room below had obviously been cleaned and was barely clean, but it was empty without any furniture.

He observed for a while to make sure that the three people below were all asleep, then he took out three small balls from his arms, peeled off the outer layer of oil paper, and threw them high into the sky three times.

He leaned down and listened carefully to what was going on below for a while. Then he reached out and grabbed a piece of tile, moved a gap downward very gently, and brought his eyes closer to look down.

In the middle of the room stood a wooden stake half as tall as a man, with a large bowl placed on the top, which contained more than half a bowl of lamp oil. A wick half soaked in oil and half resting on the edge of the bowl burned with a bean-like light, illuminating the room in half-light and half-darkness.

Two well-dressed men with steel knives in their arms sat back-to-back next to the wooden pile, with their heads slumped one after another and taking a nap.

After a while, the figures came closer and closer. When they were not far from the attic, with the command of "Raise the fire!", more than ten torches were lit up at the same time, but there was no intention to hide their whereabouts.

After doing this, Ma Ji slowly pulled out the soft knife and leaned on the roof again, looking at the situation below through the gap, just waiting for the best time to take action.

Ma Ji couldn't help but burst into laughter. He was in a tiger's den with uncertainty about good or bad luck, yet his friend was able to sleep soundly. He didn't know whether to praise him for his courage or his heartlessness.

Three fireballs flying high into the sky clearly marked his location.

When his hands could touch the roof, he used his thumb and index finger to pinch the edge of the eaves. He exerted force on his arms and waist at the same time, and his body turned over in a somersault. His feet landed firmly on the tiles of the roof. Don't be surprised at all.

At the same time as the torch was lit, Qiu Yan's rough voice came: "I, Qiu Yan, the yellow-faced tiger, are here with all the heroes of Happy Forest. Please show your face to the friends of Sanyi Lian." !”

Ma Ji immediately heard movement in the pavilion, and saw Han Qi and the two guards waking up at the same time below.

Then a loud voice like thunder came from below: "Xu Zhang, Zhou Bing, keep an eye on that boy. If something goes wrong, kill him immediately!" Two guards rushed to Han Qi's side with knives, one of them He replied: "Don't worry, Boss, everything is on our two brothers!"

From the title "Big Boss", Ma Ji guessed that the person speaking must be "Hantian Lei" Jiao Peng, the head of the three leaders of the "Sanyi Lian". He was quite a man who could make decisions so quickly in a hurry.

With the two loud sounds of winter and winter, after the people on the two floors below gathered together, someone threw two pieces of tattered furniture outside to attract possible sneak attacks from hidden arrows, and then they broke out together, leaning against the pavilion like wild goose wings. The shapes are lined up on the left and right, and the tips of the wings are extended forward, facing each other in the "Happy Forest".

Among them, a man with a purple face and a medium build stepped forward, wielded a strange weapon called "Tian Lei Bang" with a hammer and a drill in his hand, and shouted angrily: "Everyone..."

Ma Ji on the roof heard that this person was Jiao Peng, the "Thunder in the Dry Sky", but he didn't wait for him to say anything more. He moved his feet with a "thousand catties drop" effort, and the dense rows of tiles and horizontal tiles under his feet fell. The wooden rafters on the house's purlins shattered and broke at the same time, and his body was wrapped in broken tiles and broken wood and fell into the building.

"Big……"

The two guards were shocked and opened their mouths to shout, and the steel knives in their hands were ready to move.

Ma Ji flicked his wrist, and the soft knife passed between the two people's necks as fast as lightning, cutting off half of their necks like a rotten tree.

Blood spurted out from their necks, their four eyes widened at the same time, and there was a rattling in their throats, but they fell to the ground without being able to say a single word.

"Handsome man?"

Han Qi shouted in surprise and joy, but he was not frightened by the tragic sight of blood splattering five steps.

Ma Ji raised his hand and the sword flashed again, and the rope binding Han Qi's hands and feet broke immediately.

"Thank you, handsome man. I knew you were good at kung fu, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

While Han Qi was talking, he struggled to get up, but he picked up the pottery pot that was originally pillowed under his head, and tried to swing it left and right twice. It seemed that he planned to use it as a weapon to hit people.

Ma Ji was speechless for a while, and he really admired his friend's big heart.

Without any hesitation, he stabbed and stirred the window on the back wall with the soft knife in his right hand, immediately tearing apart a piece of rag covering the window and the broken window lattice. He grabbed Han Qi's right shoulder with his left hand and lifted him up. Go through the hole and drop behind the attic.

Then Ma Ji made a big circle and turned from the left side of the pavilion to the side of the "Happy Forest" people.

Qiu Yan was experienced and waved his hand, and four of his men stepped forward to protect Han Qi and retreated a certain distance.

Ma Ji raised his sword and turned around, facing the ugly-looking Jiao Peng and others with a smile: "Now we can talk about how to settle this account!"

"Who are you? What accounts do you want to settle with us?"

Jiao Peng's eyes were spitting fire, and he gritted his teeth and asked this sentence.

"It's easy to say," Ma Ji raised his long sword and cupped it in his hand. His expression was cold and his tone was slightly cold. "I'm dismounting from Ma Ji. Ma Yao of 'Sai Mengchang' is my father. I have invited the heroes of 'Happy Forest' to come here tonight. I just want to ask you a question - you are committing crimes here as guests, but you don't take your friends who are making a living in Qiantang County seriously?"

(End of this chapter)