Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 70 Twenty-Four Bridges on a Moonlit Night

Inside the Yang Mansion.

"Master Wang, Fang Xuan relies on you to take action today." Yang Jiang cupped his hands towards Wang Tianli who was standing aside and said:

"After everything is done, there will be a big thank you."

When Wang Tianli heard this, he nodded first, then hesitated and said:

"A mere Fang Xuan is not scary, but I see that Fang Xuan and the eldest son have been very close recently. If we deal with Fang Xuan, where is the eldest son?"

In the entire Pingjiang City, there is only one person who can truly be called the eldest son!
That is Sikong Jihuai from the Sikong family!

"Don't worry, Master Wang can think of it, how can I not think of it?" Yang Jiang smiled sinisterly when he heard this, and then took out a souvenir from his sleeve, "This is what the second young master gave me today. Even if the eldest young master blames it, the second master will not think of it." Master, carry it!"

Wang Tianli took the souvenir and opened it to take a look. He saw one word written neatly on the rice paper with a cinnabar pen -

kill!

Wang Tianli looked at the word "kill", his heart was slightly shocked, and he was about to speak.

Suddenly, the writing and ink on the rice paper blurred out, and the word "kill" on the souvenir started to stir like countless ants, and then like water, it turned into a pair of sinister and evil eyes with the word "swastika" on the rice paper. !

"this?!!"

Wang Tianli was stared at by these heavy eyes, and he felt a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood pressing down on him, and he couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Master Wang? What's wrong?" Yang Jiang asked quickly.

Rows of fine cold sweat broke out on Wang Tianli's forehead. When he looked down again, he saw that there was no evil double eye on the rice paper. It was clearly an extremely ordinary word 'kill'.

"It's nothing." Wang Tianli said to his heart, feeling filled with palpitations and fear.

The second master of the Sikong family is becoming more and more unfathomable in his magic skills!

"Master Wang, is there no problem in solving Fang Xuan now?" Yang Jiang asked.

"Of course, since this is also the second master's handwriting, I will definitely try my best to fulfill it."

Wang Tianli took a deep breath, his face returned to normal, he stroked his beard calmly and said with a smile:

"Master Yang, don't worry. Let's not talk about the gap between the warriors who entered the country. No matter how strong Fang Xuan is, he can't be compared to the warriors in the first day pass. I have been immersed in the second day pass for decades. How can I deal with such a mere first-class warrior like him? A warrior who has passed the level of one day can only do it in a matter of seconds."

Hearing this, Yang Jiang has not yet spoken.

The thin-headed tuo holding the sun and moon shovel already laughed loudly and said:

"Mr. Yang, to deal with a rogue, why do you need a senior like Master Wang to take action? Just leave it to a few of us!"

Several other entering warriors also laughed boldly and said:

"That's right, even if Fang Xuan can fight, can the six of us be the enemy together? If we see Fang Xuan, Mr. Yang, you only need to wait for me to warm up a glass of wine. When the wine is hot, that's it. I'll wait until Fang Xuan's head comes to see you!"

"With six against one, the advantage is all ours! We really don't know how to lose! Hahaha!"

After hearing this, Yang Jiang felt that the last big stone in his heart had been lifted away, and he suddenly felt heroic.

"Everyone, as long as Fang Xuan's head is beheaded today, my Yang family will give me ten thousand gold as a reward!" Yang Jiang glanced at everyone's faces, picked up the wine glass on the table, and poured the wine on the ground.

"My son finally doesn't have to suffer the cold down there alone anymore!"

Wang Tianli and the warriors all looked at each other and smiled.

And Yang Jiang thought of something, his eyes fell on the steward's face again, and he said:
"By the way, let Ting'er and Xiao He go home early today so that they can watch the real murderer of their brother being executed in person!"

Xuanshui Pavilion.

This is the most expensive place to listen to music in the city.

Every musician is Qinghuan, not only talented and beautiful, but also has a temperament like orchid, refined and refined, and they have always only sold their skills and not their lives. Of course, this kind of technique of selling one's art without selling one's body is just for ordinary people to listen.

For the children of wealthy gentry like Yang Ting, the so-called popular actors and actresses are just different in price from ordinary brothel girls.

"Hey, Young Master Yang is here today? Girls, come to pick up the guests!"

The old bustard, whose charm was still there, waved a Wuming fan in his hand, and walked toward Yang Ting with swaying steps.

A group of warblers and swallows suddenly came towards us accompanied by the fragrant wind.

Yang Ting, who looked quite handsome, glanced at the crowd of orioles, then reached out and gently lifted the chin of a musician with a bumpy, pear-shaped figure, and said with a smile: "Let Qing Shu come first today. Stay with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ting patted the musician's plump buttocks lightly, and stepped up to the second floor amidst the stars.

No one noticed.

In the lobby on the first floor, corner location.

A tall figure wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat on his head drank all the wine in his glass with his eyes lowered.

He glanced at Yang Ting who was going upstairs, then put down his wine glass, picked up the long knife lying on the table, stood up, lowered his bamboo hat slightly, and disappeared into the crowd of people in Xuanshui Pavilion.

Xuanshui Pavilion, in Wing A.

"Twenty-Four Bridges on a moonlit night, where can a beautiful lady teach me how to play Xiao?"

Yang Ting spread his legs and sat on a wide chair, looking at the beautiful musician who was playing and singing hard and had charming eyes.

The beautiful musician stopped his movements, raised his head and glanced at Yang Ting with amusement in his eyes, and said with a charming smile: "Nothing is wrong with me, slave."

"Hahahaha, you bitch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ting grabbed the beautiful musician's hair. Regardless of her pain, he lifted her up and threw her on the bed. Then he pressed her down and whipped her hard.

The beautiful musician was whipped to death, and kept shouting, "Master, you are going to kill this slave."

After what happened, the beautiful musician's eyes were as charming as silk, his face was red, and he exhaled like a orchid: "Young Master's skills are so powerful, how can he be compared to those who are ordinary lewd thieves?"

Yang Ting burst out laughing when he heard this: "This is how you should be, you cheap maid!"

When the beautiful musician heard this, not only was he not annoyed, but his eyes became blurred again, and he called out softly: "Young master, please whip this humble slave of yours to your heart's content. Don't show any mercy."

"Okay! This young master deserves a reward today!"

Yang Ting laughed loudly, turned around and walked to the table in front of the wall. He reached out and took out a large silver ingot from his clothes.

laugh--! ! !
Suddenly!
A cold sharp blade pierced out from the wall, cutting open the wall like tofu, and cut off Yang Ting's entire wrist with ease and neatness!
Blood spurted out, and on the cold tip of the knife, countless blood gathered in a blood line and dripped down the tip of the knife.

Yang Ting was stunned for two or three seconds, and then he suddenly reacted. While holding his wrist that was gushing blood, he stared straight ahead and retreated crazily, letting out a low roar of pain.

puff.

The wall is completely cut away.

A tall and burly figure wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a cold long knife, slowly walked out.

"Are you Fang Xuan?!" Yang Ting stared at this figure, his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead due to the severe pain.

"Ok?"

Fang Xuan was stunned when he heard this, and then anger appeared on his face.

what happened?

I have obviously disguised myself carefully, but why do I still get recognized at a glance every time?
"Forget it, come with me!"

Fang Xuan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he immediately stretched out his big hand and grabbed Yang Ting!
(End of this chapter)