Chapter 75: Gun intent

　　 Jiaofang Division, Yingmei Xiaoge.
　　 Xu Qi'an was sitting lazily leaning against Jinta, and the guards' clothes hung on the back of the chair.
　　 In the spacious interior, six maiko dances gracefully, under the light gauze skirt, the slender waist is swinging.
　　 Behind Xu Qi'an, a maid was rubbing his shoulders, and his leg was placed in the arms of another maid, making her squeeze his leg.
　　 The Oiran lady wore a gorgeous and complicated long dress, with her head slightly hanging down, and she concentrated on playing the piano.
　　 occasionally looked up at Xu Qi'an, who was reluctant to think about it.
　　After a stick of incense, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the maikos exited the house, got up with the fragrance full, and cleaned their hands in the copper basin, complaining: "Master Yang used to be a watchman."
　　 "Did you disappoint me?" Xu Qi'an lowered his head and played with his fingers, and replied casually.
　　 The Oiran lady put her skirt on the couch, sat on him, pressed her strong chest with her hands, and smiled charmingly: "I like..."
　　 Xu Qi'an turned around and came to Jiaofang Division mainly because of the short distance. It was definitely not because Goulan would cost a lot of money to eat and listen to music, but here, Fuxiang gave him free.
"How do I know the content of the chat with Jiu? No. 3 fragment is banned, so it can not receive other fragment holders, but other holders can see? This book is an ancient version of QQ Not a group..."
　　 "I knew it a long time ago, after dripping the blood confessed to the Lord, I would add friends one by one... I was a little scared at the time, I just wanted to put this hot potato away..."
　　 "Heaven and Earth Hui and Di Sect seem to have a connection...The school is split?"
　　 Xu Qi'an's thoughts were interrupted, and he frowned and glanced at the oiran who sat on his waist, twisted his hips, with a beautiful face with spring, implicitly teasing him.
　　 She has a pair of lovely peach eyes.
　　 "If you move around, the soft seat will become a socket." Xu Qi'an said unhappy.
　　 A few minutes later, the maids who were guarding the outer room heard Jinta's "creaking" sound and the intermittent gasping of her own lady's endurance.
　　 "Oh, the daylight starts."
　　 "Let's go first, I guess it will be dusk."
　　...
　　Guiyue Tower, between Luanfeng and Mingya.
　　 A man in a black outfit, with a knife in one hand, sat upright at the round table.
　　 The man in black has a two-finger scar on his cheek, triangular eyes, and the light brown pupils sometimes flashed fiercely.
　　 gives people the feeling of a lunatic lunatic, as if they would draw swords and hack people if they didn't agree with each other, and the hostility was extremely deep.
　　He is a death row prisoner who beats the government's yamen. His name is sketched by the current sage. The sentence will be after next autumn.
　　 Suddenly today, a Jin gong was brought up from the death row. The Jin gong told him that he only needs to complete a task satisfactorily before he can be released into the rivers and lakes and find someone to replace his death row.
The word 　　 has a high credibility. The list outlined by the Holy Spirit usually means that there is no doubt about death and no pardon. Find someone to replace is the correct operation.
　　 This kind of "redeem the merits" transaction is not uncommon in the squad. Before he was caught, he had heard the senior Jianghu say.
　　 His task is very simple, he only needs to make a transaction.
　　 But the man in black knew that there was bound to be a great danger hidden in it. Otherwise, with such a simple transaction, why bother to find a death row?
　　 The black-clothed man accepted this task for two reasons: First, it is simply death, it is better to have a chance. Second, this is the Guiyue Tower in the inner city, one of the most prosperous areas.
　　 and other idlers dare not make trouble in such a place.
　　 At this time, he heard two "beep" sounds from the door of Yama.
　　 "The door is unlocked, come in!" The man in black responded in a low voice.
The door of the room was pushed open, and a man dressed as a quack walked in, dressed in a gray robe, half of his face hidden in a hood, the lower half of his face bare, and a layer of shallow under his jaw Blue beard, just shaved.
　　 Both sides looked at each other vigilantly.
Heh, just this dress, I will definitely not be able to enter the inner city... 80% of them are secretly changed after entering the Guiyue Tower... There may be weapons hidden in the robe... The man in black is half disdain and half vigilant Thinking about it, I heard the cloak Jianghu guest, hoarsely asking:
　　 "What about things?"
　　 The man in black stared at him calmly, and said lightly: "I seem to have said that I spent five hundred taels of gold on this mirror."
　　 What kind of mirror is special for five hundred taels of gold... he added in his heart.
　　 The man in the cloak river and lake said "um", put one hand in his arms, and drew out a stack of silver notes. The face value of the first silver note was one hundred taels.
　　 Although I knew that these banknotes would definitely be handed in in the end, the wealth was touching. The uncontrollable eyes of the man in black glowed, and his gaze stuck to the thick pile of banknotes and couldn't move away.
　　 "Mirror!" Cloak Jianghu guest put the bank note on the table and said hoarsely.
　　 The man in black looked at that side carefully, and didn't see any magical mirror on the table.
　　 Cloak Jianghu Ke slightly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes, staring at the mirror on the table for a moment:
　　 "Very good, the deal is done, we have never seen it after this door."
　　 He picked up the mirror, and the black-robed condemned man stretched out his hand to the silver ticket with glowing eyes.
　　 Suddenly, the black-clothed condemned person saw the cloak on the left side of the quack swell slightly...not good! His pupils shrank violently as if they were irradiated by strong light. Without thinking, he rolled to his side to avoid possible attacks.
The task is really not that simple.....Fortunately, I have always been on guard.....This is a master. I don’t want to go head-on, so I just broke the window and went out. I don’t believe he dare to kill people in the inner city....Black Thoughts flashed in the death row inmate's mind.
　　 At this time, he saw where he had been sitting before, with a figure sitting in his head, wearing a strong black outfit, holding a knife in his hands, his neck being flattened by a sharp blade, and the big scar on the bowl was bleeding with blood.
Ok?
　　 A string of question marks appeared in the black-clothed condemned person's heart, and then, his consciousness plunged into endless darkness.
　　 The cloak Jianghu guest took the silver ticket back into his arms, chuckled, turned and walked out of the private room.
　　......
　　 The cloak rider left Guiyue Tower and rode up on the fast horse, leaving the inner city and the outer city at an unhurried speed, and then hurried on the official road, and the horse hoof raised a dusty smoke.
　　 He ran wild for more than an hour, and a tea shed appeared in front of him with three old tables.
　　 The man who sells tea is a gray-haired old man. There are no guests at the moment. The old man sits at the table and drinks tea by himself.
　　 The cloaker strangled the horse's rein, and the horse hissed and raised its front hoofs, and stopped in the high-speed gallop.
　　The man in the cloak tied the horse rein to the wooden stake on the side of the road, glanced left and right, and walked towards the tea shed.
　　 He took out the small jade mirror and offered it with his respectful hands: "Helper, fortunately not insulting your life."
　　 The gray-haired old man took the little jade mirror, and his voice was low: "You brought back an enemy."
　　 The cloaker was taken aback, and if he had time to respond in the future, he saw the old man wave his hand and knock him off.
　　嘭!
　　 The cloak who flew out happened to collide with a sharp aura and exploded into corpses on the spot.
　　 Blood splattered like ink.
　　 The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the official road. A tall and tall figure slowly walked over.
　　 He was at the far end when he appeared, and after a few breaths, he was less than 100 meters away from the old man.
　　 "Yang Yan, you the dog Wei Qingyi keeps by her side." The old man snorted coldly, "Don't be nosy."
　　 Yang Yan with facial paralysis has no expression on his face: "Just take care of it."
　　 The old man was furious, and when he said that he lost control of his emotions, he would lose control, and said sharply: "Then don't blame the poor and you are welcome."
　　 Inspired by his plain robe, wisps of black smoke overflowed from his body, dancing wildly in the sky, making a stern cry.
　　Yang Yan frowned: "Di Zong cultivates merits, when will these ghost tricks?"
　　 The old man’s face bulged out with black blood vessels like a spider web, his pupils were scarlet, and his devilish energy was dense: "Hey, I will send you to ask Dao Tianzun."
　　 There was a scream in his mouth, and the black smoke screamed strangely while pounced on Yang Yan.
　　 Yang Yan was expressionless, his left and right hands fisted each other.
boom!
　　 The violent Qi machine centered on him, turning into ripples and spreading, rolling up debris and dust along the way, and finally hit a layer of black film.
　　 The sky flashed with black light, showing a large array of moist and slippery, like an inverted glass bowl.
　　 "My Hundred Ghost Formation, it's easy to get in, but difficult to get out. Even if you are a fourth-rank martial artist, you have to live and die here." The old man's voice was hoarse as if he were a devil from hell.
　　 In mid-air, the black smoke scattered by Yang Yan's Qi machine reunited again.
　　 Yang Yan frowned. This formation was completely different from Sitianjian's formation.
　　Si Tianjian’s formation is based on the power of heaven and earth, and it can exist for a long time. Daomen's formation is arranged by manpower and cannot last long.
　　 This Hundred Ghost Array is very tricky.
　　 In the major cultivation systems, Dao Sect is the master of the soul realm. Daomen Six-Rank Yin God, also known as ghost chase in ancient times, seductive soul at night, dominating all life and death.
　　 This Hundred Ghost Array is a similar method.
　　While Wufu also sharpened the soul, but only superimposed defenses, so that the soul became tough and lacked the means of attack in related fields.
　　 "I heard that the eight grades of Taoism are called qi, which can drive magic weapons and summon the sky thunder, so I don't want to experience it?" Yang Yan was expressionless, his tone contemptuous.
　　 "Here's here!" The old man was irritated again, and two rays of blood spurted from his sleeve, like lightning.
　　 Yang Yan did not evade, letting two lightning strikes.
　　 Ding Ding!
　　 The two lightnings only split the clothes, and then bounced out.
　　 Copper skin and iron bones!
　　 "Why don't you fight back." The old man said angrily, his face covered with cobwebs of black blood vessels was very hideous.
　　 "I'm waiting for my gun." Yang Yan said lightly: "It's here."
　　 The voice fell, and a bright silver meteor pierced the sky.
　　 The moist, thin and slippery gas mask shattered at the sound, and the black smoke "chichi" evaporated where the meteor passed by.
　　 "If you can't break the formation inside, then attack from the outside." Yang Yan reached out and held the spear, a silver spear.
　　 After finishing this sentence, his figure suddenly disappeared, as if integrated with the spear, stabbing the old man with an unstoppable momentum.
　　 In the old man's blood-colored pupils, the silver light flashed, unstoppable, unstoppable, that was the intent of a gun that never worked in battle~EbookFREE.me~ the intent of a fourth-rank martial artist.
　　 "No!" The old man opened his mouth and spit out a golden pill gleaming with blood and black light, and hit the spear.
　　 Jin Dan turned into powder in the gun, and the old man's body was minced into flesh in the gun. The silver light burst out hundreds of meters, piercing a hill.
　　 The figure of the old man condensed in mid-air, half illusory and half real. He stared at Yang Yan bitterly and turned into a blue smoke shield towards the distance.
　　 Yang Yan bent down and picked up the small jade mirror, carrying the silver gun, and turned back towards the capital.
　　...
　　The black smoke escaped hundreds of miles, passing by a village, and then stopped.
　　 The old man's face was looming in the black smoke, staring at the village below.
　　Yin Shen cannot be active in the daytime for a long time. Without his body, his strength is greatly reduced. Unable to cope with subsequent crises that may be encountered.
　　 The old man intends to take away a physical body while devouring the souls of the villagers to nourish himself.
　　 After making a plan, the black smoke swept into the village.
　　 The village was still vivid and lifelike the moment before, and the next moment it shattered like a wave, and a gas mask of five-colored merits rose up, trapping the black smoke.
　　 In the center of the formation, the old Taoist priests with deep facial features and shabby robes sat cross-legged.
　　......
　　 Early in the morning, Xu Qi'an came to the Dagongren’s office on time.
　　 Waiting for the follow-up of the "Book on the Ground" incident.
　　 If he doesn't know the result, he always feels unsure.
　　 Near noon, the black clerks found him in the side hall next to the Chunfeng Hall, and said respectfully: "Master Xu, Wei Gong is calling."
　　 finally came...Xu Qi'an nodded slightly: "Okay!"
　　PS: This chapter has a lot of words, so it will be updated later. It could have been updated after seven o'clock.