A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Duan Rong's eyes were cold.

Although Fatty Xu was worried, he breathed a sigh of relief and said quite civicly: "I can't understand a single word you said. This is the residence of Lord Zhu, the doctor of Guanglu. I would like to advise you to leave quickly. , so as not to cause trouble for yourself.”

He also knew that the person in front of him was definitely not simple, but how could he dare to admit that he was a spy lurking in the Zhu Mansion?

"Is that true?" Duan Rong sneered.

Maybe he is not as good as Zhu Cheng in interrogation, but he has his own means.

Duan Rong's hand was increased, and he pinched Fatty Xu again to the point of difficulty breathing. He opened his mouth wide, and then Duan Rong flipped his hand and slapped a pill into Fatty Xu's throat.

Duan Rong relaxed his hand and threw Fatty Xu to the ground. He sat on a seat not far away, looking at Fatty Xu on the ground leisurely.

The pill had already slipped into the stomach sac. Fatty Xu looked at Duan Rong in fear while coughing, and asked, "What did you give me food?"

Duan Rong just looked at him lightly, too lazy to answer his question, because he knew very well that as long as he had another breath, he would not have to answer at all.

Fatty Xu had just finished asking, and suddenly his face changed suddenly. In just a moment, an unbearable itch surged in every part of his body, just like countless ants and centipedes climbing and biting Zhou on his skin. ...

"Ah...ah..." Fatty Xu hummed and fell to the ground. His teeth were tightened and he began to tear his clothes. His hands were on his chest and he scratched his hard...

The unbearable itchy feeling stimulated him. After a few strokes, his chest was covered in blood...

But he felt no pain and continued to scratch his body hard...

Soon, his chest had been scratched by himself. A strange orgasm-like pleasure emerged here in Fatty Xu's eyes... like a nervousness...

His hands were still scratching the rotten flesh on his chest, and there was already bloody and bloody there...

Duan Rong saw that it was almost done, and suddenly flashed over, his fingertips flashed, and he tapped several acupoints on Fatty Xu's body.

The itch all over his body stopped abruptly. Fatty Xu suddenly spread out and two white air spurted out of his nose. But in just a moment, he screamed, but Duan Rong pinched his throat and pressed it down. At this time, the anesthesia excitement dissipated, and the severe pain from his ulcerated chest made him so much that he could only pump the air conditioner from his teeth.

Duan Rong squatted there, looking at him, and said coldly: "If you don't say anything, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to say it. Next time you itch, you will scratch your belly by yourself. The intestines have flowed all over the ground, but you still I feel uncomfortable with itchy inside my stomach..."

Duan Rong spoke very lightly, but Fatty Xu looked at Duan Rong with his eyes straight, as if he was looking at the evil ghost in hell, his back felt cold. At this moment, he seemed to be from Duan Rong's eyes. , saw his own death.

He glanced at his bloody chest. He knew that the person in front of him was not bluffing. As long as he didn't spit, the person was talking about his ending, and he would really grab his belly...

Fatty Xu shivered, and he let out a long sigh, as if he had made a great determination, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I said..."

When Duan Rong walked out of the old wooden door that was slightly deformed in the main hall, Fatty Xu was already unconscious on the ground. His chest was covered in rotten flesh, his hands were covered in blood, and the cracks of his nails were filled with bloody granulation...

Zhu Zhengfu sat in the flower hall, sipping ginseng tea while listening to the butler Zhu Yu talking about some of his arrangements today, but Duan Rong walked in slowly.

When Zhu Zhengfu saw Duan Rong coming in, he immediately stood up in panic and said respectfully: "Sir!"

Duan Rong glanced at Zhu Yu, and Zhu Zhengfu immediately understood and said, "Zhu Yu, you go down first."

"Yes." Zhu Yu immediately lowered his fists and retreated.

After Zhu Yu left, Duan Rong looked at Zhu Zhengfu and said, "Fatty Xu, I have already tried it. The person is in his own room. Look at him, don't leak the news."

Zhu Zhengfu said, "Sir, don't worry. Zhu still knows the right way to deal with this."

Duan Rong nodded and said, "That's good." Although Zhu Zhengfu was a little careless, he still had the most powerful person in the secular bloodline, and he still had the thoughts and strategies.

Duan Rong greeted Zhu Zhengfu and left Zhu's mansion.

He turned into an alley along the street, walked out of the entrance, and came to a small street.

At this time, it was getting dark, and there were already sporadic customers at the breakfast stall on the street.

Duan Rong walked along the street, and soon after, he stopped in front of a remote and dilapidated teahouse.

He had also visited this teahouse before, but he was not here to drink tea today, because at this time, the teahouse had not yet opened.

I saw that the teahouse door was closed, and under the eaves at the door, there were a row of ragged beggars sleeping. On the late autumn morning, they squeezed together and shrank in the cold wind...

In front of the teahouse, for beggars, it is already a good place to sleep. After all, the teahouse closes early at night, and it is only open after dawn in the morning. In this way, the beggars who squeeze here can have a good sleep.

Therefore, the location in front of the teahouse is quite popular among beggars, and not everyone can get one.

However, at this time, in the crowded pile of beggars, there was a space in the middle for some reason.

Duan Rong stood there, his eyes frowned, and his spiritual sense swept over and passed through the beggars' dantian one by one.

"None of these beggars are warriors!"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Duan Rong's eyes, but he took a look and saw an empty place in the pile of beggars. He turned around and walked to a breakfast stall not far away, and ordered a bowl of beef soup and two sesame cakes. .

Duan Rong was eating breakfast, but his eyes were staring at the beggars at the entrance of the teahouse.

He is like this, so he is naturally not full.

Because every time Fatty Xu wanted to pass on the message, he would come to the teahouse to see a beggar after nightfall.

The beggar will hand over his information to another one to go online.

And Fatty Xu said that he had also seen the beggar perform light skills. The beggar is a warrior.

But Duan Rong had just swept over the beggars, and there was no warrior.

Duan Rong didn't think Fatty Xu was lying to him unless he really wanted to grab his intestines. Duan Rong was even more inclined to the beggar go wherever he went after dawn, maybe to check the news or to meet someone. However, Fatty Xu said that as soon as the night comes, the beggar will stay at the entrance of the teahouse.

Duan Rong finished drinking the last sip of soup at the bottom of the bowl, and at this time, the door of the teahouse was pushed open. A guy came out and scolded the beggars who were crowded at the door...

Duan Rong stood up and walked back to Zhu's mansion along the same path.

Since the beggar is unstable during the day, he can only come to this teahouse again at night. After all, Fatty Xu always saw the beggar at night.

Duan Rong could conclude that the beggar would not only receive the promised fat man, he should be the connector of many insiders. If this person is caught, maybe many people can be brought out.

Duan Rong returned to Zhu's mansion and went straight to the villa where he lived.

He had been tired for a few days, and just as he was about to come back to sleep that night, he encountered Ruyi's captive incident. Before he knew it, he was busy for another night. At this time, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, although his soul was now strong, It is also possible to withstand it if he doesn't sleep for a few days, but his current mental state is actually in an unhealthy excitement, which will cause some loss to his soul.

Duan Rong decided to go back and have a good sleep.

He walked into the villa, but Qiu Luan did not sit on the big bluestone, but on the threshold of the door. When Qiu Luan saw him, he immediately stood up.

Duan Rong glanced at Qiu Luan and saw that his eyes were red, and he obviously hadn't been asleep all night.

Qiu Luan said, "Sir, are you back?"

Duan Rong said, "Well, I'm back."

Qiu Luan's eyes moved and she asked, "Where is Ruyi?"

Duan Rong said, "Die."

Duan Rong said this and had already stepped into the room and walked straight to the bed behind the screen.

Qiu Luan stood at the door, silent.

Ruyi is just a thin horse! No one would care about a thin horse when he died. In fact, Qiu Luan didn't care much. He just asked casually.

Just when Duan Rong returned to the other yard, Zhu Yu, the butler of the Zhu family, walked in in a hurry, looked at Xiao Guo who was busy there, and ordered, "Fatty Xu has something to do today, so he can't get rid of it. You are responsible for lunch and dinner.”

"Ah!" Xiao Guo looked surprised and was slightly stunned, and said, "Butler Zhu, where did I succeed? I haven't gotten out of the army yet? I can only do something simple. If Master Xu doesn't come, the wife will scold me."

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Zhu Yu said coldly, "I said he had something to do and couldn't come. You can resist it first. If your wife beats and scolds you, just be fine."

Zhu Yu said, then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Xiao Guo shouted and chased him out, but Zhu Yu walked away without looking back.

"This... why is this a big deal..." Xiao Guo scratched his head, making it difficult.

However, when he turned around and walked back to the kitchen, the worry in his eyes had gradually faded, and instead he felt a look of eagerness to try. He also saw Fatty Xu cooking for a long time. Although that guy didn't teach him, he also stole a lot of things with his heart. With the opportunity this time, he still really wanted to try it... Maybe he could ask for it. He was pleased by his wife, but he remembered the dishes he liked in each room... Xiao Guo stood in front of the kitchen stove and began to think about it.

Duan Rong slept until night fell before he woke up.

When he walked out of the other courtyard, it was already dark. Seeing that he had nothing to do, Qiu Luan lay on the big bluestone again and became hungover. Duan Rong sighed and walked out of the Zhu Mansion.

In the street market outside, the lights are on.

Duan Rong walked slowly and came to the remote teahouse again. Although it was already night, the teahouse had not closed yet, but there were only a few tables of teahouses left.

Duan Rong walked across the street, found a pub, ordered a few dishes, ordered a pot of rice wine, and sat in the seat at the entrance of the pub in the wind.

In this kind of weather, few people are willing to sit in this air outlet, and the waiter who ordered the food couldn't help but look at Duan Rong more.

As the wine and food came up, Duan Rong paid attention to the teahouse diagonally opposite while eating and drinking.

He had just drunk half a pot of rice wine, and the teahouse opposite closed.

After drinking a few more cups, the teahouse was already pitch black. I saw a lantern under the eaves outside, emitting a dim yellow light in the cold wind.

After Duan Rong finished drinking a pot of yellow wine, beggars had already arrived at the entrance of the teahouse. The beggars were squeezed together in the cold light, shrinking their necks and shivering.

Duan Rong had enough wine and left the restaurant. He turned around and entered the alley next to the restaurant, hiding in the shadow of the alley, still staring at the door of the teahouse across the street.

Duan Rong's spiritual sense had already swept through the five or six beggars who were nesting there. These were not warriors, and none of them were the ones he was looking for.

Duan Rong hid in the dark shadows in the alley, and beggars came from all over the place one by one. Duan Rong used his spiritual sense to pass through their dantian one by one. Their dantian was empty, without internal breath or realism. gas.

At this moment, under the dim light of the lantern under the eaves of the teahouse, a man slowly walked out from the bleak dark edge. The man's clothes were torn, his face was covered with oil, and his hair was even more dirty. When you walk, there are also some tricks. At first glance, it is indeed no different from those beggars on the street.

But when this man walked out of the darkness, Duan Rong's eyes moved. The lazy posture of this man walking was obviously learned, because although his body swayed, his back was always straight.

Duan Rong's spiritual consciousness instantly passed through the man's dantian, and his pupils suddenly shrank. "The third level of True Qi Realm!"

The beggar walked to the door of the teahouse, leaned down next to the pile of beggars, and shrank his neck.

Duan Rong waited for the guy to lie there, lying for a while, but suddenly snapped his fingers in the darkness, and then imitated the screams of a wild cat.

Across the street, the beggars who were nesting there didn't notice the noise here at all, but the six senses of the warrior were far beyond ordinary people.

The beggar had already raised his ears when the fingers sounded in the darkness. After hearing three wild cats, he pretended to struggle to stand up and murmured, "I'm so anxious, I went to the entrance of the opposite alley and urinated."

The beggar next to him shrank and cursed, "There's so much trouble! When I came back, I didn't know how to put water first? I had a butt on my head."

"Your uncle, I will scold you on your face again."

The beggar next to him heard this and muttered, turning over and sleeping on the other side. There was less person around him to block the wind. He immediately felt cold and then cursed.

The beggar grabbed his crotch and walked across the street. He walked to the entrance of the alley, pretending to urinate, then carried his pants and walked into the dark shadow of the alley.

With one click of your fingers, three cats screamed. This is the secret code he and Fatty Xu agreed upon.

"Fatty Xu, again..." The beggar walked into the alley and whispered to a blurry black shadow standing in the shadow.

But he said halfway through his voice, and his voice choked in his throat.

"You are not Fatty Xu, who are you?" The beggar suddenly became alert.

Although there was only a vague black shadow in the shadow, it was obviously more than a head taller than Fatty Xu. How could he not see it?

Duan Rong smiled lightly, without answering, and his figure flashed, and he was already standing behind the beggar like a ghost.

The beggar was shocked, his hair turned around like an electric shock, and he turned around and had his palms out.

But the moment he turned around, Duan Rong had already shortened his body and slapped his dantian.

Although it was in the dark, Duan Rong's palm still had a natural and smooth rhythm, as if he had already known that the beggar would turn around, and that palm was already waiting there.

The moment the photograph was taken, the moment the beggar turned around, it was exactly the same.

The beggar flew backwards like fallen leaves, bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his face pale as paper, and his heart was ashamed, because he knew that his dantian had been destroyed and he had become a useless person.

The moment the beggar flew backwards, Duan Rong had already stretched out his body. In the air, his cuffs shook and a ball of medicine was sprinkled on the beggar's face.

Duan Rong was in the air, hugged the beggar's waist, and ran into the darkness, and had already gone deep into the alley. The beggar's eyes turned dark and he fainted...