The villain, his beauty is flourishing [Quick travel]

In the dark and narrow alley, a few men with mischievous eyebrows carried something and moved forward quickly, turned a corner, and stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden door.

"Open the door." The leading man patted the wooden door vigorously.

"coming."

The wooden door was pulled open, and the person inside poked his head out, "Boss!"

"Hush——" The leading man raised his fingers, looked around as if guilty of guilt, and saw that there were no suspicious people appearing in the two alleys, so he said impatiently: "Let's go in and talk, don't make a noise outside. "

Hearing the words, the people inside the door opened the door in their hands, and turned sideways to let these men with mischievous eyebrows carry something tightly wrapped in cloth to enter the door. Then the wooden door closed quickly, and with a click, the wooden door was locked inside. .

On the roof opposite the wooden door, stood two people, one of them was dressed as a guard with a sword, and in front of him was a young son shaking a fan.

"Master." The guard looked at the young son, "Do you want to go down and save someone?"

The young boy waved his folding fan with a smile, "No hurry, let's take a look."

Only when people are saved in the most critical time, can we get the greatest gratitude.

Zheng Er walked to the door of the room, and before he opened the door, he realized something was wrong. There was no human aura inside the door. The First Prince had never practiced internal strength, so naturally he would not conceal the method of aura.

Zheng Er looked cold, he pushed the door open vigorously, and quickly glanced at the room, the room was empty.

suffered.

Zheng Er turned around and walked to the other end of the corridor, raised his hand and tapped lightly.

Qi Heng was originally meditating and adjusting his breath. Although his soul was damaged, the strength of the solidified soul is still there, and the insights from the previous life are still there. It's like a certain thing. You have done it once and experienced all possible failures. In the end it was a success.But now you need to do it again. With the previous experience and lessons, will it be difficult to do it again?

There is no difficulty, but what if a restriction is added this time?The kind that gets kicked out once you touch it?

Qi Heng is currently in this situation. His cultivation base is stuck at the tenth level of Qi Refining and has stagnated, but he knows that it is not his cultivation that made a mistake, but the rules of this world. monk.

There seems to be a barrier in front of Qi Heng. Qi Heng can't break it. His subconscious mind tells him that once he breaks through, he will be discovered by the consciousness of this world and thrown out of the world.

A monk's sixth sense has never been speculation, but guidance and warning.

Just like a system with only 4G of memory, it definitely cannot hold files exceeding 4G. Once the files fill up the memory, it will cause the system to freeze. In order to reduce the freeze, it is necessary to free up memory and anti-virus.

And the way for the world consciousness to clean up the "memory" is to throw out the culprit that exploded it.

knock, knock, knock

Qi Heng opened his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and with a force, the door latch fell with a sound.

"Come in."

Zheng Er pushed the door open, walked in front of Qi Heng, and said in a low voice: "Master, the eldest prince is gone."

"It's gone?" Qi Heng frowned. He closed his eyes and let out his spiritual sense to search. With the inn as the center, there was no sign of Qi Shao within a 300-meter radius. But Qi Shao was penniless, relying on his legs alone He is used to being pampered and pampered, and he will definitely not be able to get out of this range in a short period of time.

"Subordinates, go out and inquire?"

Qi Heng opened his eyes, "No need, let's go to the alley in the south of the city, he's right there."

He heard Qi Shao's voice.

"Yes." Zheng Er didn't doubt the authenticity of Qi Heng's words, Qi Heng put on the curtain again, and the two went down the stairs together.

"It's getting late, are the two guests going out?" The shopkeeper at the counter at the door saw it and greeted with a smile.

"After my second son went out, he hasn't come back yet. When we first came to Fufeng City, we were a little worried that something might happen to him outside?" Zheng Er slightly worried, and he sighed, "Did the shopkeeper notice that he left?" direction?"

The shopkeeper thought for a while, and he called the waiter to ask a few questions. The waiter first nodded and said something, and then shook his head.

The shopkeeper told Xiao Er to leave, "The old man didn't pay attention to the things next to him when he was doing the accounts, but Xiao Er said that he saw the boy in blue go out the door and go to the left, but then he didn't know."

"Thank you for letting me know." Zheng Er's tone was a little relaxed. He walked up to Qi Heng and pointed in the direction, "The shopkeeper said that the second son is going there, let's go there to find it."

"En." Qi Heng stepped out of the inn, and when he left the inn, Zheng Er immediately took off his disguise.

"Eldest...Second Young Master, something must have happened to him." Zheng Erdao, "When I saw that Xiao Er was speaking, I sneaked a few glances at Master, and his expression was a bit wrong."

"No hurry, there is no danger of life." Qi Heng said lightly. "We were high-profile enough when we entered the inn, and we deliberately leaked money. He chose to run out at this time. It's normal for him to be robbed."

"Master, why do you have to bring the Great Emperor...he here?" Zheng Er's expression was obviously a little disgusted, in his eyes, Qi Shao was the one who failed to succeed.

"If you don't take him with you, then you will be the one who is looking for a mother for thousands of miles today."

Zheng Er shuddered when he thought of the bloody life experience he made up for the eldest prince. He, an orphan without father and mother, didn't want to have a touching story about a child traveling all the way to find his father.

Zheng Er thought, he would never despise Qi Shao for being superfluous anymore.

The extra Qi Shao was woken up by being splashed with cold water. Before he could figure out the situation, several people held down his hands and feet and searched him all over.

Of course, they found nothing except a bronze medal engraved with the character Wei.

"Bah, you're so poor." The man with the scar between his brows held a kitchen knife and pressed it against Qi Shao's neck.

"Where's your money? Hand it over."

The sharp edge of the knife was facing his delicate neck, and Qi Shao even felt the pain of the skin being cut open. He was frightened out of his wits, and muttered incoherently: "Knife... knife... big, big brother, don't move!" knife."

"Don't whine, hand over the silver." The man with the scar yelled viciously, not only did he not take the knife away, but he used a little more force.

Qi Shao regretted in his heart, he should not have come out before, and he hadn't brought money out yet.

"Brother, let's have a discussion." Qi Shao said cautiously, "Look, you have also searched me, I really don't have a single copper on me, except for this bronze medal, why don't you take this? "

He frantically touched the bronze medal hanging around his neck and lifted it up.

"Brother, seeing how frightened he is, this kid may really have no money." The young man on the side interjected.

In the past in the capital, if anyone dared to say that he was poor in front of Qi Shao, he would definitely get angry.

Hearing Qi Shao at this moment seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, he nodded repeatedly, but because of the kitchen knife on his neck, he only dared to nod slightly.

"I really have no money, why don't you pawn this bronze medal for money, and let me go!"

"How much is a broken bronze medal worth?" The man with the scar spat, spit flying all over the place, Qi Shao was so disgusted that he wanted to die, but he still had to hold back, not daring to offend the other party with a disgusted look.

"Boss, he has no money on him, but we can exchange him for money." The lame young man suggested.

"You mean, ask his family to pay the ransom?" The man with the scar narrowed his eyes. "It's not impossible, but who will write the ransom letter?"

"Boss, I can't write."

"Me too."

"I won't either." The lame boy rolled his eyes and pointed to Qi Shao on the ground, "Isn't there a ready candidate here? Let him write a letter back and let his family bring money to redeem him. His handwriting can also be used as proof, lest his family think we are deceiving them."

"What you said makes sense." The man with the scar affirmed Xiao Luo's proposal, then he tore off Qi Shao's sleeve and threw the cloth on Qi Shao's face.

"Have you heard that, write it quickly, or I will kill you."

Qi Shao pulled off the rag on his face, his eyes glowed with anger, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, veins burst out on the back of his hands.

A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated.

Angrily, Qi Shao imagined the scene of stepping on the man with the scar and punching the young man for a long time, but when he felt the coolness of the blade on his neck, he immediately faltered: "There is no pen and ink."

"Ink?" The scarred man smiled maliciously, "Put some blood on your body, and there will be ink."

Qi Shao felt the scarred man's eyes wandering over him, as if he was wondering where to start.

Qi Shao scolded his mother in his heart, and couldn't help wanting to greet the eighteenth generation of the scarred male ancestor.

Ding--

The stone came from the sky and hit the acupuncture point on the scarred man's arm. The scarred man felt his hands go numb, and the kitchen knife he chose to put on Qi Shao's neck fell to the ground.

Qi Shao seized the opportunity and immediately rolled twice on the spot, away from the man with the scar.

Countless tiles fell, and a big hole was broken in the roof. Two men jumped down, and one of them immediately started fighting with the man with the scar and the minions around him.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Qi Shao raised his head and met a pair of smiling eyes. This appearance seems to be a son?

"It's you?" The young son-in-law said in astonishment, Qi Shao didn't understand why he had such an expression, and was a little puzzled.

"We know each other?"

"I've seen you in the inn before, and I rarely see people like Young Master in Fufeng City, so I remembered it at the next glance." The young Young Master replied.

Qi Shao forced a smile, "It turns out that's the case. I'm Wang Shao, and I want to thank you for saving my life."

He used the identity Qi Heng gave him.

The young son waved his hand, and said proudly: "It is the right thing to do for the heavens. You don't need to thank you, Prince."

A little boy was kicked and fell in front of the two of them, and the two took a step back silently to avoid being hit.

"Master." A voice suddenly came from outside the door, which made Qi Shao rejoice in his heart. Fortunately, Uncle Wang found that he was missing and sent someone to look for him.

The wooden door fell to the ground with a bang, Zheng Er saw Qi Shao, and immediately turned his head: "Master, Second Young Master is here."

"It was your family who came here..." The young son looked at the man in white who was approaching. Although he had a curtain on his head, when he looked closely, he still couldn't hide his extraordinary demeanor like a fairy.

The young son immediately turned his head to look at Qi Shao, his eyes were burning: "Young master, I'm sure you are my friend."