Beauty crowns the world [Rebirth]

Chapter 4 Wanshan Red ([-])

In the hustle and bustle of the night, the smell of tuberose fades away under the wind, leaving only a few strands of ungraspable sweetness, like the daughter's fragrance scattered behind the shadow of a shaking candle, which makes people slightly intoxicated.

But when I looked up, I saw that the full moon missing a corner in the sky was yellowing, and the edge was glowing red, as if old blood was mixed in it, and the ghosts and ghosts were hidden deep.

The shadows of the trees were shaking, the lamps were swaying, the sleeves of the clothes were flying, and the red tassels on the end of the long gun were rising and falling to draw arcs, but Fang Yunzhi and the soldiers she led remained motionless, her face was calm and solemn, and her eyes did not blink. Blinkingly staring at the closed rich door of the Tu family.

Jiang Qihe hovered in mid-air, and after searching the entire Tu family mansion with his consciousness, he pulled Lu Yunshen's arm and signaled this person to go down with him.

"Miss Fang." He didn't come directly to Fang Yunzhi, but fell behind the soldiers with Lu Yunshen, calling Fang Yun's voice from a few feet away.

Fang Yunzhi looked back, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, but it was fleeting.She quickly got off her horse and nodded at Jiang Qihe: "Mr. Chunfeng."

The soldiers made way sideways, and there was a sound of footsteps. Jiang Qihe and Lu Yunshen walked over one after the other, "I didn't expect you to move so fast."

"Your friend Mo Xian Junbai accidentally found out the location of the spiritual energy medium of the Tu family's formation, but he didn't expect it to be in the city lord's mansion." Fang Yunzhi quickly explained the situation to Jiang Qihe, "We wanted to send someone first Watching, who knows that the Tu family has noticed something, activated a formation, and injured the people around. In order to prevent the Tu family from causing trouble again, I made a decision to lead troops to surround and monitor their house .”

Jiang Qihe nodded, "Where is Bai Wuxin now?"

"In the City Lord's Mansion." Fang Yun said.

"How sure are you and your soldiers against the Tu family?" Jiang Qihe turned his head and swept back, his eyes flicked over the neatly dressed soldiers, and finally returned to Fang Yunzhi.

Fang Yun's brows frowned slightly, and then she raised her chin, "The Tu family has a lot of immortal cultivators, but we also have one."

"Then please wait here for a while." Jiang Qihe smiled, folded a branch from the air, and flicked his wrist to give it away.

In an instant, the long wind wrapped in bright light blasted open the heavy door of the Tu family's house. The few people behind the door had no time to shout, and fell to the ground and passed out.

"Mr. Chunfeng..." Fang Yunzhi looked back and forth between those people and Jiang Qihe before taking a step forward.

Jiang Qihe interrupted her by raising his hand, "Don't worry, I'll keep my senses and I won't hurt innocent people's lives."

After saying that, the corners of his clothes rolled up in the wind, and Jiang Qihe flew out, stepping into the courtyard of Tu's house.

Lu Yunshen followed closely behind, and many people surrounded him. The two of them didn't even look straight in the face, waved their sleeves, and brought out a wave of air that knocked him to the ground.

They let the messenger go, and followed him all the way around the courtyard and corridors, and saw that the main hall-like house was brightly lit.

When the reporter opened a crack in the door and slipped in, Jiang Qihe dodged over and kicked, the door panel slammed and slapped the messenger flat.

Jiang Qihe raised his eyes and glanced inward. It was probably the Patriarch of the Tu family who was sitting in the main seat, with gray hair on his temples and cloudy eyes.

Standing behind him are eight men in strong attire, some holding knives and swords, or holding long tassels, with sharp eyes like hooks.

The other seats in the hall were also fully occupied. These people had serious expressions, but most of them were like their patriarchs, sipping tea leisurely, and there were also one or two immortal cultivators standing beside them, exuding a strong aggression.

"It's quite fun." Jiang Qihe stepped across the threshold and met the eyes of the man in the seat with folded arms.

The latter raised his hand lightly, and half of the Xianxiu present, or the thugs of the Tu family, quickly surrounded him, pointing their weapons at the incoming man.

Jiang Qihe stood in the same place without moving, the sword energy radiated brightly around his body. When these people attacked, their weapons hadn't touched him before they were thrown several feet away, smashing into the wall and making several big holes.

boom--

Sawdust was flying, dust was flying, the pillars were skewed, and the roof of the whole house sank about a foot.

In the blink of an eye, the patriarch of the Tu family, who was still calm and calm, changed his face, waved away the maid who shook and smashed the teacup, and slapped the handrail, and immediately several people behind him came out in a row, forming a human wall three feet away from him .

Jiang Qihe walked in unhurriedly, the coercion emanating from his body frightened the few people in the seat who dared not move at all, but happened to let the Patriarch of the Tu family and the thugs in front of him go.

There was a smile on his lips, and when he was about to face the wall with only four or five bodies left, his footsteps stopped suddenly, then he kicked the nearest person, hooked the chair, and stepped on the bottom of his feet.

The man in white had the same jaw, with a cold light in his light-colored eyes, "You are Tu Bian, right? Come on, tell me, who captured Fuyao Daoist together back then, and who advocated flattening Babao Street NO. 15?"

His voice was not loud, and he still looked like he was too lazy to use force, very loose.

"Dare to ask who is here?" Tu Bian had expected such an expression, bluntly avoided Jiang Qihe's words, and asked other questions.

Jiang Qihe gave a "tsk", "Say it might scare you to death."

There was a sneer on Tu Bian's face, "You have to say it to know."

"I'm not going to tell you." Jiang Qihe picked up a lock of hair with his fingers, slowly twisted it from the tip of the finger to the base of the finger, then quickly pulled it away, and threw it behind him.

At the same time, Tu Bian's thugs also moved, but an invisible wall stood in front of Jiang Qihe. After several attempts, Tu Bian's thugs found that they could not cross it. They looked at each other solemnly and retreated one after another. Change formation.

Jiang Qihe pretended not to see it, his eyelids lifted, and a cluster of cold fire ignited in his pupils.His tone also sank a bit, like jade and stone colliding, clear and clear, "I thought about it, no matter who did it, wouldn't you all have to die here today?"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Qihe removed the barrier erected in front of him. During the fluctuating breath, the eight well-dressed men took advantage of this to swing their weapons. The swords, swords, and swords shone brightly and chilled.

The distance between the two sides was only a few feet, and the snow blade fell on him in the blink of an eye, but Jiang Qihe was still slow, even suppressing the coercion that made his heart beat explode and his eardrums burst, and the sword intent and sharpness were completely restrained .

He was dressed in white clothes, with a budding branch hanging in his hand, as if he was just an ordinary son who broke a spring branch when he went out to play, and he couldn't be threatened.

But in the next moment, his feet finally lifted the chair that was lying on the ground, and he raised his legs to step on the chair, and the flying pieces of wood flew in one direction, piercing the eight people's eyebrows.

"It's just Qin's state of mind, isn't there a few who can fight?" Jiang Qihe glanced at the person who fell to the ground like a stick with disgust.

"You—" Tu Bian became angry for a while, and raised his hand high, but it was trembling in the air, unable to wave it tremblingly.

His anger was mixed with fear, his chest heaved violently, his eyes blinked and blinked, but nothing "you" came out.

Jiang Qihe picked out his ears specially, as if listening attentively.

After a long time, Tu Bian finally calmed down, and his anger was restrained.He got up from the teacher's chair, and put on an earnest and flattering expression, "I don't know who is the master, there were many people in the Tu family before..."

But Jiang Qihe didn't want to let Tu Bian finish his sentence at all. The other party turned his head away as soon as he started talking, put his hand on Lu Yunshen's shoulder, leaned closer, and said, "Come on, Xiaobai, I will give you a task."

Lu Yunshen's eyes kept falling on him, and the two looked at each other, their black eyes staring into the depths of those light eyes: "Say."

"Walk around this courtyard and catch everyone you dislike." Jiang Qihe rubbed his chin with a faint smile on his face.

"... I don't like it?" Lu Yunshen was slightly taken aback.

Jiang Qihe patted his shoulder, then moved half a foot away, and stretched, "Those are those who have a little cultivation but not a high level, and they are jumping and trying to jump over and kill you."

Hearing this request, Master Lu nodded with a slumped face, "Okay."

He watched Lu Yunshen go out, and when the white-haired boy disappeared from his sight, the smile on his lips faded away.

boom--

Jiang Qihe raised his sleeves to create a wave of air, and put back and closed the two crooked doors.

He glanced at the Tu family who hid in the corner of the hall just now while he was talking to Lu Yunshen, and finally his eyes fell on Tu Bian who was still standing in the center.

"Who should we start with first?" Jiang Qihe tilted his head, and slowly moved the branch lifted in mid-air. After going back and forth in a circle, he stopped on one of them, "It's just you."

Jiang Qihe's face was pale and indifferent, he raised the branch in his hand, and hooked at that person like a hooked finger.

A smell of urine spread in the air, and the man fell to his knees with a plop, walked over and hugged Jiang Qihe's thigh, and said tremblingly: "My lord, god, the arrest of Fuyao has nothing to do with me, what am I No help, no idea!"

Jiang Qihe said "Oh" flatly, "Really?"

The man nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Really, I am innocent..."

"Okay." Jiang Qihe said in a dragged tone, but just as the man showed joy, a tree branch suddenly pierced through his head.

"Who is it next?" Jiang Qihe put away the branches and kicked the person aside.

All of a sudden, everyone present knelt down, shivering and shirking responsibility, and Jiang Qihe pieced together the story of Lao Liu's murder—someone told them that Fuyao, who lived in Jiangyang City for a long time, would pay homage to his deceased wife every festival. Flower Fairy, and then taught them to make a trap that Fuyao real person can jump into by himself.

After learning about the process, Jiang Qihe sneered, "I thought you were so capable. You were taught by others to set up formations in Jiangyang City to absorb the luck of the whole city, right?"

"Yes, yes, how stupid we are, how could we come up with such a profound formation by ourselves?" Tu Bian, who was prostrate on the ground, raised his head slightly, his eyes earnestly begged Jiang Qihe, "We... the Tu family are willing to This formation is dedicated to you, and the luck of the entire Jiangyang City is dedicated to you, and you will be the leader from now on, with the saddle in front of the horse and the back."

"Yo, is that so generous?" Jiang Qihe raised his eyebrows.

"Of course!" Tu Bi walked over on his knees, "As long as you follow me to Lanyuan and take away the stone that has gathered luck, you can take the entire Jiangyang City into your pocket."

Jiang Qihe half bent down and smiled at Tu Bian: "All right."

Joy suddenly appeared in Tu Bian's eyes, and he immediately supported the chair beside him, using his strength to get up, but just as he gestured to lead the way, the branch in Jiang Qihe's hand suddenly pierced his throat.