Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

It was night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the breeze was blowing. The soft sound of "innocent" made people feel refreshed, and even the cicadas and frogs that were quite disgusting at ordinary times felt it was fun.

Wang Ding came to the top of Cangcui Mountain according to the appointed time, the mountain wind howled, and the full moon was like a disk, casting a piece of silver light.

Su Yuqing hasn't arrived yet, maybe something has delayed her.

Anyway, he had to wait, Wang Ding thought about it and simply sat cross-legged, meditating and practicing kung fu.

His shadowless palm requires strong internal support, so daily practice and meditation are essential tasks.

However, it has been seven days since he walked through it, and this is the first time he meditates, and it is still in such a place where the sky and the ground sit on the ground, and he himself does not quite understand this sudden elegance.

Just the body told him to sit down, and he did.

After meditating for a while, he opened his eyes and felt much more comfortable and transparent with each breath.

Then he heard a slight noise, and then a burst of fragrance hit him, and he knew who was coming by smelling it.

"My lord, I've been waiting for a long time."

Su Yuqing descended from the sky and landed in front of Wang Ding.

"You're late." Wang Ding was not very happy, he hated people who were not punctual, even if the other party was so handsome that the sky fell apart.

"Huh." Su Yuqing walked in front of Wang Ding, rubbed his nose and said, "Uncle, why are you here if you don't go to treat your illness? My friend hasn't come yet?"

Wang Ding: "..."

I just quietly watched you pretend... No!

"You're the one who is sick!" Wang Ding jumped up, his eyes sparkling, his mind clear, "Are you that bad old man who listens to gossip in the inn at noon?!"

"Hahahaha..." Su Yuqing let out a laugh like a silver bell, which was really crisp and hearty, making people unable to get angry, "You saw through it."

Wang Ding hates his face control syndrome very much-he can't get angry when he sees good-looking people, especially good-looking people with a nice voice.

He didn't recognize that scruffy uncle at all as this handsome and handsome leader, he didn't recognize it at all.

Su Yuqing's disguise technique is perfect, and it is indeed not comparable to Hallmaster Jin. If the level of disguise is compared with academic qualifications, Su Yuqing is a top student in a top2 university, and Hallmaster Jin is just graduated from elementary school.

"Come here without taking off your makeup." Wang Ding withdrew his mind, and didn't bother to talk to the childish leader who made trouble for no reason, "Mr. Su, what should we do next?"

Anyway, Su Yuqing has a good brain, so he just cooperates, so as not to talk too much, with Su Yuqing's personality, he may have to think too much.

He knew that Su Yuqing might have arrived early, but he didn't know why he refused to show up for so long—probably because he was watching him.

He didn't understand why Su Yuqing wanted him to go with him to Xuanyingmen even though Su Yuqing was still on guard against him.

This Su Yuqing's heart is the needle in the sea.

Su Yuqing's facial features are handsome and friendly, especially his pair of eyes that are as bright as stars make people have countless good impressions. When he smiles, people can feel the splendor of spring. At this time, he looked at Wang Ding, "Of course it will be done according to the original plan." .”

"The original plan?" Wasn't this superfluous, Wang Ding didn't understand, "With the skills of the two of us, we can sneak in secretly, so why pretend to be a stove?"

There is Su Yuqing in the organ, and his antidote pill for the poisonous gas, that's right.

Su Yuqing smiled softly, but what she said was heart-wrenching, "Naive."

Wang Ding: "..."

"The inside is full of traps and poisonous gas. Even if you and I can sneak in smoothly, it will inevitably consume energy and strength, and make them prepared and ready for battle. If you are caught in the right way, you can go in unimpeded first. In the face of that When it comes to prostitutes and evil people, it happens to be..."

He smiled and made a "click" gesture on his neck, which made Wang Ding shrink his neck uncontrollably.

Well, it's almost May and it's still a bit cold.

Those who can survive the strong winds and waves in the rivers and lakes are not stupid, especially those who can become the leader of the martial arts.

It's just that he doesn't understand why a person can be perfectly combined with such completely incompatible words as personable, cunning, indifferent, cheerful, and arrogant.

He didn't understand this person, but fortunately he didn't need to understand.

"What Mr. Su said is very true." Wang Ding tactfully chose not to say more, and directly echoed, "It's because I didn't think carefully, so what should I do next?"

Four words popped out of Su Yuqing's mouth: "Just plan."

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At the mid-day of the moon, Haitang Town fell into sleep, only the sound of the watchman breaking the gong every other hour and the sound of "the sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the candle" echoed in the town alone.

In the night, a burly man in black jumped up from the courtyard wall of the inn and jumped into the courtyard.

His ruthless eyes reflected a ray of light under the moonlight, and he looked around, but there was no one, even the waiter who was on duty at night couldn't help but sleepy and went back to his room to dream about Duke Zhou, so he went straight to the sky of the inn without any scruples. Go away from the guest room.

Tianzihao rooms are at the innermost part of the corridor, and the windows are facing the backyard.

The man in black jumped a few times and grabbed the window lattice with one hand.

With his other free hand, he took out a bamboo pole from his waist that was only thicker and longer than chopsticks.

Pulling out the plug with his mouth, he quickly inserted the bamboo pole into the window paper.

"Pfft—"

A puff of smoke with a strange fragrance permeated the guest room, and the person on the bed fell into a coma directly from sleep.

The people outside the window waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no sound inside, they opened the window and jumped into the room.

He poked the person on the bed with the hilt of his sword, and cursed: "Damn old man."

If the sect master hadn't ordered him to live, he would have killed this man with a sword.

He picked up the person on the bed, and before he could take a few steps, his feet were caught by something, and he staggered and almost fell.

"Damn, what is it?"

The man in black cursed in a low voice, looked down, and there was a young man lying on the ground, he looked dressed like a servant.

After a closer look, he looked quite handsome, so he simply took it back and dedicated it to the sect master.

The man in black walked to the window and blew a short whistle.

Not long after, two men in black jumped into the room again.

"Take the one on the ground away."

"Yes."

Immediately, the three men in black took the two people who were "comatose" and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.