farce a ups and downs

"If the uncle doesn't come down, maybe we can really go back the same way."

Of course, this can only be complained in my heart, and I dare not say it.

Shen Feiyu took out the fire pocket and ignited it again, and was obviously relieved to find that Yang Xian was safe and sound. After asking, she realized that it was no accident that the other party was in such a predicament.

"Although I planned to beat Qu Rulin with a sack, but I didn't have time to use it, but I was caught by those lumps instead."

The lumps in her mouth are those puppets.

"I suspect that he is trying to use me to lure you into the bait, and he has succeeded."

“How come you see?”

"I knew it when I saw you."

Shen Feiyu: "..."

Indeed, regardless of the process, the three of them are now trapped here.

Yang Xian has been trapped underground for a longer time, and she has checked the surroundings long ago, "Except for the place where you came down, there is only a stone gate over there, which cannot be destroyed by external force."

Shen Feiyu motioned for her to get out of the way, and approached the door with a torch. Just as Yang Xian said, the stone door was so thick and solid that it could not be opened by external force alone. The cold touch from her fingertips made Shen Feiyu tremble.

"What is this?" He Zhixiao suddenly said, pointing to a place on the stone gate, Shen Feiyu immediately held up a fire folder to take a picture of it, and the place He Zhixiao pointed to was engraved with complicated patterns, like a quadruple flower.

Shen Feiyu felt that the pattern looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and then shook his head. He Zhixiao fell silent again, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Xian leaned over and snorted, "Isn't this the symbol of Shenjimen?"

Shen Feiyu had a flash of inspiration: "It is rumored that Senior Xu Weng once took in an apprentice, but later he was expelled from the teacher's school because of his evil intentions, maybe..."

"This is all speculation," He Zhixiao tapped on the cold wall, "The most urgent thing is to find a way to get out."

The other two nodded, and the three dispersed, looking around to see if there was anything missing.

The night passed, and the morning light was slightly dew.

In the inn, Luo Wenchu ​​sat with his head propped up all night, seeing the sky getting brighter and brighter, and his mood was still unable to calm down. Last night was calm, not to mention the puppet assassination, not even a single suspicious person was found, but the junior and junior apprentices did not return all night.After all the disciples got up to wash up, he explained the relevant matters, dragged Linghu who was still sleeping soundly, and left the inn straight away.

Linghu whimpered in dissatisfaction, but Luo Wenchu ​​stared back: "You should have a more sensitive sense of smell than humans, can you smell Feiyu and Zhixiao?"

Linghu's pupils widened, and he slapped the opponent's face with his forelegs. When the sharp claws were about to scratch the skin, Luo Wenchu ​​raised his hand to hold him down: "It's fine if you don't want to lead the way. As the saying goes, a gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands."

If Linghu could spit, he would probably have sprayed it all over his face by now.

Linghu struggled to escape from Luo Wenchu's clutches, took a few steps forward, turned around and found that the man hadn't followed, and flicked his tail at him: "Aww."

Luo Wenchu ​​suppressed his smile and stepped up to follow.

At the same time, Shen Zhuang.

Shen Yu walked in a hurry, but his face couldn't hide the joy.

"Stop, where are you going?"

Until Shen Minglang's voice came from behind him, Shen Yu paused, and then put on a gentle and virtuous smile again: "The owner of the village was busy with the sword discussion stage yesterday, I'm going to the kitchen to make some nourishing for you personally of."

Shen Minglang was not at all moved when he heard the words: "Last night I asked the patrolling servants, and they said that no suspicious person was found the night before yesterday."

"Perhaps these servants are not vigilant enough, allowing the gangsters to take advantage of the loophole."

"But they said that they saw Madam go out that night." Shen Minglang changed the subject, and his sharp eyes looked straight at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu's heart sank, but his face didn't show it at all: "Could it be that the owner of the villa suspected me just based on some words of the servant?"

"I don't care about the things you do on weekdays. I don't care who you deal with or do business with, because I know that you are the mistress of Shenzhuang, and you will not do anything to betray Shenzhuang."

"Shen Minglang!" Shen Yu raised his voice and shouted sharply, "I don't think you don't care, but you can't care. Have you forgotten your identity?"

Shen Minglang's fist behind his back was tightened and tightened, and finally he let go helplessly. The counterattack that had been suppressed for more than ten years was like this, and was easily pushed back by Shen Yu.

Shen Yu sneered: "Don't forget, everything you have now is given by Shen Zhuang, a mere married man, don't take yourself too seriously." After finishing speaking, he wanted to shake his sleeves and leave, before his eyes met the tall man in front of him. When he was young, the anger on his face disappeared in an instant.

"Mingyu, why are you here?"

"My mother didn't come home all night last night, my son was just worried."

In one sentence, the smile on the corner of Shen Yu's lips gradually condensed: "Good boy, don't worry about your mother's business."

Shen Mingyu nodded, took a last look at her parents, and left.

It wasn't until he left the gate of Shenzhuang that the oppressive feeling that his heart was clenched was slightly dissipated.

Even for a person with the best concealment skills, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to plant enough explosives around the Sword Discourse Arena unknowingly. If this person is replaced by the master of Shenzhuang, it will not Someone guards against her.

But the crux of the problem is, why did his mother do this?On the surface, what's the use of an extra day just to delay the time of the sword-questioning conference?

Puzzled, Shen Mingyu gradually walked to the teahouse. It was time for morning tea. While drinking tea, people heard the spitting words of the scholar: "...in the ice and snow, the hero, in order to avoid revenge, Hiding into a family and being taken in by the young lady of that family, the chivalrous man has the arrogance of the world, the young lady yearns for him, the two gradually fall in love, the young lady gives birth to a son, but the hero is nowhere to be found—— The woman learned that the hero turned around and became the son-in-law of another family."

Many people lost their composure after listening to the sour script. When they settled the tea money and were about to leave, they heard the storyteller slapped the gavel again, and his voice was deafening: "That hero is exactly Shen Zhuangzhuang today. Lord—Shen Minglang!"

Shen Mingyu's eyes widened suddenly, and before he could say anything, the storyteller said in a very quick tone: "This Shen Minglang's original surname is Chen, he covets the Shen family's prominent family background, and seduces the only daughter of the old master Shen. He found him, but was murdered by this person, but he was so poisonous that he didn't eat his son, so he finally took the son of his original partner back to the village, trying to hide it from the world. His heart is evil, he is a scum, a public enemy of martial arts! The first-class grand event in the rivers and lakes is organized by this kind of people, even God can't stand it, so he poured out his anger and smashed the sword-discussion platform..."

Before he finished speaking, the storyteller was kicked in the chest, flew upside down, crashed into the guardrail of the teahouse, and fell to the street, attracting many people to watch.

The storyteller is over fifty years old, so how can he stand up to this, especially when he saw who the culprit was, he lay on the ground and kept shouting, "Murder, Second Young Master Shen killed, oh my old waist," and immediately She raised her eyebrows, "Look, everyone! This is the upbringing of the Shen family. He came out of a black heart, and even an old man like me will not let it go."

Shen Mingyu laughed back angrily: "It's good that I didn't sue you for the slander, but you opened your mouth and howled, no matter what, today Young Master Ben asked you to see what a black heart is."

After speaking, he drew his sword back and walked towards the storyteller. The storyteller's face was covered with cold sweat, and he kept backing away, "Help, help—help! Second Young Master Shen killed someone!"

Shen Mingyu was furious, and with a movement, the tip of the sword flashed past. It was about to pierce the storyteller's throat, but was blocked by an ordinary wooden fan.

"Get out of the way!" Shen Mingyu didn't even look at anyone, "Let me kill this old bastard who confuses people with his lies!"

"If you kill him, wouldn't you be giving the truth to other people?" The visitor flipped his wrist and swung Shen Mingyu's sword flying, "The more this is the case, the more calm and calm your brother is. If you are as calm as he is, you will No murder on this street."

Hearing that elder brother was mentioned, Shen Mingyu's face looked a little better, and when she looked up, it didn't matter if it didn't matter. After seeing the person's face, the anger in her heart was about to burst out: "Why is it you!?"

"Why can't it be me?" Luo Wenchu ​​smiled and led him away from the crowd.

Before leaving, the storyteller repeated what he had said in the teahouse without fear of death. Shen Mingyu turned her head again, but was stopped by Luo Wenchu, and said amidst the skeptical discussions: "Everyone, listen to Luo Mou A word."

Many people around knew Luo Wenchu, and when they saw him speak, they became quiet.

Luo Wenchu ​​smiled slightly.

"Luo has only one sentence. Rumors stop at the wise. I hope that for you, it is the wisdom of wisdom, not the wisdom of mental retardation. This is the end of my words."

This remark is equivalent to using one's own fame to justify Shen Zhuang's name. Many people began to ponder, but some people clung to one point: "Shen Feiyu is a disciple of your Lingjue sect. Of course you are partial to Shen Zhuang. Is the kind of hero secretly colluding? Isn’t the example of Yan Linsheng enough to illustrate? Besides, there are also those heroes on the celebrity list who died under the sword of an unknown swordsman. Are they also trying to gain fame like Yan Linsheng? By the way, Yan Linsheng seems to be an apprentice of this Sect Master Luo as well."

As soon as these words came out, the originally quiet crowd instantly turned into a pot of boiling water.

"Master Luo, can you explain this matter again?"

"Master Luo, you have been at the top of the celebrity list for ten years, is it because of your close relationship with Lin Feihua, the owner of Feihualou?"

"Master Luo...Master Luo..."

bass--

The two swords came out of their sheaths at the same time, and plunged obliquely into the ground, instantly silencing everyone.

The difference is that one sword has an extremely narrow body, and the icy air covers the surface of the sword, making people shiver for no reason, while the other is the head of the heavy sword, and the domineering air flows continuously through the body spread out.

Someone recognized the two swords and exclaimed in a low voice, "It's Suihan and Chengkuang."

Among the crowd, three young people walked out from different directions. The moment their eyes met, the feeling of reunion was beyond words.

The handsome young man with the broken arm slowly picked it up in the eyes of everyone who was scornful or astonished, and at the same time he said loudly: "There is no need to say more about the rules of the celebrity list. Anyone who wants to go further, the challenge is .Yan is not talented, and he is still in the tenth position. If you want this position, you can get it yourself."

The ranking method of the celebrity list is not disclosed to the public, but there are two things that can be confirmed: one is fame, and the other is that if you successfully challenge the knights on the list, you can get the opponent's position.

Shen Feiyu narrowly defeated Qu Jingzhi yesterday, and has automatically entered the No. 11 celebrity list.

Some people don't want to expose their strength in the form of rankings, and there are also veterans who disdain to compete with the juniors. These people contact Lin Feihua alone to prevent themselves from being "on the list" in the form of transactions.

However, being able to enter the celebrity list is a kind of affirmation for many people, and they will never stop.

Hearing what Yan Linsheng said at this time, very few dared to do it, and the person who spoke sarcasticly before murmured, "It's nothing to be bullied."

Ren Shi pushed Yan Linsheng away, and laughed: "So what if I was deceived? What can you do to me?"

As he said that, he was about to roll up his sleeves and beat people up.

"That's enough for little four." Luo Wenchu ​​said helplessly, carrying one in each hand, and led Ren Shi and Yan Linsheng away from the crowd.

The neglected Ren Sheng and Shen Mingyu had to keep up.

The central character of the topic was gone, and the crowd no longer felt oppressed. They started discussing the scene just now, but no one noticed the storyteller who caused the commotion and had already "retired".

The storyteller retreated away from the crowd and retreated into a dark alley, nodding and bowing to the tall man at the end of the alley: "It's all done according to your instructions, and other teahouses will start telling this script one after another."

The man nodded, raised his hand and threw the heavy purse into the storyteller's arms.

Feeling the weight of the purse, the creases on the storyteller's face were almost crowded together: "Thank you sir, thank you sir, if there is nothing wrong, I will go first."

The man was about to speak when his eyes froze.

The storyteller at the entrance of the alley just turned around, a cluster of blood spurted out from his neck, and he returned to the west without even uttering the last cry for help before he died.