Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Jueming Ridge, surrounded by cliffs and cliffs, is extremely dangerous. Even if you have a little skill, it may be difficult to reach the ridge safely. It is surrounded by forests and ravines, making it impossible to see the edge at a glance.

A gloomy black building on Jueming Ridge, with a cold and stiff exterior, makes people tremble from the inside. It is the main altar of Qingyun Club "Hidden Sword Pavilion". There were more than a dozen men sitting upright, all of them had sharp eyebrows and eyes, and their breath was flamboyant.

Sitting on the grand master's chair in the center of the Juyi Hall, was a young man, who was the leader of the Qingyun Society, Yan Qiaotian, who made even the green forests of the Northeast fearful.

Standing beside him were Yan Qiaotian's right-hand man, Qin Xiong, known as "Cold Face and Ruthless", and Song Wuqing, "Smiling Lord".

At this time, the person who was talking about the spit was called Qiu Yeliang. He was the law enforcement elder of Qingyun Club.

The purpose of their gathering here at this meeting is to discuss the killing of the head of the Hebei branch.Although Qingyun Society is the boss of Green Forest in the North, their branches are spread all over the country, taking up all the business from gangsters to white gangs, so it is inevitable that they have been envied by others over the years.

"Leader, we have already found out, this matter was done by Aotianmen." Qiu Yeliang said.

"Where is this Aotianmen?" Yan Qiaotian curled up in the grand master's chair with a lazy expression.

"Aotianmen is an ordinary sect occupying the south. It has never set foot in the north. Wu Qiong, the head of the sect, has passed the year of his destiny. He should be indifferent to fame and fortune, but..." After Qiu Yeliang finished speaking, he rushed to the crowd. Wait, said, "Could it be that you still want to get a share of the green forest in the north?"

"Do you know why?" Yan Qiaotian asked.

"I don't know, it's been ten days since we captured Wu Qiong's son, but that kid is used to going wild outside, so he doesn't know anything about his father." The great lord Qiu Yunlong continued.

"The point is that so far, that Wu Qiong doesn't know that we already know about this matter, so now it's a tricky thing to lock that kid in Jueming Ridge. He can't keep him or let him go. Really. ... Alas." The second lord He Changling said after sighing.

"This matter..." Yan Qiaotian sat up straight, turned his eyes lightly, and said, "It seems that we have to think of a proper way."

When he said this, Yan Qiaotian didn't notice at all, all his subordinates bowed their heads in silence, their expressions were extremely strange.

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The place where the prisoners are held in Jueming Ridge is a stone house as hard as iron. Wu Fuqian has been arrested in the Qingyun Club for ten days. He was locked in the airtight house, which made him almost breathless several times.

In the house where Wu Fuqian was detained, he couldn't see the sky outside, so he didn't know where it was. He could only judge when it was day and when it was night from the time when the food delivery person arrived every day.

Breakfast is usually porridge and cornmeal steamed buns. Lunch is a little better, sometimes with eggs. Dinner is the most luxurious of the three meals, because if you are lucky, you can find some small minced meat in the bowl.

Wu Fuqian looked at the white rice outside the fence and the braised pork next to it, and couldn't help but feel a little strange. He got up and went to the fence, and shouted loudly: "What does this mean? It can't be rice with severed heads, right? "

The food delivery person didn't even look at him, and just ran out of the house without looking back.

"Will you die if you say a few words? Run so fast?" Wu Fuqian's voice became lower because he realized that he was the only one left in the room at this time.

Wu Fuqian stared at the bowl of braised pork, thinking to himself: Should I eat it, or should I not eat it?

After about half an hour, he finally made a decision: eat, because even if he wants to be a ghost, he will also be a hungry ghost.

Wu Fugan swallowed the already cold braised pork in a few mouthfuls. He hadn't been exposed to meat for many days, and he felt that he was about to swallow a mouse.

Now that the food for decapitation has been eaten, when will someone come to take his head?

Wu Fuqian lay on the hay, his mood surging.

Death is not scary to him, because he has offended many people in the arena, even if he can escape from here this time, he will not be able to survive in the arena.

Wu Fuqian was suddenly full of longing for death, he even hoped that someone would come and take his life right now.

He sat up excitedly, climbed to the fence, stared at the stone door longingly, full of anticipation for the person behind the door.

After Wu Fuqian maintained the same posture for a long time, the door was still motionless. He yawned, raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, and complained involuntarily: "Why haven't you come yet, I'm almost asleep .”

As soon as the words fell, Shimen was gently pushed open from the outside.

Wu Fuqian's drowsiness disappeared, and he stared at Shimen with dripping eyes. He wanted to see what kind of person would come to take his life?

The door just opened a small crack, and a man in blue clothes and a servant hat came in.

When Wu Fuqian saw someone coming, he exclaimed happily: "Did he come to behead him? Then I hope the hero will hurry up."

The visitor walked into the iron prison slowly, and Wu Fuqian didn't see him clearly until he reached the fence.

A face of no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, a pair of pure and innocent eyes, red lips and white teeth, flowing eyebrows, and a shy smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, made this person look harmless to humans and animals.

But just such a person dressed up as a servant with innocent eyes, he is Yan Qiaotian.

Yan Qiaotian is actually over 30 years old, but because he has a baby face and his eyes are always full of innocence, no matter where he goes, many people will think that this is innocence little doll.It is precisely because of his appearance that few people in the world know his true face, such as Wu Fuqian in front of him, and so is his father Wu Qiong.

Yan Qiaotian changed his previous indifferent and unfeeling expression to a humble and humble one, looked at Wu Fuqian and said, "Are you the young master of Aotianmen?"

Wu Fuqian had been dumbfounded for a long time, he didn't expect such a good-looking man to exist in this world, when he saw the other person asking a question, he quickly stood up, brushed the dust off his body, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Young master, are you asking me? "

"Yes." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she blushed and lowered her head.

Wu Fuqian was even happier, he approached Yan Qiaotian, and said, "My name is Wu Fugan, you can call me Gangan, or Agan, what's your name, young master?"