Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

When Fang Qingci came back, Luo Hongmei really obediently "didn't move", even the posture was the same, but the knife that was originally placed on the coffee table ran under his pillow, because the knife was too long, and the handle was still horizontal One piece is outside the bed.

Fang Qingci pretended not to see the handle of the knife, sat down on the edge of the bed with a cold face, lifted the quilt, took the ointment that had just been prepared at the pharmacy, rubbed it on Yan Tong, and explained to him while rubbing: "Once in the morning and in the evening, It is reasonable to wipe it after the event, but I think it is unlikely for you recently, unless you want to reconcile with Shen Dingwen—”

Yan Tong whispered: "—then I will be hacked to death by him first."

Fang Qingci ignored him, and then said: "The inside should be rubbed too, don't need to be too deep." He slipped into a knuckle, "Here, it's like this."

Although the ointment was touched by the temperature of Fang Qingci's fingertips, it was still cold.Yan Tong was caught off guard, so startled that he almost jumped up, but Fang Qingci pressed his back and pushed him back.

"What a fuss." Fang Qingci still pressed Yan Tong's back with one hand, and stood up slowly, "I see that you are the kind of idiot who refuses to take medicine when you are sick and has to hit the coffin before turning back, right?"

Yan Tong shook his head and retorted one by one:

"First, I don't get sick; second, I hit a coffin and I don't look back."

Fang Qingci: "..."

Doctor Fang washed his hands, looked at Yan Tong who was lying on the bed, and nodded: "I see."

Yan Tong was taken aback.

Fang Qingci continued: "I told you not to be angry, but you still have to hold your broken knife. Are you going to scare them to death with a knife in case someone finds them?"

Yan Tong: "...that's better than not having any knives."

Fang Qingci slowly raised his eyebrows and stared at him.

Just when Yan Tong was stared at by him a little faintly, Fang Qingci suddenly said: "——Then you think I'm just eating rice?"

Yan Tong: "..."

He opened his mouth, just as he was about to talk about such rough work that he didn't dare to bother a genius doctor, Fang Qingci had already sat down at the table, took out a piece of rice paper, and began to write in a frantic manner.

Yan Tong didn't say any more, and turned to watch him write wholeheartedly.

He looked at it for a while, and felt that he was completely different from the literati he had seen before, and had nothing to do with the word "pleasing to the eye" - he saw a stick of a pen dangling randomly, causing headaches .

Fortunately, Fang Qingci didn't write for too long, so he quickly dropped the pen, pulled out the rice paper on which the words were written, wrapped it in a small porcelain bottle, and threw it at Yan Tong.

Yan Tong reached out to take it, and took a look at the paper——

The paper is full of silver hooks and iron paintbrushes like dragons and snakes, and the unruly air rushes towards the face. The handwriting is also thick, light, dry and wet, which is quite the style of the famous masters of the previous generation.

All in all: good-looking is good-looking, but I can't recognize a single word.

So he turned over and lay on his back, folded the paper, and turned his head to look at Fang Qingci.

Fang Qingci obviously encountered this kind of gaze more than once, snorted, and said: "According to this prescription, take it once a day, and after fifteen days, you will be able to stab people with a knife." After he finished speaking, he paused for a while , and said in a low voice: "Don't go back to Qipanzhai, you also know that there will be chaos. After you recover from your injury, go to your master. If you don't know who your master is, no matter what, he will not let you be punished by the court." caught."

Yan Tong shook his head and said, "Don't bother the old man with such a trivial matter."

"...a small matter." Fang Qingci sighed, "If you have something to do in the future, you can go to Dongning City to find me. Dongning Fang's is fine, it's easy to find."

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The inn where Yan Tong recuperates is half a day away from Qipanzhai, and I don't know how Fang Qingci brought him out that day.Although Fang Qingci persuaded him not to go back to Qipanzhai, Yan Tong himself knew that it was not appropriate to go back at this time. After staying in the inn for four or five days, he couldn't help but hire a car and head towards Qipanshan.

Before leaving, he picked up the knife that he brought out from the tunnel, thought about it, and finally stayed in the inn——First, Fang Qingci told him not to use force, and Yan Tong didn't want to bring a knife by his side to attract attention; On his trip back to Qipan Mountain, he also had some intentions to get back his knife and his beloved horse.

He hired a mule cart, which moved slowly, and he himself did not dare to get too close to Qipanzhai, so he only asked the coachman to stop at Baimu Town, fifty miles south of Qipanzhai.

Coincidentally, it was the place where he first met Shen Dingwen.

Yan Tong fastened the cuffs of his shirt with a ribbon in the car, and turned it over before the driver could find the horse stall to stop, and only left a piece of silver on the seat as travel expenses.

He originally intended to inquire about the news in Baimu Town, and when he searched, he found the calligraphy and painting shop where he led his horse to shelter from the rain.

The painting and calligraphy shop of the Shen family was not closed, but a young man was left to take care of it.Yan Tong went in and asked, and found out that the young man was Shen Dingwen's cousin who didn't know how far away; he looked around again, and there were still Shen Dingwen's calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, obviously the business has been extremely bleak these years.

He wanted to set the place on fire, but remembering the innocence of the Shen family, he had no choice but to give up.

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Originally, the most convenient place to inquire about news was first-class brothels. Yan Tong had no interest in girls, and after all, he didn't want to go to such a place in the town where Shen Dingwen fell in love at first sight, so he had to find a reason for himself, saying that the brothel here It was too shabby and couldn't hear anything, so I went to the tavern instead.

He sat down in the tavern, but the appearance of the Shen family's painting and calligraphy shop was lingering in front of his eyes, so he didn't hear a word of Yan Tong's news, but drank three or four glasses of wine first.

He thought it must be wrong to drink while he was injured, but Master Fang didn't specifically explain it, so he just pretended not to know.

Luo Hongmei is good at wine. When he was in the frontier army, he still had military regulations on his head. When he was in the cottage, he was always burdened with affairs. With a light debt, he can drink a little wine without any scruples.

Thinking of this, he drank three or four bowls and became a little groggy.

If Qipanzhai is really in civil turmoil, there must be reckless people running down the mountain in the nearby towns.Yan Tong has dealt with this kind of people for half his life, and he has walked around Baimu Town for a long time, but he has not met any of them, so he knows that there is no chaos in the village.

It could only be that Shen Dingwen joined forces with Lord Yan Ning, the fifth master, and perhaps others, to withhold the news.

That being the case, Shen Dingwen and the others dare not hunt him down wantonly, so he can drink with confidence.

Just don't know what happened to the others.

Yan Tong drank another bowl, guessing that no one would dare to steal property while drunk, so he put a small piece of broken silver on the table and fell down on the edge of the empty bowl.

According to the news he got from the headquarters, Xu Jiezhi's status in this world is the third prince. Unfortunately, his luck was not very good. He was regarded as a puppet for the throne by his uncle Xiao Wang, and he was drugged by the Western Regions. The specific time was about [-] two years ago.

Strictly speaking, the cards in Luo Hongmei's hand are pretty good, but it's a pity that Ji Ren's backer died too early, and his military power was cut off before he died; the original Qipanzhai can be considered useful, and it will be developed for more than ten or twenty years. Maybe he could rebel and break into Xijing, and Shen Dingwen tried his best to make troubles in the past few days when he passed through, and wiped out this card.

Yan Tong felt that it was more likely that he would be arrested by the Qingzhou government and escorted to Xijing, because he was afraid that the court would feel that there were many dreams in the night, and it would be a knife to press him at the entrance of the vegetable market in Dongning City.

That would be really cool.

...what a fucking headache.

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Yan Tong spent many days in the tavern in Baimu Town like this, thinking that he would be beaten to death if he was caught by Miracle Doctor Fang, he patted the table and yelled for wine.

Fortunately, he had enough money to pay the bill.

When Yan Tong is rarely sober, he will also listen to the words of the people around him.The other drinkers regarded him as an idle drunk, and they didn't avoid him when they spoke. After listening to him for a few days, he got a general idea of ​​the situation on Qipanshan by listening and guessing.

Shen Dingwen declared that Luo Hongmei was sick and bedridden, and that he would act as his agent for all affairs, and then immediately contacted the Qingzhou government to discuss the matter of recruiting security.Jin He and other Qipanzhai elders refused to accept it and insisted on seeing the village owner himself. They have been in a stalemate with Shen Dingwen and others for several days.There is also a group of people headed by military advisers. Although they doubt Shen Dingwen's rhetoric, they are very happy about the recruitment and keep mediating between the two parties.

Yan Tong thought that Li Xiucai still had some loyalty to him, and he didn't forget about his old boss as soon as he heard the recruitment, and then continued to drink and sleep.

Today I finally met an acquaintance.

Not only acquaintance, but also a little hatred.

Cheng Jiao.

When Cheng Jiao entered the tavern, it was rare that Yan Tong was still drunk, so he saw this person at a glance, put down the wine bowl, and threw a chopstick at him.

Cheng Jiao dodged, and the chopstick flew past his shoulder, sneered, and sank into the middle of the street.

Only then did everyone in the tavern realize that the drunk who had been lying on the table for so many days turned out to be a master. They looked at each other with lingering fear on their faces.

Yan Tong didn't have time to care what these people thought, took out another chopstick while Cheng Jiao was dodging, and broke it with his hands, half of the chopstick flew towards Cheng Jiao's left eye, while the other half was hidden under the sleeve.

Cheng Jiao knocked down the chopsticks with a dart, and when he turned his head, he also recognized Yan Tong. He raised his hand and made three darts in the shape of a Chinese character "pin", taking his throat, left and right chest three places.

Yan Tong jumped off the ground and lifted the table in front of him.

Everyone in the tavern was used to watching fights. Seeing this scene, they shrank their heads in unison, and the three darts were nailed to the table raised by Yan Tong without hindrance. all the same.

Then the wine bowls, wine jars and the like slipped to the ground, crackling and shattering.

Yan Tong saw from behind the table that Cheng Jiao was reaching out to get the dart again, he slammed his palm on the back of the table, and the table bumped towards Cheng Jiao.

He jumped up, and he didn't know who drew a knife from his waist.

Cheng Jiao got half of the dart, and saw the table hit him, so he had no choice but to change his moves to block it.

Just when his right arm was barely blocking the table, Yan Tong chopped off the table in mid-air, the tip of the knife came out from the wood, and a long cut was drawn on Cheng Jiao's arm.

He struck so fast that blood even spattered onto the side wall, mixing with old stains.

Cheng Jiao knew that Yan Tong was not easy to change his moves in mid-air, so he hurriedly took a step back, turned around, and flung out the steel whip wrapped around his waist like a poisonous snake, the wind was very harsh.

Yan Tong had chased the three heroes of Cangshan for three days before, and was familiar with Chengjiao's weapon, so when he landed, he first met with the blade.

With the sound of a clash of golden blades, Yan Tong fell to the ground, and the long knife in his hand blocked the steel whip.Cheng Jiao followed closely with a flick of his wrist, and the steel whip wrapped around the knife three times.

Yan Tong drew a circle with his long knife, loosened the steel whip and passed it in with a knife, the tip of the knife hit Cheng Jiao's throat exactly.

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Most of the people in the tavern were hiding under the table at this moment. When they heard the fighting sound stop, they all stuck their heads out to look.

Cheng Jiao lowered his head and took a look at the knife - just for a moment, the blade was curled up a bit, but unfortunately the tip of the knife was still intact, dripping blood dripping down to the ground in front of his feet.

He knew that no matter how kneeling and kowtowing Luo Hongmei would let him go this time, he asked, "Where's your own knife?"

Yan Tong didn't answer, and gently sent the tip of the knife forward.

Cheng Jiao immediately knew that he had asked the right question.People in the martial arts world did not have their personal weapons on their body, so it is conceivable that something serious happened. Seizing the chance of survival, Cheng Jiao followed up and said, "Who is that dog thief? I am the name of the Three Heroes of Cangshan Mountain." It’s not for nothing, I’ll help you get rid of that man, Brother Luo—”

Yan Tong suddenly cut off coldly: "Shut up!"

Cheng Jiao was startled, he didn't know why, and just as he turned his head, the name Luo Hongmei was a wanted criminal by the imperial court, but Yan Tong had already raised his knife, saying indifferently, "...you can go."

"—W-what?"

Yan Tong seemed to want to say no more, shook his head, and threw the knife casually.

He chased and killed Cangshan Sanxiong at the beginning because Sanxiong did evil in his territory and ruined the reputation of Qipanzhai.

...But now that he escaped down the mountain by a secret path, Qipanzhai has nothing to do with him, and he is happily waiting for the court to recruit him, so why should he bother with the old matter of Chengjiao?

Cheng Jiao saw Yan Tong's calm expression, although he knew there must be a story behind it, he was still afraid that the great god would repent, so he hurriedly turned and ran out.

He didn't take two steps, but retreated again.

Outside the door, an official's convoy passed by in a mighty manner, and the vendors on the side of the road hurriedly avoided, not even caring about their stalls being overturned.Everyone in the tavern poked their heads out to look, and Yan Tong followed suit, recognizing that it was the guard of honor of Qingzhou Mansion.

At this moment, a child ran over panting and reported to the tavern manager: "Father, he is going to Qipanshan."

The shopkeeper rubbed the child's head, "Luo Hongmei finally accepted the offer?"

The child responded crisply: "Yes."

The shopkeeper put down his hand, sighed, but couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, and said to the guests piled up at the door: "Guests, it's okay, please continue to eat. Those two righteous men just now—"

Yan Tong suddenly kicked up the knife on the ground and copied it in his hand.

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