Young man, rich and easy to talk

Liu Hua stood guard in front of Tang Wuming's room door for most of the night, and heard knocks from outside several times, and when it was almost dawn, he couldn't hold on anymore.Thinking that he had just quietly ruined a team of people, with Qian Manmen's suspicious and cautious temperament, he would not act rashly again until he found out. Feeling a little relieved, he slept on his stomach on the wooden table next to him for a while.

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Hua, who was sleeping with a backache and aching back, pushed Tang Wuming's room away, and saw an empty wine jar standing in the center, the bedding on the bed was messy, and there was not even a single person in the room. Eye.He thought that someone would come to sneak attack, or rob someone openly, but he didn't expect Tang Wuming to run away by himself.

Liu Hua still didn't believe it, and saw the fat boss stretching his waist to leave in a blink of an eye, he rushed over and asked him where the people in the house went.

The fat man flicked from side to side in a panic, at first he refused to tell, he insisted on being punched by Liu Hua twice before telling the truth, saying that the man sneaked away before dawn.Half of his face was bruised and purple, he raised his head to see Liu Hua's eyes were slightly stern, and immediately squatted aside with his head in his arms, even the incident of Tang Wuming bribing him last night was completely wiped out.

……

broken!

Liu Hua clutched his collar, whether to beat him or not, finally threw him to the ground in anger, turned around and left the inn.

Outside Qiongzhou City, Tang Wuming was riding a mud-colored horse, wearing a hooded cloak that was a circle larger than his figure, and the collar was tightly tied, and the hood covered most of his face .If you don't look carefully, you can't even tell whether the person on the horse is a man or a woman, old or young.

The morning sun was a little dazzling, he pulled the front of the hood down again, looked back at the bustling Qiongzhou city gate, put his legs on the horse's belly, and walked slowly on the official road.

Without eating or drinking, he left the border of Qiongzhou all the way, until he reached a strange fork in the road and saw a tea booth, Tang Wuming recalled that he had run away with dry mouth and tongue, and the few things under his body The inferior stallion bought for two silver coins was even more tired and screamed.

But he didn't dare to stay too long, Liu Yuexue must have noticed that he was gone by now.

If it is true what Yuan Le said, Qian Manmen sent the two of their brothers to monitor him, and he doesn't know what is on him that makes the door peep, but why did the door suddenly change surveillance to arrest?Could it be because the relationship with Qin Xichao was exposed, or something else.

Tang Wuming felt more and more that something was happening little by little. It happened in a place he couldn't see before. After meeting Qin Xichao, he used it as a fulcrum, and suddenly exploded and collapsed, and began to be exposed to the sun section by section.

Ten years ago, he went up to Huhang Mountain barefoot and entered Qianmanmen, of which he was very sure.He still remembers that day, when the snow on the ground was stuck between his feet, and his toes were shining brightly under the sun, he remembered that he was holding the scraps of silver left after buying buns in his hand, and he heard his teacher say, "Life is full of money, and death is full of money." It's a ghost full of money."

Tang Wuming even began to wonder whether the door also regarded him as someone else, for example——the Tang Mu who looked exactly like him but had already been buried in the loess.From the ginkgo garden, it can be seen that Tang Mudang is a young master who knows swordsmanship and has dabbled in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Speaking of which, he and Qin Xichao are really a good-looking couple, compared to him who is ignorant and loves money. The villain who can only run for his life looks much better.

He had to investigate. Four years ago, the investigation began when Yuan Le said "he" was killing outside the Evil Spirit Valley, and that time also happened to be the year Tang Mu was buried.

The man named Tang Mu really lingers, and he will be entangled with Tang Wuming even after he dies.

Thinking of that Tang Mu, Tang Wuming's stomach was full of anger, and his steamed throat became even more dry.A pot of colorless soup was boiling on the lukewarm mound of earth in front of him, and there was a thin layer of broken tea dregs in it.Tang Wuming got off his horse, held the rein in one hand and handed over the copper plate in the other, begging for a bowl of hot tea from the guy who was still stirring the tea soup.

The young man hurriedly glanced at him, paused, and immediately gave him a chipped teacup with a smile on his face.In the past few months, Tang Wuming was used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas by Qin Xi, and making beautiful beds when sleeping. How could he have used such useless utensils.

"Guest officer, don't be disgusted! I set up a stall in this mountain to earn a few copper coins from travelers, and it's not easy to make a living!" The waiter saw him frowning, and wiped the edge of the bowl for him with his sleeves.

It doesn't matter if you wipe it, the dust on the sleeves is swept into the tea.

It is really easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.Tang Wuming struggled for a long time, and licked his somewhat dry lips, thinking that he must still put the bowl to his mouth.

The guy was still smiling, stretching his neck to stare at him, his shrewd eyes came through the gap in front of the bowl.

The tea under his nose was almost tasteless, and Tang Wuming could barely see his face when he lowered his head and the hood covered him.The waiter only saw that his lips were about to touch the rim of the bowl, and before his eyes were overjoyed, he saw his wrist turn suddenly, and the muddy tea splashed all over his face.

"Damn it! It's numb! It's numb!" The juice smeared on his face, and the man stomped his feet and shook his head from side to side, and a rash appeared on his face in a short while.

Tang Wuming's eyes turned serious, he kicked away the guy who was still dancing and wiping his face, jumped on his horse and whipped his whip and left.Ma, can it be non-ma, there is enough poison in it to bring down a bear, although I don't know what kind of poison it is, but if he drinks this bowl, he will be slaughtered with blind eyes.

After galloping for a few miles, the mud horse under him suddenly raised its head and roared, its two front hooves raised suddenly, and Tang Wuming was also thrown off by the frightened horse.

With his feet on the ground, a sharp shadow shot out from the forest beside the road. Unfortunately, he had no defensive weapon in his hand, and the palm-long sharp hidden weapon between his raised head and side face scratched his cheek.Tang Wuming wiped the blood on his face with his thumb, wiped it on the black cloak without daring to look at it, then hurriedly stood up and rolled around a few times, dodging a few iron arrows that came instantly.

"Hey! Brothers, you wait—"

Before he finished shouting, a huge net suddenly opened above his head, Tang Wuming swooped down and couldn't get out, and was directly covered under his head.

"..."

The net is a large black silk net specially made by Qian Manmen, and it is specially used for some tricky tasks. I don't know how many martial arts masters have been caught under this net.If such a net is left for nothing, the steel will not rot, and ordinary swords will not be able to cut at all, let alone Tang Wuming does not have a sharp weapon in his hand at the moment.

The black shadow that jumped down from the tree saw that he was still struggling, and four thick iron nails drove into the ground, completely nailing Xuanwang to the ground.

As a disciple of Qian Manmen, Tang Wuming certainly knows the methods of the sect. Since it is the pursuit order issued by the sect master, he naturally does not ask the method, regardless of the process, but only the results. As long as he cannot be caught one day, Qian Manmen will not give up.

At this time, if he gets involved with outsiders again, he will be involved too much.Originally, he planned to go back to Xuanhang Mountain by himself. There is a saying that he can hide past the first day of the junior high school, but not the fifteenth day. He is in the light and others are in the dark.

After tearing the net a few times, it still didn't move a single bit. Just as he was about to give up and grab him, a large knife with a thin blade came across, and the cold-lighted blade swept straight towards his neck.Tang Wuming fell down in fright, shrank his head to avoid the throat seal and saw the blood, the man saw that his move failed, and immediately raised his sword again.

Tang Wuming suffered from being powerless to resist, so he became anxious for a moment, thinking about it was useless and then swiped his palm. The opponent's knife was hit on the left side of his abdomen, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat and spattered down Tang Wuming's head. on the hood.

The salty blood qi dripped from the brim of the hat, and a strand of sticky hair fell on Tang Wuming's forehead. The qi under his palm seemed to be as smooth as soldiers attacking an unguarded place, and suddenly surged in his dantian. There was a burst of joy, which made him withdraw his palm solemnly, and then he was about to lose his breath again!

"Stop!" A clear male voice sounded from behind, and kicked the man in black with the knife before Tang Wuming dropped his palm.The man in black flew out and hit the tree trunk, and because of Tang Wuming's palm, he spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

The person behind shouted again, "What did I say, catch alive, catch alive, do you understand?"

Hearing the angry shout, the man in black turned over and knelt on the ground covering his stomach. After knocking his head a few times, he didn't dare to lift it up, trembling all over, "This subordinate knows his mistake, this subordinate knows his mistake... this subordinate... ..." After a pause, he turned his head to look at the knife in his hand, and put it on his neck, "This subordinate apologizes with death!"

As he said that, he exerted force on the side of his neck with the knife, and a flying stone hit his wrist directly, and the thin knife fell to the ground with a clang.

The man paced over, lifted the clothes that had been slapped on his stomach, and laughed twice, "It seems that you can't die yet." Then he asked others to take him down, turned around and squatted down to Tang Wuming in front of.

The person in the net grasped the ground with both hands, his fingertips trembling, and kept his head down.

The killer who was ordered to take the man in black turned around and waved his hand slightly into the woods. A carriage tremblingly pulled out from the depths with a clattering sound.

Tang Wuming tightened his hands, but he couldn't restrain the heat from his chest to his fingertips, especially after he slapped him out of breath just now, his mind was even more chaotic.He heard the sound of wheels grinding against the dirt floor, heard someone talking.

"Hello." It was the same man.

Tang Wuming shook his head twice, wanting to respond.

But the man was more impatient than him, he jumped over the mysterious net and grabbed the hood on top of his head, even the hair under the hood was tightly held in the palm of his hand, and he pulled back against his neck, forcing Tang Wuming to look up. Start to see him.

Sunlight poured down from behind the man, and the silver mask covered most of his face.

The killer standing next to the man was startled when he saw the face under the hood, "No—" he didn't yell out, and shut his mouth immediately after being stared at by the man.

Hearing the exclamation, Tang Wuming slightly turned his head to look, even though he was wearing a mask, he had seen that face for ten years, it was Yuan Ping.

"Catch it if you want..." Tang Wuming turned his eyes and stared at the man in front of him.

The man's hand became heavier, and the man under his hand took a deep breath as the roots of his hair were hurting. He looked at Tang Wuming's slightly red eyes, and then followed his occasionally rolling throat. go down.The half of the man's mouth exposed outside the mask suddenly pulled into a smile, and just about to open his mouth to say something, Tang Wuming's chest contracted and rolled, and he squeezed out a mouthful of bright red from his lips.

"Oh, it looks like you hit yourself with that palm." Seeing him sweating profusely, the man couldn't help laughing at him, and wiped Tang Wuming's stained red chin with his other hand. I rubbed it between my fingers a few times and showed it to him, "Look, I'm vomiting blood."

Tang Wuming frowned, the sudden sight of blood made him feel even more panicked and uncomfortable, but he couldn't move a bit because his hair was being grabbed.

"You...let me go..."

The man thought for a while, nodded and smiled, "Okay, then let you go." After he finished speaking, he let go of the hood in his hand, but knocked down Yuan Ping beside him with a swift kick, and pulled out the hood. The scimitar at the waist pierced hard into Yuan Ping's left arm.

Yuan Ping didn't dare to scream at all, and let out a low and muffled sound in his throat.

"Yuan Ping!" Tang Wuming yelled, and looked up at the murderer fiercely, "Shouldn't he be your subordinate!"

The man wiped the scimitar clean and looked down at him, "My subordinate is good, but he is a subordinate who is not good enough to deceive me!"

"You—" He just opened his mouth, Yuan Ping moved his left hand with difficulty to touch his fingers, and shook his head slightly to tell him not to speak again.Tang Wuming was trapped in the net, he couldn't do anything but watch Yuan Ping suffer, he was really anxious, "... Yuan Ping, how are you?"

Yuan Ping still shook his head, and curled his lips to indicate that he was fine.

How is it all right!How could there be nothing wrong with bleeding so much!

Tang Wuming was in a hurry, tearing off a piece of his own cloak material, holding a net on his head, trying to reach out his hand to stop the bleeding.

Blood……

Before covering Yuan Ping's wound with his hands, Tang Wuming whimpered twice, and fell over with his eyes blank.

With the corner of his mouth curled up, the man retracted the scimitar to his waist, raised his foot and kicked the limp body in the net, "Hey, it's still so useless!"