flapping wings

Receiving Wei Chen's gentle gaze, Wei Yanzhi puffed out his mouth in displeasure, and begged in a low voice: "Okay, Ah Chen, I don't dare."

After Mu Xiaoque heard the "Achen", she glanced at the master and apprentice calmly, then pretended to be innocent and fiddled with the copper coins in her hand, and at the same time patted Qi Ping's increasingly dishonest hand.

Seeing Qi Ping's heartless look, not taking advantage of enough, he patted the other person's shoulder sympathetically, and at the same time said "ignorance is bliss" in his heart.

"You two haven't finished whispering?" Qi Ping stared dissatisfiedly, and blamed Wei Yanzhi: "How old are you, and you are still so clinging to Master? What's going on? Can you still talk?"

"It's not all your fault!" Wei Yanzhi scolded back in a low voice: "I didn't go back to the mountain to make it clear about such a big matter. Now that it's all over, we still have to wipe your ass for you."

"Go back if you have something to say." Wei Chen raised his hand to stop the two people from arguing, and smiled warmly at everyone, "Now that the matter is clear, the wife of the Qi family will be handed over to the government under the command of the wild sparrow. Disciple has traveled a long distance here, and I am a little tired, so I will leave first."

Before leaving, Wei Chen looked at Zhou Mingde again, smiled meaningfully and said, "Brother Mingde, we will meet later."

Mu Xiaoque saw that Wei Chen had no plans to stay in Zhou's house, so she had more guesses in her heart.

He simply led the pair of master and apprentice to another house set up by Ye Que in Yunhe City to settle down.

Wei Chen sat at the table and took a sip of warming tea, then glanced out the window.

Mu Xiaoque was leaning against the door frame and standing at the door. Seeing this, he said coldly: "Your Excellency has followed us all the way, don't you plan to show up?"

Qi Ping leaned on Mu Xiaoque's shoulder and stretched his neck to look out. Before long, a delicate and gentle face appeared from the wall, facing them from a distance.

"Xiaobao, long time no see," Mu Xiaoque said without any emotion on his face, as if he met a friend he didn't know very well, and greeted him routinely.

Qi Ping sighed, seeing Xiaobao's unburned face again, he felt inexplicable, he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

"I'm not Xiaobao." Xiaobao sat on the wall, tilting his head slightly to avoid the eyes of the two of them: "Xiaobao, who was in trouble with you, died a long time ago, and died in the fire in Beishan."

Qi Ping's mind went blank for a moment, his throat was slightly choked, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced a smile: "You don't have to curse yourself like this just to ask for our forgiveness, do you?"

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Mu Xiaoque suddenly grabbed Qi Ping's shoulders and hugged him in her arms. In the next moment, hot tears dripped on his neck and slid down his neck.

"I'm sorry, except for us bad guys, no one survived the fire. In order to get close to you, I pretended to be Xiaobao."

Xiao Bao lowered his head, patted the dust on his trousers, picked up a stone from the wall and squeezed it in his hands, guiltily said: "Except for me, the other bad guys are all dying now."

As he spoke, he pulled out a long sword from behind, stroked the plain scabbard lightly, shook his head and said, "This is his sword, and now it's time to return it."

Mu Xiaoque followed Qi Ping's trembling back, "Why did Zhou Mingwen do this?"

"Because Beishan is also involved in this matter," Xiaobao still didn't dare to look into Mu Xiaoque's eyes, but just lowered his head, picking at the front of his clothes with his fingers.

He explained in a muffled voice: "The proprietress in the Beishan restaurant in Guanlan City and the lady of the Qi family are sworn sisters on the surface, but in fact all the information about the Qi family is reported there first, and then passed on to the family without a surname. Zhou Mingwen's move I want to use this as a warning to Beishan."

Yong'an City, Beishan Inn, early autumn, full moon

Xiaobao drank the last sip of bittern plum water, opened the door and looked into the next room. It has been more than an hour, it is still dark there, and no one has come back.

He thought of the two people who were like enemies, and sighed slightly, wondering when they would become close and loving.

I glanced at the entire corridor, and the dim candlelight shone through the window paper, reflecting on the corridor. In the dead of night, it added a bit of loneliness.

Xiaobao went back to the room and locked the door, rinsed his mouth with tea, and then lay down on the bed. He picked up the sword beside the pillow and looked at it for a while by the candlelight.

On the inconspicuous part of the sword body, there is a crooked "treasure" character engraved, and I remembered what the master always said to him: "When I picked you up, you were so small, smaller than my finger, ha ha , but crying so much that the whole bamboo basket trembled, it was so powerful!"

"Others say you are a little burden, but I don't believe it, so I named you "Little Treasure" to piss them off. Sure enough, you are a treasure! Since I was a child, I only urinate on others and not on me, so I pissed them off!"

Xiao Bao held the sword in his arms, he missed Master, and wondered if Master was doing well, whether he had returned to the mountain, and whether he was angry with him.

With a long sigh, he only hoped that this matter could be over quickly and go back to reunite with Master as soon as possible.

With his ears focused on listening to the movement around him, he fell asleep with the sword in his arms.

"Hero, spare your life! Hero, spare your life! I'll give you all the money I have on me. If it's not enough, I can send it to my servants. Please, please spare the villain's life, woohoo, spare the villain... "

Xiaobao woke up from his sleep in an instant, and looked towards the door vigilantly, only to see a huge black shadow shaking on the window paper.

There was a faint creaking sound of the wooden boards bearing the weight outside, Xiao Bao tiptoed out of bed, walked to the door lightly and poked through the window paper to look out.

His pupils constricted suddenly, and he couldn't help getting goosebumps all over his body. There were already a lot of twisted corpses piled up in the winding corridor. Their lips were purple, and their eyes were bloodshot.

One was staring straight at him!

Xiaobao took a breath, licked his slightly dry lips, took advantage of the moment when there was no one in the corridor, he immediately got out, went to Mu Xiaoque's room and gently pushed the door.

The door opened slightly, and Xiao Bao had some bad premonitions in his heart. He looked in, but before he could see the whole picture, suddenly a soft object hit the back of his foot.

He was so shocked that his mind went blank, and he looked down with his hands and feet straightened.

I saw a fat middle-aged man in silk and satin who was looking at him with his neck up and his eyes full of despair, with blood trickling from his throat.

Squeak!

In the next room, there was an overwhelmed sound from the aged floorboards.

Little Treasure's mind was blank, he moved the fat man's body and hid in the room. The moment a bloody shoe tip leaked out of the door, the door slowly closed from the inside.

Squeak!

When the door was closed with only a crack left, there was a harsh sound suddenly as the bearing turned.

A man in handyman's clothes came out of a door not far away with a knife in his hand. Hearing the sound, he looked to the left vigilantly, only to see that the door of the next room was blown out again by the wind.

Feeling a little unlucky, he spat on the ground, looked around for a moment, continued to walk to the next closed door with a cold face, and looked from behind, and could see a big tear behind his sleeve.

When there was no more movement in the corridor, Xiao Bao threw the body on the ground, raised his slightly sore arms to wipe the sweat from his head, and slipped out through the crack of the door.

Then he stooped and walked towards the room of the two disciples of the Taishan School. When passing by his own room, he glanced sideways and couldn't help speeding up his pace.

The door was easily pushed open again, and Xiaobao's heart almost jumped out of his throat, but at the moment when his mind was blank, a sword attacked his face.

Xiaobao was afraid of making a noise, so he didn't dare to raise the sword to catch it head-on, and stretched out his hand to hold the sword point, ignoring the bleeding hand, and whispered: "Miss Xuanya, it's me."

"what!"

"Hush!" Xiaobao hurried into the room, exchanged glances with the two disciples of Taishan Sect, and said solemnly, "I'm afraid this inn has been completely controlled by the villains."

Xuan Ya couldn't help but lowered her head and wiped her eyes, then asked weakly: "Are we going to die?"

Xiaobao casually wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes. Even though he was equally scared, he still forced himself to imitate Mu Xiaoque's calm and composed appearance, and shook his head firmly, "Don't be afraid, I will go out."

"Guard the door," he ordered, went to the window and punctured the window paper, carefully observed the situation outside under the moonlight, the inn was surrounded, and they really became a prisoner.

There were footsteps outside the door, and a layer of sweat broke out on Xiaobao's forehead. He couldn't control his hands and feet feeling weak, and he turned around and suggested, "There are guards outside, and I want to escape. I'm afraid we'll need to gather the remaining men in the inn first."

The three teenagers forced themselves to be calm, and Xiaobao arranged a plan based on what he had just observed. Taking advantage of the empty space in the corridor, they divided into three groups to find hope of survival.

There is no unparalleled road, and there are really many people gathered, there are merchants who take goods, there are disciples from small sects, and there are unknown individual tourists...

The only regret is that there is no extraordinary person who is strong in martial arts and can lead the overall situation. Xiaobao pondered for a while secretly, and quickly figured out the key points.

The gangsters chose this time on purpose. They are different from their predecessors in the Jianghu. They have little experience, low martial arts, better uniforms, and are less likely to make mistakes when committing crimes.

squeak~

The voice in the corridor sounded again, and the three people found empty rooms to hide in quickly. Xiaobao didn't close the door quietly until he saw that there was no one in the corridor.

At this moment, on the other side, Xuanya looked at the frightened child beside her, with sympathy and sorrow flashing across her brows.

Now the people who are still alive in the inn have been assembled, according to Xiaobao's plan, the next step is to lead those people with slightly higher martial arts to rush out to attract the enemy.

I and my brother led another group of people to climb down from the window quietly, and then found the enemy's gap and waited for an opportunity to escape from the encirclement.

However, for these disadvantaged groups who do not have martial arts, which account for a large proportion, it is obviously still extremely difficult to go down from the second floor.

She raised her head and searched in the room. When she saw the quilt thrown on the bed, her eyes lit up, and she quickly walked towards the bed with very light steps.

At this moment, a child suddenly tilted his head. He squatted on the ground and tugged at the leg of the adult next to him, and whispered, "Daddy, there is someone under the bed."

Accompanied by that immature child's voice, the person under the bed jumped out like a frightened beast and bit Xuan Ya's leg.

Deng!

The sound of heavy footsteps on the ground exploded like thunder, and the creaking and creaking outside the door stopped immediately.

The blood on Xuanya's face faded away.

"Don't want me to die for you trash, don't think about it!"

After half an hour, everyone was wiped out.

In the early hours of the morning, a fire swept through the Beishan Inn. After Zhou Mingwen learned the whole story from Zhang Rumeng, he entered the scene of the fire and snatched Xiaobao's sword and handed it to Qianmian.

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"Qian Mian, come here and explain," Wei Yanzhi waved at Qian Mian who was sitting on the wall without moving, "You're pretty good at jumping on the mountain, why are you so honest this time?"

Qianmian glared at Wei Yanzhi angrily, then lowered his head and said, "If Zhou Mingwen could have gone earlier, maybe Xiaobao wouldn't die. He still cares about you two, and he has saved you several times. Your life."

"An anonymous reward for being nice to us?" Mu Xiaoque rubbed her palm against Qi Ping's hair, feeling filled with emotion for a moment, who would have thought that the person who kept saving them was the mastermind who chased and killed them all the way.

Xiaobao frowned suspiciously when he heard Mu Xiaoque's words, "He chased and killed you two just to get revenge through your hands, and he never issued an anonymous reward."