Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 34

even even
We will be friends for a hundred years
That 97-year-old died
Naiheqiao waited for three years

Six-fingered thief Zhu Kongkong, rewarded with one hundred taels of silver.

"Get him." Zhang Zhoucong photographed Zhang's wanted order, "He stole the jade Buddha head offered by the commander of Jin Yiwei at home and replaced it with a pig's head! It's too much! You must get him."

Mo Qingshan nodded and looked carefully at the face on the wanted list. There was actually a dog face painted, or a particularly ugly dog ​​face, "There are people in the world who look like this, what does it mean to paint a dog face?"

"No one knows what Zhu Kongkong looks like. The commander said that we should post it all over the streets and alleys, so that the world will know that Zhu Kongkong has a stinky face and force him to prove himself. This is the aggressive method in the 36 tactics. I Felt very wise."

"He's a thief, why does he have to prove his identity for you to catch?" He Chunxia shook his head again and again.

"Uh" Zhang Zhouzhu suddenly lowered his voice, "Zhu Kongkong is extremely arrogant, and every time he steals, he will deliberately leave a six-finger ink palm print in front of other people's doors to signal that he will come, within three days, he will steal this house. , never missed. Now this palm print is on the gate of the casino of the lucky square. The three of us caught this blessing in the evening, the old rules, the reward for you to share, just give the girl in the shirt, the credit goes to me, the commander is one I'm happy, maybe I will be promoted to a thousand households like my senior brother, ah, Zhang Qianhu, you will have a face when you hear it."

"Would you like to call the second young master of Qi?" Mo Qingshan blushed slightly, thinking about it and opening her mouth.

"Qi Ershao definitely doesn't have time. There are too many cases in the capital these days. He is too busy to attend the class." He Chun Xia got up, "Let's go, there must be a lot of people in the casino, let's go. Let's go and see if there are any good treasures to steal."

"In just one month, there have been two Tianzi gambling games in a row, and the rivers and lakes have changed drastically. I am afraid that a new era will be ushered in." Sima Jue sat on the third floor of Dengjin Building and drank tea in the middle of the fourteenth month, "Chu Youzhi I was invited to sit here with a lot of money, why did the fourteenth brother come here?"

"Of course I'm here to catch Zhu Kongkong, I have to ask him to help me steal something back." In the middle of April, he said, "Recently, the newcomers who have become famous in the arena are quite irritable, they only steal from the rich and tycoons. Leave six-finger ink marks, only steal one treasure at a time, and never take more. According to what Mr. Sima saw, Zhu Kongkong took a fancy to the treasure in the building."

"That's why Zhu Kong is in trouble and only steals from the rich and tycoons. There must be more than one treasure in the family. The ghost knows that he is going to steal that one. Among the bets in this Tianzi gambling game, the most valuable is the psychic bet by the Tenfang Chamber of Commerce. Baoyu, but from what I can see, what Zhu Kongkong is looking at should be Zhu Zhishan's Poetry for Fishing." Sima Jue said. "Zhu Zhishan, the fourth genius of Wuzhong, a great calligrapher, practiced calligraphy and waist. Few people know that he is also a master of Qinggong. It is said that his calligraphy has a wonderful meaning and records some kind of mysterious footwork."

"Oh? I'm so ignorant." In the middle of the fourteenth month, he stared, repeatedly amazed.

"I'm talking nonsense." Sima Jue pointed to the pile of books around him, "Zhu Zhishan is also a six-fingered, and his surname is Zhu, he should be the ancestor of Zhu Kongkong, I invited Chu Youzhi to come to about twenty books, It’s all piled up here, if I wish Kongkong came, I can’t take them all away, and it takes a lot of time to distinguish the true and false one by one, so I can safely hide the other treasures by my side. He drew his sword proudly, the scabbard was not a black jade sword, the blade shone with cold light, the blue and white sword pattern, the best sword, the sword pendant was even more rounded glass like teardrops, and then turned slightly to the side, revealing the black and translucent piece on the belt. The black gem, he had to undress again, waved his hand in mid-April, "I know, I know."

Chu Youzhi walked up to the third floor, "Golden Sword Exhibition Second Press Wushan Sword into the gambling game."

"Mrs. Butterfly presses the secret book "Painting Rain and Fog Mountain" into the gambling game." He Chunxia and Mo Qingshan followed behind them. The two carefully came over with two treasures in their hands.

"This time, the Tianzi gambling game is open to the whole river and lake. Even the flow of gold and silver of millions of taels is only suitable for the second floor. The most prominent arena celebrities and the most precious rare treasures can only enter the third floor. The law is also different, who is betting on who will be the master of the Qiushui sword, the one with the highest odds, Wu Ma Kun from the Great Power Escort, Kuang Lansheng, a master of the big house, and the Twelve Ancient Books of Peach Blossom."

"The rules on the third floor, you can only bet on one person in the game, you can't be the same as everyone else, the person who wins will get most of the treasures of the rivers and lakes, and the person who bets the second bet on the Golden Knife Exhibition is Yu Danfeng." Chu Youzhi found a seat After putting away the treasures in the hands of He Chunxia and Mo Qingshan, Zhang Zhouyu went upstairs, "Sister, I bet you 50 taels just now, come on, you win, and fifty taels will become five hundred. I'll treat you to something delicious."

He Chunxia went upstairs and saw countless gold and silver jewelry, and he was also a little tempted, "You lend me ten taels, and you will bet on me." Mo Qingshan frowned when he heard this, then thought about it, and asked Chu Youzhi, "If you want to press me Qingshan, what are the odds below."

"Unknown people in the world will all pay one hundred." Chu Youzhi smiled and looked up and down at Mo Qingshan, "I'm sorry, but I forgot that you are the granddaughter of Mr. Mo, then pay ten?"

Mo Qingshan smiled wryly, "I'm not well-known either, so I'll pay one hundred taels, and I'll give myself 50 taels."

Chu Youzhi nodded at her, "It's interesting to say, Sister Bai bet a long time ago, betting on Miss Chunxia for a full 1 taels. If I hadn't stopped her, she would have taken the Suxue sword to the three From upstairs."

Shi Niang seems like this is really something she can do. He Chun Xia subconsciously clenched the Su Xue sword around her waist, and while talking and laughing in the middle of the fourteenth month, Sima Jue and Si Ma Jue also came over to see the "Painting Rain and Mist Mountain" and the Wushan Sword, sighing for a while. .The Wushan Heart Method and Wushan Sword, which have been passed down from generation to generation by the Wushan Sword Master, are now scattered and made a bet.

Mrs. Butterfly Mo Qingshan remembered the back figure in the rain. Mo Qingshan was holding a big umbrella and looked at her in the rain. Her forehead was full of wrinkles, her white hair was white, she was standing in the rain with a sword, and she danced with the sword. She was extremely elegant. Dancing back to the umbrella, hair and clothes, no rain.

If a woman wants to think about her own life and death, she can only rely on one thing.

sword.

She gently stroked the whip marks on Mo Qingshan's body, "Your grandfather, knife mouth knife heart, I was beaten by him for eight years, and eight years later I won him with a sword, and I will never live for others again."

"You have to be the sharpest sword in the world, and one day you have to beat him."

Live for yourself.

Someone patted her lightly, Mo Qingshan silently grabbed the man's hand, woke up, it was He Chunxia.

"The note under "Painting the Rain and Mist Mountain" is the name of the person Madam Butterfly bet on. Let's read it together."

Take away the cheats.

Mo Qingshan.

"Something happened!" Someone came up the third floor, "Something happened to Moyu Villa!"

"My Cuihong!?" Sima Jue paled in shock.The rest of the crowd looked at each other, not knowing who Cuihong was, He Chunxia silently said, "Bird."

"Cuihong!" Sima Jue hurried downstairs, the servant was panting, and then he spoke slowly, "Someone broke into the Moyu Villa to kill. Die. Die."

"Moyu Villa now has Mr. Mo in charge. Who do you think is dead, who is the one who came?" Middle of the fourteenth month frowned.

"Master Mo."

died.

　Zhang's line comes from the movie "Liu Sanjie".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)