This witch, please stay

Chapter 35
A round bright moon hangs high in the middle of the sky, silently swaying the bright moonlight. There are few pedestrians on the secluded path, only three young people are walking leisurely on the road, and the distant The looming voice of the big watch reverberated faintly.

Feeling the "desolation" of being in the street, Jiang Sinan sighed vaguely, guessing that the three of them were still far away from the destination.

Sighing, he glanced at the peer next to him who was "recovering from a serious illness" without any trace, and secretly cursed "big garlic" in his heart.

Damn, he still looks like a human being, but when it comes to going to a brothel, he is more positive than reincarnating from a starving ghost!
Then he looked at Jia Xianren, who was drowsy on the other side because he was pulled out in the middle of the night, his face sank slightly, and he felt like if he walked so slowly, it would be dawn when he walked. sorrow.

Xun Ming, who had been paying attention to Jiang Sinan all the time, naturally saw the almost undisguised pain in Jiang Sinan's face. After thinking about it, he felt that it was indeed a little inappropriate to go to the brothel in the early morning, so It was a twist of the wrist, and a golden talisman of ordinary material was drawn out.

After seeing the talisman, Jiang Sinan frowned, and looked at Xun Ming in surprise and joy.

Huo, there are so many good things about this kid.

It was "somewhat" unexpected, because in the previous mansion, Jiang Sinan had already found some traces left by the use of talisman seals. The same signs of spiritual power flow can show one or two.

Not to mention that under the sword "Moon Man Qing Jue", there is still a "mark" left by Xun Ming's previous backhand.

It's not that Jiang Sinan, as a young suzerain, doesn't have talisman seals. In fact, the opposite is true. There are quite a few talisman seals in his square-inch ring. For monks who don’t have much research, it’s just a thing outside of the body. When they really reach a high place, it’s easy to backfire in battle, so most monks just have some auxiliary battles around them, or collect one or two cards with amazing killing power. The talisman seal is used as the bottom card.

And Xun Ming belongs to the ranks of monks who have already walked a short distance on the journey of talismans, but he also naturally knows the truth of being greedy, so he only regards talismans as a hobby on the road of practice, and at the same time Take one or two in daily life and battle for your own convenience.

This is the case at this time. A simple "speed running talisman" can be easily drawn by even a talisman formation master who has just started, but it is very useful at this time.

Do you want to say that Jiang Sinan doesn't have a better talisman?Then he can just take out a higher-level "Shenxing Talisman" and smash it on the face of the person who said that, and then add another sentence, "I still have it, old man, do you want to look at it again?" look?".

It's just that that kind of talisman seal is obviously not something that a frail scholar like Jia Xianren can use, so he has a look of surprise.

This also somewhat coincides with the old saying: "There is no waste, only inappropriate."

But before Jiang Sinan raised his brows for a long time, Xun Ming flicked his wrist and pasted the "Speed ​​Walking Talisman" that he had "opened" on the scholar's calf, ready to explain something to him While paying attention, the sound of fists and feet clashing gradually became clear in the gradually subsiding night wind.

As a mortal, Jia Xianren naturally couldn't hear such a small sound, so he looked at his two benefactors abruptly, and looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and then He felt that there was an extra hand on his shoulder, and then his eyes flickered, and he was shocked by the strong dizziness that he had come to the top of the wall all of a sudden, which made him lower his body slightly while being surprised, For fear of accidentally falling off the wall.

The high courtyard wall blocked the moonlight, and surrounded a narrow dead end alley with shadows. In the alley, there were constant sounds of fists and feet. A young man who looked like a cook held his head in his hands, his body was bent like a hot pot. The shrimp rolled over and over among a group of five or six men with ferocious expressions.

"Fucking bitch, let you pay some money to repay your stubbornness, right?"

"I see you are tough-tongued or hard-boned?"

A group of big men kept swearing while relentlessly stepping on their feet. Seeing that the young man surrounded on the ground had stopped rolling on the ground, Jia Xianren was still shaking his legs on the top of the wall just now. All of a sudden, I was in a hurry, and I wanted to stop him no matter what.

Don't care if he stops him or not!
But just as he was about to speak, Jiang Sinan, who looked like he was watching a lively scene, covered his mouth casually. He subconsciously turned his eyes away and looked at him inquiringly. The benefactor next to him who didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

This man was almost killed!
Then he just looked at Jiang Sinan and rolled his eyes, then pointed in the direction of the alley.

There was a hand-pushed wonton trolley, blocking the alley, and one could tell that the group of ruthless men were not new arrivals, and that wonton trolley should be the one bent on the ground. The young people's food has made a living.

At this time, a figure in white clothes crossed the cart blocking the door at some point and appeared in the alley.

A fear that seemed to come from the depths of instinct disappeared in a flash. The few big men who kept walking around the young man suddenly felt their hearts tighten, and then turned around in unison to look at the entrance of the alley. I saw the young man dressed as a scholar in white pull out an ordinary folding fan from his waist, and opened it by his side with a "snap", and then seemed to suddenly remember something, but after a light shake, "snap" again He put it away in front of him and held it in his hand.

The big man in the lead frowned slightly, and even bent slightly with the eye-catching scar that ran through half of his forehead.

In the middle of the night, where did the scholar die?Didn't I block the alley?
However, the scholar's next move was a bit unexpected to that "Brother Scar" who enjoyed a fierce reputation in a few nearby alleys. He didn't mean to talk nonsense at all. , that is, he made a very sour bow in the eyes of the big man, and said:

"Several big brothers, kindness makes money. I have ten taels of silver here, and I am willing to donate it to the big brothers for buying wine. Can you let the brother on the ground go today?"

As he said that, the scholar took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and handed it out.

Looking at the silver ingot in the scholar's hand, and then looking at the leader of the scholar, I felt an indescribable strange feeling for a while, since it was strange how such a bold scholar dared to come here at night Meddling in the alley, I wonder how this nosy scholar can do things so neatly.

It's different from what those storytellers on the street say!

And he always had a vague illusion that the scholar seemed to be in a hurry.

But it's weird, it didn't stop the big men from staring at the silver ingot in the slightest.

The "land rent" of the monthly payment, so there is no such a treasure, and it has to be divided among five or six people!
A weak scholar who can take out ten taels of silver at will, isn't he just like a walking purse?
Although the big guy in the lead was more thoughtful than the rough guys under him, but after looking at the white money a few more times, he quickly put that worry behind him.

Damn it, even if it's a ghost, I still have to leave the silver to Lao Tzu today!

　Sorry, the status of these two chapters is indeed a bit poor, and the writing is very bad
　　
　
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