This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 17
"Father, I'm back."

Shang Luo groaned weakly, then poured a basin of water to remove the fake beard on her face, revealing a delicate and delicate face, but her vitality was gone and she was a little confused.

"You still know how to come back!"

The big man with a turban came out of the room angrily, with a beard and tiger eyes, at first glance he was full of banditry, and he didn't look like a kind person at all.

The big man grabbed Shang Luo by the back of the collar and lifted her up: "Tell me about you, you have nothing to do as a thief, you really lost the face of the master, that's not counting, it's not far from Huashan Mountain You ran thousands of miles to the south of the Yangtze River to catch you, how dare you go out! Ah?!"

"Isn't it because the skills you've taught me don't work?" Shang Luo couldn't help retorting.

It’s okay if you don’t talk about it, but when you talk about it, the big man is even more angry, blowing his beard and staring: "It’s obvious that you, a stinky girl, cheated and played tricks when practicing kung fu, and my master’s ability is one of the best in the world. How could you ruin it like this?" Already!"

"There's no one who practices kung fu all day long." Shang Luo, whose face was sprayed with saliva, said disgustedly, "Just try to fool me. Someday your daughter will be beaten up."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Finally realizing that Shang Luo's mood was wrong, the big man put her down and asked in a bad tone: "What's the matter, is this being bullied?!"

Only then did Shang Luo tell the big man about meeting Lu Hanjiang at the end.

"Hmph, these lackeys of the government will want them to look good sooner or later."

The man spoke fiercely, but he also knew that he was against Jin Yiwei, so he couldn't afford it with his weight, so he said in a deep voice: "According to what he said, he probably didn't take you little thief seriously, let's not fight him Forget about it, you just happened to be staying at home for a few days."

"Know how to play tricks." Shang Luo curled her lips and muttered in a low voice. She is poor in skill, but she is not stupid. She knows the consequences of going against Jin Yiwei, so she just loses her temper.

The man hummed in embarrassment, then picked up Shang Luo, and began to urge her to practice kung fu well, and the two of them just slammed each other down and practiced kung fu slowly.

On the other side, Lu Hanjiang checked Shang Luo's background.

Knowing the origin of the name, it is much more convenient to look up the person. The brand of Beizhen Fusi is easy to use anywhere, and Lu Hanjiang easily found her from the local household registration.

"Shang Luo, Li Shan, father and daughter have different surnames."

Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows. In this case, either Li Shan is a married businessman, or they are not father and daughter at all. Intuitively speaking, he prefers the latter.

"Unlikely to be a coincidence"

Lu Hanjiang pinched his chin and hesitated, whether he should come to meet him or not. Since the identity is fake, the name is probably fake as well, but martial arts cannot be faked, and there are some things that can be known once you try it.

After thinking about it again and again, Lu Hanjiang decided that one more thing would be better than one less thing. Shang Jidao had already quietly tricked him, and getting involved again would be against his principles of life.

After all, what does it have to do with him.

After casually flipping through some records and covering up the traces left by him, Lu Hanjiang went straight back to the inn, watching all the excitement that should be watched today.

Mr. Gong threatened to hold a banquet for three days in a row to call out the robber, but because Qi Li couldn't find any clues, he stayed in Fulu Building like a good man, waiting for the thief to come to his door.

Not only that, but even Liu Yishou pinned his hopes on the self-esteem of the robber saint after searching for nothing, pretending to dress up and squatting in the Fulu Tower.

It's just a pity that the real Saint Thief was beaten by Lu Hanjiang long ago and went home.

As a result, the Saint Thief did not show up for three consecutive days, and there were countless abusers in the Fulu Building. Master Gong felt that he was the one who forced the Saint Thief to dare not show up, so he vented his anger and was really pleased.

But the other two were not in a good mood. The reputation of Thief Saint plummeted, and Qi Li also chose to leave. Although he didn't want it to end like this, but if they didn't show up, what could he do.

It is conceivable how disappointed Qi Li got nothing, but Liu Yishou was very annoyed, the agreed date was approaching, and now, Qianhu was doomed to miss him.

At this time, Ying Wushang, after many days of chasing and intercepting, had already forced the swordsman into a dilapidated mountain temple.

Ying Wushang pushed with both palms, and the fierce inner strength knocked the swordsman to the ground, and the overbearing palm shattered the crumbling wooden doors on both sides.

The mountain temple was dilapidated, and it was no longer possible to tell which god was enshrined in it. Ying Wushang forced the swordsman to the corner, and took advantage of the situation to pull out the Xiuchun knife and put it on the opponent's neck.

"Wang Da is in charge, you should be more honest, or I should take your head back, choose for yourself."

"Bah." Spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, the swordsman surnamed Wang didn't even look at the shining Xiuchun knife on his neck, he grinned and said: "The skills are not as good as others, this time it's my fault, if you want to kill or cut it up, hate it I'm also a master of Wandaomen, but I fell into the hands of a dog official like you."

"You are just a gangster, what are you pretending to be a hero?" Ying Wushang looked at the swordsman sarcastically and said, "Besides, Wandaomen is long gone, don't look at me with that kind of look, it's not the court if you are destroyed Let you have nothing to do to tease those righteous sects."

The swordsman stared wide-eyed, and simply closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"No last words?" Ying Wushang shook his head boredly, raised his arm, and raised the knife in his hand to chop off the swordsman's head.

Suddenly, a flash of blood appeared, and the hairs all over Ying Wushang's body instantly stood up. Almost instinctively, he turned the blade around and slashed behind him. The blood-colored blade fell, and there was an ominous sound of wind around him, as if ghosts were howling, terrifying. extreme.

"puff!"

Blood spurted from Ying Wushang's mouth, and the person flew out of the mountain temple. The power of this knife was so frightening.

He didn't even dare to look back at the person who brought out the sword, he threw the sword with his right hand at the swordsman, betting that the person who came was someone that the swordsman knew well, and he would save the enemy who attacked, and immediately took out the crossbow with his left hand Shoots backwards.

With both hands, the next saber flashed, and it didn't come towards him. After earning some life, Ying Wushang ran away without looking back.

"Hmph, rat." The man who drew the knife looked at Ying Wushang's disappearing figure with disdain, but did not chase after him.

In the half-collapsed mountain temple, when the swordsman saw the visitor, he knelt down excitedly regardless of his own injuries: "I have seen the sect master!"

Staring at the swordsman for a long time, the man said: "Wang Laojiu, there is a saying that the rat said is true. The Wandaomen is indeed gone. I am just a butcher who sells pork now. It has long been nothing. The door owner."

"Sect Master." Hearing what the man said, a man surnamed Swordsman Wang burst into tears, sobbing and speechless.

"Okay, crying and crying, it's really annoying," the man waved his hands impatiently, and after another long silence, he said in a low voice: "When Wandaomen was in trouble, I was sorry for you brothers. Today I saved your life. It can be regarded as paying off the debt, don't show off in the future, and live an honest life."

After all, regardless of how the swordsman shouted, the man disappeared within a few breaths.

(End of this chapter)