The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 165 Fang Yingkan, Seven Lords

At noon that day, Chen Zhuo took an umbrella out of Pain Lane, passed Pain Street, and finally arrived at Sweet Water Lane.

Drizzling Long Street, Fireworks and Willow Alley.

There are vermilion columns and green tiles on the side of the street, there are many restaurants, and there are restaurants everywhere.

"There are so many things that I want to talk about... New Lai Shou, it's not drinking due to illness, not a sad autumn... Only the flowing water in front of the building, you should miss me, staring at you all day long..."

In the past, there were common people and dignitaries; some people looked around, and after a few glances, they were caught by the old bustard who jumped out of the building.

The tung oil umbrella turned slightly, Chen Zhuo is now less burly and more thin, his green clothes follow the wind and rain, like flowing clouds or flying fog, his steps are not as steady as before, but become light and casual, behind him The long black hair is tied several times.

But no bustard girls came to arrest him, because he was wearing official boots.

But winking is unavoidable, especially those middle-aged mistresses with pale faces who seem to have painted a layer of wall plaster, and who smear off their makeup when they move their eyebrows and eyes, even Chen Zhuo has to stay away.

This was the first time he came out after returning to Beijing.

As soon as he came out, there was a carriage behind him not far away, and he was following anyway, as if to see where he was going and what he was doing.

It wasn't just the carriage, after walking two streets, he already noticed that there were at least forty or fifty eyes following him, and finally changed to others, and some of them were hiding malicious and murderous intent.

Seeing him entering Tianshui Lane, the carriage seemed to lose its patience, and it caught up with him unhurriedly, walking side by side.

The carriage was very luxurious, and there were three people holding the reins and bridles in the front alone, all of them were well-dressed and imposing.

And outside the car, there were still eight guards standing, armed with knives, as silent as pottery figurines, motionless; just looking casually at the hands of the eight people, Chen Zhuo could already see that these eight were not only masters of swordsmanship, but also masters of swordsmanship. A master of knives.

As the carriage approached, a handsome young man curiously said to him through the rolled-up beaded window: "Catcher also likes girls here? But do you have a girlfriend? Why don't you tell me, I don't mind being Huiyue." Old man, pull a string."

This person is humble and polite, but his cheeks, eyebrows and eyes are full of childishness.

Chen Zhuo kept on stepping, scanning the traffickers and pawns passing by on both sides, as well as the frustrated Jianghu people, and asked, "Anyone can?"

The young man leaned against the window and smiled, "Anyone is fine."

Chen Zhuo glanced at the other party, "Master Li, too?"

The young man didn't respond immediately when he heard the words, but thought about it very seriously, and then smiled affirmatively: "It's okay to have a good night."

Chen Zhuo's sleeves rolled up, "You are wrong, if I look for her, I will only listen to the piano and appreciate the paintings."

The young man couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Catcher also likes to play tricks, arty? Interesting!"

Chen Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly caught sight of two downcast figures on the side of the street, just like him when he first entered Beijing, performing arts on the street.

But it was even worse than him. After working hard and finally asking for two rewards, he was chased away by a group of hooligans.

"Dancing and writing are also good. These days, martial arts are not as good as literature. No matter how advanced your kung fu is, you still have to drive horses and lead ropes, and obey people's orders."

As soon as he said this, the three drivers and the eight guards trembled slightly, their eyes changed and became a little stiff.

The young man smiled and said: "This statement is wrong. Looking at the heroes of ancient and modern times, there are some who don't know how ordinary they are. They started at the beginning; think that the famous general Wei Zhongqing of the Western Han Dynasty was also a groom at the beginning, but later he became one of the three princes, and his power was poured into the court and the public. , and even opened up the territory for the Han Dynasty, made great contributions, and became famous for future generations... It seems that the catcher already knows who I am!!"

Chen Zhuo said indifferently: "Looking at the big capital, only you, Young Master Fang, can have such a great reputation!"

The young man nodded, "Fang Ying has seen the Xia catcher before!"

This person is the "Marquis of Supernatural Power" Fang Yingkan, who is also the leader of the "Youqiao Group".

"I don't know if Catcher has received my invitation? I've been waiting for a response."

Chen Zhuo replied in a casual tone: "The capital is too big, I haven't been out much recently, and I don't know the way."

Fang Yingkan sighed, "The first time you are a stranger, the second time you are an acquaintance, you might as well walk around more, maybe you don't want to leave."

Chen Zhuo shook his head, "I'm weak now, I can't go far."

Fang Yingkan sat upright, "I can give you what the Shenhou Mansion can give you, and I can give you what the Shenhou Mansion can't give you. It's just a sun-shooting bow. If you enter my Hou Mansion, I can order someone to search all over the world for you."

But seeing that Chen Zhuo didn't respond and just kept moving forward, Fang Yingkan lightly smiled and said, "That's such a pity!"

Seeing the carriage going straight away, Chen Zhuo's expression was as usual. Don't look at this person as immature and humble, but what he said inside and outside revealed a monstrous ambition. He did not hide it, but it seemed that the words could not be said from the other party's mouth. .

It's hard to compare, but Wei Qing is the one...

Now that his divine sense has been born, his six senses are about to leave the scope of Tongxuan. When he meets a person with a weak heart and weak will, he can almost see through the other person's thoughts and soul with a single thought.

Along the way, thousands of whispers and whispers in the Goulan tiles on both sides can be heard.

Looking back at the two hiding in Tibet who were chased away by a group of gangsters, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but laugh.

Those two people were also looking at him, and one of them did not forget to wink.

Taking a look, Chen Zhuo took the opportunity to familiarize himself with the layout of the capital, especially Cai Jing's mansion and the imperial guards at the entrance of the imperial city.

Although it is known that Wuji elixir is hidden in the palace, there are countless books in the "Taiqinglou" internal classics, histories, zi, and collections, and it is not a matter of going twice a day to find a few elixirs; besides, There are so many masters in the inner court of the palace, only Nami Cangqiong and the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards are the top masters in the world, and these well-equipped imperial guards, if they enter, they will undoubtedly fall into the den of dragons and tigers.

There is also the most important and most terrifying person, Zhuge Zhengwo.

This person is always concerned about the emperor, if he dares to make any changes, there will be one more person in the iron-blooded prison, and even if he does not die outside, he will have to die inside.

You have to wait and play it safe.

When returning to the Shenhou Mansion, Chen Zhuo walked around and passed the Sanhe Building, when he suddenly saw a fat, strong, round and black man holding a bowl of rice, passing him by.

It's too dark, this person's face is like old carbon, round face, round nose, round eyes, and round mouth.

This person's face was almost completely buried in the bowl, but one hand reached out to Chen Zhuo's body irregularly, retracted, and what he used was actually an extremely clever skill of the hand, a skill of empty-handedness .

It's just that this person didn't retract by himself, but popped out like an electric shock. He lay on the ground with an "oops" and couldn't get up for a long time. His whole body was trembling, as if he was drunk and lost his center of gravity.

"Look, I told you not to provoke him, but you don't know how to steal other people's things...Look, what did you get?"

A girl in Cui Yi scolded her seriously at first with a sullen face, but she soon smiled mischievously and came closer, her eyes bright and her teeth squinted, her whole body was filled with vitality.

The black man was holding the job bowl, "Gentleman, help me quickly... Oh my god, this man seems to have thorns on his body, and he was stabbed as soon as he touched him."

The girl in Cuiyi smiled even more happily.

Another delicate and refined woman in white clothes suddenly came from upstairs and said apologetically, "I hope you can forgive me..."

This is a very moving woman, with scattered clouds on her temples, and a pair of beautiful eyes that are as bright as autumn water, seeming to hide a sweet dream.

The frost is more beautiful, and the snow is especially clear.

The beauty is simply otherworldly.

After finishing speaking, she looked at the black man with a funny face, "Zhang Tan, why don't you hurry up and apologize!"

The black man staggered to his feet and said distressedly: "Seventh sister, even you won't help me."

Wang Xiaoshi suddenly poked his head out in surprise, "Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, come up for a drink!"

Chen Zhuo looked at the darkening sky, and glanced at the dark clouds.

The wind and rain are also getting stronger.

All kinds of passers-by on the street disappeared at some point, and the dead silence was empty.

There were only six people left, pushing something as heavy as a prison cart, walking towards this side from the rain, as if they were going towards the people in the building.

There was still a man locked in the prison car, with thick black hair and no face to face, and his limbs, hands and feet were bound with chains.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's eyes twitched, as if every time he met Wang Xiaoshi it was not a good omen.

He held up an umbrella and was about to leave, so he turned around and left.

The long street was dark, with shadows everywhere, there seemed to be a lot of people, and they all respectfully said to the people in the prison car: "I kowtow to the Seventh Lord!"

Thunder rumbled, lightning tore through the darkness, and a handsome face on the prison car suddenly lifted up.

Hearing this, the few people upstairs who were still laughing and joking all fell silent and changed color.

"Seven Holy Lords?"

Chen Zhuo stopped in his tracks.

"God of War Guan Qi!"

(End of this chapter)