Qixia town catches the gods, patrolling the streets will become stronger

Chapter 188 Songyang Zuixin Powder

"not interested."

Yan Ming didn't pay much attention to Ren Yingying, and didn't intend to discuss it at all. He continued to gesticulate with his fingertips, recalling the mystery of the Zijue boxing that he had just comprehended.

Ren Yingying pouted again, feeling somewhat emotional in her heart, feeling that Yan Ming didn't take her seriously at all, this feeling of being ignored was not good.

Ren Yingying thought about it, and took another bite of the dry food in her hand.

"Well, don't say it, it doesn't look very good, but it tastes really good!"

The more Ren Yingying ate, the more addicted she became. She has already started to think about it. When she returns home, she will ask people to study how it is made, so that she can taste it more in the future.

She didn't realize that it was purely because she was so hungry that she could eat such a strong sense of satisfaction.

Soon, Ren Yingying finished the food in her hands. Yan Ming was almost rested, stood up and was about to leave.

Ren Yingying stood up quickly without his urging.

At this time, the sky was getting late, and it was already slightly dark, and no one passed by on the road they were on, and the surrounding area was deserted.

But a little further on, there is a market town where you can stop and rest until you continue your journey tomorrow.

With a plan in mind, Yan Ming and Ren Yingying continued to move forward, and soon reached their destination.

The scale of the market town is not large, there is only a short main street, and there are not many shops in front and back.

Yan Ming quickly found the only one that he could stay in, a relatively dilapidated inn, and asked for a room.

"Do you want a room?"

Ren Yingying asked next to him.

Seeing Yanming nodding, she immediately became unhappy.

"Isn't it a bit bad for us to be alone in the same room? If this gets out, my innocence..."

Seeing Yanming's fingers moving slightly, Ren Yingying immediately stopped bargaining and stopped talking.

Walking into the guest room, Ren Yingying suddenly became a little nervous.

It was the first time she had to spend the night with a man in the same room as she grew up. For a while, Ren Yingying was a little worried that Yan Ming would not be able to control her appearance and figure...

"What if he wants to use force? Will he suddenly pounce on me in the middle of the night? I hope it won't happen... No, if this happens and he doesn't touch me from the beginning to the end, then that's Isn’t it a little more embarrassing?”

The door squeaked, and the sound of the waiter coming in brought back the wild thoughts in Ren Yingying's mind.

Only then did Ren Yingying realize that she had a fever on her face, and hurriedly lowered her head.

"Guest officer, this is what you want."

The waiter in the shop very enthusiastically placed the food and wine on the tray on the table.

"Guest officer, take your time and call me if you have anything to do. The little one will leave first."

As soon as the door was closed, Ren Yingying couldn't wait to sit at the table, grabbing chopsticks and was about to eat.

But when he looked up, he looked at Yan Ming: "Yan Butou, why don't you eat?"

"Eat it, this is white meat, just don't throw up after eating it."

"White meat?"

Ren Yingying was born in the Devil's Cult, and she is very familiar with all kinds of slang words. Of course, she knows that this white meat comes from people...

"what!"

Ren Yingying exclaimed in shock, and immediately threw away the chopsticks in her hand. She just picked up a piece of meat that touched her lips, and almost put it in her mouth. Now she just feels nausea.

"What a black shop, it dares to hit our Yan Butou with ideas. It's unbearable. Yan Butou, help me unlock the acupuncture points, and I'll help you teach them a good lesson!"

Ren Yingying was filled with anger.

But Yan Ming wasn't fooled at all, looked at her with a half-smile, and then sat down at the table.

"Don't worry, there are anesthetics in the food and wine. They will find it soon."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying was smart and immediately understood what Yan Ming meant. She immediately used chopsticks to fiddle with the dishes in front of her, then lay down on the table and pretended to be overturned by the medicine.

Yan Ming also reclined on the chair and closed his eyes.

Soon, there were soft footsteps outside the room.

It's just that the sound is so soft and far away that only Yan Ming can catch it.After getting closer for a while, Ren Yingying heard it.

"Great, the medicine has taken effect."

Accompanied by a creak, the door opened again, and it was not the waiter who walked in this time, but other footsteps.

Even if Yan Ming didn't open his eyes now, he could know the situation in the room well, and immediately recognized that these other people were his old acquaintances.

"Uncle Ding, he really fell for the trick, and he didn't see that there was a problem with the food." One of them could not conceal the excitement in his tone.

"Hmph, he must have this ability. The medicine in it is Songyang Zuixin Powder from our Songshan school. It is invisible, colorless and tasteless. It is estimated that no one can see that there is something wrong with it."

Needless to say, this Uncle Ding is the current leader of the Songshan School, Ding Mian, the Datota master.

Behind him were several disciples of the Songshan Sect.

The waiter at the shop next to him kept smiling at Ding Mian, acting very attentive.

"Hero Ding, I have done everything according to your instructions. Look at this next..."

Ding Mian waved his hand.

"Don't worry, since I've done this, I won't pursue it anymore and will let you live."

"Thank you Ding Daxia!" The waiter in the shop was overjoyed.

Yan Ming squinted his eyes and listened to a few words, and immediately understood.

It turned out that after Ding Mian left Wudang Mountain last time, he didn't stay away from the vicinity, let alone return to Songshan Paishengguan Peak, but waited for an opportunity nearby.

Their target, of course, was Yan Ming. Almost all the masters of the Songshan School died in the hands of Yan Ming. Ding Mian couldn't let go of this enmity so easily, and he had to pay with blood.

Of course Ding Mian knew that with Yan Ming's current strength, he was no match for him.

What's more, Yan Ming's identity is not ordinary. After all, he is also a Guanzhong God Detective personally certified by the imperial court. If there is a big trouble, it will definitely affect the Songshan faction.

So Ding Mian decided to do it quietly.

After casually leaving Wudang School and wandering around, Ding Mian found this black shop.

At the beginning, the thieves in the store saw Ding Mian and others walking in the rivers and lakes with extraordinary bearing, especially with a lot of bulging things on their bodies, so they prepared to attack Ding Mian and snatch everything away.

So according to the old method, they added something to the food and drink with ease, and gave it to Ding Mian and others.

Ding Mian himself has superior strength and rich experience in the world. Of course he is not afraid of these little shrimps. He can even tell from the beginning that this is a black shop.

If you dare to take the idea of ​​yourself into account, you are just thinking too much.

So Ding Mian made a sudden move and captured all the people in the inn without any effort.

They were all very frightened at first, thinking that Ding Mian was a hero who came from somewhere, and today he saw injustice on the road and eliminated evil troubles. Several people were immediately frightened to death, and kept begging for mercy. Many people even started to say that they were I don’t want to do evil at all, I’m just forced by others.

But Ding Mian didn't seem to mean to embarrass them, he just made a request, that is, they should obey his command, if they do well, then let them go, but if they don't satisfy him, they will They all became their dead souls.

The people in the black shop immediately agreed without thinking.Ding Mian controlled most of the people and asked a few disciples to clear a space in the backyard to take care of them.

Only one of the more clever and capable guys was allowed to continue working as a waiter in the shop, preparing here, and also helped the other party upgrade the Mongolian sweat medicine.

Ding Mian was right, Yan Ming would leave Wudang Mountain sooner or later after finishing his work.

This is not the only way down the mountain, but it is the only way to go north.

Ding Mian began to live on the sidelines here.

He judged that if Yan Ming left the Wudang faction, he would have to go north to the capital, so there was a high probability that he would pass by this inn.

But if he didn't pass, Ding Mian had no choice but to try.

Facts have proved that Ding Mian guessed right, Yan Ming took Ren Yingying along this route.

Ding Mian thought his strategy had worked, and finally couldn't close his eyes from laughing.

The disciples behind them also cooperated with each other, staring at the unconscious Yan Ming and Ren Yingying.

Yan Ming is their big enemy, if they can kill their enemies and avenge the previous head Zuo Lengchan and several masters, that would be a great satisfaction.

And Ren Yingying...

They didn't know each other, but anyone who wasn't blind could tell that she was a beautiful woman!

Although they were lying on the table, their cheeks were white, their hair was smooth, their beautiful eyelashes were slightly upturned, and their vermilion lips were so bright that they couldn't help but look at them for a while.

After counting on killing the enemy with his hands, can Ding Mian reward them with this little lady?Of course, they are not ignorant, and it is completely acceptable to let Ding Mian first!
In order to expand under the leadership of Zuo Lengchan these years, the Songshan School has absorbed many people from the outside world, and they are not rooted in the righteous Miaohong, so the style of the Songshan School cannot be called very good.

At this time, when they saw Ren Yingying, they were full of evil thoughts.

"Well, you brat, you dared to be an enemy of my Songshan faction, and now you still fall into my hands?"

Ding Mian stared at Yan Ming, and took a step forward.

"It's too cheap to kill you directly. I'm going to torture you to relieve my hatred!"

What Ding Mian said was not an exaggeration at all. His hatred for Yan Ming was beyond words.

Originally, under the leadership of Zuo Lengchan, the Songshan School became very prosperous, and it was about to become a giant school comparable to Wudang Shaolin, but everything was destroyed in Yan Ming's hands.

Ding Mian can't wait to tear the opponent to pieces.

"Put him up!"

Ding Mian walked over as he ordered, opened his clothes, and wanted to pull out a horned dagger from his waist.

"Yes!"

Several Songshan School disciples came over obediently and held Yan Ming down.

"I want you to taste...hehe!"

Ding Mian walked over with a smirk while trying to pull out the knife from his waist.

Suddenly, Yan Ming, who was already unconscious, started to move, startling Ding Mian, and the expressions of several Wudang disciples who were holding him down were even more shocked.

Before Ding Mian could see what was going on, he noticed that a hand was pressing on his arm that had drawn the knife.

Ding Mian exerted a little force, obviously trying to break free from the other party's restraints, but unexpectedly his hands suddenly tightened.

A huge force pushed his arm holding the knife, and it suddenly went down.

"Stab!"

The sharp knife blade slashed across his waist, and then continued downward. It seemed that he encountered some vague resistance, but it was not a big deal, so he pressed it down casually.

Blood gushed out immediately.

Ding Mian didn't feel the pain for the first time, until he was stunned for two seconds, and a heart-piercing pain hit him, making him cry out directly.

"Ah! You, you didn't—how could you?"

Ding Mian's crotch was immediately dyed red.

The few disciples of the Songshan School next to them seemed to have bumped into a huge force, and flew backwards in different directions, piercing heavily through the wall of the dilapidated guest room.

Yan Ming had already stood up and looked at Ding Mian.

I saw that Ding Mian did not succeed in drawing the saber from his waist just now, but was held down by Yan Ming, and he slashed down, making a long cut directly from the root of his life to his thigh.

"Bah..."

The few surviving disciples of the Songshan Sect couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air when they saw this appearance.

The big guys are all men, and the pain is really sympathetic.

"Senior Ding, why are you so careless? This also tells you a truth, such things as knives must not be kept in too sensitive places, otherwise..."

When Yan Ming said this, he smiled lightly.

Ren Yingying also got up from the table and stared at the scene with her chin raised.

Ever since she saw Yan Ming's record of beheading Gongsun Oolong head-on, she had developed an extreme sense of trust in Yan Ming, feeling that no matter how big the problem was, he could solve it.

What's more, it's just Ding Mian.

Ren Yingying didn't feel any pressure, her face looked like she was watching a play, and she almost knocked melon seeds.

"I kill you!"

Under the severe pain, Ding Mian was aroused to be ferocious, and he rushed over with a roar regardless of the wound.

"Who kills whom is unknown!"

Yan Ming's eyes froze, and he took in all the moves and details of Ding Mian's moves.

In the past few days, he has been studying the classics left by Zhang Zhenren one after another, and he has achieved some success.

In Yan Ming's eyes, Ding Mian's originally complicated boxing moves were as slow as a snail crawling, not worth mentioning.

"Shh!"

Yan Ming drew a circle with one hand, and easily drew a vortex, which caught the opponent's attack, and then led it a little, and the attack bombarded another disciple of the Songshan School next to him.

The disciple vomited blood, flew backwards for a long distance, and immediately stopped moving.

Afterwards, Yan Ming's hand attack changed from imaginary to real, suddenly bursting out with powerful force.

"Crack it!"

One of Ding Mian's arms was broken directly!

And it wasn't broken in one place, it was broken in several places at the same time. For a moment, Ding Mian's arm was like a stick, and each section had its own thoughts.

This means that Yan Ming's control over strength has reached its peak. He can split a force into several parts, evenly distribute it on the opponent's arms, and exert force at the same time.

"what!"

As soon as Ding Mian cried out in pain, Yan Ming grabbed his claws from the air, directly crushing his injured legs and kneeling on the ground.

"You said you, why did you come to this trouble? If you don't mess with me, I don't bother to pay attention to your Songshan faction."

(End of this chapter)