Ring Town

It took a full two hours before Chu Feng refined the bamboo slips, and the contents inside were clear at a glance.

This bamboo slip is handed down from a generation of gods, Guiguzi.

But I have never heard of it. In the inheritance of Guiguzi, there is a magic formation?

No, his apprentices, Sun Bin and Pang Juan, are masters in the art of war. Isn't what they put out on the battlefield exactly the formation?

It's just that we habitually think that the formation is placed at the mountain gate or other places, but we forget the marching formation that we have been talking about.

"Crack! I've made a lot of money!" Chu Feng was ecstatic in his heart, his blood boiling, this is a real treasure!

After his refinement, the genuine energy infiltrated the bamboo slips, and a layer of light glowed, glowing like jade, and the handwriting on them also became clearly visible.

Chu Feng suppressed the excitement in his heart and read it word by word, but after reading only a few lines, he felt dizzy.

This sentence is really too difficult to understand. Although the Shennongdan Jue he obtained before is even more difficult to understand than this, but that thing can be learned in just one shot, and the meaning is in his mind. It has nothing to do with him whether it is difficult or not .

But this bamboo slip is completely different. Although it is a magic weapon, it will not be damaged, but it needs him to understand every word and comprehend it by himself.

This is really difficult for Chu Feng. Although his writing skills are a little bit, but to deal with this kind of difficult and difficult ancient prose, especially the academic ancient prose, the level of difficulty is absolutely superb, and he is a bit like a dog biting a hedgehog. The feeling of not knowing how to say it.

In the end, he simply put the bamboo slips into the ring, and sighed depressedly: "It seems that if you want to understand this book, you must ask Du Niang for help!"

……

Seeing Chu Feng coming out of the secret room, the fat man rushed over to meet him, and when he saw Chu Feng looked haggard and depressed.He asked with even more concern: "Brother Feng, what's the matter?"

"Let's go, go drink!" Chu Feng shook his head, pushed all the depression to the back of his head, pulled Fatty directly, and walked out.

……

In Moyu Taoyuan, everything is still the same, but the magician looks a little haggard.

There also seemed to be a layer of sadness cast over the always glamorous eyes.

When Chu Feng walked up the steps to the second floor.Then met such a pair of eyes.

But after looking at each other for a while, there seemed to be a joyful vividness in those beautiful eyes.

Chu Feng smiled at the owner of the eyes, and found a seat with the fat man and sat down.

On the stage, there was a magic performance by Qing Shishi.Instead of being dull before, it became lively.Let the audience cheer again and again.The applause was even more thunderous.

The eyes are full of spring, and the autumn water is looking forward to it. From time to time, he glances at Chu Feng and casts a little bit of glances.

In the corner, in the shade, Wang Cheng was sitting there.There was a cold light in the eyes, and the thin lips were slightly raised.Provoked a touch of evil spirit and cruelty.

"It finally appeared, it really made me wait for too long."

The sinister voice carried a trace of unspeakable resentment. If a normal person heard it, I believe goose bumps would fall all over the ground.

But a gloomy old man who was beside Wang Cheng didn't move at all, just quietly closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

"Uncle Fu, I would like to ask you to do me a favor." Wang Cheng said to the old man with a very respectful tone.

The old man didn't even open his eyes, and his voice was very soft and cold: "Young master, the master's plan cannot be missed, you have to learn to endure, and we will wait until three days before we talk about it."

A flash of hostility flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes, but he quickly suppressed himself and looked at Wu Fu respectfully: "I see, Uncle Fu."

The old man just nodded slightly, then ignored Wang Cheng, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Wang Cheng gave Chu Feng a sinister look, his hands were under the table, tightly clenched, and his veins were exposed.

……

Chu Feng and Fatty didn't know each other, so they had already drank a bottle of century-old wine.

Slightly drunk, but even the magic show on the stage is not clear when it will end.

Just when he picked up a glass of wine, a jade hand stretched out, carrying a faint fragrance, smelling in his nose, very comfortable.

"Can you grant me a request?" The melodious voice was like a lark calling.

Chu Feng turned his head and looked at the owner of the voice, but he was meeting Qing Shishi's eyes, and an unspeakable feeling suddenly flew between the two of them.

Although beautiful women are good, they sometimes represent traps. Chu Feng fixedly looked into Qing Shishi's beautiful eyes, and said with a smile, "Let's talk about your request first."

There was a hint of disappointment in Qing Shishi's eyes, she bit her soft lips lightly, a layer of blush covered her fair face, and said softly: "I want to invite you to my performance. Here it is."

It was only then that Chu Feng noticed that there was an invitation card in her hand, and he smiled apologetically and accepted it.

"Remember, three days later, I will be waiting for you on the basement floor here!" Qing Shishi said, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but finally sighed, turned around and walked out slowly .

In the corner, Wang Cheng kept watching Qing Shishi and Chu Feng, and he naturally saw all of this in his eyes. His slender eyes were full of murderous intent, and his hands were held tighter. His joints had turned white. Also trembling slightly because of excitement.

"Forbearance!" At this moment, Wu Fu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly reminded him.

The cruelty in Wang Cheng's eyes slowly dissipated, and the tightly clenched hands also slowly loosened. In the end, it all turned into a curse: "I will let you live for three more days!"

The drunkenness and depressed mood were swept away, and when he turned his head and saw the fat man looking at him wretchedly, Chu Feng stretched out his hand and thumped his shoulder, cursing angrily: "The face is smiling, look at it It’s not a good thing, you bastard, what’s going on in your heart?”

"Brother Feng, in my opinion, this beautiful magician seems to like you very much. The look in her eyes before leaving is really resentful." The fat man looked at Chu Feng with envy and hatred and said.

"Yes, there are so many likes." Chu Feng patted the fat man, thinking about it for a while, and then laughed again. What are you thinking about so much? Maybe it's just a friendly invitation.

He reached out to pick up the invitation on the table and was about to check it out, but the phone rang suddenly. Chu Feng put the invitation away and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Mr. Chu, what you asked me to investigate has already been found out. It was done by the Black Widow mercenary group." On the other end of the phone, Powell rang in a low voice with a trace of apology.

"Who is the employer?" Chu Feng didn't know the Black Widow mercenary group, and he had never even heard of the name before, so it was natural that someone had hired them.

"I didn't find out, I only found out that the people who hired them were from Huaxia."

"..." Chu Feng's drunkenness just now dissipated immediately, and his mind was spinning rapidly, Huaxia, who wants to buy his life?

... (To be continued..)

ps: Thank you for the chapter gift of "Super Bole", and thank you for the recommendation tickets from relatives such as "Fallen Angel of the God Realm", "Cold Cold 123", "Sky Ghost Shura", "°?? For the support, I won’t write the names one by one, but Xuan Shui will keep it in my heart, thank you!