Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

Wu Qianhu's hands are as stable and dry as they were decades ago. Holding the steel knife in his hand, after a few breaths, it seems to have grown in his hand, and he can sway it freely.

Ximen Qing's fists and embroidered legs, Wu Qianhu's heart was like a mirror, and he would never survive two rounds under his knife; the only thing he was worried about was the man sitting opposite Ximen Qing who was drinking.

Although the man looked elegant and dressed in literati clothes, but judging from the hand holding the cup, he was as stable as himself, and he would never spend any more effort.

Size is a master.

Wu Qianhu's eyes suddenly contracted, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind. At this point, he couldn't turn his head back, even if he was a god, he wanted to kill him to see.

Everyone knew that he had been a left guard of Qianhu, but no one knew that he was a well-known lone thief decades ago.

Wu Qianhu touched his waist subconsciously, and naturally felt nothing. Then he remembered that he hadn't been floating in the rivers and lakes for decades, and An Qingzi, who was famous before, had rusted somewhere long ago.

However, in the eyes of experts, flying flowers and falling leaves can be used as hidden weapons.

So Wu Qianhu squatted down and groped for a small paving stone from the ground, and tiptoed slowly approached the hall.

Thirty steps!

Wu Qianhu continued to move forward.

Ten steps!

This was already the limit of not being seen, Wu Qianhu arched his body, as if a good bow was being drawn to its full extent.The strength of the waist, the strength of the legs, and the strength of the spine gradually became one.

Wu Qianhu turned his left hand, and the small stone was thrown out of his hand. The target was not Ximen Qing or Jiang Jing in the hall, but the pillar on the left side of the hall.

There was a very slight "pop".

The magician Jiang Jing moved his ears, and subconsciously looked at the pillar; at this time, Wu Qianhu, who was lurking on the right, flew out like an arrow off the string, with the knife in front and the person behind, pointing directly at the pillar without noticing it. Ximen Qing!

Five steps!

Two steps!

Wu Qianhu took a good look at a foothold, and focused on his right foot with a twisted force, ready to use the force of a kick to soar into the air, and kill Ximen Qing with a single knife like a goshawk pouncing a rabbit!

At this time, Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, was still searching the darkness on the left side of the hall without turning his head; while Ximen Qing was drinking wine with his head up!

"Drink!" Wu Qianhu stepped on his right foot, exhaled loudly, and was about to fly into the air!

It wasn't that Wu Qianhu deliberately reminded Ximen Qing, but that the vigor of his whole body was surging, and there must be a vent, otherwise, even if Wu Qianhu succeeded, he would hold his breath in his chest, which would be of no benefit to him.

Things have been developing according to Wu Qianhu's ideas until now, but what he didn't expect was that when he stepped on the ground, the ground was actually empty!

Nima! ! !Give it a few more seconds, and Ximen Qing will be the ghost under the sword!

Wu Qianhu also knew that something was wrong, he must have been tricked by Ximen Qing, but at this moment all the strength was on his right foot, the foot was empty, and his body fell straight down as if filled with lead, even if Wu Qianhu wanted to lift his breath up Even if you go, you can't.

Because there is no solid ground under your feet!Wu Qianhu can't borrow any strength at all!

What's even more tragic is that according to Wu Qianhu's estimate at the time, the pit was a full two feet deep!Even when Wu Qianhu was young, he couldn't jump out of the two-foot-deep pit.

The next thing that Wu Qianhu didn't expect was that the bottom of the pit was not soft soil or water, but a piece of smooth wooden board that had been removed from nowhere and had countless coats of paint!

And it was smeared with lard! ! !

With a "click" without any suspense, Wu Qianhu's right foot broke!The pain caused him to roll over, but immediately Wu Qianhu found that his whole body was covered in lard, and he couldn't move at all on this crappy wooden board!

The carp is strong!It slipped before half of it, and I couldn't use my strength at all!

The kite turned over!Wu Qianhu tried hard for a long time, but couldn't turn over. Sadly, he found that he was like a tortoise being turned over. No matter how hard he tried, he still ended up on his back.

Even the steel knife in his hand was lost somewhere when he was just rolling around.

"Ximenqing, I'm your ancestor!!!" Wu Qianhu shouted desperately at the bottom of the pit.

If this kind of deceitful trap is set up, even the Tathagata Buddha will not be able to escape! ! !

The torches beside the pit were lit, and Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing smiled and leaned over to watch Wu Qianhu who was in a state of embarrassment.

"Old man Wu, is it comfortable down there?" Ximen Qing smiled triumphantly, and asked Wu Qianhu deliberately.

Once he stopped, Wu Qianhu realized that his whole body was in terribly painful pain, especially the broken right foot, which was now in excruciating pain. He couldn't help shouting: "Ah...it hurts me to death..."

Ximen Qing seemed to have got a satisfactory answer, and nodded: "Very good. Old man Wu, you can stay at the bottom, and you can tell me if you lack a quilt or something. It's very late, and I will invite the county magistrate to visit you tomorrow morning of."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and the servant took the prepared cover from the side, covered the hole, and pressed a few big stones around it.

Seeing this form, Wu Qianhu knew that he would not be able to escape from birth, and was overwhelmed by Ximen Qing's molested words, so he fainted with a click.

The fortune teller Jiang Jing frowned: "Although this person is about 50 years old, he is agile. If the Ximen Brothers hadn't known about this person's plan, I am afraid that he must have recruited this person's evil hands."

"This matter is a bit strange." Ximen Qing also thought for a while: "It is said that this old man Wu has been a left guard for thousands of households, so it is not surprising that he has some martial arts."

"Throw a stone to ask the way." Jiang Jing spread his hand, it was a small stone, and said what happened just now: "Looking at his skill, it seems that only lone bandits who are accustomed to walking in the rivers and lakes have that kind of skill."

Ximen Qing realized that he had missed a lot of things, but after thinking about it, he smiled: "When you are on the territory of the master, even if you are a tiger, you will never come back."

"If you do this, you don't even need to open the court tomorrow, just invite the county magistrate here to visit."

Jiang Jing laughed loudly and said: "Yes, no matter who it is, it is bound to be unlucky to meet Brother Ximen."

"That's not necessarily true." Ximenqing smiled mysteriously: "Look at the magistrate, and you, not only did you not have bad luck, but you got benefits, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiang Jing said with a smile: "As long as you stand with you, you will benefit, and those who oppose you will only have bad luck!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, it was Xiao Tianqing who came to report: "Master, the man has been caught, and he is locked in the firewood room to write a confession."

"Okay." Ximen Qing nodded: "Even if old man Wu gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, with his son's confession, the Wu family is over."

A few servants were sent to guard respectively, and Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing both went back to their rooms to rest.

At this time, Xue'er had a long sleep, and felt a cold body leaning against her, so she jumped down, turned around and found that it was Ximen Qing, and hurriedly pressed her whole body to warm Ximen Qing: "Master, Everything is done? Look at the cold hands and feet..."

"It's all done." Ximen Qing kissed Xue'er's forehead, and his hands began to be dishonest: "The Wu family is over this time."

"Then aunt... no, what about Wu Yueniang? How does the master think about it?" Xue'er blushed and gently pushed away Ximenqing's Lushan claw, and asked hesitantly.

Ximenqing frowned. To be honest, I never came here and thought about what to do. Although Wu Yueniang had secretly eroded the property of Ximen's family over the years, she was not a face or a nose to herself, but No matter what, Ximen Qing was still unwilling to throw Wu Yueniang into the cell from the bottom of his heart.

Although he threw Wu Yueniang back to Wu Qianhu with a "Chuuxue Qixiu Letter", a certain part of Ximen Qing's heart was still a little soft.Maybe it's because Ximen Qing turned Wu Yueniang into a boudoir who is extremely lacking in sexual life?

Xing is harmonious and everything is prosperous.This sentence is actually very reasonable. Of course, if you can't understand it, there is a vulgar version, that is: press against the wall and work hard, and the daughter-in-law will naturally obey.

At least Ximenqing still doesn't know that Wu Qianhu's plan to kill herself is entirely Wu Yueniang's idea.This is completely beyond the scope of hard work.

"Give me a hundred guan at that time, and let Wu Yueniang live elsewhere." Ximen Qing thought for a long time and said to himself.

Xue'er seemed to have a thought, and sighed softly, and Ximen Qing, who had finally been serious for a while, became active again, and Xue'er suddenly felt a **** hot thing pressing on her lower abdomen .

"Master, didn't you just do it once?" Xue'er was full of shyness, holding the thing she loved and feared with her little hand, which made Ximen Qing even more excited.

At this moment, how can a man just say "forget it" and let this kind of thing go?

"But master, am I thinking about it now?" Ximen Qing whispered in Xue'er's small ear: "Good Xue'er, this time the master will teach you a new posture, okay?"

"It must be a embarrassing posture again, the master always has new tricks." Xue'er thought, her little face was flushed, and she nodded slightly.

Under Ximen Qing's enthusiastic command, Xue'er acted coyly and infinitely: "Master, do you do it like this... right?"

"Very good. That's it." Ximen Qing enjoyed it very much: "The faster the better."

Comfortable...

In this embarrassing posture, Xue'er twisted until her waist became sore, and then her body softened amidst the tender cry, and she lay on Ximen Qing's chest, like a kitten, and it took a long time before she came to her senses: "Master. ..Xueer was just as happy as if she had ascended to heaven."

"Oh? Then it's time for me, Master." Ximen Qing turned over and pressed Xue'er under him, and started another round of sprinting with the accumulated energy... Life must be full of joy...

The night is long, sleepless...