I have many teachers

Chapter 124

The scribe clapped the folding fan in his hand, saluted the shopkeeper with a clasped fist, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your clear words, shopkeeper."

With a wave of the sleeve robe of his right hand, the silver light swayed, and with a soft sound, it precisely landed on the table of each diner. It turned out to be a shining broken silver. His complexion was pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

The scribe again took out a large ingot from his cuff, put it gently in the palm of the pale shopkeeper, helped him close his five fingers with his left hand, clasped the silver, and said softly:
"The rivers and lakes are the affairs of the rivers and lakes."

"I also ask you to keep this matter in your heart, and I will accept your love, and the money will be used as an apology."

Fu made a four-way bow to the four directions again, saying:

"Trouble."

Then he walked towards the second floor with a calm demeanor, followed closely by a strong man behind him, every step was like a boulder falling to the ground, making a loud bang.

Stopping in front of the guest room, the scribe's folding fan lightly tapped on his palm.

"Under the rule of Great Qin, we naturally dare not kill good people."

"You can capture a quack... Heh."

The corners of his mouth curled up, he raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door, he closed the folding fan in his right hand, and spit out a green poison blade, ready to make a move, but when he looked up, he saw that the room was empty, and there was still half a figure in it , couldn't help but his expression changed slightly, no longer calm, walked into it with a few steps, the strong man followed behind, frowning and said harshly:

"Third Brother, what should we do?"

The scribe pondered for a while, glanced across the table, and saw a wooden box, which was obviously not the original from the guest room. He walked over quickly, pausing slightly, and there were still three steps away. He swung his right hand from his waist, and Shoot out the prismatic flying knife and open the wooden box, there will be no hidden weapons, and no poisonous mist will rise.

While he was slightly relieved, he also laughed at himself.

After all, he is just a 14-year-old librarian, so how can he know the old tricks?

Immediately he felt relieved, walked to the side, but saw that there was only a folded white paper inside, raised his hand to pick it up and unfolded it, and saw three ink characters.

"Want to die?"

The three-character strokes are plain, but it is a great mockery to match this empty room.

The scribe's face was slightly cold, and he sneered and said:

"What a dying man, what a librarian, what a Wang Anfeng!"

"Fourth brother, turn over this inn for me!"

"Flying Eagle is still there, I don't believe he can go anywhere!"

The burly man responded and was about to go out, the scribe glanced at the three ink characters in his hand again, feeling very angry in his heart, his inner strength directly shattered it to pieces.

At this moment, the plain white paper suddenly burst into countless powders, taking advantage of the scribe's internal strength, it spread directly, covering both of them, the scribe's complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly held his breath, but How could it be too late, I just felt dizzy, and then my whole body was in unbearable pain, and I almost fell to the ground.

Terrified in his heart, he raised his hand and took out a porcelain bottle, and poured the detoxification pill into his mouth like a sugar pill.

Two martial artists who had already set foot on the seventh rank meditated for an hour before they managed to suppress the toxicity. They only felt that although the changes in the toxicity belonged to the ninth rank, they had already been seen in their lives, the limit of the ninth rank , It can be called a masterpiece of excellence, everyone's handwriting, the green-clothed scholar withdrew his internal strength, opened his eyes, and looked pale.

Thinking of the layout just now, it looks very simple now, but I am in the hands of a puppet, falling into a trap every step of the way, gritting my teeth, and suddenly sneered.

"Well, well, I hunt geese all day long, but I don't want to be pecked at the eyes."

"it is good!"

The laughter broke down slightly, and the scribe gritted his teeth.

"What a librarian! What a Wang Anfeng!"

That brawny man majored in external skills, based on imitating the power of giant elephants, his fists and feet were strong and thick, and his internal skills were inevitably weak. He could only speak at this moment, but his voice was already hoarse, and said:

"Third brother, do you still want to search?"

The scribe glanced at him, sneered and said:
"Search? Search for what."

"Based on the monster's scheming, of course he wouldn't be here. He must have somehow managed to escape the eagle's surveillance. Hey, after leaving, he must gallop on horseback."

"You and I meditate and practice, let go of Feiying, and go find him!"

The strong man responded, closed his eyes and suppressed the poison again with his humble inner strength, the scribe reluctantly got up, walked to the window sill, and took a strange bamboo whistle from his arms.

He is talented and intelligent, although he can't be as concentric with the flying eagle as his companions, he can barely command them. After a while, the two flying eagles soared into the sky at the same time. There are hidden changes in the toxicity, and he didn't suppress it when he was distracted, and his footsteps softened, and he immediately fell to his knees.

With a look of pain on his face, he gritted his teeth.

"Wang, An, Feng..."

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On the official road, Wang Anfeng had changed back to the blue shirt, and the green horse slowed down very slowly.

He felt like he was almost dying.

Under the calm face, the heart was beating at a high speed. From time to time, he raised his head to look at the clouds and mist above his head. When he found a silver-feathered flying eagle, his eyes lit up slightly, but his heart accelerated again. He even felt a little short of breath. He gritted his teeth, Urge the steed, and head towards the nearby city again.

The county seat is called Yuzhang.

In the direction to the south of him, it is farther away from Guancheng.

After entering the city, he entrusted the green horse to the Ma Si as usual, while he himself entered the inn far away. Although he was quite sure that the other party would never dare to lay hands on his lover, he still felt guilty and paid three times the money. , I asked for a guest room.

Close the doors and windows.

Wang Anfeng exhaled, but there was still sweat oozing from his forehead.

Flying Eagle is extremely fast, and the opponents are all warriors stronger than him.

If they want to get rid of their siege, they can only make them think that they are not going to Guancheng at all, mislead their direction, and then take a small road and drive quickly.

The boy gritted his teeth and looked up at the room.

The arrangement just now was given by Mr. Ying casually, but this time, Mr. Ying asked him to do it himself.

The heart was still beating rapidly, and thoughts gradually came to mind.

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In the city of Yishan.

The flying eagle landed and circled and danced in the low sky. Unbelievable expressions appeared in the eyes of the green-clothed scribe, and his complexion was slightly cold.

"Unexpectedly, they are heading towards the county city?"

"Is he not planning to go to Guancheng?"

At first he couldn't believe it, but then he thought that Qing Fengjie's trip was just to celebrate his birthday, if it were him, he would have made the same choice.

But the more you go to the county town, the more prosperous it is, the more difficult it is to make a move.

The scribe was restless, pacing left and right, struggling in his heart many times, finally gritted his teeth, and took out a bright yellow bird from a delicate bamboo tube beside him. Although this bird is not as good as a silver-feathered flying eagle, it is also quite rare. On behalf of the messenger, he can travel thousands of miles to find the master who feeds him.

After writing a text message, I tied it to the leg of the spirit bird and let it fly. I watched the spirit bird disappear into the sky at a speed not inferior to that of a falcon before turning around.

The strong man got up and said in a rough voice:
"Third Brother, what shall we do?"

The scribe's face was gloomy, thinking of his leader's cruel and ruthless nature.

I was teased this time, something went wrong, it must be enough to irritate him, my heart trembled and feared, and I exhaled:
"Keep chasing!"

(End of this chapter)