Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow

There are two martial arts schools on the street where Yuelai Inn is located, so they often receive disciples from these martial arts schools, and decoction is a common thing.

There is a special shed in the backyard of Yuelai Inn for decoction.

The waiter at the inn pointed to the shed and said, "Sir, these medicine jars have been cleaned and the firewood is piled aside. You can just use them."

"good."

The waiter did not give up and tried to say: "Sir, our cook is good at decoction, and the decoction is fast and good. As long as you spend another five cents, you can lie down comfortably in the room for half a minute." At that time, we will send it to you. Why don’t you give it a try?”

"No, I'll do it myself." Shen Qing still refused.

He thought it was better to be careful when going out.

Linfengtang has been in Linfeng Hall for so many years, and there is no need to do anything with the medicinal materials.

But he didn't dare to drink it casually if someone else cooked it. It would be safer if he cooked it himself.

Seeing that Shen Qing was still insistent, the waiter stopped trying to persuade him and bowed respectfully and retreated.

Half an hour later it was evening.

The backyard of the inn was dyed golden by the afterglow of the setting sun.

The cold wind blows gently, and the fragrance of various medicines in the courtyard are intertwined, making people feel like they are in a pharmacy.

Shen Qing picked up an earthy yellow bowl and filled it with the Shiquan Tonic that had just been boiled and allowed to cool.

The medicinal soup glowed with a faint golden color under the setting sun, exuding bursts of refreshing herbal fragrance.

Shen Qing raised his head and put the medicinal soup into his mouth in one breath. The bitter taste with a hint of sweetness immediately spread in his mouth.

As he swallowed the medicinal soup, the familiar medicinal power began to slowly spread in his body, turning into waves of warmth, sliding across his every meridians like silk.

The soreness in the muscles caused by practicing body movements during the day gradually became softer under the warmth.

In just one stick of incense, after all the medicinal power was digested, the last trace of soreness disappeared.

Shen Qing has recovered as before, his whole body is full of energy and blood, and he has become lively again.

The effect of Shiquan Datong Fang made him a little surprised.

The last time I took it, I didn’t train as much as I do today, and the soreness was mostly concentrated in the lower body, which was nowhere near as deep as it is today.

Sure enough, there is something unique about him in Linfeng Hall.

It was an unexpected surprise.

After taking the medicine, Shen Qing returned to his residence under the guidance of the waiter.

Tian Xiaohu was careful this time and specially opened two rooms.

He had a room alone, and the remaining room was shared by Tian Xiaohu and Shen Xiaohu.

Shen Qingbai was not allowed to spend money and be taken advantage of.

Shen Qing and Tian Xiaohu said hello, exchanged a few words, then returned to the guest room and closed the door.

When night fell, Shen Qing, who was lying on the bed and dozing, sat up from the bed and walked to the window.

He opened the window and looked at the wet ground outside the inn, with the cold wind blowing.

Shen Qing picked up a dagger, pulled a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his face, then jumped from the window and landed as lightly as a cat.

He looked around and after making sure there was no one else outside the inn, he dashed forward and quickly disappeared into the alley.

…

In Wanfeng Building.

As one of the stewards, Wang Qiyao finished the day's chores, squeezed his sore wrists, and closed the ledger.

He picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a sip: "I'm pretty busy today, it's time to go back."

Wang Qiyao stood up, habitually took out a large portion of the acquisition money that had not been used up today and put it into his pocket.

Then he put the remaining parts and the ledger into a wooden box and locked it with an exquisite small lock.

After tugging to make sure it was locked, he went out with confidence.

The restaurant business ended relatively late, and by the time Wang Qiyao walked out of Wanfeng Building, it was already dark.

By this time, there were far fewer people in the county.

Many shady things appeared at this time.

Fortunately, his home is relatively close to Wanfeng Building, so it doesn't take long to walk there.

Even if he carries some gold and silver items with him, and with the background of the Song family, no one dares to take advantage of him.

His home is a small courtyard in a residential area in Pinghefang.

Standing at the door of his home, Wang Qiyao found that the door of his home was closed. He patted the door hard and shouted: "Open the door!"

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

A servant in the room bowed his head and stepped aside respectfully.

Wang Qiyao strode in and complained: "Why is it so slow?"

Without a word, the servant closed the door again and lowered the bolt.

"It's so late at night, why are the candles in the room still lit? Don't you want money?" Wang Qiyao walked into the yard and turned around to scold him.

Just when he turned his head...

Bang!

Wang Qiyao was slapped on the head and his head was covered with blood.

"Ah?!" Wang Qiyao screamed, feeling dizzy and unable to stand up: "How brave! I am from Song Dong's family, you..."

However, all he received in response was a handful of white ash.

After the broken wound on his head was stained with white ash, it made a strange hissing sound, which made Wang Qiyao's heavenly spirit cover instantly lift off.

Severe pain spread from the top of his head throughout his body.

But Wang Qiyao had practiced martial arts after all, and he quickly regained his composure.

Wang Qiyao looked at the masked servant in front of him, pointed at him and said, "Who are you? Do you know who I am? If you touch me, the Song Dong family will not let you go."

Just now, he didn't notice it when it was dark. Now he found out that the person who opened the door for him was not his servant, but a masked man.

This is his home!

He never thought that someone would come to his home to attack him.

It's really bold!

It's totally unreasonable!

Shen Qing didn't want to reply at all and ignored Wang Qiyao's warning.

His eyes were extremely cold, as if he was looking at a beast at the end of its rope, fighting a last desperate battle.

Shen Qing saw an opportunity and stepped forward.

He had already mastered the ability of the poisonous shadow, and with the Lingfeng finger body technique he had practiced for a day, his movements were clean and neat, and he got behind Wang Qiyao at lightning speed.

Wang Qiyao seemed to realize something and exclaimed, "Please spare my life, my good man!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Shen Qing didn't hesitate at all.

A flash of cold light passed by, and he cut Wang Qiyao's neck with a knife.

Then he quickly stabbed him in the chest several times, making Wang Qiyao die.

"Hey, hey..."

Wang Qiyao's eyes widened, blood foam kept gushing out of his mouth, and the feces and urine from his lower body flowed uncontrollably all over the ground.

Shen Qing quickly touched him, then grabbed the package that had been looted, and then rushed over the other courtyard wall and rushed out.

After landing in the alley, Shen Qing found the right route and ran away.

In his opinion, there are no so many fancy things to eliminate threats.

The best way is to kill him!

When the person dies, the threat will naturally disappear.