Martial arts: the beginning of the full-level King Kong is not bad

"Hey, miss is such a beautiful person, and she is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even for Mr. Chen, she is not unworthy."

The maid was fighting with Qing Yunzhu, and continued to smile and said: "In my opinion, Miss and Mrs. Chen are really a good match, a match made in heaven!"

"If you continue to talk nonsense like this, I will tell my father that you bullied me, and tomorrow I will find you an extremely ugly husband and marry you off, really!"

"Oh, miss, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, of course I want to stay with you all the time, hee hee."

Chapter 22

After checking all the places that should be checked, Chen Fan assigned a series of tasks to several generals, and then began to practice in the room, quietly waiting for the arrival of the flower picker.

That flower picker will definitely come, Jin Yiwei knows his existence, but he doesn't know Jin Yiwei's existence.

According to the frequency of his crimes, he should come tonight.

After the luxurious feast arranged by Qingchen, the people of Jinyiwei pretended to be various identities, wandered around and lurked in every corner of Qingfu, always paying attention to all the troubles.

Chen Fan sat in the small gazebo outside Qing Yunzhu's house drinking wine, silently waiting for the flower picker to throw himself into the net.

When the time comes to Haishi, the moon tonight is very sensible. It seems that I am afraid that my eyes will be dazzled by the splashed blood. There is not even a trace of moonlight today.

Such a deep night, but it is a good time to kill.

The night is dark and windy, so blood should really be used to add some color to the sky.

The sound of the wind tonight was very loud, as if it was playing a song for Chen Fan about the upcoming killing.

The tree shakes and the wind moves, sitting alone in the small pavilion.

It seemed that Chen Fan was savoring the aged wine in his hand carefully, but in fact he was listening to all the troubles around him, and any slight mistake would attract his attention.

In such a late night, the entire Su Mansion fell into silence, only a few scattered dogs barking one after another.

An old watchman in Qingzhou City passed by the gate of Qing's house. The light from the lamp in his hand shone on the glazed tiles of Qing's house, and the reflected light made him unable to open his eyes.

In this light, he struggled to open his eyes, trying to see clearly the vermilion lacquered courtyard walls and the mansions.

But soon he lowered his head and left in a panic.

He is already old, and he no longer wants to aim too high, and wants to see the unseeable light clearly.

At this time, the door of Qing's house was closed tightly, and there were two guards guarding the door, and they were all second-rate experts.

But this is the middle of the night, when a person is most tired and has the most difficulty concentrating.

Although the two tried their best to concentrate, there would always be omissions. Even if they slapped their faces hard from time to time, they still couldn't concentrate.

While they were distracted, an imperceptible black shadow entered Qing's house like a real shadow.

Under the cover of the dark night where you can't see your fingers, the flower picker took light steps and used his lightness to walk freely on the roof of the Su family. There was no obstacle along the way, and even the Jinyi guards everywhere did not notice it. to his arrival.

Just as he walked through the room, he had already arrived at the back houses of the female relatives.

It was as if he had been familiar with the road here countless times, without any hesitation, even if he came back to his own home, it was nothing more than that.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that I would be targeted by Jin Yiwei."

Although he didn't know that Jin Yiwei was ambushing him, but he noticed Jin Yiwei along the way was enough for him to understand what was going on.

But even though he knew that Jin Yiwei was ambushing him, he was still extremely confident and not afraid of Jin Yiwei's ambush.

Even when he thought that he would have a kiss with this peerless beauty under the heavy protection of Jin Yiwei, he felt a burst of evil fire churning from his lower abdomen, carrying an unstoppable desire.

For him, this feeling was even more exciting than the sum of the previous dozens of crimes.

"Hey, beauty, here I come." He took a last step, turned over and came to the roof of Qing Yunzhu's house, even a trace of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

But when he was about to take out Mixiang, he noticed another figure standing here with his innate five senses.

It was Chen Fan.

The noisy wind blew Chen Fan's hair, keeping them at the same frequency as the shaking of the leaves.

Chen Fan was holding a bowl of wine in his hand, and was pouring it into his mouth facing the sky. The lingering fine wine splashed on his neck, some flew out with the wind, and some splashed on his face.

Chen Fan just looked at him quietly, and only waved away the bowl of strong wine when it entered his throat.

With Chen Fan's strength, he had already noticed the arrival of the flower picker, but Chen Fan was not in a hurry, he just stopped the flower picker just right after he thought he was done.

"Hehe, what are you looking for?" Chen Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a contemptuous smile.

This sound, along with the sound of the wine bowl breaking, was transmitted to the ears of the flower picker in the silent night, which made him tremble with fright.

With his innate strength, Chen Fan has stayed here for so long, but he didn't notice it. This can only explain one thing.

Chen Fan's strength is much stronger than him.

An option immediately came to mind: "Run."

But this run is also particular.

Without saying a word, he threw out several hidden weapons with his hands, and then fled crazily like the wind.

"Hehe." But he only heard Chen Fan's sneer following him in the wind.

"Let me teach you what a hidden weapon is."

Chen Fan unhurriedly blocked the hidden weapons one by one and held them in his hand, then he seemed to wave his hand casually, and returned the hidden weapons back the same way.

But these seemingly ordinary hidden weapons are extremely extraordinary in his hands.

Like a meteor chasing the moon, several hidden weapons quickly caught up with the figure of the flower picker, and accompanied by a howl like killing a pig, the body of the flower picker lay on the roof.

Chen Fan walked leisurely to his side, glanced at him, and then slapped his dantian mercilessly.

The flower picker spat out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Chen Fan with extremely resentful eyes.

"You! You actually abolished my martial arts!"

His miserable voice spread throughout the Su Mansion along with the wind.

Chen Fan looked at the hidden weapon piercing through his limbs, and a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He wants to use some lynching.

Chen Fan gagged the flower picker's mouth, then took out his long sword and slashed at his crotch.

He won't let him die, Jin Yiwei still has a lot of fun waiting to welcome this beast, presumably it will make him experience bliss and clear up his sins one by one.

Several Jin Yiwei who rushed to the nearby area jumped onto the roof and looked at the inhuman flower picker without a trace of pity in their eyes.

"I caused some injuries to him during the fight, you should pay attention to stop his bleeding, and don't let him die like this, understand?"

"Yes, my lord." Several people glanced at the flower picker in shock, and quickly carried him away to deal with it.

He won't die, but he definitely wants to die.

At this moment, accompanied by that miserable cry, all the Jin Yiwei in the Su Mansion, as well as Qing Chen and his wife rushed here.

Qingchen and his wife just saw the scene where Jin Yiwei raised the flower picker's head, and almost burst into tears on the spot.

Chapter 23

The two hurriedly saluted Chen Fan, no matter how much Chen Fan tried to dissuade them, they were unwilling to get up, until Chen Fan jumped down helplessly and helped them up.

"Thank you, my lord, for arresting this villain. Otherwise, I'm afraid that my little girl will not escape tonight."

Qing Chen said excitedly, but she wanted to bow again between words.

Chen Fan quickly said: "Patriarch Qing doesn't have to be like this, I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do, there's nothing to thank for it."

Qing Chen shook his head again and again, and said: "Although Mr. Chen is responsible, it is a life-saving grace for us. How can a sentence of responsibility be offset? We must keep this in mind."

"It's getting dark now, and tomorrow I'll hold a banquet at the biggest restaurant in Qingzhou to reward all the adults, and I hope you don't shirk, although I'm just a businessman, I know that I will repay my kindness. "

Chen Fan said with a smile: "Patriarch Qing has such a kind intention. I will naturally go to the banquet with everyone tomorrow, but now I can't stay for a long time. I have to take this official on a business trip."

"Since that's the case, Mr. Chen is in a hurry to go back and return to his command. Xiaomin naturally dare not stay longer. I hope that all your lords will show respect tomorrow."

"Hehe, of course."

Qing Chen also wanted to keep the Jin Yiwei and make a good relationship, but since Chen Fan and the others were eager to leave, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Chen Fan waved to the Jinyiwei, and began to take all the Jinyiwei to prepare to return.

Qingchen and his wife also followed Chen Fan all the way, sending them to the gate of Su Mansion.

Chen Fan nodded slightly: "Patriarch Qing doesn't need to send it away anymore, we will have a banquet tomorrow, so we won't bother you anymore."

"Where is Mr. Chen, if you have time in the future, you can come to my house as a guest. Xiaomin will definitely entertain you."

"Will do."

After exchanging pleasantries with Qing Chen, Chen Fan turned around and left with the Jinyi guards.

After they left, Qing Chen realized that at some point Qing Yunzhu also followed silently to the gate of the Su Mansion.

She stood in front of the door, and the deep night covered her stunning face, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly.

"Hey, daughter, why did you come out with me? It's windy outside. You were frightened by this just now, why don't you hurry back to your room to rest."

"Xiao Zi, hurry up and take the young lady back to her room."

"Yes, sir."

Qing Yunzhu stared blankly at Chen Fan's leaving figure again, and then reluctantly returned to the boudoir with the help of the maid.

Qing Yunzhu returned to the room sullenly, ignoring the amused maid along the way, only feeling a dull pain in her heart, very reluctant.

It wasn't until she returned to the room that the maid secretly pressed her ear, and said with a smile: "I said earlier that Miss Chen's heart has sprouted, and now Miss admits that she really likes Mrs. Chen."

Unexpectedly, Qing Yunzhu really didn't say anything this time, but nodded silently, agreeing with the maid's statement.

"If Miss really has this idea, tell the master and let the master help you to propose a marriage, hehe."

Qing Yunzhu sighed, leaned on the maid's shoulder, and said sadly: "What nonsense are you talking about, Mr. Chen is young and talented, not only has a noble status, but also a majestic martial arts master. I am afraid that the future will be limitless , how can I, a merchant's daughter, be able to climb high?"

Although the Qing family is also a millionaire, it is obviously not the first choice for someone like Chen Fan who has a bright future at such a young age.

Jin Yiwei has a lot of power in his hands, and with someone like Chen Fan, even a lady from an ordinary official family is not good enough for Chen Fan.

Although Qing Yunzhu is extremely beautiful, but other than that, compared with those official ladies, it is really hard to compare. Qing Yunzhu has no hope for herself.

Speaking of Chen Fan, although they had already walked a certain distance, there was a master from the Qing family who hurried over with a package in his hand.