Traveling through the heavens to become a bandit

Chapter 397 [How to Assassinate Xu Xiao]

When he arrived at the gate of Chong's house, Zhong Tan got off the car first.

Standing on the side, escorting Lu Chen to get off the carriage.

Such a move, in the eyes of those who have already been waiting at the door, is destined to have a different taste in the eyes of the elders.

Zhong Tan sent her outside the gate of Yi, but did not cross the threshold.

He said it was because he was going out of the city later to burn incense at Leiming Temple.

After saying goodbye to Lu Chen, he returned to the carriage.

Seeing him return, the maid smiled.

But not half flattering.

The two are like friends who have known each other for many years.

In this regard, Zhong Tan is used to it.

With a piece of ice in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, she asked softly and vaguely:

"If you excuse Lu Chen like this and pick her away from the vortex, will the Zhong family feel disgusted?

Just now you just provoked her with words and asked her to choose a ghost marriage to marry into Zhong's family, forcing Zhonggui's house to fall and not leave.

Be careful picking up sesame seeds and throwing watermelon. "

Zhong Tan sat cross-legged, with a relaxed expression, and said with a soft smile:

"How Zhong Gui died, how badly he died, and by whose hands, these are none of my business, and I'm not curious either.

There are too many enemies of the seedling family.

As for Lu Chen, after being disfigured, he was humiliated and returned. For a woman, this is the limit.

If I go to tease her again, not to mention that she might collapse, I'm afraid the Lu family will also be angry.

The marriage between the two surnames of Zhonglu has become the general trend.

As the eldest son, I must have a long-term perspective.

Lu Chen has this determination and dares to marry and remain a widow, which shows that she is not a short-sighted little woman.

Such a woman is interesting and shouldn't be ruined in Xihe State.

I shielded her from the wind and rain, for love, reason, and profit, all should be. "

The maid clamped the ice sheet with one hand and held it in the air with the other, for fear of falling.

Zhong Tan lowered his head and bit the ice cube, chewing heavily.

She put down the silver tongs and said:

"The woman's thoughts are so repetitive, this kind of love may not make her always stand by your side."

Chong Tan said indifferently: "I know that, she is not the kind of person who keeps her own law and order, and she will definitely cause trouble in the future, so I will continue to protect her."

The maid suddenly covered her mouth with a smile and said:

"Actually, all you need is her body, and everything is settled."

Chong Tan said with an aggrieved face: "Today is my younger brother's first seven days, I am afraid of ghosts."

She kicked Zhong Tan lightly, and Zhong Tan laughed loudly and said:
"You are much prettier than her."

The servant girl sighed: "Your words make it difficult for me to kill her.

This Lu Chen was considered to have survived. "

Chong Tan said, "Does this count as my daily good deeds?
When I arrived at Leiming Temple, I also had the confidence to burn incense. "

Those catastrophes that seem to overwhelm ordinary people, in the eyes of some people, can be blown away with just a light breath.

This is courage.

outside the city.

There are still three miles away from the city.

Xu Qianqiu and his party of three rode on the post road full of pedestrians.

The second son, Xu Fengnian, deliberately restrained his aura.

As for Xu Yizhi and the little girl, there are less than ten people in the world who can see through the realm of the two of them.

Xu Qianqiu did not enter the city in a hurry.

On both sides of the post road, there are deep shade trees, which can provide shade.

Here, there are many melon farmers who sell watermelons

Set up a booth for sale, and keep shouting.

Xu Qianqiu got off his horse and led the horse out of the post road.

Xu Qianqiu led the horse and walked slowly, and came to a strong old farmer's stall.

This melon stand is full of customers, not a single customer.

Tan Qian erected a wooden board and wrote in charcoal:
"A melon with a hundred words, you can choose whatever you want."

Who can afford a melon for a hundred cents?
Xu Qianqiu glanced at the tanned melon farmer.

The latter, who was squatting on the ground, also cast his gaze.

Seeing that his purse was heavy, he grinned and said:

"My son, choose one? It's not delicious, and I don't want a penny from you!"

At this moment, Xu Fengnian, the second son beside him, said curiously:
"Even if it's delicious, I'd say it's not delicious. Do you charge for it?"

The old farmer looked calm, not like a troublemaker, and said:

"No."

Hearing this, the second son Xu Fengnian glanced at his elder brother, let go of the rein, and squatted down to have a look.

A pile of watermelons, no way to start.

So he said, "Old man, help me choose one."

The identity of this melon farmer is not simple.

Although Xu Qianqiu knew his identity, he didn't reveal it.

The right should not be known.

Just sit around and eat melons.

After eating the melon, the three of them sat on the bench and looked at the scenery of Marquis Wu.

Maybe it's because, in an oasis, along the post road, you can look around everywhere.

The clouds are thick, layer upon layer, falling straight down.

It seems to be crushed in the city.

It has the spirit of "the clouds of the nine heavens are drooping".

There is only a thin line between heaven and earth.

Among this line, a building with raised eaves in the city is the most eye-catching.

Following the line of sight of the two, the old farmer said:

"That's Leiming Temple, once you enter the gate of the temple, you can see two rows of eighteen wrathful and frightening Heavenly King warriors.

Those who are timid and feel ashamed in their hearts do not dare to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Outside the temple is the well-known Spring of Joy in Xihe Prefecture.

Vajra glared, Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows.

Talented scholars and beauties with prominent status are willing to go around the temple to visit.

Huanxiquan has become more and more smoky in recent years, and there is actually nothing to see.

If the two young masters believe in Buddhism, they can go to Leiming Temple. "

The second son Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "Old man, I heard that Xihe Prefecture observes festivals, governs the army well, and manages the government well. It is a well-deserved pillar of the imperial court. I don't know if it is true or not?"

As soon as these words came out, both Xu Qianqiu and Lao Nong had strange expressions on their faces.

The old farmer smiled, shook his head and said:
"I said I can't do it right."

Just like his mother, the second son Xu Fengnian, who also believed in Buddhism, looked at the towering Leiming Temple and said to himself:
"Everyone seeks freedom all their lives."

The squatting old farmer held an empty melon and sighed:

"The Bodhisattva rejoices in vain."

After all, the two smiled at each other.

Xu Qianqiu doesn't believe in Buddhism, but he doesn't have any feelings.

Instead, he sensed that there were many assassins lurking in the dark.

Whether intentionally or not, Xu glanced at the old farmer and said to his younger brother:
"Luoyang has entered the city, let's go too!"

Hearing the word Luoyang, the old farmer's eyebrows twitched three or five times.

The corner of Xu Fengnian's mouth twitched.

I don't know why, every time I hear my elder brother mention the word Luoyang, I always feel that it seems to have the meaning of beating me up.

Xu Qianqiu was too lazy to deal with the dark assassin.

The three got up and left.

In fact, except for the watermelon stall of the old farmer in front of them, if they changed to any stall, the watermelon they bought would be highly poisonous.

In Beiliang, which looks like an iron bucket, but is actually undercurrents, every once in a while, there will be people from various sects and top schools who will come to assassinate and seek revenge.

All kinds of stories and legends in the past, countless joys and sorrows.

When he was bored, he wrote a book:
"How to Assassinate and Kill Xu Xiao and One Hundred Ways of Dude"

The Encyclopedia of Ways to Die an Assassin

Both books were written by him.

I just never thought it would be a big hit.

After those dead men saw it, the vast majority of them remained unswerving until their death, even if they lost their lives, they wanted to fly butterflies to fight the fire.

However, it is also understandable.

Many blood feuds have to be traced back to the grandfather's generation.

Since the grandfather's generation, they have been assassinated.

Perhaps Ren Tu could not be killed, but no one would be merciful in killing His Royal Highness.

Since Xu Qianqiu became the king of Beiliang in hereditary inheritance, the number of assassinations has increased.

This is still the case in Beiliang, but now in Beimang, there will only be more.

After entering the city, Xu Qianqiu chose a low-rise inn far away from the Spring of Joy to stay.

The second son, Xu Fengnian, casually asked the staff about the famous tourist attractions in Wuhou City.

I learned from the clerk that two days later, it will be fifteen.

At that time, the Leiming Temple will be full of incense.

(End of this chapter)