Chapter 144 Entering the Shenhou Mansion

Author: Night Rain Lights

Chapter 144 Entering the Shenhou Mansion

The rain has not stopped and the sky is already dark.

On the long street, Chen Zhuo was wearing a rain hat and carrying a treasure on his back, and was standing outside a time-honored blacksmith shop. He didn't even go to "Huichuntang" and was holding a few pieces of sesame cakes in his hand and eating slowly.

The hot fire in the shop scattered through the door, dyeing a layer of blood-like red on the wet street.

One old and one young, the father and son were struggling with heavy hammers, sweating profusely, and their thick and tangled muscles were baked red.

Seeing Chen Zhuo coming, the old man wiped the sweat from his body, turned into the inner room, and when he came out again, he was already holding two pairs of knife bags in his hand.

The fire leaps and the fire is flowing. Two rows of snow-colored swords are half exposed in the knife bag, which are like willow leaves. Each of them is a flying knife of willow leaves.

There are also two hundred-die steel knives.

Chen Zhuo put the steel knife into his back, hid the knife bag, paid most of the money on his body, and walked towards the other end.

As soon as those arrows were released, Tong Guan would undoubtedly completely jump into the tiger's den called "Jianghu".

But he really didn't want to deal with the intrigue forces and do his best to do his best.

If he really wanted to make a choice, he would rather go north to attack Liao with Tong Guan. Perhaps only under the impact of national hatred, family hatred, blood and fire, could he integrate into this era faster.

The destination of a martial artist has always been a battlefield. In the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, guns and cannons were rampant, and martial arts declined without a chance. How can you miss the battle of thousands of troops, and sooner or later you have to go to the battlefield on earth again?

Chen Zhuo walked alone in the rain, thinking in his heart where to go.

The rain was thick and people came and went on the street.

Many people in the world, the heroes of the golf are in a hurry. It is estimated that Su Mengzing led the king and Bai and the other two began to fight back.

Of course, we have to fight back. Three of the six confidants died, two of them turned against each other, and five of them went there at once. As long as we have courage, loyalty and blood, we will probably fight back, let alone Su Mengzhen.

It has probably reached the territory of "Six-Fan Tang".

Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei, two depressed and unsuccessful people, have now gained the momentum of "Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower". I believe that it will be famous in the capital's martial arts world in not long.

He walked aimlessly, suddenly his eyes trembled, and he took half a step to the left. The next moment, a caltrop had hit the place where he was standing.

Chen Zhuo immediately took another step to the right, and several cold star-like hidden weapons fell to the left, tempting poison and igniting a ball of eye-catching Mars.

For a moment, it seemed like a pulling touch of the whole body.

The market where there were many pedestrians suddenly became empty. The roofs on both sides were covered with murderous intent in the shadows. Countless hidden weapons came from all directions, and all the movements broke through the air.

Chen Zhuo had already understood that the past was all disguised.

"Six-cent Hall?"

Unfortunately, although this hidden weapon is urgent, it is not as good as the waves of arrow rains during the day.

Chen Zhuo walked slowly on the street, and every step exceeded the expectations of the ambushers, but he could always avoid it first.

Suddenly, my back fell from the rain.

But everyone's pupils shrank, because the man disappeared.

When all the ambushers turned their eyes in the rainy night, they looked around and looked around. When they were looking around, a figure was as fast as a ghost, like a monkey flying from a flip, falling from a small flip, landing lightly and silently, black hair flying under the hat, a Rakshasa face

He was already scrubbing dozens of murderous intent in the darkness from a corner of the eaves.

With a slight slight narrowing of his eyes, he had already flipped over and flipped down.

In the shadow, a man in black was wandering his eyes, and suddenly fell down in front of him. When he looked at the face of the blue-faced and fanged Rakshasa, his heart broke out and he couldn't help but scream. He raised his sword backhand and slashed several times at the person in front of him.

Blade light.

The sword lights were like a crisscrossing and murderous intent, but the evil thing was that the person in front of him walked left and right and actually avoided them all.

A big hand soared into the sky and was pressed on the head of the man in black.

Before the man could scream, his head sank and collapsed into his chest.

"Hello!"

I suddenly heard a shrill roar in the rain.

In an instant, at least twenty people flashed out of the street, flew, palms, swords and swords, and rushed towards Chen Zhuo in an all-round way.

But in the wind and rain, there seemed to be thunder flying by. In the blink of an eye, the wind and rain were as old as before, and a blue-clothed person was rushing. On the long street, more than 20 people flew around, like hanging paintings and sticking to walls

Slide down, leaving a blood mark.

Chen Zhuo walked forward with his back on his back for a while, and flew to flew quickly, because there was murderous intent behind him, and it became more and more intense. He was afraid that a master had come, but he suddenly seemed to have some sense and lifted his eyes.

.

In the misty rain, I saw a person sitting quietly on the corner of the street.

This man was not sitting on a stool, but in a wheelchair, with his legs knee-length and a very calm face. He was wearing a Confucian scholar's cloth collar, a white shirt and long sleeves, and a sword-eyed eyebrows and thin lips. He was cold and solemn.

When he saw Chen Zhuo, a little worry flashed between the man's eyebrows, his face pale as if he had seen the sunshine for a long time, gloomy but unusual.

The man just raised his eyes and glanced at the rain curtain behind Chen Zhuo, and all the murderous intentions had receded.

Chen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then looked at the door beside him, and before he knew it, he actually arrived at the Shenhou Mansion again.

He turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't expect that this man spoke slowly, "Ahem... wait..."

"Where can you go? Since you haven't been with Su Mengzhen, you have killed the two masters of the Six-Fan Hall. Even if you leave the capital, you may have to live incognito in the future."

This person's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, but Chen Zhuo could hear it very clearly.

The other party already knew about the battle of "Ku Shui Shop".

With such a breath, he is also a person with a disabled body or a "Shenhou Mansion", and his identity is about to emerge.

It is the leader of the four famous arrests who are known as "walking thousands of miles without legs, but not guarding thousands of hands", Wuqing, Sheng Yayu.

He had seen this person. During the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival a few days ago, the person happened to return home and the two met.

However, in terms of means, this person is similar to him.

Because this man has not cultivated his internal strength, he has become the only one in the world with his hidden weapon skills. Although his legs are broken, his light skills are the best in the world. He is also proficient in the five elements of the mechanism, medicine, poison, and pharmacology. In addition to not being able to do internal skills, he is simply a versatile talent, but also a

Wizards.

"Since you have been here twice, you should believe in your feelings, so why not come in and take a look."

Chen Zhuo paused his feet, "I'm just a little man."

He ruthlessly closed his wide sleeves and said slowly: "It's not going to be there after tonight. That archery technique is enough to be unique in the martial arts world. No way, at this moment, the entire capital is looking for you, and someone wants to recruit you,

Someone wants to kill you."

It is easy to avoid open guns, but it is hard to prevent hidden arrows, not to mention such incredible archery techniques. If a cold arrow is fired behind the scenes, everyone will be worried. Therefore, for many people, they are not at ease to fall into anyone's hands.

It falls into your own hands.

Seeing Chen Zhuo silent, he sighed ruthlessly: "This world is not only about fighting for power and power to become famous. There are more choices in life than you can see."

Chen Zhuo looked at the "Shenhou Mansion"...

...

"What's going on?"

Inside the Sanhe Building.

A gentle question was made and spit out of a man with his head down.

This building is not very eye-catching, even very ordinary, but it is a bit special when it falls at the boundary between Liufenbantang and Jinfeng Xiyu Building.

And this person sitting was the one who witnessed "Grandma Douzi" dying in front of him during the day.

He is not ordinary. If the owner of the "Six-and-a-half-cent-hall" is considered an ordinary person, then 99% of the people in the world will probably commit suicide in shame.

This person is the "military advisor" of Liufen-half Hall and the right-hand man of the chief of the hall. There are even rumors in the world that he is more terrifying than Leishen, and more mysterious, and amazing.

, controls the life and death of countless people, and has the power to the capital.

He is the "low-headed dragon" Di Feijing.

He is very young, and he is not like a big man who is in a high position and has a powerful world.

She sat on a slightly old wooden chair with a snow-white robe, a black cloak, a hair and a low head.

While asking, his slender and fair hands touched his ten fingers lightly, and dripping raindrops were collected from the eaves outside the window, as if he could see the misty rain of Beijing and the lights of thousands of houses hidden outside the window.

Since Su Mengzhen has appeared, how can he be missing, as the think tank who has expanded territory for Liufen-half.

Someone beside him replied respectfully: "If you go back to the hall master, Su Mengzhen is almost at the breaking door."

Di Fei sighed in shock, "I was not asking him. Since the Kushui Shop was a failure, the arrangement was in vain. It was inevitable that he could kill the broken door. He had to exclaim his anger. What I asked was

Those three people who were disorganized.”

The subordinates beside him replied: "Two follow Su Mengzhen and die, and one is gone."

Di Fei asked in surprise: "Didn't I say I must bring the one who left?"
To be continued...