The Rich Sect

Author: Yao Jishan

The Rich Sect

"Sir, please spare me. I'm looking for someone here."

Wang Kuang gestured and cupped his hands towards Shujiu, with a helpless expression on his face, and even changed his title to "Sir" as a joke.

Shujiu didn't insist and gave up with a smile.

After passing through the verandah and coming out of the corner door, the outer study is already in sight. However, there are no candles in the room at this time. Only a red woven gauze lantern hangs in the corner of the courtyard, which looks very deserted.

Looking at the lone lamp in the distance, Wang Kuang's brows became gloomy again.

Shujiu and he had always been on speaking terms. When he saw this, he asked, "But is there something incompatible?"

Speaking of which, Shujiu can be regarded as a man who has read a lot of poetry and books. He joined the "Book" club because of his success in reading. He is different from those warriors who only like to fight bravely.

And Wang Kuang specially picked him this time, partly because he took a fancy to him and regarded him as half a comrade. He would always discuss anything with him. Since leaving the villa, the relationship between the two has been very good.

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Hearing this, Wang Kuang sighed sadly, casually moved a poplar branch lying in front of him, and said:

"Mangtai is too old. In the past few days since we have been here, he has revealed his identity and methods more than once, but he has remained silent. It was not until I sent the words to him just now that he thought about sending a message to Changli.

.I’m really worried about the next arrangements.”

Having said this, he smiled again: "This is rare. A foreign barbarian actually knows how to use his brain, play with his mind, and judge his will and suspicion. He is actually no worse than the people in my Yan Department. I was suspicious just now.

I’m dealing with my colleagues.”

"The ability of the Jin people to build a country has its own merits." Shu Jiu's voice was solemn, and so was his expression.

He has always cherished people with extraordinary qualities. Whenever he goes to kill such people, he will also attach a bit of respect and write with their blood. The writing will be smooth and the meaning of the words is profound, far better than Jianghu.

Human blood has more flavor.

For example, the two armor leaders just now are full of killing power, far better than ordinary warriors. They are tempered by leading troops in battles for many years. They wrote books with their blood, especially "The Way of War" and "Martial Strategy"

, Fang will not live up to that bloody courage on the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Shujiu couldn't help but move his fingers on his belt.

In a book, the higher you get, the more you pay attention to a state of mind, and the higher the requirements for writing and ink.

Nowadays, it is difficult for him to have the same wanton feeling as before. There is no other reason, but there are fewer and fewer people in this world who deserve to be killed by him.

As for the people who live like flies and dogs, there are too many to kill them all, but what's the point of killing such people? He really can't even think of writing.

"That's very true." Wang Kuang smiled, but he agreed with Shu Jiu's words, "Dazhuangtou is determined to win this time, and we can't lose his prestige."

As he spoke, he turned around again and looked where he came from.

The night has covered the courtyard, and the lights are bright in the distance, but only a bunch of blurry shadows are left. The darkness beyond the shadow is chaotic and huge, and the edges can't be seen at all.

The current situation in Baishuang City is also like this at this night.

Wang Kuang sighed again.

The feeling of being tipsy came over him, and he staggered a little. He stretched out his hand to hold on to the wall beside him to steady himself, half-closed his eyes and waved:

"That's it, Ah Jiu, you can go now. If you're too late, I'm afraid there will be a curfew. I'll go back to the house, don't worry about me."

Shu Jiu stood with his sleeves folded, when suddenly the ear porch moved, his sleeves swept away, and his figure was gone.

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"Click", the latch hook on the half-old red lacquered door suddenly slipped, and the door leaf was pushed open from the outside. A young man wearing peacock blue costumes tiptoed into the door, and the hand holding the door knocker pushed back.

The red door closed silently and slowly. He looked around and started to walk, but his body suddenly froze.

At some point, a person stood in front of him.

The moonlight is like water, and I can see that the man's robe is exposed to the wind, and his wide sleeves are fluttering. He seems to be a scholar strolling under the moon. Even if there is a fishy and fierce aura in his face, he is washed away by the clarity of the scholar.

Much cleaner.

The young man was stunned for two breaths, and then he hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I have met my senior."

The rather anxious voice slightly covered up the trembling in his words.

"Hmm." Shujiu responded casually, looking indifferently at the young man's back.

Behind the young man was an iron box, three feet long and half a foot wide. There was a faint trace of blood in the box.

That is the aura inherent in the Meteor Yue.

Strange weapons made of strange objects are naturally different from ordinary weapons, just like the legendary sword in the box that sounds when a master encounters a powerful enemy. At this moment, because a master like Shujiu appears, the meteor ax also has

The blood is flowing, and there is a strong intention to show off.

If it is nourished with blood all year round, this yue will definitely become a magical weapon.

"Where is your respected master?" After a quick glance, Shu Jiu's eyes fell on the peacock blue exorcism equipment in front of him again, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

He was very fond of the meteor axe.

It's a pity that the rules of the villa have always been very strict, and a high-ranking person like him is never allowed to challenge a junior. Although he is outside the villa now, he has to follow this rule. Firstly, he is a scholar and has always respected his status. Secondly,

Where the "man hiding the weapon" is and when he will show up are unknown.

In the villa, anyone with the word "Zang" as their nickname must be a master of transformation, without exception. And such a master is definitely not the enemy of Shu Jiu at this time.

Although he is murderous and bloodthirsty, he has not suffered from madness.

It was just a rare weapon, not worth the risk he took.

"Master has gone to collect medicine." The young man's head was slightly hung, and under the peacock blue exorcism tool, his forehead was soaked with cold sweat.

The night breeze was blowing gently all around, and a few late plum blossoms were blooming with fragrant stamens and a faint fragrance. But standing opposite Shu Jiu, he seemed to be isolated in a cage. Outside the cage, there was a giant beast entrenched.

At this moment, the giant beast stared at him lazily, seemingly without any malice, but the blood all over the young man's body became colder little by little under this gaze.

He couldn't help but shudder.

The chill rising from the depths of his heart was quickly spreading to his limbs. If it weren't for the internal energy running in his dantian that brought out a trace of warmth, his teeth would probably chatter at this moment.

Shu Jiu, however, only glanced at him twice, nodded, and looked away.

A very faint fishy smell was coming from the meteor ax. Upon closer sniffing, it seemed to be the smell of herbs mixed with some kind of animal blood.

It's quite similar to Gouba Pingsu's breath.

Shu Jiu looked into the distance, but the corner of his eye slid towards the young man's hand hanging by his side. After a few breaths, he moved his fingers:

"Is this also given by your respected master?"

Where the fingertips pointed, it was the boy's right hand.

A finger tiger made of fine steel was glowing green on the young man's index finger.
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