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Fireflies are flying, summer insects are hanging.

The Dragon Boat Festival night has an atmosphere of early summer.

The tranquility of Wenqiao Lane is in sharp contrast with the noisy garden party. The explosion in the small courtyard did not alarm the alleys of nine out of ten families. The small families had already dragged their children and walked together in groups of three to attend the garden party in West Lake. The stage team of the Liyuan Garden, the lights and decorations of the dance music workshop, the streets were crowded, and the Dragon Boat Festival was immersed in the playful atmosphere.

The moonlight quietly climbed up to the willows, and joy and peace enveloped the entire Hangzhou city, forming a sharp contrast with the bloody and sternness of Wenqiao Lane. In the place where the colorful red lanterns could not shine, a bloody battle of life and death was launched.

Song Zhao has met all kinds of cruel bandits, and in fact, there are many more vicious and cruel guys than Chen Zhongqing. However, he has never encountered a monster as calm and rational as him. A weak scholar can break his neck with just a little force, but the other party can make full use of the situation and get caught off guard. This courage and courage are probably only worthy of the boss behind Jufulou. Song Zhao, who is as tall as the Vajra Rakshasa, can't figure out what kind of scholar is that he can carry things like a short knife and lime with him?

He coughed, and the air around the corner of his mouth was stained with a small piece of scarlet red. Song Zhao tried hard to hold up his eyelids and stared at Chen Zhongqing with the only remaining eye. He wanted to try hard to see what this guy who was as kind as a Buddha and had a heart that was poisoned by a snake and a scorpion was trying to do.

The moon was like flowing water, gently covering the short knife, flashing with a sharp cold light.

"Don't say that scholars have no courage, a volume of scriptures shakes Kunlun."

"A gentleman has something to do with himself, and then seeks everything."

"When God is about to give a great responsibility to this man, he must first suffer his mind and mind, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body, empty his body, and act and disturb his actions..."

While Chen Zhongqing whispered the famous poems and lyrics that were lying in his mind, he dragged Yang Ping's body to the corner. The biggest headache he had now is how to deal with these two half-dead people. They had seen their appearance and must not let these two criminals continue to live. Since Qin Shaoyou came to them, no one of the masterminds behind the scenes could escape.

He was originally involved in the conspiracy of Bianliang coup, so how could he cause more trouble? The creed that he adheres to is to eliminate the roots without leaving any trace.

The blood-stained hand groped on Yang Ping's half-dead corpse for a long time, and finally found a small piece of bronze medal in his arms, with a flat character engraved on it, and was stained with blood on the upper part. Chen Zhongqing put the bronze medal into his arms, grabbed the back of the other party's head, and hit a large bluestone in the corner of the wall.

While smashing, he cursed, "You can have some professional qualities when doing this kind of activity with your identity card?"

One, two, three... In the moonlight, only the sound of flesh and blood shattering on the stone, just like the wail of the livestock in the butcher's hand, Song Zhao, who was lying directly opposite, watched the last reluctance and resentment left on his face before his sworn brother died, until Chen Zhongqing smashed his entire face so that he could not tell the human form.

"drink……"

He was struggling desperately.

Noting the movements on Song Zhao, Chen Zhongqing turned around, looked at the strong man with wide eyes, and smiled and said to him, "Sorry, I need to destroy the body. If the government recognizes your identity, it will be detrimental to the girl in the house. Since I have started, I will just send it to the Buddha to the West. I will burn more paper for you next year's Qingming Festival."

Song Zhao clenched his fists tightly. The rebirth before his death made him try to struggle to get up. He stood up like a bloody bronze bone bell, staring at the scholar standing in the corner with an innocent face.

Even if he dies, he will tear Chen Zhongqing to pieces.

A scholar with such a vicious method cannot be kept, and he must be buried with him even if he dies.

Song Zhao walked towards Chen Zhongqing step by step. He pulled out the short knife inserted into his body and aimed the blade at Chen Zhongqing. However, the other party looked at him with a calm smile. When he was five steps away, his gaze suddenly looked behind him and said in surprise, "Hey, Lao Jia, you are here."

Song Zhao was shocked and thought there was an ambush behind him, so he suddenly turned around. But he found nothing.

Chen Zhongqing suddenly made a move at the moment when he turned around. The sharp knife in his hand shook a half arc and pierced into his kidneys. Then he tightened the handle of the knife and rotated horizontally ninety degrees. He used both hands at the same time, pulling out a wide bloody mouth from his left abdomen to the right.

Blood splattered, and bleeding in the abdomen was like a fountain.

After completing this assassination, Chen Zhongqing immediately took several steps back and walked to the wide area to avoid being forced to retreat by Song Zhao. He stared at the eight-foot-foot man with a gloomy look and said coldly, "I have never liked you, you martial arts practitioners, are always strong and unexpected. Damn, I originally agreed to Lord Lanting to attend the garden poetry party tonight, but I was delayed by you two bastards."

Song Zhao knelt down, and this time he never stood up again.

It collapsed like a giant mountain.

The night returned to calm again, Chen Zhongqing took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He had never seen the domineering rich children spending money on their work in his previous life, but when they fell on their heads for the first time, he still felt a little nervous and trembling in his heart.

He waited for a while until he realized that the other party could not stand up, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the sudden sound in the courtyard scared him so much that he almost couldn't hold the knife.

"Young Master, you called me just now?"

Chen Zhongqing, who was pale, raised his head and saw Lao Jia sitting steadily on the low wall, leading a jar of daughter Hong with his left hand, one leg hanging on the low wall, the other leg bent, and one hand on it, he asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Master, aren't you going to attend a garden poetry party tonight?"

If it weren't for the wrinkled face, Chen Zhongqing would have thought he was a master who had been born.

Lao Jia didn't care at all that Chen Zhongqing finished two people here, put his half-drink daughter Hong aside, and said, "Go, just leave it to Lao Jia. Lao Jia has been in the Chen family for many years, and cooking aftermath is a matter of duty. I am a dead soldier raised by the great master."

When Chen Zhongqing heard Lao Jia say this, he was stunned. The officials and wealthy families in the Southern Jin Dynasty regarded raising dead soldiers as the trend. He did not expect that the ghost that his father secretly raised was actually the old Jia who was not astonishingly beautiful.

Since he had revealed his identity at this moment, there was no need for him to continue to pester here. He said hello and handed over the mess to Jia San. Song Wanwan on the bed slept very smoothly, and she didn't know that there had been bloody storms in the courtyard.

Chen Zhongqing didn't want her to know either.

"Old Jia, you stay here tonight and protect Miss Song. I'm worried that Qin Shaoyou will have some tricks. By the way, how many second-grade masters can you pick? Two or three?"

Old Jia shook his head.

Chen Zhongqing felt a little desperate when he heard this, "No one can't beat anyone, right?"

"Pooh."

Old Jia looked at the young master with contempt and said disdainfully, "Old Jia has no opponent in Hangzhou City."

Of course, Chen Zhongqing didn't believe what he said, "But let you down, Lao Jia, I'll tell you, if someone really comes, you can drag it, and if you can't drag it, take Miss Song to run away. My stay here will only cause you. Anyway, Brother Zhongxu is the commander of Liangzhe Road. If he knows that his younger brother was being hunted down in Hangzhou, even if the King of Heaven wants to protect him, the Qin family will not be able to cover him. Even if our family may lose power, he will still hold their Qin family back."

Old Jiannu blunt his mouth, looking disgusting.

If it wasn't for being inseparable from being inseparable from being in trouble, Chen Zhongqing really wanted to give up his background and have a wonderful plot of pretending to be slapping in the face. But now that there hasn't been any news from Bianliang, he can only endure it for the time being.

When the golden scale meets the wind and clouds turn into dragons, and Hangzhou is full of snow and snow, he is far ahead and makes a big splash.

Finally, I explained a few words to Lao Jia, turned around and went out. I calculated the time. The garden poetry meeting had just begun, and Chen Zhongqing still had the opportunity to rush over.

The short boots were pedaling on the bluestone slab, like dense drum beats. Chen Zhongqing ran out of Wenqiao Alley with a breath. When he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, he looked back and saw Lao Jia's back sitting cross-legged on the wall. Under the moonlight at the willow branches, the background looked very much like some born masters or land gods.

If Chen Zhongqing didn't think about the slutty look of his nose, he would still be envious and scolded.
Chapter completed!