On the other side of Wenqinglou Street, shops closed in the evening, and a noodle stall and a midnight snack shed will be set up on the aisle. A steaming pot is equipped with a stove, and noodles, wontons, dumplings and other food are placed on the chopping board next to it. Two wooden tables and several benches form a simple noodle stall.

Sun Ji noodle stall has been in place for eight years. The stall owner Xiao Sun made good noodles. People who came back late were willing to take two more steps to Sun Ji noodle stall to eat a bowl of hot wontons. There are many brothels beside Qinglou. The girls in the building often come to take care of the business, and the business of the small noodle stall gradually became prosperous.

The business was good tonight, and two wooden tables were filled with people. A scholar wearing a blue shirt on the wooden table shouted to Xiao Sun, "Boss Sun, cook twenty more dumplings, boil 20 liquors, and cut pork head meat." Xiao Sun agreed loudly and became busy with his family. Since he got married, the small noodle stall sold more snacks and some homemade water and wine. The dumplings were served on the table, and the heat surged, making the originally dim light blurry, and the faces of the few people around the table became distorted and deformed.

The scholar with a round face on his head turned his ears and listened to the faint laughter and the sound of silk and bamboo coming from the Qinglou, and sighed: "Oh, I studied hard in the same cold window, some people became guests, while others sighed on the street. We have to wait for another three years, but I don't know what the result is?" His words caused the other four people to sigh together.

After a moment of silence, the eight-character broom on his right hand said softly with a bitter face: "Tonight the governor invites the new Jie Yuan banquet, and everyone carries the flower sedan chair. Jiang Jie Yuan people are called Jiangnan Xiaocixian. I wonder what other excellent works will be published tonight."

"I want to talk about Jiang Jieyuan's poems, I'm convinced." The beautiful young man in the lower head put down his chopsticks and said, "Alan clamored to see Jiang Cixian a while ago, but I don't have the ability to introduce Yuanlang to her."

The three-headed scholar next to him sighed: "Time is also luck and fate. Not to mention that Ye has studied hard for twenty years, Wu Yuanshi from Angu County is not even absent from the title of "Dezhou Wenxiu". Looking at this Jiangbang, it is fairer than before. Alas, Ye missed this time, so he could only go home to teach a few children to live."

A man in the corner was eating dumplings, listening to the discussions of several people, and from time to time looked up at Wen Qinglou. The fire was jumping in his eyes, like a ghost fire.

Everyone was happy and enjoyed the wine. The banquet ended until the second update. Everyone was drunk and took the gifts from Jiang Anyi, and took the car by car, got on the sedan chair, and made the birds and beasts scattered.

Jiang Anyi thanked Boss Huang and rewarded the friend. Then he turned over. Jiang Anyi drank a lot of wine tonight, and rode on the charcoal a little and didn't notice a black shadow following him. The world has been peaceful for a long time, and there is no curfew in Wenping Mansion. On the second day of the winter night, the streets were deserted and there was no one to see.

Wenqing Tower is in the west of the city, and Jiang Anyi’s inn is in the south of the city, several streets across. Jiang Anyi was illuminated with a lantern in his hand. It was deep in the night, the wind whistled, and the lights were swaying.

A subtle footsteps came from behind him. Jiang Anyi turned around. The street was empty and there was no one. Jiang Anyi secretly woke up. Qin Haiming had just been killed last night, so would the murderer come to deal with him? The horse walked forward, but his ears listened to the sound behind him.

Suddenly, hearing the bad wind behind his head, Jiang Anyi turned over and stood beside the horse. Several cold winds whizzed by, "tuk tuk" sounded several times, and there were a few more blue and strong things on the ground.

A black shadow jumped high and rushed towards Jiang Anyi. Jiang Anyi took the opportunity to get off the horse and gently slapped the charcoal body. The charcoal was smart and spread its four hooves and ran away.

The cold light came towards us, and the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred up by the energy and floated backwards. Jiang Anyi leaned down, made way out of the steel knife, clenched his fists with both hands, and instead of retreating, he pounded the person's chest and abdomen fiercely.

Black Shadow obviously didn't expect Jiang Anyi to respond so quickly. In a panic, the knife pressed down and twisted his body to the side. Although his fists were empty, the energy made the black shadow feel pain under his ribs. Black Shadow's feet fell to the ground, took a cold breath, and said, "Internal strength, you are actually an expert in the internal family. Could it be that Heizi died in your hands? Could it be you?"

When Jiang Anyi heard the black shadow talk about the black figure, he immediately reported that the person who came was Guo Jingshan who missed the net. Jiang Anyi didn't answer, if you want my life, don't blame me for killing you, take a step forward, raise your leg and kick it.

Guo Jingshan took a deep breath, clenched his fists in front of his abdomen, and a "pa" sound came from his muscles and bones, and his already burly body expanded three points. His leg kicked Guo Jingshan's arm and made a sound like gold and stone. Jiang Anyi was shocked to retreat several steps before he stood up.

"So what about the internal family? Guo has the Vajra to protect his body, and he is invulnerable to swords and guns." Guo Jingshan smiled and punched him. Jiang Anyi stretched out his hand to make a fuss, feeling that he was hit by an iron rod, and the pain was unreasonable. Guo Jingshan was unreasonable, waving his arms like a demon possessed by a demon, drawing countless phantoms in the air, and Ling Li attacked Jiang Anyi incomparably.

When they suddenly met a strong enemy, Jiang Anyi was arrogant and unwilling to give in. He condensed his energy into his arms and refused to give in. The two of them smashed dozens of punches like a blacksmith. Finally, the four punches collided with each other, and a muffled "peng" sound. The two of them felt a trembling shock, and they couldn't help but take two steps back.

Jiang Anyi felt severe pain in his fists, his arms were sore and numb, and the true qi in the meridians of his arms ran around uncontrollably. He hurriedly sinking his qi to the Dantian, calming his breathing, and slowly straightening out the true qi. Only then did he feel that the pain was relieved a little.

Guo Jingshan was shocked. He had practiced the Vajra Art for more than 30 years, but he was unable to get hurt by a brass and iron bones. With this skill, he was firmly ranked first among the four major guardians in the Yuantian Sect and eliminated his opponents for the Sect. Many dragon guards died under his iron hands.

It was precisely because of his confidence in his own kung fu that Guo Jingshan remained safe when he was searching for him in the city. He didn't expect that he could even punch dozens of punches with him today without any allowance. He had a cool air moving between his arms like a snake, and his blood was about to be frozen. Guo Jingshan stared at Jiang Anyi tightly. In time, would he not escape when he met him?

After years of fighting at the critical moment of life and death, Guo Jingshan was extremely determined. After hesitating, he made up his mind to get rid of Jiang Anyi. Guo Jingshan roared lowly, and his whole body emitted a hazy yellow light, and rushed towards Jiang Anyi again like an evil ghost.

Jiang Anyi no longer blocked the body. The true energy in his body was freely circulating, and his body became erratic. His clothes flew wildly with the wind, like a butterfly flying in the wind, flexible and freely in the flowers. Slowly, Jiang Anyi entered a mysterious state, his spirit and body perfectly fit together, and he felt the true energy and command the body, making the most accurate and meticulous response to the external stimuli. The meticulous sense of control was like a butcher cutting a cow, not more than one, making people intoxicated and happy. Jiang Anyi couldn't help laughing happily, and had a little more understanding of the mental method to defend against enemies.

A storm-like attack was ineffective at all, and Guo Jingshan was a little discouraged. After all, he was still being compiled by Long Wei. It was delayed for a long time, and there were many dreams. Guo Jingshan wanted to retreat. He was about to retreat, but suddenly lanterns rose everywhere, and the streets and roofs were densely surrounded by people.

Jiang Anyi had no choice but to take action first, pushing his palms together, and a strong wind hit Guo Jingshan's chest. Guo Jingshan continued to respond, thinking of changing his breath in the air, but as soon as he opened his mouth to spit out exhaust gas, Jiang Anyi's fist wind came, like a heavy hammer hitting his chest. Guo Jingshan was smashed and fell back and fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to get up, countless swords and guns had already surrounded him, and Guo Jingshan had to surrender.
Chapter completed!