Chapter 225: The Prince's Mansion Saves People

Prince Yan Mansion in Beiping.

Under a hundred-year-old locust tree, Daoyan looked at his palms that were getting closer and closer to his head with horror.

With martial arts skills, he unconsciously made dodging moves, lay back, used an iron bridge, and kept this position flying back several feet in place, avoiding the thrilling palm.

Before he could ask questions, he slapped his palms in his chest. In the silence, the wind of the palm was so fierce that it came roaring. Daoyan did not dare to block it, and twisted his body and avoided it.

The two of them went back and forth, and they unknowingly fought many moves, one attacked and the other retreated, with fists and palms running, as fast as lightning.

As he was fighting, the assassin suddenly stopped and said in surprise: "Huh? The bald donkey has two tricks, no wonder he dared to speak so wildly..."

Daoyan's face was pale and hissed, "Who are you? Why do I have to blame you and why do I assassinate me?"

The assassin laughed and said wildly: "You care who I am, as long as you know, the master is my master!"

"What?" Daoyan was stunned.

Before he could ask questions, the assassin made another move.

This time the assassin changed his move, and his movements suddenly became slow. His palms drew circles one after another. The circles were strange and mysterious, as if the soul-catching ropes from hell were drawn to Daoyan one by one.

Daoyan is good at wisdom, but although he is skilled in martial arts, he rarely takes action. Seeing that the assassin's moves are strange, he will whip his fists and attack the circle without knowing it.

With a punch, Daoyan immediately realized something was wrong. He felt that his arm was sucked by a circle. Not only did he lose his strength, he couldn't even pull out his hand. The circle was like a swamp, which seemed calm, but contained infinite murderous intent.

"What strange move?" Dao Yan was shocked, cold sweat gradually flowed down his forehead, and his waxy face turned pale in an instant.

"Tai Chi!" The assassin drew a circle calmly, pulling Daoyan's arm involuntarily into the circle.

Click!

Daoyan's tragic cry of pain cut through the tranquility of the night sky, and one of his arms was broken.

Immediately afterwards, the assassin put his palm on his chest, and Daoyan's body flew upside down several feet like a dead leaf in the autumn wind.

While his body fell to the ground, Daoyan let out a large mouthful of blood, obviously suffering from severe internal injuries.

The assassin was like a ghost, following him up, holding the front of Daoyan's clothes with one hand, hanging his other hand above Daoyan's head with the other hand, waiting for a palm to fall, Daoyan would be destroyed in the world from then on.

"Say!" The assassin said viciously, holding Dao Yan's front.

Daoyan's mouth was bleeding, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he asked with a breath of breath: "Say...what do you say?"

"...Are you still fighting with me for the master's rank?"

"ah?"

"What! Dead bald donkey! I want to get involved in my Taoist master, don't think about it!"

Dao Yan had also experienced several assassinations, but this time it was the one that made him feel the most inexplicable.

"I...I don't!" Daoyan said in grief and anger.

The assassin was stunned and then sighed: "I knew that Xiao Fan's little bastard lied to me again!"

"Xiao Fan?" Daoyan was shocked and angry: "You were sent by... Xiao Fan..."

The assassin ignored him and murmured: "I have the intention to help you, but... God has the virtue of being a good person..."

While pondering, the guards of the royal palace, who were alarmed by Daoyan's screams, were rushing towards them like a tide.

The assassin was not aware of it, and after hesitation for several years, he stomped his feet and said angrily: "Killing will hurt your cultivation, for nothing, for nothing! I will save your life, so you can do it yourself!"

After saying that, the assassin turned around and waited to escape.

Daoyan was relieved and felt relieved from the bottom of his breath. The cold sweat was already flowing through his back. When the night wind blew, it was so cold that it was so cold that it penetrated his bones and hearts.

However, there are unexpected situations in the world.

The assassin just raised his leg, but suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, turned around and sneered at Daoyan who was lying on the ground, then raised his foot and kicked Daoyan hard at the lifeblood.

"Ah——" Daoyan covered his lower body, his eyes slit, and he exclaimed extremely bitter and painful.

At this time, the guards of the royal palace had already rushed over, and they were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

The assassin was very satisfied with his masterpiece. He ignored the guards who kept coming like the tide around him. The assassin paused his right foot, flew up to the ancient locust tree, and his sleeves spread out and disappeared under the vast night, missing.

One foot is abolished, and one person is not allowed to travel thousands of miles away. After the matter is done, he will leave with his clothes and hide his name.

A long echo came from the night sky.

"In the future, chant the sutras and worship the Buddha well, and you are not allowed to make the Master's idea again!"

"I didn't!" Daoyan raised his head and roared in grief, then shook his body a few times, and finally fainted.

After abolishing Daoyan, Zhang Sanfeng had completed half of his mission. Now he has another important thing, - saving people.

A large number of guards in the royal palace were attracted to the east side. Even Zhu Di was shocked when he heard the news and hurried to the garden on the east side.

While there was no one on the west side, Zhang Sanfeng flew down and landed quietly, floating outside the flower hall on the west side of the palace like a spirit cat.

Five or six guards at the door were chopped over by Zhang Sanfeng before they could make a sound.

A light was lit in the flower hall, and Zhang Sanfeng kicked open the door, and a woman with white powder thicker than the bottom of the bottle came forward.

"Are you Zhang Hongqiao's aunt... Ghost-"

Zhang Sanfeng saw the woman's face clearly and was shocked. He subconsciously kicked her, then flew out of the flower hall.

The woman was also kicked to the point of flying backwards, screamed, and lay on the ground and moaned, "I... it's not a ghost!"

Zhang Sanfeng also recovered his emotions and stood outside the flower hall and murmured: "I almost forgot that people in Taoism are the ones who catch ghosts..."

"...I'm not a ghost!"

Zhang Sanfeng turned his head and glanced at the woman with a ghost-like face, and closed her eyes again with disgust.

"Shut up! Cover your head with a cloth, I will take you out..."

The woman was surprised and happy: "You... are you here to save my slave?"

"nonsense!"

The woman patted her fat breasts and smiled relievedly, "Amitabha, the Bodhisattva has finally opened her eyes, thank you Bodhisattva..."

"You should thank Laojun Sanqing. Is it all right to save you? " Zhang Sanfeng said coldly.

The woman was very aware of the current affairs and knew how to look at her face. She quickly changed her words: "...Amitabha Buddha."

Zhang Sanfeng's expression calmed down a little: "Put your head over and follow me. You look so scary. I am afraid that I will beat you to death if I accidentally happens halfway..."

The woman responded happily, then paused, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said timidly: "Are you a pervert? Although I am old, I am quite pretty..."

"Sperm?" Zhang Sanfeng screamed.

Zhang Sanfeng finally got angry. He grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her to a large bronze mirror in the hall. Then he stood side by side with her, pointed at the two people in the mirror and shouted: "Look clearly, who is the two of us like ghosts?"

"I." The woman admitted honestly.

"That's all! I'm afraid you will have a plan for me..."

The woman glanced at him and lowered her head shyly: "The Taoist priest...is quite pretty..."

Zhang Sanfeng was about to go crazy. Without saying a word, he slashed the woman fainted. The woman's body was fat and just as she carried her shoulders, Zhang Sanfeng's horse stance was unstable and he staggered.

"Xiao Fan, you bastard, you've found me a good job!" Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth and murmured.

After leaving the flower hall, passing the uninhabited corridor, and reaching the wall of the palace, looking at the towering wall, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the fat woman on his shoulders and sighed dejectedly: "I have been flying all my life, but I didn't expect that I would climb the wall one day... I haven't done this for many years!"

Under the night, a flowing figure was carrying a woman on her back, clumsy hands and feet kicking around, climbing under the wall inch by inch and moving...

While Zhang Sanfeng climbed the wall with sorrow and anger, Xiao Fan was immersed in the gentle hometown and was happy.

People have different destinies, and Xiao Fan is destined to enjoy his destiny.

The imperial envoy returned to the capital with a ceremonial guard. When he arrived in Yanzhou, Shandong, Zhang Hongqiao's injuries finally improved.

In the temporary gear, Zhang Hongqiao leaned against the head of the bed and coughed softly. His pair of watery eyes looked at Xiao Fan sitting at her bed from time to time. Even a fool could feel the affection in his beautiful eyes clearly.

He smiled softly, and a blush unconsciously floated on his cheeks. Zhang Hongqiao was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Of course, Xiao Fan is not a fool. He is much smarter than a fool. After all the truth was solved, Xiao Fan felt more pity and gratitude for this poor woman. He told himself that he must treat her well, just like the promise he had given her. If he would not let this poor woman suffer a little more in this life, the rest of her life should be happy and fulfilling.

Xiao Fan also looked at her, and the tenderness in his eyes was like a pool of spring water, which was bottomless, but it made people unable to help but fall into it.

Zhang Hongqiao felt his body start to become hot, his cheeks quickly flushed, and even his breathing became rapid.

A bowl of top blood swallows, stir gently in a silver spoon, and then hand it to Zhang Hongqiao's mouth.

Seeing Zhang Hongqiao's breathing rapidly and his cheeks were red, Xiao Fan said in surprise: "Why are you doing this? Have you taken aphrodisiac?"

Zhang Hongqiao was embarrassed when he heard this and said angrily: "You... are simply a gentle and scum!"

Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows badly: "Or... I look like an aphrodisiac, which makes you unable to help but be moved?"

"You..." Zhang Hongqiao was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to hit him.

Xiao Fan had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed her hand and held it in the palm of his hand.

"I didn't realize that the river was far away when I returned home. I went to the red bridge with the moon in the middle of the night..." Xiao Fan held his jade hand like a tender onion and chanted.

Zhang Hongqiao's body couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes instantly turned red.
To be continued...