Chapter 47: A sudden glance, a perfect profile (Second update, more to come later.) “小木.” In the courtyard of Huayuan Street, Kou Heng called Yun Mu and asked, "Where have Ye Ze, Sun Kang, and Qiao Bai gone?" Yun Mu’s lips trembled, and he lowered his head and said nothing. Looking at his appearance, Kou Heng seemed to have a spark flashing in his mind: "They..." From the moment they moved into this courtyard house, Kou Heng was keenly aware that there were suddenly many temptations around them. Things that I never dared to think about before, someone has worked hard to deliver. Even if you are afraid that it will be difficult for you to put it away, the other party can cleverly create various names to make you feel that there is no risk in accepting it. In addition, everyone is very kind to them, even flattering them, including some beautiful women. When getting along with them, I always feel that every look in their eyes is full of desire and reluctance. means. Previously, he thought that this was a side effect of power and a secular means of testing cadres, but now it seems that things may not be that simple.
"Xiao Mu, I'm afraid there is something wrong with the mayor. I suspect that he is colluding with Yizhuang and belongs to an interest group." Kou Heng said with a heavy heart. Yun Mu thought thoughtfully: "It's very possible. Brother Heng, what should we do? Should we tell Aze and the others about this?" Kou Heng shook his head and said: "No, they have most likely been corrupted. Even if we tell them the truth, they won't believe it, or rather, they don't want to believe it! For the current plan, we can only reveal this benefit as soon as possible. The true face of the group, I hope to use reality to make them realize their mistakes.” “I will always support you, Brother Heng.” Yun Mu said like a vow. Kou Heng smiled happily, then straightened his expression and said solemnly: "There are nine out of ten spies of the mayor outside the yard. Xiao Mu, you go out with me and provide me with cover. I want to go to Yizhuang again. …” evening. Outside Yizhuang. Kou Heng, who was hiding under a big tree, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Qin Yao and his men pulling a cart of wine jars parked outside the gate. Are those fake Taoist priests in Yizhuang drinking wine as water? Buy a car at once! He felt that there must be something wrong with this, but now he was alone and weak, and he did not dare to jump out to check... What if the wine jar contains something invisible and you desperately open it, wouldn't you be killed by the murderer? ! Thinking of this, he immediately suppressed his impetuous mood and calmed down again. Half an hour later, the sky turned completely dark. Kou Heng wrapped himself in his coat and was about to climb down the tree to go back. Suddenly, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps in his ears. He turned around and saw two to three hundred people holding sticks and even... Strong men with sharp blades gathered, led by a leader wearing a red robe, to block the gate of Yizhuang. “What’s going on?” Kou Heng looked confused. “Brother, something bad has happened. Many thieves armed with weapons have surrounded our village.” In the Yi Zhuang, a Maoshan Taoist priest hurried into the lobby and shouted anxiously. "Thieves? Where did the thieves come from!" Uncle Jiu looked stunned. Qin Yao put down the brush in his hand, pressed down the half-drawn amulet with a paperweight, stood up and said, "I'll go take a look." Be busy and don’t forget to practice. Just because of his abnormal physique, it no longer makes much sense to use regular exercises to strengthen his body. The key is the practice of magic.
Maoshan started out with talismans, and the core magic is naturally talismans. As an outstanding disciple of Waimaozhong, 70% of Uncle Jiu's cultivation is in the talisman arts. Therefore, the three disciples all started with talisman arts. However, including Qin Yao, no one has yet reached the level of entering the palace. "I'll go with you." Uncle Jiu was not worried about Qin Yao being injured, but worried about him killing indiscriminately in anger, so he followed him out. main entrance. Qin Yao led a group of Taoist priests and stood outside the door looking at the hundreds of thieves. He saw that they were wearing rags of various colors, with messy dirty hair, pale faces, and numb and cold eyes. "I have brought so many brothers here, what advice do you have?" Qin Yao asked coldly as his eyes moved and focused on the Dahongpao leader. “I heard that you opened a paper-making shop, and I came to order some paper.” Dahongpao said. Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "I want some paper...not buying it?" “You can also buy it.” Dahongpao took out a handful of oceans from his clothes and threw them in front of Qin Yao: "Are these oceans enough to buy all the ghost papers in your village?" Looking down at the dirty ocean at his feet, Qin Yao smiled and walked towards him step by step: "Didn't you ask for the details of my Yi Village before you came to cause trouble?" Da Hongpao frowned and waved his hand. The thieves behind him stepped forward and surrounded Qin Yao. “Don’t push yourself too far. We beggars never give you money when we ask for something. If we can pay you a lot today, it’s already a big honor for you.” "A gang of beggars?" Qin Yao understood clearly after taking another look at the various rags they were wearing. The beggar gang here is naturally not the one in martial arts novels, let alone Hong Qigong, the dog-beating stick, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Historically, at this point in time, there were still beggar gangs, and there was even such an organization in every county. The managers were not called several elders, but were all called beggar heads. In cities, beggar gangs are no different from societies. They go to various shops every month to collect gate fees, and merchants who are afraid of trouble will obediently hand them over in order to keep things clean. For merchants who are unwilling to bow their heads, those with backgrounds will be fine, but those without backgrounds will be in dire straits. The local beggar gang only needs to have a seriously ill beggar fall in front of the shop and be unable to get up. In all likelihood, the business of this shop will be ruined... Qin Yao never expected that the beggar gang would receive money from Yizhuang and Tiandi Bank for collecting the fees for covering the door. No matter how you look at it, there is something strange about this. There must be a ghost at work. “Master.” Qin Yao turned around and looked at Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu nodded and said, "Don't cause trouble." Qin Yao chuckled, raised his hands, like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing towards the beggar-headed red robe, and slapped all the beggars in front of him. It’s ridiculous to be able to deal with these beggars who have no cultivation at all and still fight them. It’s a complete crushing! At the same time, in the inner courtyard, Mao Shanming, who had just walked out of the hut with his trousers lifted, was about to go to the door to join in the fun. Unintentionally, he caught a glimpse of a perfect profile face under the light... With just this profile, she instantly killed all the beauties Mao Shanming had seen in his life, and he was completely captivated by just one glance. “Taoist priest, can you do me a favor?” Mao Shanming looked at the other party directly and kept swallowing his saliva: "Yes, yes, if you have any difficulties, Miss, I will definitely help you with all my strength..." (End of this chapter)