Early in the morning, Su Qing was woken up by the sound of chanting sutras and banging wooden fish downstairs. He was not the only one who was woken up. Many guests in the inn cursed and said bad luck, and then left the inn.

Most people need to rest, not to mention someone like Su Qing, who never knows what terrible things or formidable opponents he will encounter in the future, so he needs to rest even more and recharge his batteries to prepare for the formidable enemy.

In the courtyard, the mother-in-law and grandson were wailing, and the two monks were holding wooden fish and chanting sutras for salvation. The sound of "ta-ta-ta-ta" broke the deserted morning.

Thin clouds hang low in the sky, and the south wind rises again, brewing rain and spreading coolness.

His room has two windows, one facing the backyard and the other facing the front street.

There were only a few people on the street. Two coachmen who were waiting for business huddled up on the carriage and fell asleep. Then they were woken up by the sound of crying and wooden fish. They cursed and rubbed their eyes, looking around for something to fill their stomachs.

Sniffed his nose.

I saw a thick ginkgo tree in front of a nearby alley. There was a cart under the tree. The vendor was standing behind the cart, holding lotus root powder. In his right hand, he was carrying a large, black iron pot;

There was a layer of charred ash burned by the charcoal fire, and there was a full pot of water inside. The hot steam overflowed from the mouth of the pot like a cloud and dragon, and a pot of boiling hot water emerged.

The driver seemed to smell the fragrance, his eyes lit up, and he came over.

Su Qing held the window and glanced around with interest. As if she noticed his gaze, the spout of the vendor's pot for making powder couldn't help but shake, and the hot water splashed out a little.

This is an acquaintance.

Taihang Zhao Yidao didn't expect that he still had such a business. Looking at the pile of bowls on the cart, the business was not very good.

On the stone steps not far away, there was a hunchback wearing a tattered felt hat and a tattered cotton robe. He was sleeping soundly, as if he could not move. A few strands of red hair hung down from his felt hat.

Another acquaintance, Hedong Chifa.

In addition, there was a policeman wearing a red tassel hat and a green soap coat, who was walking slowly from the other end of the alley, walked to the tree, and asked for a bowl of lotus root noodles in a leisurely manner.

By the way, a round and fat man also came over, holding the bowl in his hand and sipping the lotus root-flavored powder soup.

White Horse Zhang San, Zhu Dashao.

It seemed that these four were so frightened that they actually joined the group to keep warm. When they saw Su Qing glance at them, they also looked back bitterly, as if a jar was broken and a fish was killed by a net.

It seems that Su Qing is really regarded as the boss of Qinglong now.

As for why they are here, they must be here for Bai Yujing. They just thought that the "Peacock Picture" was stolen by the other party.

From the beginning to the end, these people were kept in the dark and were used as pawns to lure and hook them. It was not easy.

Su Qing decided to do a good thing and help them, at least let them figure out their goals.

He shook the bell on his wrist and met the gazes of the four people. He smiled very gently, then opened his lips and teeth silently, and said two words with the shape of his lips.

"woman!"

The four of them were startled at first, and then they all stared at each other, each looking at each other and frowning.

Being able to survive to this day shows that they are not too stupid. They were thinking about the "Peacock Picture" in their hearts. At this moment, they naturally associated Su Qing's words with the "Peacock Picture", and then thought of "Bai Yujing".

woman?

The woman next to him?

Is it possible that Bai Yujing is hiding something like a peacock picture in a woman? The most dangerous place is the safest place?

Most likely.

Su Qing didn't know how they would connect these things together, but looking at their calm and affirmative eyes, he knew that these people had already used their own thinking to think of that woman.

And he has to go there too. Since he is already the boss of Qinglong in the eyes of others, of course he has to get back what the "Qinglong Club" lost.

But at this moment, Su Qing suddenly straightened up and turned to look at the center of the room. He saw someone standing silently in the room. He seemed to have returned to his own home, flipping Su Qing's hands unscrupulously.

Finally, his eyes lit up and he took out a round black cloth bundle from under the bed, tied it tightly and knotted it, as if it contained some incredible treasure.

The door has been locked.

It was a man, wearing a navy blue robe, with his hair tied high. He was in his early thirties, tall and tall, with bright and piercing eyes. His eyes were densely covered with several fine lines ranging from light to thick; he had a cold face and a straight face.

His nose was thin and his lips looked a little cold. What was on his right wrist was not a hand, but a curved and pointed hook. It was black and cold, just like the iron hooks used by butchers to hang meat on the meat table.

"It's not a good habit to break into someone's house!"

Su Qing walked to the table and sat down, speaking lightly.

The man said coldly: "I even own this inn, do you think I forced my way in?"

Su Qing watched quietly without stopping. She watched the man open the package, and then his face suddenly became stunned, and then changed again. His face turned ugly and livid. It turned out that what he was holding inside was actually a blue heart.

Purple and smelly head.

At this time, Su Qing raised her eyebrows and joked in a deep but cold voice: "Fang Longxiang, you are so brave. I am here in person. Instead of being polite, you dare to rush into me? Could it be that you want to do the following?

Offense?"

But who is this person? He is one of the 365 altar leaders of the "Qinglong Society", the owner of this inn, and Bai Yujing's friend, Fang Longxiang.

Fang Longxiang's eyes narrowed after hearing this, and then he opened his eyes suddenly. He looked at Su Qing again with some surprise and uncertainty, his face was uncertain, but he immediately sneered again. "I almost got fooled by you. Is the peacock picture on you?"

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He seemed not to believe that Su Qing was the boss of Qinglong.

Su Qing was a little surprised: "You want a picture of a peacock?"

He shook his head again and said calmly: "Then you will be disappointed. If that thing is not on me, it is, and you are not qualified!"

"court death!"

With a crisp and sharp move, he revealed his murderous intention. With one move of his right arm, the iron hook turned into an afterimage, and the tip of the hook flickered like a cold star, hooking towards Su Qing's throat.

As fast as lightning.

"I really don't know where you got the courage to be so unscrupulous?"

Su Qing turned to one side to avoid the hook, and at the same time, her right leg was swept out like a thunderbolt.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the two of them actually moved their legs together and bumped into each other hard. They were separated at the touch. Su Qing felt the real pain and numbness coming from his right leg. Su Qing was quite surprised, but he still laughed strangely without retreating.

He moved forward and rushed towards Fang Longxiang who was slightly lame and retreating.

The iron hook was raised again, and the cold light was revealed, like a flying star coming towards Su Qing's face.

"I understand, do you think there is Bai Yujing outside, who can save your life? Do you want to know whose head belongs to you?"

Seeing that the sharp hook had arrived, he suddenly saw a piece of white rope wrapped around the iron hook like a soft whip.

The two were locked in a stalemate, and Su Qing chuckled.

"The owner of that head is named Wei Tianying, and is known as the Sword Demon in the world!"

Fang Longxiang's pupils shrank, as if he had realized something, and he shook the iron hook to get free, but how could Su Qing give him a chance? He could leave when he wanted, come when he wanted, he raised his arm, and the soft sword left his hand with a cry.

Then, he turned and circled Fang Longxiang's iron hook upwards, and saw that the sleeves were torn, revealing a bare arm.

He retreated in surprise, but he felt the wind above his head suddenly blowing up, and Su Qing rushed towards him from the air. In a hurry, he raised his iron hook to meet the enemy, but he saw a hand, like a green dragon's claws, grabbing his iron hook, and then

Once pulled, a pool of blood immediately came out.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!