Chapter 374

In the Shadow Plum Pavilion of the Musical House.

Xu Qi 'an lazily leaned against the brocade couch, with his uniform of a night watchman hanging on the back of the chair.

In the spacious room, six dancing prostitutes danced gracefully. Under their light gauze skirts, their slender waists swayed.

Behind Xu Qi 'an, a maid was massaging his shoulders, and his leg was in the arms of another maid, letting her massage his leg.

The Top Courtesan was wearing a gorgeous and complicated dress, with her head slightly lowered, concentrating on playing the zither.

Occasionally, she would look up at Xu Qi 'an, who was indulging in pleasure.

After half an hour, the sound of the zither dissipated, and the dancing prostitutes left the room. Floating Incense stood up, cleaned her hands in the copper basin, and complained, "Young Master Yang is a night watchman."

"Did I disappoint you?" Xu Qi 'an lowered his head, playing with his fingers, and casually replied.

The Top Courtesan lifted the hem of her dress and sat on him, pressing her hands on his strong chest, and smiled charmingly. "I like it …"

The reason why Xu Qi 'an came to the Musical House was that it was close, not because it cost a lot to eat and listen to music in the brothel, but here, Floating Incense gave him free food.

"How did Lu know the content of my chat with No. 9? No. 3 fragment is sealed, so it can't receive messages from other fragment holders, but other holders can see it? Is this book the ancient version of a QQ group … "

"If I had known, I would have added them one by one after dripping blood to recognize them as the owner … I was a little scared at that time, and just wanted to get rid of this hot potato …"

"The Heaven & Earth Society and the Earth Sect seem to have a relationship … Did the sect split?"

Xu Qi 'an's thoughts were interrupted. He frowned and looked at the Top Courtesan, who was sitting on his waist, twisting her hips, and flirting with him implicitly.

She had a pair of lovely peach blossom eyes.

"If you move again, the soft seat will become a socket," Xu Qi 'an said unhappily.

A few minutes later, the maids in the outer room heard the creaking sound of the brocade couch, as well as the intermittent gasps of their wife, who was trying her best to hold back.

"Aiya, it's already broad daylight."

"Let's go first. It will probably be dusk."

…

In the Osmanthus House, between Luan Feng and Ming Ya.

A man in black attire, holding a saber in one hand, sat at the round table with his back straight.

The man in black had a two-finger-long scar on his cheek, with triangular eyes and light brown pupils, which sometimes flashed with fierce light.

He gave people a feeling of an unruly madman, as if he would pull out a knife and chop people.

He was a prisoner on death row from the night watchman yamen, the kind whose name had been sketched out by the current emperor. The date of his execution was next autumn.

Today, he was suddenly brought out of the Death Prison by a Golden Gong. That Golden Gong told him that as long as he completed a mission, he could be released into the martial world and find someone to replace his status as a prisoner on death row.

The credibility of this statement was very high. The list drawn up by the emperor usually meant certain death and could not be pardoned. Jin's Qi's s's Palace Gang. Pavilion Academy.

This kind of transaction of "redeeming one's mistakes by meritorious deeds" was not uncommon in the Yamen of the night watchmen. Before he was caught, he had heard of it from his seniors in Jianghu.

But the man in black knew that there must be great danger in it.

Otherwise, why would he find a prisoner on death row for such a simple deal? But the man in black knew that there must be great danger in it.

There were two reasons for the man in black to accept this task. First, it was better to take a chance than to die. Second, this was the Osmanthus Tower in the inner city, one of the most prosperous areas.

Ordinary people would not dare to make trouble in this place.

At this time, he heard two knocks coming from the door of the private room.

"The door is not locked. Come in!" The man in black responded in a low voice.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a man dressed like a Jianghu man walked in. He was wearing a gray robe, and half of his face was hidden in the hood. The lower half of his face was exposed, and there was a thin layer of beard on his chin, which seemed to have been shaved.

Both sides looked at each other warily.

"Ha, with this outfit, he definitely can't enter the inner city … He probably entered the Osmanthus Tower and changed into this … There might be a weapon hidden in the robe …" The man in black thought with disdain and vigilance. He heard the cloaked man ask in a hoarse voice,

"Where is the thing?"

The man in black stared at him calmly, and said lightly, "I seem to have said that I spent five hundred taels of gold on this mirror."

"What kind of mirror costs five hundred taels of gold …" He added in his heart.

The cloaked man made a sound of acknowledgment, and reached into his pocket with one hand to take out a stack of banknotes. The first banknote was worth one hundred taels of gold.

Although he knew that these banknotes would be handed over in the end, the man in black's eyes shone uncontrollably, and his gaze was glued to the thick stack of banknotes.

"Mirror!" The cloaked man put the banknotes on the table, and said in a hoarse voice.

The man in black carefully looked at the mirror, and did not see anything special about it, and put it on the table.

The cloaked man raised his head slightly, and revealed a pair of sharp eyes. He stared at the mirror on the table for a moment, and said,

"Very well, the deal is done. Once we walk out of this door, we will never meet again."

He picked up the mirror, and the prisoner in black stretched out his hand to the banknotes with his eyes shining.

Suddenly, the prisoner in black saw the cloak on the left side of the man in black flutter slightly … Oh no! His pupils shrank as if he had been hit by a strong light. Without thinking, he rolled to the side to avoid the possible attack.

The mission was indeed not that simple … Fortunately, I have been on guard … This is a master, and I can't fight him head-on. I can break the window and get out. I don't believe that he dares to kill people in the downtown area of the inner city … The thought flashed through the prisoner's mind.

At this moment, he saw a figure sitting where he had been sitting. The figure was dressed in black, and his hands were holding a knife. His neck was flattened by a sharp knife, and blood was gushing out from the bowl-sized scar.

Hmm?

A series of question marks appeared in the prisoner's mind, and then his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

The cloaked man put the banknotes back into his pocket, and with a sneer, he turned around and walked out of the room.

…

The cloaked man left the Osmanthus Restaurant, and he rode the fast horse he had come up with. He left the inner city and the outer city at a moderate speed, and then he galloped on the official road, and the horse's hooves raised a cloud of dust.

After galloping for more than two hours, a tea house appeared in front of him. There were three old tables on the table.

The tea seller was a white-haired old man. There were no customers at the moment, so the old man sat at the table and drank tea by himself.

The cloaked man pulled on the reins of the horse, and the horse neighed and raised its front hooves. It stopped galloping at high speed.

The cloaked man tied the horse's reins to a wooden stake on the roadside, looked around, and then walked to the tea house.

He took out a small jade mirror and respectfully presented it with both hands. "Chief, fortunately, I did not disappoint you."

The white-haired old man took the jade mirror and said in a low voice, "You brought back an enemy."

The cloaked man was stunned. Before he could react, the old man waved his hand and sent him flying.

Bang!

The cloaked man, who was sent flying, collided with a sharp aura and exploded into pieces on the spot.

Blood splattered everywhere like ink.

The old man squinted and looked at the end of the official road. A tall and straight figure slowly walked over.

When he first appeared, he was still far away, but after a few breaths, he was less than a hundred meters away from the old man.

"Yang Yan, you're just a dog that Wei Qingyi keeps by her side." The old man snorted. "Don't meddle in other people's business."

The expressionless Yang Yan remained expressionless. "I insist on meddling."

The old man flew into a rage and lost control of his emotions. He said sternly, "Then don't blame I for being impolite."

His plain robe fluttered in the wind, and wisps of black smoke seeped out of his body. They danced wildly in the air, and he let out a shrill cry.

Yang Yan frowned. "The Earth Sect cultivates virtue, when did they learn these ghostly tricks?"

Black veins popped out of the old man's face like spiderwebs. His pupils became scarlet, and he exuded a demonic aura. "Heh, I will send you to ask Morality Tianzun."

He let out a shrill cry, and the black smoke that filled the sky howled strangely as it pounced toward Yang Yan.

Yang Yan was expressionless. He punched with his left and right hands.

Bang!

With him as the epicenter, the violent Qi activity turned into ripples and spread out, sweeping up grass and dust along the way. Finally, it hit a layer of black membrane.

A black light flashed in the sky, and a moist and slippery formation appeared. It looked like an inverted bowl of Glaze.

"It's easy to enter my Hundred Ghosts Formation, but it's hard to get out. Even if you're a Fourth Grade Warrior, you'll still die of exhaustion here. "The old man's hoarse voice sounded like a demon from hell.

In mid-air, the black smoke that was dispersed by Yang Yan's Qi activity gathered again.

Yang Yan frowned. This formation was completely different from the Celestial Commissioner's formation.

The Celestial Commissioner's formation borrowed the power of heaven and earth, and could last for a long time. The Taoist formation was set up by manpower, and could not last for long.

This Hundred Ghosts Formation was very troublesome.

Among the major cultivation systems, the Taoist was the leader of the Primordial Spirit. The Sixth Grade Yin Masters of the Taoist faction were also known as Ghost Messengers in ancient times. They could hook people's souls at night, and control the life and death of mortals.

This Hundred Ghosts Formation was a similar technique.

Although the Warrior had also trained his Primordial Spirit, it was only to increase his defense and toughen his Primordial Spirit. He lacked the relevant offensive techniques.

"I've heard that the Eighth Grade Taoist is called Energy Consuming. It can control treasures and summon lightning. Why don't you let me experience it?" Yang Yan was expressionless, and his tone was filled with contempt.

"I'm coming!" The old man was enraged again. Two blood-colored rays shot out from his sleeves like blood-colored lightning.

Yang Yan did not dodge, and let the two blood-colored lightning attack him.

Ding ding!

The two blood-colored lightning only cut through his clothes, and then bounced off.

Copper skin and iron bones!

"Why aren't you fighting back?" The old man said angrily. His face, which was covered with black veins that looked like spider webs, looked extremely ferocious.

"I'm waiting for my spear," Yang Yan said calmly. "It's coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright silver meteor streaked across the sky.

The moist and slippery air shield shattered, and wherever the meteor streaked across, the black smoke evaporated with a sizzling sound.

"If I can't break the formation from the inside, then I'll break it from the outside." Yang Yan reached out his hand and grabbed his spear. It was a silver spear.

After saying this, his figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had become one with the spear. With an unstoppable momentum, he stabbed at the old man.

In the old man's blood-colored eyes, a silver light flashed. It was unstoppable, unstoppable. That was the spear's will that had not been tempered by hundreds of battles.

The spear's will of a Fourth Grade Warrior.

"No!" The old man opened his mouth and spat out a Golden Core that was flickering with blood-colored and black light, which collided with the spear.

The Golden Core was turned into powder by the spear's will, and the old man's body was minced into minced meat. The silver light shot out for hundreds of feet, and pierced through a hill.

The old man's figure condensed in mid-air. He looked half illusory and half real. He stared at Yang Yan with hatred, and then turned into a green smoke shield and flew into the distance.

Yang Yan bent down to pick up the small jade mirror, and carried the silver spear on his shoulder. He turned around and returned to the capital.

…

The black smoke flew for hundreds of miles, and stopped when it passed by a village.

The old man's face was faintly discernible in the black smoke, and he stared at the village below.

The Yin Spirit could not move for a long time during the day. Without a physical body, its strength was greatly reduced. It would not be able to deal with the possible dangers that it might encounter later.

The old man planned to take over a physical body, and at the same time devour the souls of the villagers to nourish himself.

With this plan in mind, the black smoke flew into the village.

The village, which had been vivid and lifelike just a moment ago, shattered like water ripples in the next moment. An air shield surrounded by five-colored merits rose up, trapping the black smoke.

In the center of the formation, an old Taoist wearing a tattered Taoist robe with deep facial features sat cross-legged.

…

Early in the morning, Xu Qi'an arrived at the night watchman's office on time to count the time.

He was waiting for the follow-up of the "Book of the Earth" incident.

If he did not know the outcome, he would not feel at ease.

When it was close to noon, an official in black found him in the side hall next to the Spring Wind Hall. He said respectfully, "Your excellency Xu, Duke Wei summons you."

They're finally here … Xu Qi 'an nodded slightly. "Alright!"