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Wuchang is located on the south bank of the Yangtze River, across the river from Hankou and Hanyang.

After landing this time, Cao Xuan and Cheng Lingsu did not buy fish on the shore.

He carved out three areas in the small world, one for lodging and daily life, one for the Golden Buddha and those treasures, and the last one for besieging the enemy.

In the living area, Cao Xuan specially separated an area to store food.

If you are hungry on the way, you can take it out and heat it over a flame.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, after Cao Xuan and Cheng Lingsu went ashore, they found a secluded place to take out the food, and were about to eat it, when they suddenly heard a hoarse voice on the right side.

"Boy, I want your chicken. "

If it weren't for being in the territory of Qingting at the moment, Cao Xuan would have thought that he had met Hong Qigong!

He looked sideways in the direction of the sound and saw that it was a very tall and thin monk.

His eyes were very large, bright and bright, wearing a yellow monk's robe, with a single knife diagonally at his waist, and the big lama walked towards him.

"Tsk, this chick looks like a real sign, mommy lamb, you kid is very blessed!".

When the tall and thin monk approached, he saw Cheng Lingsu's figure and face clearly, his big eyes shone brightly, and after praising him, he teased:

"The monk doesn't eat your chicken in vain, wait for Lao Tzu to eat and drink to your heart's content, let your good friend also taste Lao Tzu's chicken, wahahaha!"

As he spoke, he rudely ripped off the chicken legs, devoured them for a while, and quickly finished eating, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

The expressions of the two people in front of them were too calm, which was not the reaction of the vicious Jianghu people on the road.

"Mommy lamb, the monk has lost his eyes, you..."

The monk's body stiffened violently, his hands trembled violently, the chicken bones in his hands fell to the ground weakly, and his whole body seemed to have lost all strength.

Cao Xuan's face was calm, and he asked with a light smile: "Monk, are the chicken legs delicious? "

"You... You're poisoned!".

Cheng Lingsu was also smiling, with a faint chill in his smile:

"Didn't your master teach you not to eat what you shouldn't eat, don't take what you dare not take, and don't say what you shouldn't say?"

Anger also rose in her heart for those who spoke lightly, and she secretly poisoned the monk to incapacitate him.

The monk glared angrily at the two people in front of him, and a burst of foul language came to his lips.

Just as he was about to scold, he saw a flash of knife light in front of him, and the long knife on his waist was pulled out, and the tip of the knife was inserted into his mouth.

"Do you want to scold someone? You dare to scold a word, I will break your teeth, dare to scold the whole sentence, and I will cut off your head, understand?"

Cao Xuan held the sword in his hand, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his voice was cold, exuding a faint killing intent.

The monk held the tip of the knife in his mouth, with humiliation and anger in his big eyes, and finally nodded slowly under the fear of death.

Maba Lamb means lamb born of sheep, and the monk's curse mantra is completely different from the local, somewhat like the scolding dialect of the grassland.

A wine and meat monk who flirted with a woman at the exit, with a knife on his waist, Cao Xuan probably guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

"You're from the Blood Knife Gate?".

The monk's eyes were slightly condensed, and his heart was cold at Cao Xuan's gaze, and he nodded again and again in acknowledgement.

Cao Xuan pulled out the knife, put the blade on the monk's neck, and asked, "What is your legal name?

"Monk... Eh, the little monk Baoxiang, the ancestor of the blood knife is the family teacher, and his old man's house is near Wuchang at this time.

The little monk has no mouth, he has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, I hope you will see his old man's face..."

Cao Xuan patted Baoxiang's thin face with the blade of the knife, and said slowly: "I ask you to answer, don't talk nonsense." Why do you want to use the Blood Knife Ancestor to press me?".

Baoxiang knew that Cao Xuan had murderous intentions, his eyes were horizontal, and he shouted angrily: "Boy, don't deceive people too much, you must know that you have to be merciful and forgiving!"

"Monk, this really doesn't look like the Blood Knife Sect man said it!"

Cao Xuan sneered, the Blood Knife Gate is used to deceiving people too much, but at this time, it makes him forgiving and forgiving, ridiculous!

The sword light flashed, and the surface of the treasure elephant's body bloomed with Dao blood flowers, and he roared bitterly: "Don't kill people too much, don't go too far." "

"One by one, when did the people of the Blood Knife Gate speak so seriously?".

Baoxiang shouted aggrievedly: "Didn't you tell me not to swear!".

He wanted to scold him happily, and he was stabbed to death.

But until the last moment, Baoxiang did not want to give up hope of survival.

Next, he answered all the questions and explained the purpose of the Blood Knife Gate's trip clearly.

The Blood Knife Ancestor came for the Dragonsand Gang, and he accidentally learned that the Dragonsand Gang was searching for a treasure and gave birth to a possessive heart.

The Blood Knife Gate has always acted neatly, and he decided to go straight to the Losa Gang's lair and seize their gang leader to interrogate the treasure news.

Baoxiang had been wandering in the south before, and after receiving the news from the door, he immediately rushed to Wuchang, but he didn't expect to bump into Cao Xuan's hand as soon as he came ashore.

After sending the treasure elephant back to the west with a knife, Cao Xuan smiled lightly and said: "Lingsu, Wuchang is going to be lively these days. "

Cheng Lingsu nodded in agreement: "The Blood Knife Gate and the Longsha Gang Dog-Eat-Dog are indeed a big bustle. "

The two walked into the city side by side and secretly inquired about Ling Weisi's mansion.

The gate of Lingfu is the vermilion gate, and there are two big stone lions at the door, which is very solemn and magnificent, and it is incompatible with the recklessness of the rivers and lakes.

Cao Xuan and Cheng Lingsu hid near the gate of the mansion and saw a young man pacing back and forth in front of the gate of the mansion.

The young man's face is sometimes happy, sometimes afraid, like a young boy who has just fallen in love.

The setting sun gradually sinks into the horizon, leaving behind a golden glow.

Looking at the appearance of this young man, he should have been entangled outside the door for a long time, and he didn't dare to take that step.

Suddenly, a girl dressed as a maid came out of the small door next to her, quietly walked to the young man's side, and said softly, "Fool, are you still not leaving here?"

The young man stammered, "You... What do you say?".

The girl smiled and chatted with the young man for a while, then turned around and walked through the small door.

The young man walked around the courtyard wall to the direction of the backyard, sat on the stone slab on the ground, his eyes were expectant and apprehensive, and silently looked at the window sill of a red mansion in the backyard.

Cao Xuan's face showed a strange expression, and he wondered: "That person can't be Ding Dian, right?"

Cheng Lingsu seemed to have an aunt's smile on her face: "When I went to the city to inquire about the news, I heard that the annual chrysanthemum party was held in Hankou two days ago.

You said that Ding Dian was on the boat that day, was it to take a boat to Hankou to enjoy chrysanthemums?

Because he didn't meet Mei's seniors, he didn't miss the time of the Chrysanthemum Meeting, and met Ling Shuanghua at the meeting in advance. "

The guess in Cao Xuan's heart was similar to Cheng Lingsu's, and he once again felt the chaos of this world.

Not only did the Blood Knife Gate attack the Longsha Gang six years in advance, but even Ling Shuanghua's age was a few years older than the original book.

Although he sighed, he didn't care much about it.

Multiple martial arts worlds are stitched together, and there will be countless bizarre things in the future, and the thing in front of you is just one of them.