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Chapter 305 The Idle People in the Black City 5

Chapter 305 The Idle People in the Black City 5

"Grandpa nephew, master and nephew, they are bad people, why let them go?"

"Return to Master Uncle, because you and I can't keep them."

"How do you know if you don't try? And everyone should come soon."

"It's a good thing not to be able to keep them. If we really keep them, then the foundation of Wudang Mountain may not be able to be kept."

Regarding Xuan Cong's words, Chen Dong'er seemed to understand half of what she said. She lowered her body and looked at Hua Pengfei who was lying on the ground. The person's breath is absent, his pulse is weak, he is afraid that he will die soon, let's save him."

"It is precisely because their lives are not long that they leave so easily." Xuan Cong sighed, and also squatted down, picked up Hua Pengfei's wrist and closed his eyes for a moment, then shook his head: "Seven Qidao Qimen are true!" Qi enters the body, three yangs and four yins, the pattern of yin and yang has been broken, difficult, difficult, difficult."

Xuan Cong sighed three times and wanted to find a place to bury Hua Pengfei, but facing Chen Donger's unbearable gaze, and now that Hua Pengfei was not dead, staying here was not an option. After careful consideration, it is better to bring Hua Pengfei back to Wudang's camp first.

After making the decision, Chen Donger carried Hua Pengfei on his back and walked out of the forest with Xuan Cong.And not long after they left, Su Zhusheng and the other seven heads of the Tianmen came back.

"Even if he didn't take his head off, he probably wouldn't survive tomorrow's day after being hit by the combined strength of the seven of us. Old Su, why are you so worried?"

Su Zhusheng grabbed a handful of cold soil from the ground and threw it out in his hands, snorted: "If you don't pick off his head, how do you know he's dead? Xiaopeng's kung fu was taught by Ren Xiao, and we all know the lightness kung fu. But you know that Ren Xiao didn't teach him anything else?"

"You mean..."

"I didn't say anything." Su Zhusheng stepped forward: "Let's go, find a place to rest for a while, I can't say I'm busy these two days."

It was a night of cold wind, and the sky turned white again.

The morning in Heicheng is no different from other places, the same clear and cold, the same dewy frost.

A simple breakfast shop, surrounded by several layers of thick mats, the cold spring breeze is isolated from the outside, and the occasional intruders are melted by the steaming heat of the big iron pot.

People who just wake up don't talk much, so the sound of snoring when eating noodles and soup has become the main theme in this school of sheds.

"Comfortable, comfortable. It's refreshing to have such a hot mouthful in the morning." A large bowl of scallion and meat noodle soup entered his stomach, and Jiang Jinjiu put the bowl down with a "bang", and he breathed out a mouthful of hot air comfortably : "Take another sip of wine, it's worth it if I die now!" Having said that, Jiang Jinjiu picked up the wine gourd at his waist, pulled off the lid and poured it with his head up.

Chu Feng, who was sitting opposite, wrapped two noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, chewed them for nine times before swallowing them: "A bowl of hot noodles and half a gourd of wine can kill you? Your life is really worthless, just Have no other wishes?"

"Well... really." Jiang Jinjiu put down the wine gourd, and said with a smile: "Hot noodles and cold wine, I want to shit, otherwise it will be really uncomfortable."

The chopsticks that Chu Feng held up in front of his eyes froze immediately, and a piece of soy sauced, jet-black, soft, glutinous pork trembled on the chopsticks, but he couldn't put it into his mouth no matter what.

"Why, don't eat it. Although the meat sauce is a bit salty, it's very appetizing. Don't waste it."

"I don't have any wine for you today. After you finish drinking the gourd, you can find a way to go." Chu Feng got up, looked out, and left.

"Don't, don't," Jiang Jinjiu was in a hurry when he heard the words, he hurriedly got up and chased after him: "It was agreed last night that five bottles and one dream will last..."

"You're disgusting to me, so I'll give it to you in seven days."

"I was wrong. I was wrong."

"It's useless."

"Then where are you going now?"

"Go back to the house and catch up on sleep."

The sky was already bright, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.The black city during the day is also ordinary, except that there are many more quacks than yesterday.

The inn lobby is noisy, a large number of Jianghu guests gather, eating meat and drinking, pretending to be unrestrained and laughing about Jianghu, predicting major events in Jianghu and the role he will play in it.

Chu Feng and Jiang Jinjiu walked in in a low-key way, one went upstairs in a low-key way, and the other hurriedly headed for the hut behind the inn.The two didn't attract anyone's attention.

This may be another ordinary and similar day.

Standing in front of the door, Chu Feng was about to push the door, but stopped suddenly, flapped his nose, and flapped again, confirming that the source of this bloody smell was coming from his own room.

Is someone dead?It shouldn't be, otherwise the bloody smell wouldn't be so light.

Chu Feng thought for a while, and took out a delicate vial from his bosom, blue and white on a white background, with a piece of red paper pasted on it: A dream grows.

Chu Feng uncorked the bottle and drank it down in one gulp. A blush surged from his neck visible to the naked eye, and his entire face turned red in a blink of an eye.

Just look how holy you are.

Chu Feng pushed the door open, and suddenly a black shadow fell behind him on the beam of the room, and a big hand grasped his throat, his movements were sharp, but his voice was very weak: "Don't, don't move, or I'll kill you!" life!"

"If I don't move, don't move either." Chu Feng replied lightly and asked curiously: "You want money? You want your life? Who are you?"

Heavy panting, weak voice, and the trembling hand clasped in his throat, the person behind him was probably seriously injured, and he might fall down if he didn't use his own hands.Such a body dared to fight against him, Chu Feng was really curious about the identity of the other party.

"Drunken, dreamy, I, I know where the Naihe water is. Take me, go, to the hundred thousand mountains, look for Shen, Shen..." Before he could finish speaking, the man passed out.

Chu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he reached out to grab the opponent's collapsed body.

"Hey? Who is this?" At this moment, Jiang Jinjiu stood at the door, his belt still untied: "When did you fall in love with men again?"

While talking, Jiang Jinjiu walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

"He said he knew where to find Naihe water." Chu Feng said calmly and put the man on Jiang Jinjiu's bed.

"Naihe water?" Jiang Jinjiu tilted his head thinking, then shouted: "Drunk and dreaming?!"

"What do you say?"

"Hey, hello~" Jiang Jinjiu gave a weird cry, and came to the bedside bouncing around: "The poisonous dragon spring in the Qinling Mountains is dry. I thought there was no Naihe water in this world. Why is there still? This is a treasure. Where did you find it?"

"I found it myself. Take a look, do you know me?" Chu Feng brushed the hair of the person on the bed.He revealed an ordinary face, pale as paper.

"There's no one I don't know, isn't this... huh?!" Jiang Jinjiu looked at him twice, and suddenly he was surprised, as if he wasn't sure.

"Say it? Who?"

"The cloud dragon appears nine times and turns into a flying dragon!"

　Thanks to the two officials "Lan Juan" and "Li Chen" for their monthly tickets, and thanks to the four officials of "Sura's Drawing the Sword", "You Ming Zong Xiao Hanfeng", "Carra." and "Qiu" for their recommendation tickets. Maoer is grateful Orz

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