In recent years, due to the sudden suppression of King Chuan. The Demon Slaying Pavilion Tianfu City Branch Pavilion is hidden even deeper, if the ghost cry is not a disciple of Shu Mountain, if it is not for the token, I am afraid that I will not be able to find it in Tianfu City for ten years and eight years.

The location is peculiar, in a brothel, no, more precisely in a green house, a more exclusive brothel. Here, the client is not called a prostitute, but a gentleman.

The outer building of the building is the most famous green building in the whole Tianfu City. The most famous thing is that King Chuan has never been here.

The king of Sichuan loves to be lively, which is well known. The building outside the building, both inside and outside the building, is very lively. But King Chuan didn't come here, because he knew that this was not the place where he could do it.

Because, the surname here is Tang, the Tang of Tangmen.

A man in the Tang Sect, he loves organs, hidden weapons, poisons, all kinds of inventions, and assassination. Between the mundane, the status is very.

Tang Men and the Bashu government agreed on three chapters, the Tang Gate did not accept the task of assassinating the Bashu officials, and the government did not disturb the Tang Men business.

Louwailou is one of the most important businesses of the Tang Sect, which not only makes money every day, but also brings a lot of information.

The prostitute who came here, ah, no, it was a gentleman. The Yashi who came here not only to find a girl, but also to kill people, or to obtain information, is also one of the strongholds of the Tang Sect to entertain foreign guests.

Devil Cry came here with a roll of mats on his back. Hats, mats, and a narrow-sleeved robe with wind and dust. At first glance, it is not a good guest, and of course, for the Tang Sect, it is not a bad guest.

As long as you carry silver, you are a good guest.

The girls were not afraid of this, and greeted them, with bursts of fragrant wind, softly speaking, and there was no Bashu hot girl style at all.

I booked a private room with a word C, ordered a pot of wine, a plate of peanuts, and it was terrible to be stingy, but it still cost 10 silver, and the room was amazingly expensive.

Others are eating peanuts and wine. The ghost cries because he drinks wine and eats peanuts. He ate very attentively, put aside the mat that he never left at all times, and concentrated, one by one, chewing slowly.

The door was pushed open, and a woman entered with a harp in her arms.

With a light veil on his face and a gentle and lovely demeanor, the sound of the melodious piano sounded, and the ghost cried took out a Shushan long sword token from his arms and put it on the table.

"Immortal Sword Pavilion disciple, why don't you use a sword?"

The woman's eyes looked at the roll of mats that Devil Cried had carried, and she could see at a glance that there was a long knife hidden in this roll of mats.

Because, the sword does not need to be hidden, it can be worn with you, which is why people in the rivers and lakes use swords more, it is easy to wear and generally will not be controlled.

And the land of Bashu will not be controlled.

Ghost Cry took off the hat and raised her eyelids, the woman was slightly stunned, only to feel a giant sword falling from the sky, with the momentum of Mount Tai, making her stiff and unable to move.

In a flash, everything is a dream.

Devil Cry picked up the last peanut and threw it into his mouth, clattering and crushing it. After a while, he slowly spoke: "The sword is in the heart." ”

The woman nodded, calmed down the demonic aura that had boiled after being suppressed, and plucked the strings lightly.

On one side, there was a crack in the wall that leaked out of the wall, but it turned out to be a door. As the door slowly slid open, a passage appeared in front of you.

Ghost Cry took out the long knife from the mat, bowed slightly at the woman, and then walked in with his feet raised. As the ghost cried in, the wall slowly closed again.

The woman ignored all of this and continued to pluck the strings, one crisp sound after another echoing through the room.

In her sleeve, a paper figure jumped out and ran to the seat of Ghost Cry, which was long in the wind, and soon, a guy very similar to Ghost Cry sat down with a blank face. However, if you look closer, you can still see the difference, and it is enough to fool the people outside.

However, if you can fool outsiders, you can't fool people who have a heart.

A maid left in a hurry, although she didn't know exactly what was going on inside, but she also knew that there was something to do. I found a room and told the bustard on this floor all this.

The old bustard had already seen that the woman who suddenly arrived was not pleasing to the eye, and she didn't want to accompany the guests, she didn't want to show up, she just wanted to guard the private room and play the piano, and the money she earned every month was at the bottom, how could she not be angry.

Now, she finally got her grip, and when she told the steward, what would she say when she saw the dead girl. Hmph, the guy who eats inside and out.

The bustard was so excited that he took a maid to the attic on the top floor and asked to see him.

The man in charge was a handsome man, who looked to be in his early 30s, calm and dashing, with smooth skin, especially the hands, whose fingers were as green as green onions, almost perfect.

He met with the bustard, who stood tremblingly in front of him with the maid.

"What's the matter?" the steward fiddled with the tea lid, blew the hot tea, and took a sip, feeling the strong bitter fragrance and the sweetness of the aftertaste.

"Lord Qiyu......"

After patiently listening to the old bustard, the steward asked slowly, "Are you finished?"

The bustard felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, but nodded anyway.

"Besides the two of you, is anyone else aware of this?"

The bustard's heart was pounding, and he felt more and more that something was wrong. I wanted to escape, but my limbs were weak.

Poison, poison in this room.

Looking at the two people who fell to the ground, the steward sighed leisurely: "Two fools." ”

The Shushan Demon Slaying Pavilion is hidden here, and he doesn't know it, that is, he doesn't dare to know.

The outside world knows that the Tang Sect is extremely powerful, and the Shushan is even more powerful. However, the vast majority of outsiders do not know how big the gap between the two sides is. But as a member of the Tang Sect, isn't he clear?

If Shushan wants to destroy the Tang Sect, it will be a slap in the face.

One of the strongholds of the Demon Slaying Pavilion was placed here, and not only did the Tang Sect not dare to say that they knew, but they also had to carefully help hide it.

He had already reminded the fool not to trouble the girl, but why didn't he listen?

......

The summer is hot, but the passage is cold and deep. The flames on the torches on both sides flickered, so that the shadow of the devil cry was stretched long, reflecting on the stone wall on the other side. The cold stone wall kept dripping with droplets, as if a tear was flowing down. Walking slowly down the circular stone staircase, the sound of crisp footsteps reverberates.

It didn't take long for a door to appear in front of me, an iron gate.

Demonic energy was injected into the token of the Shushan Immortal Sword Pavilion, and then, the door slowly opened.

"It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. ”

"From home, to be exact. The ghost cried and said, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, he arched his hand: "Shushan disciple, the ghost cries." ”

This middle-aged man is slightly shorter than Devil Cry, with a well-proportioned figure, a slightly ordinary appearance, and a long beard that is particularly distinctive, this strand of beard is long and straight, each one is dark and smooth, obviously, he has not bothered to take care of it on weekdays.

The middle-aged man laughed: "Elder of the Demon Slaying Pavilion in Tianfu City, Xia Shu Mountain, Meng Bofeng." ”

"I've seen Elder Meng. ”

Meng Bofeng looked very kind, and asked with a smile: "I don't know why, the ghost brother is so faced. ”

The ghost cried: "I'm ashamed, I just entered Shu Mountain." ”

I heard that the ghost cry had just arrived, but Meng Bofeng didn't look down on it. To be able to join the Immortal Sword Pavilion, they are all elites, but they are not comparable to the elders of the branch pavilion who have worked hard like him.

He made a gesture of please: "I see, please." ”

Compared to the long dark and damp passage, there is something else in it.