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Wen Ba's face suddenly became serious, and he waved his hand at him tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't act rashly for a while, everything will listen to me." ”

Wen stopped and said: "You make the tone so serious, I don't have any score in my heart." I said, Eighth Master, what the hell are you doing here?"

Wen Hachi didn't speak.

"Voyeur big girl taking a bath?"

“......”

"Smashing someone's glass?"

“......”

"Plugging their chimneys?"

“......”

"Borrowed money?"

“......”

Wen Zhuyuan was even more confused by Wen Ba's series of "ellipses" that represented silence, and said: "How can you really do this, I said that Eighth Master, you don't know that your husband is not at home and bully other people's orphans and widows, right? As a son and daughter of the rivers and lakes in the big era, this kind of thing can't be done." ”

Wen Ba ignored his self-talk and nonsense.

He just raised his hand and slammed it three times on the iron fence gate.

Smack, smack!

It took a long time for tea to come from the sound of impatient footsteps inside.

The door, with a creak, was opened by a crack.

A lazy face poked out of it, looked Wen Ba and Wen Zhuyuan up and down, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Wen Ba actually straightened his clothes, hugged his fist at him, and said loudly: "Juhao Xuan Wen Shiliang, with Mei Wuming, the number one swordsman in the imperial capital, asks to see the Marquis of Long'e." ”

Hearing this, Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck, and said secretly: "It turns out that the real name of this rough billet Wen Ba is Wen Shiliang, hey, the name is really good, but it looks a little stumbling......"

Then, when he looked up, he couldn't help but be surprised to find that the person inside was looking at him.

- Wow, what kind of imperial capital is the first swordsmanship master Mei Wuming that Wen Ba said, it doesn't mean me, right?

Then, from Wen Ba and the eyes of the man in the crack of the door, he was sure that he was right!

-- That's what you're doing.

But Wen Ba had already explained everything to him, and he was embarrassed to defend himself, so he had to temporarily assume that he was the number one swordsman in the imperial capital.

Thinking of this, he hugged his fist at the person in the crack of the door and said with a smile: "Please also ask the little brother to give me a gift." ”

When he said this, Wen Ba had already stuffed a silver quill into it without any fireworks.

The man covered his sleeve with his silver quill and said coldly: "It turns out that a group of people who sell their fame and reputation came to challenge my lord." ”

As he spoke, he opened the door.

Hearing that he stopped and raised his feet, he was about to go inside.

However, the man stopped him with his leg crossed, stretched out his hand, and said, "In that case, it is still the old rule, so bring it." ”

Wen Zhuyuan said secretly: "It's too dark, I've already collected a silver quill, and I can't fill your dirty belly, no wonder I'm so thin." ”

He said deliberately, "What?"

The man said, "Of course it's a weapon." Why do you think it?"

Wen Zhuyuan smiled and said, "Oh, it turned out to be a weapon, I thought it was ......"

The man: "What do you think it is?"

Wen stopped and said: "I thought that little brother, you were going to use that silver quill to invite us to drink." ”

The man gave him a blank look.

Wen Ba hurriedly tugged at the corner of Wen Yuan's clothes in the back.

Wen Zhuyuan had no choice but to sigh, looking reluctant to be robbed of his virginity, took off the black iron sword inserted in the bamboo basket, patted the scabbard vigorously, and shouted like a certain awesome figure in history: "Chang Gong, Chang Gong, my Chang Gong!"

The man snatched the long sword and said with a flat mouth: "Take it, don't cry wolf." ”

Then, with a bang, he closed the door: "Wait!"

Wen Zhuyuan just wanted to catch up and defend something, but Wen Ba stopped him from behind: "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient." ”

Wen Zhuyuan snorted, sat down on the threshold with a short body, gasped for breath, and said, "Hey, it's really their reason." He's clearly a dog looking down on people, something. Oh, that's right, Eighth Master, who is this dragon marquis, why does even a subordinate dare to be so arrogant?"

Wen Ba smiled and said, "Master." ”

Wen stopped and said: "Why are those so-called masters in the world pretending to be criminals." Actually, I'm just for the eighth master, you don't know. I think I'm nameless, it's really nameless, the first master of swordsmanship in the imperial capital, it's okay to pretend to be forced to find a field in front of me, but the eighth master, you are the chief scoop of the genuine 800,000 green forest heroes and giant heroes, and in Nanling City, it can be regarded as a well-known person who coughs and changes color for it, and stomps on the city wall. How can he treat you like this, he has to invite you in with good tea and wine and serve you carefully. ”

Wen Ba smiled and said, "It's the so-called forbearance that is calm for a while. ”

Wen Zhuyuan looked at him and said, "Yo, I didn't expect you to have practiced the eighth master, you are an all-round talent in civil and military affairs." ”

Wen Ba smiled: "Nonsense." ”

Wen Zhuyuan touched the scar on his neck, and said in a deep voice: "I don't understand a little, what happened when that kid took my saber away?"

Wen Ba pretended to smile mysteriously and said, "You'll know later." ”

This time, the two waited for a full stick of incense before the door was opened.

The man pushed the door open a crack.

With a snap, the black iron sword that stopped far away was thrown out.

Wen Zhuyuan was taken aback by this move, and asked loudly, "What's the matter?"

The man said coldly: "The broken copper and iron are not worth the Hou Ye's action at all." While it's still early, the two of you should hurry back, the house has been tight recently, so I won't invite the two of you to dinner. ”

Wen Zhuyuan looked at him, then at Wen Ba, and said, "What does he mean?

The man said, "That's right, let's go back." ”

Wen Zhuyuan bent down and picked up the iron sword that was thrown on the ground, wiped it with his sleeve, and said: "Go back, why don't you throw my things, although it is a piece of broken copper and iron, at least you can change the pot of old wine to satisfy your hunger." ”

The man snorted, turned around and was about to close the door.

As if he had expected this result a long time ago, Wen Ba suddenly reached out and held up the door that was about to be closed when the door was about to close.

The man strained.

But the door didn't move.

Just as his eyes were about to erupt into fire, Wen Ba's hand moved in his sleeve again without any fireworks.

But this time, what he pulled out was no longer a silver quill, but a branch.

Wen Zhuyuan smiled and said secretly, this Eighth Master Wen is really stingy enough, he has never heard of bribing others with branches.

- Wait, what's going on with this branch?

Smell the distance thoughtfully.

The man's lungs were going to explode.

- Give me the branches? What am I? Do you know the monkey?

Wen Ba held the branch and said to the man: "Since this iron sword does not enter the eyes of the Hou Ye, then, please ask the little brother to show this thing to the Hou Ye." ”

With a branch in his right hand, he leaned forward.

With a movement of his left hand, several more silverquills flew into the man's sleeve.

The man's face softened a little.

He took the branch, coughed pretentiously, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, then you guys wait." If you want me to say, you people in the rivers and lakes are really annoying, Hou Ye finally found a clean place to spend a few days of clean life, but you still found it, it's really annoying. ”

He swore and went in.

Wen Ba and Wen Zhu looked at each other and smiled.

Wen Hachi smiled strangely.

Wen Zhuyuan smiled......

- What is the matter with the branch?