[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Half an hour later, Shen Lang sat on a rickety mule cart and headed out of the city.

The owner of the mule cart is a foreigner. After he came to the town and sold his goods, he planned to go back.

Seeing Shen Lang walking alone by the side of the road, he was so kind-hearted and took him along with him.

The shopkeeper who was driving the cart looked Shen Lang up and down, and said, "Brother, the world is not easy, right?"

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, looked down at his tattered clothes that he had only put on two days ago, and was caught again, smiled slightly, and said, "It's really not easy."

The shopkeeper said: "I have been traveling around for many years since I started this business. I have seen many strange things, but I have never seen anything as evil as today."

"Yesterday morning, everyone in the town said that they were called Shen Lang, as if they had bumped into each other, but tonight they turned their faces away."

"Do you think it's strange?"

Shen Lang smiled and said, "Strange, not surprising."

"There is a saying that money can make ghosts turn millstones."

"Someone pays enough money to buy them two days to treat themselves as Shen Lang, and they are naturally willing to treat themselves as Shen Lang."

The shopkeeper widened his eyes and said, "Hey—there are thousands of people in this town, right? Which prodigal son is playing with money like this? His grandma really doesn't feel bad at all."

Shen Lang smiled slightly, and said, "It's not my own money, so naturally I don't feel bad about it."

While chatting with the shopkeeper, Shen Lang and the shopkeeper walked slowly away in the mule cart.

However, he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching him go in the distance.

On the roof of Fuyuan Restaurant, Wang Lianhua rested lazily on a beast head with her legs supported.

The beast's head was eroded beyond recognition by wind, frost, rain and snow, and it looked like a lion or a wild animal—it was the night a few days ago, when Wang Lianhua first met Shen Lang here, Shen Lang was squatting. That animal head.

Seeing the mule cart pulling Shen Lang away, Wang Lianhua withdrew her gaze from the corner of her eyes, raised her wine pot and poured it with her head up.

The day he first met Shen Lang, he wanted to drink, but he didn't drink until Shen Lang left.

The pungent liquor made his stomach burn. While thinking about what Shen Lang said, he tilted his head back and drank it. Before he knew it, he became slightly drunk.

Wang Lianhua shook the empty jug and threw it casually.The jade wine jug rolled down along the tiles and hit the ground with a crisp sound of "slap", which startled the shouts downstairs.

But he looked down at the group of people who were yelling, slapped his legs, and laughed.

Finally stopped laughing, Wang Lianhua said: "You don't go back to report to your master, what are you doing here?"

Qiao Wuyi, dressed in black and with a coffin-like face, stood silently behind Wang Lianhua at some point.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "You are my master."

Wang Lianhua patted her legs again and laughed.

He said: "It's worth mentioning."

"Your master, I order you now to invite me to have a big meal in the building under my feet, are you willing?"

Hearing this, Qiao Wuyi's coffin-like face was numb, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

Wang Lianhua said: "You won't even invite me to dinner? You won't be so stingy, will you?"

Qiao Wuyi murmured: "If you want to eat something too expensive, I'm afraid..."

Wang Lianhua laughed again.

He checked Qiao Wuyi's pockets, but it was empty.

He laughed and said, "I just got over my addiction to spending money like rain, and I threw away my money bag on a whim."

"Otherwise, do I still need your money for what I want to eat?"

As he said that, he stood up, stretched out his hand to hook Qiao Wuyi's shoulder, and dragged him downstairs like a good brother.

While walking, he smiled and said: "The sky is not as big as the belly, let's go, today's money will be considered as my loan to you."

Qiao Wuyi was very unaccustomed to Wang Lianhua's kind attitude.

As soon as Wang Lianhua hugged him, his spirit was tense, as if what was resting on his neck was not a hand, but a gleaming steel knife.

His whole body was stiff, his hands were not hands, and his feet were not feet. He followed Wang Lianhua for a few steps, hesitated to speak five times, finally gritted his teeth, and asked with determination: "Young master, why didn't you explain to Shen Lang?" ? and not frankly telling him about your situation?"

"Although you were once his enemy, didn't you turn your enemy into a friend in the end, and became a friend who shared life and death?"

"As long as you speak, Shen Lang may not help you..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Wang Lianhua with a smile: "It's not that I might not, but I will."

He sighed and said: "Shen Lang is such a person, a born prodigal son and troublemaker, he can't rest or be quiet, and wants to interfere in everything."

"Even if I'm not his friend, once I open my mouth, he will probably happily jump into this vortex by himself. It's just... no one can say which side he will stand in the end."

"not to mention……"

Wang Lianhua smiled slightly at Qiao Wuyi, and lightly flipped her right hand around Qiao Wuyi's neck.

Qiao Wuyi's throat trembled, and his head was forced to be raised high - because the sharp hook at the top of the iron fan in Wang Lianhua's hand coldly pierced into the flesh of his chin.

Wang Lianhua smiled coldly: "Do you think I need Shen Lang's help?"

Qiao Wuyi didn't dare to open his mouth, he said vaguely: "No, no need."

With a movement of his lips and teeth, dark red blood flowed down Fanye Senhan's white blade.

Wang Lianhua continued: "Do you think I need to take Shen Lang's attitude into consideration?"

Qiao Wuyi tremblingly said, "No, no need."

Warm blood drops fell on the finger holding the fan, and the white flesh against the dark red blood drops, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "That's right, I don't need it at all."

"And put down your body and beg for Shen Lang. How can it be more enjoyable and exciting than making plans and planning every step of the way so that he can't help but get involved?"

Wang Lianhua looked into Qiao Wuyi's eyes with a gentle smile.

He said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Qiao Wuyi said: "I, I understand... No, the young master has his own considerations in doing things, and a villain is superficial, so how can he know the deep meaning, just obey orders."

Wang Lianhua let go of him with a smile, and said, "Aren't you very smart?"

He patted Qiao Wuyi's face with the cold fan, and said, "So, don't say stupid things in the future."

Qiao Wuyi covered his neck, lowered his head and said, "...Yes."

Wang Lianhua turned her head to look at the vast sky, the setting sun was like blood at this moment.

He swung open the iron fan, pressed it against his chest and shook it.

The long front is over the skirt, the sleeves of the clothes are flying, and the boundless falling trees are rustling down.

If it wasn't for the ferocious iron fan in his hand, he would be like a fairy about to ride the wind.

Wang Lianhua stood up against the wind, and said with a loud smile: "Someone makes me feel bad, I will not let Shen Lang feel better, and I will not make the person who pushes me feel better."

"Since you want to play, just play a big one!"

There was a slight redness in the deep black pupils, as if the fire clouds from the sky had burned into his eyes.

Wang Lianhua said: "Shen Lang is settled in this game!"

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Five days later, the Tishman Gate got the news that Yin Qing, the head disciple, and Zhao Bisuo, the daughter of the head clan, were missing.

The five disciples did not get any clues about Yin Qing and Zhao Bisuo after careful investigation and investigation. Instead, they dug out a secret room behind the study in Zhangfu Qinyuan.

After they entered, they saw that the secret room was empty, only a secret book was found in a pile of unburned ashes.

There is a list in the secret record, which is a detailed record of the remains of the Merry King, who was rich as a country, but mysteriously disappeared.

There are countless martial arts cheats and rare treasures recorded on it. Once the list is fully unfolded, it can almost cover the entire secret room.

However, the most important part is precisely missing - the treasure map of the buried remains.

Therefore, the five disciples concluded that what their senior brother went to ask for from the Zhang family under the order of his master was the treasure map left behind by Happy King.

They became greedy, agreed to keep secret about the discovery of the secret room, and jointly planned to find the remains of the Happy King, intending to seize food under the nose of their master.

However, not long after they went back, the news of the Happy King's legacy spread from the mouths of countless people as if they had grown wings.

In the martial arts world, an uproar suddenly erupted.

【Second round puppet show · end】

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