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Returning to the house just in time for noon, Fan Ruoruo greeted Aunt Liu and planned to go back to the room to rest. However, Aunt Liu stopped her and said, "Ruoruo, lunch will have to wait for a while. The master will be back soon. Let's

Let’s eat together later.”

Fan Ruoruo noticed Aunt Liu's meaningful eyes and felt a little confused, but she didn't think much about it, responded casually, and returned to her room.

Fan Xian was focusing entirely on Lin Wan'er at the moment, while Fan Sizhe was busy with his bookstore affairs.

Fan Ruoruo sat in front of the window and looked at the huge yard, feeling empty.

Even the poetry collections that I used to like to read no longer have the temper to read.

Youyou sighed softly, recalling the change in Zhou Ji's attitude just now, and for some unknown reason, it actually made people feel a little alienated.

Fan Ruoruo recalled all the changes in the past month, feeling happy and angry at times, from her brother coming to Kyoto to confronting the son of the Minister of Rites in the street, to becoming famous at the Poetry Society, and designing the Zuixianju. She had never thought of such wonderful experiences before.

In front of the writing desk, two pieces of rice paper stood side by side, one "Ascend the High" and the other "Linjiang Immortal". She liked them both.

like very much.

...

After bidding farewell to Fan Ruoruo, Zhou Ji went to the new store Fan Ruoruo just mentioned.

"Yelai Building..."

The name is quite good.

The opening of the new store was very lively, and there were many customers upstairs and downstairs. Some of them wanted to come and try something new like him, while others came to watch the opening promotion and make some money.

Zhou Ji ordered some new dishes and drank them by himself. The fruit wine was light, and he was still a bit tipsy even after drinking it from a pot.

In fact, he doesn't eat much sweets. He simply picked up a few dishes on the table and then rested his chopsticks on a small plate of pastries in the corner.

"It's not as exquisite as the pastries Fan Xian asked his sister to bring."

Zhou Ji glanced at it a few times, picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth.

"The taste is not bad, better than Fan Mansion's."

The aftertaste is still sweet.

After a while, the stack of pastries was already in his stomach, and Zhou Ji didn't pay any attention to the surprised and incomprehensible expressions of the people next to him.

'Is this person sick? He ordered so many dishes and only stared at the complimentary pastries? Is it that delicious?' The guest sitting next to him was curious. He tasted the pastries on his table and curled his lips and said, "It tastes very good."

It’s just average, nothing special.”

The friend next to him also picked up a piece, took a look at it and said, "It's a gift, how can there be so many requirements? It should be purchased from an ordinary store. I'm afraid it's not even as good as what my chef can make."

Zhou Ji didn't take it seriously, or maybe he didn't hear it at all. After finishing the cakes, his interest was gone.

Returning to the house, looking at the deserted and lifeless room, Zhou Ji smiled casually, leaned against the table, and subconsciously wiped the sword box on the table. The smooth and cold touch made his drunkenness fade away.

The dent had disappeared at some point. Zhou Ji suddenly sat upright, looking down at the sword box in front of him, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

The appearance and feel are exactly the same, it seems that the other party has put a lot of effort into it.

Touching the hidden button lightly, Zhou Ji had no intention of opening it and taking a look.

No need to look, there must be a mechanism hidden inside.

Poison, hidden weapon, gunpowder, there must be one.

Because that’s what he did!

The door opened softly.

Zhou Ji picked up the sword case and evacuated from the back window. As he climbed over the wall, he felt extreme danger approaching. With his peripheral vision, he saw two long swords painted with black paint stabbing at his neck and chest.

Dodging sideways, Zhou Ji used the strength of the wall to jump over the edge of the sword. As soon as her toes stepped on the top of the wall, she saw a cold light approaching again.

More than ten meters away, another assassin drew his bow and shot at him!

The other party wanted to force him to use his sword!

Zhou Ji sneered in his heart, I don’t know how!

Throwing out the sword box with a flick of his sleeve, Zhou Ji continued to run away without hesitation.

With his light skills, he was able to walk on the ground in such a complicated alleyway. On the contrary, the three women in white who were chasing him fell further and further away, and in just a moment they were out of reach.

"This person's Qinggong is so good that I can no longer catch up with him."

The woman in white holding the bow looked unwilling, but said helplessly.

"Senior Sister Lu, what should we do?" The other two women looked at each other and asked.

"Just report it truthfully. Your Excellency also said before the action that this person's strength is unknown. He should be between the ninth grade and the grand master. There are rumors that he once provoked Xie Bi'an and said that he wanted to make a name for himself as a ninth grade swordsman." The woman surnamed Lu had a somewhat expression on her face.

Ugly, he gritted his teeth and said, "In this action, I'll kill if I can. If I can't kill, I'll do my best to force the opponent to use the sword."

She originally thought that she was considered a leader among the third-generation disciples, and the two junior sisters next to her were both sixth-grade masters. A simple task such as forcing the opponent to draw a sword should be easy for her to do.

I didn't expect to meet a guy with no martial ethics, let alone a sword, and even a sword box!

What a good guy, he ran away when he saw me, and he ran so skillfully.

The other two women also had bitter expressions on their faces. When the younger one saw the sword box abandoned by Zhou Ji, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, she stepped forward and stamped her foot and said: "Such a deceiver and thief is not worthy of using a sword.

!”

The woman surnamed Lu sighed, "That's it, go back."

"No, I have to see what kind of sword he is using today! How come he pays so much attention to it?"

"No!" The woman surnamed Lu secretly felt something was wrong and was about to stop the junior sister, but found that she had already turned on the release.

Bang~

The sword box suddenly popped open, and a faint sweet smell hit his face along with a storm of silver needles.

There was no time to dodge or cover. In just a short moment, the alley was surrounded by poisonous needles as thin as cow hair, and the three female assassins also stood still, maintaining the same posture as before their death.

...

The words were divided into two parts, and he scored twice.

Somewhere outside Kyoto, in the Lin Mansion's annex, Lin Gong, the son of the then Prime Minister, also opened the real sword box at the same time.

For a moment, an extremely dazzling white light and a deafening loud noise lit up the room. Bricks and tiles flew away, beams shattered, and the power of white phosphorus grenades and flash bombs in this era was comparable to the wrath of the gods.

In an instant, the entire courtyard was engulfed in flames. Even if the guards near the main hall escaped the dazzling white light, the white phosphorus from the bone-attached gangrene melted through their flesh and blood and penetrated deep into their bone marrow.

"God...heaven's punishment!" Some of the guards were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground and said crazily, "The God is angry! The God is angry!!"

This villa is far on the outskirts of the city, and its location is relatively secluded. There are no people living nearby. Only Lin Gong comes here occasionally on weekdays. Even if such a big explosion occurs, it cannot reach Kyoto. When everyone notices the depths of the mountains and forests,

When thick smoke erupted, the entire courtyard was in ruins. Except for the outermost gatekeeper who escaped, the guards in the courtyard and Lin Gong himself... no one survived.

Of course, Zhou Ji was unaware of these circumstances. At this time, he had returned to the courtyard where the palace maid was first killed, and dug out another slightly smaller sword box from a dry well nearby.

After patting off the surface soil, Zhou Ji opened the sword box and looked at the firearm accessories neatly arranged inside, with a smile on his face.
Chapter completed!