The sword was wrapped in a fierce sound of breaking the wind, and it was murderous and coming in a fierce manner.
Jia Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and he jumped horizontally.
"brush--"
The blade brushed his shoulder and swept down. If he hesitated a little, his arms would be cut off even if he was not cut off his neck.
Jia Chen took advantage of the opponent's move to use old man, and before he could even slash out the second knife and punched the opponent in the face.
"Bang!"
"ah!"
With a muffled sound, the other party snorted in pain and staggered backwards.
With the hazy moonlight, you can vaguely see that the other person's face was covered with a piece of gray cloth, his eyebrows were gray, and the head-up patterns on his forehead and crow's feet at the corners of his eyes seemed to be carved by a knife. He was obviously an old man.
But this person is agile and strong, and is not inferior to young people at all.
The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength!
Jia Chen took a fierce step with his left foot, leaped up with the force, raised his right leg, and made a fierce slash, hitting the old man's forehead.
The old man was kicked to the ground and lay on the ground. The hatchet in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".
Jia Chen picked up the toes, picked up the hatchet into the air, copied it casually, and grabbed it in his own hands.
Taking advantage of this space, the old man had already gotten up, spread his palms, and a hungry tiger rushed towards Jia Chen, trying to grab the knife.
Jia Chen sneered and waved his arm.
A fan-shaped snow-shaped cold light flashed, and the old man's gray cloth towel was shaved in half and drifted away with the wind.
Immediately afterwards, a slash was slashed, and the blade suddenly stopped on the old man's side neck, leaving only a trace of his skin.
When Jia Chen saw the old man's appearance clearly, he was slightly stunned. The other party was Jiao Da, an old slave from Ningguo Mansion!
The last time I went to attend the rituals of Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng, Jiao Da was drunk and crazy, leaving a deep impression on himself.
Jiao Da performed three or four times with Ning Guogong Jia since he was a child, and once carried his dying master out of the crowd of dead people.
The battlefield environment was cruel and he couldn't find food. He went to steal something for his master to eat on hunger. There was no water to drink. He drank horse urine by himself and gave the master half a bowl of water he had finally obtained.
Due to his past merits and affection, the masters of Ning Mansion looked at him differently, so it was not difficult for him to do so.
Jia Chen immediately realized that Jiao Da wanted to avenge Jia Zhen.
Jiao Da gritted his teeth, his bearded hair was open, and he shouted angrily:
"I didn't expect that you are not old and your martial arts are so powerful. Back then, I followed the great master to play on the battlefield, and there were almost no enemies. But I just attacked you, but I couldn't succeed. Since I couldn't avenge Mr. Zhen for revenge.
, If you want to kill or cut, you will be obedient!"
Naturally, Jia Chen would not admit that he had injured Jia Zhen and sneered:
"Jia Zhen was seriously injured and was unconscious, so what did it have to do with me?"
Last time he went to Ningguo Mansion with Jia Zheng and Xue Pan to see Jia Zhen, and revealed that he knew Jia Zhen’s injury was reasonable and not a mistake.
Jiao Da angrily scolded:
"Although Mr. Zhen is awake now, he is unconscious. He often mutters your name vaguely, and his eyes are filled with tears. This means that you must have hurt him!"
Jia Chen sneered:
"That's because he misses me, so he talks about me. You think you are loyal to the Lord, but you didn't expect that you are just a confused insect who is indistinguishable from black and white, and is unclear about right and wrong."
Jiao Dawei was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, and said anxiously:
"Why am I not distinguishing between black and white? I am not clear about right and wrong? I have been a hero all my life and have always distinguished right and wrong. You can kill me, but you can't insult me!"
Jia Chen sneered:
"Jia Zhen wants to tear off his daughter-in-law, do you know? Jia Zhen kills her money and sends assassin to assassinate me in order to share more profits from selling books. Do you know? Jia Zhen spends daily life, eats, drinks, and gambling. Do you know?
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Such a shameless master, who is as virtuous and talented as a master, has done so many bad things, but you turn a blind eye to it, and dare to say that he is a hero? What are you doing? You are simply a fool!"
Jiao Da didn't know that Jia Zhen wanted to occupy Qin Keqing. After hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and then cursed:
"Jia Zhen is simply inappropriate! The face of the Duke of the First Kingdom was thrown away by him!"
Jia Chen's lips raised slightly. Although Jiao Da was proud of his merits and was rude, he could still distinguish right from wrong and wrong, and he was also jealous of evil, so he was considered a straightforward righteous man.
Seeing Jiao Da hated Jia Zhen deeply, Jia Chen took the opportunity to say:
"Jia Zhen lost all her conscience and ended up today, which is due to the sin. Is it really worth it to sacrifice your life and avenge such a disastrous master?"
Jiao Da actually believed it seven or eight points, but he still said stubbornly:
"This is just one side of you, why should I believe you?"
Jia Chen sneered:
"I won't kill you today. You will know when you go back and investigate. I believe that you are still a bit of a shame in Ningguo Mansion. You won't be able to find out this little news, right?"
After saying that, he took back the hatchet on Jiao Da's neck, ignored Jiao Da's gaze, left, and went straight home.
Although Jiao Da is a tough guy, he has a bad temper and is tough, and he is eccentric and paranoid, he is also a dignified man with no bad intentions.
If he can wake up, he can try to win over and see if he can take it for himself.
Although Jiao Da has no great ability, he can use everything and use his talents. People in the world do not have real waste. As long as they are placed in the right position, they can do something, but achieve something big and small.
When Jia Chen returned home, Qingwen was already asleep by the candlestick.
The candlelight swayed, illuminating her pretty face that was sweetly asleep.
The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cherry lips opened slightly. Although they were closed, they were still charming and charming, making people unable to help but want to kiss them.
Jia Chen picked up Qingwen, gently placed her on the bed, and thoughtfully covered her and herself with a quilt.
The next morning, a knock came from outside the door.
Qingwen ran to open the door. The person who came was a young man in fine clothes and dressed in gorgeous clothes, claiming to be Feng Ziying, the son of General Shenwu.
When Qingwen heard that the other party was so big, she didn't know whether it was true or not, so she didn't just put the other party in, but reported to Jia Chen first.
Jia Chen and Qingwen walked to the front of the yard together and saw that the other person had a straight nose, a square mouth, a dazzling tiger's eyes, and a face like Feng Tang, both with a national face. They should be Feng Tang's son Feng Ziying.
Jia Chen bowed:
"Young Master Feng is here to visit the humble house. If you are not welcome, please come in and have a cup of tea."
Feng Ziying bowed and said:
"I heard my father mention Chen Ge'er many times. He has been admiring him for a long time. After inquiring from many sources, he learned that Chen Ge'er lives here and is here uninvited today. Please forgive me."
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"Young Master Feng is polite. I told Ling Zun that if you are lucky enough to meet Mr. Feng in the future, I would like to make friends with you, the young hero. Today, Mr. Feng will come to the door in person. It is really a joy that comes from the sky, and it is just my wish."
Feng Ziying smiled embarrassedly:
"I have only been reading idle books for a few years and know some fist skills. How can I be called a young hero? On the contrary, Brother Chen is both civil and martial, has a strong martial arts skills, and can still write books to make a statement. He has become famous in the capital. Only the four words "young hero" are worthy of."
Jia Chen smiled modestly and said:
"Young Master Feng is over-reputable."
The two of them politely exchanged greetings, and Feng Ziying smiled and said:
"Today I want to be a host and invite Brother Chen to Lu Mingxuan for a few drinks. I wonder if Brother Chen can appreciate his face?"
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"It is my honor to Mr. Feng to make an appointment with you in a warm manner. How can I not agree?"
After less than half a cup of tea, Jia Chen, accompanied by Feng Ziying, walked into a private room on the second floor of Lu Mingxuan.
But I found that Xue Pan, Jia Baoyu and Jia Rong were also here.
Xue Pan held a grudge against Jia Chen. When he looked at Jia Chen, he immediately clenched his silver teeth and clenched his fists, hoping to beat Jia Chen up immediately.