() The woman was so frightened that she almost urinated when Jiang Menshen glared at her. Her upper and lower teeth were chattering. How could she speak?
Ximen Qing sneered and stretched out his hand to make a gesture.
Wu Song understood the meaning of this gesture and escorted Jiang Menshen inside so as not to question the woman.
"Don't worry, he is already a dead man." Ximen Qing smiled at the woman and said, "As long as you tell the truth, I will naturally spare your life and provide you with hundreds of thousands of dollars to send you away from home, so you don't have to worry about suffering any more.
Scared."
The woman had already been redeemed by Chiang Men-god. When she saw Ximen Qing's promise of a hundred dollars, she was moved. Without saying a word, she glanced towards the backyard.
The wind is blowing slightly. It's also among them."
Sun Erniang saw two door panels on the ground with a two-foot-long brass lock attached to an iron chain, so she asked the woman, "Where is the key now?"
The woman calmed down, shook her head and said, "Every morning, Jiang Ying opens the lock himself and then asks the bartender to come over to get the wine. I don't know where the guy hides the key?"
"You and that guy Riri are sleeping in the same bed, how can you still not know?" Sun Erniang scolded with a sneer: "Who can believe this?"
When the woman saw Sun Erniang's fierceness and the bright sharp knife in her hand, she couldn't help but tremble in fear: "The slave family really doesn't know."
Ximen Qing looked closely and saw that the woman's face didn't look like she was faking it, so he asked Sun Erniang to go ahead and ask Wu Song to escort Jiang Menshen over.
When he was young, Jiang Menshen was escorted directly to the wine cellar. He immediately understood the intention and shouted: "You woman, you can say anything!"
Wu Song went up to him and slapped him twice in the face without any politeness, which only made Jiang the door-god's stars fly. He begged for mercy: "I only have the key."
Ximen Qing said: "In that case, just open the cellar door."
"I have the key, but I don't have it with me right now." Jiang Menshen gritted his teeth and said, "If you open the wine cellar, please spare the villain's life!"
After saying this, Jiang Menshen looked at the trembling woman fiercely and said: "A good man can take this woman's life!"
Ximen Qing suddenly said: "Have you forgotten what I just said? If you tell the truth honestly, I will naturally let you stay in Mengzhou City."
"So." Ximen Qing paused and said, "You shouldn't be alive now."
After hearing this, Wu Song took out a snowflake iron sword and waved it in front of Jiang Menshen: "This sword has spiritual power, I will drink blood today!"
When Jiang Door-god saw the truth, he panicked and said: "If you kill the villain, you won't have the key!"
"What's the use of a key?" Wu Song strode forward, raised the sword that looked like rotten silver and slashed it, immediately cutting the iron chain into two sections.
Cut iron like clay!
Looking at the sword again, not to mention the chip, there is not even a curled edge. It is still cold and flawless, a perfect sword.
"It's really a good knife!"
Wu Song praised it, raised his knife and looked at Jiang Menshen coldly: "Your key is just a piece of scrap copper now."
Jiang Menshen had some support just now, but now he suddenly lost his mind and knelt down and shouted: "Hero, spare your life!"
"Take this guy far away, don't let us get covered in blood." Ximen Qing waved his sleeves impatiently, a hundred times would be enough to kill a guy like Jiang Menshen.
Wu Song stepped forward and kicked Jiang Menshen's huge body down, like a gourd rolling on the ground. Suddenly, Jiang Menshen saw the weapons rack in the yard only a few steps away, with all kinds of weapons on top, and hurriedly took advantage of the situation to roll around like a lazy donkey.
, and walked away to the weapons rack in disgrace.
Ever since he took a concubine, how could Jiang Menshen think about wielding swords and sticks? These weapons are just sitting here gathering dust.
But when he saw these weapons that he had neglected for a long time, Jiang Menshen was like a drowning man who suddenly saw a straw, got up and pounced on them.
Wu Song was not in a hurry to catch up. This guy had no reputation as a keeper, he was just a fat man, and his fists and feet were loose, let alone weapons.
Furthermore, Wu Song's newly acquired sword was used to cut off the corner of the table and cut off the corners of the table. When the iron chain broke, his hands were already itchy. He sincerely asked Jiang Menshen to give him some tips so that he would not become rusty in his sword skills.
Jiang Menshen rushed to the weapons rack in two steps, stretched out his hand and pulled out the whistle stick. Feeling a little more at ease, he turned around and roared: "I was careless just now, please watch out this time!"
After saying that, he waved his whistle stick and it was time to fight Wu Song.
Wu Song smiled coldly, and slowly pulled out another snowflake iron ring sword from his back with his backhand. He held both swords in his hands and casually held them together: "Come on, let's see how accomplished you are in weapons?"
Jiang Menshen rushed over, raised his whistle stick in a "raising fire to set fire to the sky" posture, and then slashed down from above!
When Wu Song saw Jiang Menshen's posture, he knew that this guy's weapons were also loose. He probably had learned a few stick techniques common in the world, and he dared to show off in front of him.
Wu Song turned around, raised his two swords and moved aside. Jiang Menshen's whistle stick fell down and hit the ground, causing pain in his hand. Seeing Wu Song move away, he hurriedly picked up the whistle stick and chased after him.
Wu Song deliberately led the battle far away so as not to affect Ximen Qing's side; when he came down in three or five steps, he saw Jiang Menshen using his whistle stick to strike at his waist.
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Jiang Menshen just used the whistle stick to hit, but Wu Song's sword was not expected, and he immediately cut off half of the front of the whistle stick. With a light touch in his hand, Jiang Menshen hurriedly asked Wu Song to throw the whistle stick, and then turned around and looked at the weapon rack.
Wu Song lightly knocked it with the back of the knife, and the whistle stick flew away. Jiang Menshen took the simple knife from the weapon rack again, and when he turned around to look, Wu Song had already jumped up, and the two swords were shining brightly.
Split it down.
Jiang Menshen roared and raised his simple sword. Wu Song was so quick that he cut the simple sword into three sections!
"not good!"
Jiang Menshen was about to retreat, but Wu Song was not willing to let him go. The double-edged swords in his hands crossed outwards and pushed towards Jiang Menshen's neck!
A huge head soared into the sky. Jiang Menshen finally took one last look at his body at a very strange angle, and knew nothing about it after that.
Wu Song drew his knife and retreated, and saw the headless body of Jiang Menshen falling backwards, spewing blood all over the earth wall!
With a cold flick, Wu Song picked up the pair of knives and looked at them. There was no trace of blood on them. They were good knives!
As Wu Song slowly put the two swords into the shark skin sheaths, Jiang Menshen's concubine screamed under the willow tree over there and slowly fell to the ground.
"It's really useless, isn't it just a dead person?" Sun Erniang spat disdainfully, and forcefully opened the wooden door of the wine cellar. It was this strong fragrance. She smiled slightly: "What's mine is still mine." It was indeed peerless.
Good wine, no wonder it caused these things."
Ximen Qing shook his head and said, "It's not the wine that makes people greedy. People are greedy by nature."
The bartenders and troublemakers in front had long since escaped without a trace. Ximen Qing didn't care and asked Sun Erniang to go back to the inn to bring the horses. He also hired some cart porters to load the Jingyang chun into the cart.
Head towards the cross slope.
When the woman woke up, nothing was missing from her body, but instead she had a few more letters.
After seeing the methods of Ximen Qing and others, how could that woman dare to report to the official, or go to Zhang Tuanlian? She changed her clothes, rolled up some gold and silver, hired a carriage and went to Tokyo.
"Now we're just waiting for the news from Third Brother." Ximen Qing said to Wu Song leisurely while riding on his horse: "I hope that Lao Shi Guanying won't have a wrong idea."
"His only precious son is in our hands, what else can we think of?" Wu Song replied: "But those troublemakers have escaped. I'm afraid Zhang Tuanlian will do something."
"It doesn't matter. As long as Jiang Jing is released and we go to Tokyo overnight, even if Zhang Tuanlian gets the news and comes to chase us, it will be too late."
As expected, Lao Shi Guanying did not disappoint everyone. After getting up from lunch break, he saw an inexplicable extra letter on the table, and Lao Shi Guanying felt something was wrong.
When he opened the letter and read it, Lao Shi Guanying sat on the ground in shock.
How could Lao Shi Guanying not recognize his son Shi En's handwriting?
"I told this evil obstacle not to wade into this muddy water. How deep is Zhang Tuanlian's city! Things happened this time, didn't they?"
While Lao Shi was complaining about his son, he got up, found three or five confidants, and immediately kicked Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, out of prison, got a cart and pulled him towards the cross slope.
Shi Qian, a flea on the drum, followed secretly all the way.
Jiang Jing was also confused and didn't know what happened. He thought he was being dragged to be buried.
Later, I saw that Lao Shi was in a panic and the direction of the cart was not quite right. It took him several miles out of the city to wake up.
"Could it be that my boss is here?"
Jiang Jing has suffered a lot since he was imprisoned. If Zhang Tuanlian hadn't spared his life, he would have died in the dark prison long ago.
Thinking of his employer, Jiang Jing burst into tears.
It’s all my fault that I was confused for a moment, I had to show off because I know this place is not far from Tokyo!
The wine transport team escorted by Ximen Qing and others had not arrived at the cross slope for long, and when the drums started to grow, Qian Qian rushed in front of Lao Shi's management truck to report the news.
"It's just the right time!" Seeing that the timing was just right, Ximen Qing ordered someone to pull Shi En out and wait on the roadside.
In a short time, Lao Shi Guanying drove a cart in person and arrived with the magic fortune teller Jiang Jing.
Looking at Shi En, who was in low spirits but not missing a single part of his body, Lao Shi Guanying stretched out his hand and gave him two slaps on the face, then pulled Shi En into the cart, accompanied by three or five confidants.
From the beginning to the end, Lao Shi Guanying didn't even say a word, and he didn't even ask the names of Ximen Qing and others. In his mind, it would have been good to have brought his son back safely a moment earlier.
As for that mess, Lao Shi Guanying didn't bother to put a foot in it.
Because unlike Shi En, Lao Shi Guanying deeply understood the key points inside.
Zhang Tuanlian has been eyeing the position of managing the camp for a long time and wants to put his own people in.
As long as Shi En makes a mistake, Lao Shi Guanying won't even have a chance to regret it.
"Cooking! Pack things up!" Sun Erniang hurriedly ordered the waiter: "Eat as soon as you are full and hurry up!"
At this moment, Zhang Tuanlian in Mengzhou City had already received the news.
The private release of Lao Shi and the death of Jiang Menshen made Zhang Tuanlian panic.
So Zhang Tuanlian decisively went out to find someone who could make the final decision.
Romantic Prince Ximen Qing:
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