Wu Qianhu's hands were as stable and dry as they were decades ago. He held the steel knife in his hand, and after a few breaths, it seemed as if it had grown in his hand and he could wield it at will.
Wu Qianhu's mind was like a bright mirror after Ximen Qing's several fancy fists and kicks, he would never be able to survive two rounds under his own sword; the only thing he was worried about was the man sitting opposite Ximen Qing drinking.
Although the man looked elegant and wore scholarly clothes, the hand holding the cup showed that he was as stable as his own and would never use any extra effort.
He is quite an expert.
Wu Qianhu's eyes suddenly shrank, and several thoughts flashed through his mind. At this point, he could no longer look back, and even the gods wanted to kill him.
Everyone knows that he was a left-behind Sento, but no one knows that he was a famous lone thief decades ago.
Wu Qianhu subconsciously touched his waist, but his touch came up empty. Then he remembered that he had not been around the world for decades, and An Qingzi, who had become famous before, had become rusty somewhere.
However, in the eyes of experts, flying flowers and fallen leaves can be used as hidden weapons.
So Wu Qianhu crouched down and groped for a small paving stone from the ground, then tiptoed and slowly approached the hall.
Thirty steps!
Wu Qianhu continued to move forward.
Ten steps!
This was the limit of being invisible. Wu Qianhu arched his body, as if a good bow was gradually being drawn to full. The strength of his waist, legs, and spine were gradually twisted into one.
Wu Qianhu flipped his left hand, and the pebble popped out of his hand. The target was not Ximen Qing or Jiang Jing in the hall, but the pillar on the left side of the hall.
A very slight "pop" sound.
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing's ears twitched and he subconsciously looked towards the pillar. At this moment, Wu Qianhu, who was lurking on the right, flew out like an arrow from a string, with the knife in front and the person behind, pointing straight at him without even noticing.
Ximen Qing!
Five steps!
Two steps!
Wu Qianhu saw a foothold, focused his energy on his right foot, and prepared to fly into the air with a kick, killing Ximen Qing like an eagle attacking a rabbit!
At this time, the divine fortune teller Jiang Jing was still searching the darkness on the left side of the hall without turning his head; while Ximen Qing was minding his own business and raised his head while drinking!
"Drink!" Wu Qianhu stepped down with his right foot, exhaled, and was about to rise into the air!
This was not Wu Qianhu deliberately speaking to remind Ximen Qing, but the energy in his whole body was raging, and he had to have an outlet. Otherwise, even if Wu Qianhu succeeded, he would hold his breath in his chest, which would be of no benefit to him.
Things have been developing according to Wu Qianhu's idea until now, but what he didn't expect was that when he stepped down, his feet were actually empty!
Damn it!!! Give it a few more seconds, and Ximen Qing will be the ghost under the sword!
Wu Qianhu also knew that something was wrong, and that he must have fallen into Ximen Qing's plan, but at this time, all his strength was on his right foot. When his foot was empty, his body fell straight down as if filled with lead. Even if Wu Qianhu wanted to lift his energy and go up.
Even if you go away, you can't.
Because there is no solid ground under his feet! Wu Qianhu can’t borrow any strength at all!
What's even more tragic is that according to Wu Qianhu's estimate at the time, the pit was two feet deep! Even when Wu Qianhu was young, he couldn't jump out of the two-foot-deep pit.
The next thing Wu Qianhu didn't expect was that the bottom of the pit was not soft soil or water, but a smooth wooden board that had been removed from somewhere and had been painted with countless layers of paint!
It’s also covered in lard!!!
There was an unsurprising "click", and Wu Qianhu's right foot was broken! The pain made him roll around in the pit, but Wu Qianhu soon found that his whole body was covered with lard, and he could not move at all on this deceptive wooden board!
The carp was thrusting hard! It slipped halfway before it was thrust up, and it couldn't use any strength at all!
The kite turned over! Wu Qianhu tried hard for a long time, but couldn't turn over. Sadly, he found that he was like a turtle being turned over. No matter how hard he tried, he still ended up on his back.
Even the steel knife in his hand was thrown away without knowing where he was rolling just now.
"Ximen Qing, I am your ancestor!!!" Wu Qianhu shouted desperately from the bottom of the pit.
If this kind of trap is set up, even the Tathagata Buddha will not be able to escape!!!
The torches were lit at the edge of the pit, and Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing leaned over to look at Wu Qianhu, who was in a state of embarrassment.
"Old man Wu, are you comfortable down there?" Ximen Qing smiled proudly and asked Wu Qianhu deliberately.
Once he stopped, Wu Qianhu realized that his whole body was in terrible pain, especially his broken right foot. Now it was even more painful. He couldn't help shouting: "Ah...it hurts me so much..."
Ximen Qing seemed to have received a satisfactory answer and nodded: "Very good. Old man Wu, just stay down there and tell me if you need a quilt. It's getting very late. I will invite the county magistrate to visit you early tomorrow morning.
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After saying that, he waved his hand and the servant took the prepared lid from the side, covered the entrance of the pit, and placed a few large stones around it.
Seeing this situation, Wu Qianhu knew that he could not escape, and he was so angry at Ximen Qing's teasing that he fainted with a thud.
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing frowned: "Although this man is about fifty years old, he is very agile. If Brother Ximen had not known this man's plan for a long time, I am afraid that he would have been poisoned by this man."
"This thing is a bit strange." Ximen Qing also thought about it for a moment: "Normally, this old man Wu has been a left guard Qianhu, so there is nothing strange about him having some martial arts skills."
"Throwing a stone to ask for directions." Jiang Jing opened his hand, which was a small stone, and told what happened just now: "Looking at his skills, it seems that only a lone thief who is accustomed to traveling around the world has that kind of skill."
Only then did Ximen Qing realize that he had missed a lot of things, but then he thought about it and smiled: "When we are on my territory, even a tiger will never come back."
"If we do this, we won't even have to open the court tomorrow. We can just invite the magistrate here to visit."
Jiang Jing laughed and said: "Yes, no matter who you are, if you meet Brother Ximen, you will definitely be unlucky."
"That's not necessarily the case." Ximen Qing smiled mysteriously: "Look at the magistrate and you, not only are we not unlucky, but we have benefited, right?"
"Yes, yes!" Jiang Jing said with a smile: "As long as you stand with you, you will benefit, and those who oppose you will only be unlucky!"
The two looked at each other and smiled. This was when Xiao Tianqing came over and reported: "Master, the man has been caught and is being locked up in the woodshed to write a confession."
"Okay." Ximen Qing nodded: "Even if Old Man Wu grits his teeth and refuses to admit his guilt, with his son's confession, the Wu family is finished."
Several servants were assigned to guard them respectively, and both Ximen Qing and Jiang Jing went back to their rooms to rest.
Xueer, who had slept a long sleep at this time, jumped when she felt a cold body coming close to her. She turned around and found that it was Ximen Qing. She hurriedly put her whole body against her to warm Ximen Qing: "Master,
Have you done everything? My hands and feet look cold..."
"Everything is done." Ximen Qing kissed Xue'er on the forehead, and his hands began to become unsteady: "The Wu family is finished this time."
"Then..., no, what should Wu Yueniang do? What did the master think about it?" Xue'er blushed and gently pushed Ximen Qing's Lushan Claw away and asked hesitantly.
Ximen Qing frowned. To be honest, he had never thought about what to do about this matter. Although Wu Yueniang had secretly eroded the Ximen family's property over the years, and she treated him with a face rather than a nose, but
No matter what, Ximen Qing was still unwilling to throw Wu Yueniang into the cell from the bottom of his heart.
Although he threw Wu Yueniang back to Wu Qianhu with a piece of "Chuixueqiuxiu", a certain part of Ximen Qing's heart was still a little soft. Maybe he felt that Ximen Qing had made Wu Yueniang into an extremely sexless* life.
The harem of a deep boudoir?
If sex is harmonious, everything will be prosperous. This sentence is actually very reasonable. Of course, if you can't understand it, there is a vulgar version, which is: press against the wall and fuck hard, and the wife will naturally obey you.
At least Ximen Qing still doesn't know that Wu Qianhu's decision to kill him was entirely Wu Yueniang's idea. This is completely beyond the scope of hard work.
"When the time comes, I will give you one hundred guan and let Wu Yueniang live somewhere else." Ximen Qing thought for a long time and said to himself.
Xue'er thought about something and sighed softly, and Ximen Qing, who had finally been serious for a while, became active again. Xue'er suddenly felt that there was a hot thing pressing on her lower abdomen.
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"Master, haven't you done this once before?" Xue'er looked shy, holding the thing that she loved and feared in her little hands, which made Ximen Qing even more excited.
How can a man let such a thing go by saying "Forget it" at such a moment?
"But sir, what am I thinking about now?" Ximen Qing blew into Xue'er's small ear: "Good Xue'er, can I teach you a new posture this time?"
"It must be another embarrassing posture. Master always has new tricks." Xue'er thought, her face turned red, and she nodded slightly.
Under Ximen Qing's enthusiastic command, Xue'er moved shyly: "Master, is this...right?"
"Very good. That's it." Ximen Qing enjoyed it very much: "The faster it is, the better."
So comfortable...
In this humiliating posture, Xue'er twisted until her waist ached, and then she softened amidst the cooing cry, lying on Ximen Qing's chest like a kitten. It took a long time to come back to her senses: "Master.
..Xueer was as happy as if she had ascended to heaven just now.”
"Oh? Then it's my turn this time." Ximen Qing turned over and pressed Xue'er under him, using his accumulated energy to start another round of sprint... You must be happy when you are proud of life...
The night is long and I have no intention of sleeping...