I Just Won’t Play by the Book

Watching Zhou Guican and Li Fucheng leave together, Chen Yuanzhou asked Cheng Qingheng next to him and said, "Deputy gang leader, Zhou Guican is also a troublesome person this week, do you want me to stab him first?"

But Cheng Qingheng's mind was no longer here, because he finally remembered who the young man in the straw hat was in front of him!

"The third one, you are here to stare at him in person, and I will go back when I go."

Leaving this sentence, Cheng Qingheng disappeared in place.

'The deputy gang leader has such a big reaction? Did you catch a big fish? ' Chen Yuanzhou thought strangely.

As the time for a cup of tea passed, just as Chen Yuanzhou saw Zhou Guican and Li Fucheng walk into a restaurant, he saw Cheng Qingheng suddenly appear in front of him, and at the same time there was a familiar but unfamiliar figure next to him.

"Help Master!?"

Chen Yuanzhou was shocked. In his impression, their gang leader has always been a dragon without seeing the end. Many members have never seen the true face of the leader of the gang for several years, and even he himself has only seen it three times in total. .

After a while, Cheng Qingheng turned around and said to Chen Yuanzhou and the others, "Song."

"Yes." Without further ado, Chen Yuanzhou and others obeyed Cheng Qingheng's retreat order and quickly mixed into the crowd and dispersed.

When Chen Yuanzhou and the others all left, the head of the Huang Gang, Shen Lingwan, said, "It's the third son of the leader of the Blood Flame Sect, yes, I talked to him last time at the Lions Conference, and I won't remember it wrong."

"But why are these three young masters coming to our small place? No one sent us a letter or anything. The group of brats under our command almost got into a big disaster." Cheng Qingheng said with some lingering fears.

Shen Lingwan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe someone is starting to worry about us and wants to use the hands of these three young masters to get rid of us."

"Ah!?" Cheng Qingheng was taken aback, "Could it be that the incident was exposed? But we clearly..."

Cheng Qingheng had just finished speaking when he saw Shen Lingwan's eyes swept over, so he quickly shut up.

"But these three young masters don't seem to intend to be our enemy, otherwise they wouldn't do so many stupid things as you reported. I'm afraid he is secretly reminding us of his existence, or... something else."

"Then... do I want to get in touch with this third young master?"

"No, since the third son wants to remind us in this way, it means that he doesn't want to meet us, so let's wait for him to come to us. Be smart and guard, never let him have an accident on our site."

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." Cheng Qingheng quickly turned and left after saying that.

Looking at the laughing Lifu City in the tavern, Shen Lingwan fell into contemplation.

'What went wrong... Could it be an internal ghost? Looks like it has to be checked out. ’

Thinking of this, Shen Lingwan instantly disappeared in place, as if he had never appeared before.

...

At night, Li Fucheng was holding the "Eight Palaces and Four Luoshu" and studying, Tang Tingshuang asked: "Senior brother, you have been studying every night for several days in a row. Is this book really so interesting?"

"Not only is it interesting, but it is very powerful. If I meet Brother Wang another day, I must thank him very well. The third uncle once said that when he goes out and meets nobles, he may be someone like Brother Wang."

Tang Tingshuang looked at Lifucheng's bright eyes and couldn't help covering his mouth and smiled, "But since we met that senior brother Wang, we seem to have really moved on, and we didn't encounter anything on the way to Luoxia Town. , today's help today not only did not cause trouble, but also made a chivalrous person."

"Yeah!" Li Fucheng nodded again and again, "When we have established a firm foothold here in the future, and we have something to hand, we must go to the Guixin Sect to thank Wangxiong."

...

"Ah!" Jiang Beiran, who was refining medicinal pills in the back mountain, sneezed.

‘Really, why do people keep saying I’m handsome behind my back lately. ’

With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Beiran continued to urge the blue-purple flame under the single stove in front of him.

Today, he triggered [Alchemy] +1 five times in a row during his daily "patroling the mountain", which made him feel empowered, so he hurriedly found the "secret base" in the back mountain of Lanxintang.

After slowly stabilizing the formed flame, Jiang Beiran took out various materials from the Qiankun Ring and threw them into the pill furnace.

This practice lasted until dawn, and Jiang Beiran nodded with satisfaction when he smelled the herbal fragrance from the pill furnace.

"When~" "When~" "When~"

Suddenly, a long bell rang among the major mountain peaks of Guixin Sect.

'Ok? The bell to summon the disciples, what happened? Forget it, it's none of my business. ’

Jiang Beiran had applied for a retreat before, during which time, except for the major events of life and death of the sect, he was not allowed to participate, and now for him, refining this pot of [Insect Gu Pill] is the real business.

...

the other side. Not long after the bell rang, all the young disciples in the sect gathered on the Lotus Peak and lined up in an orderly line.

And just when all the disciples were guessing what was going to call them today, they suddenly found five figures on the stone high platform under the leadership of Xiang Chang.

"It turned out that it was Senior Brother Wu and the others who came back. It seems that our sect has a good record in the competition this year."

"Who is Senior Brother Wu?"

"Senior Brother Wu, you don't even know each other? You just joined the sect, the guard of the King of Hell - Wu Qingce, in the past two years..."

"Oh! It turns out that he is the escort of the King of Hell! I have heard of his name. When I went down the mountain a few months ago, Mr. Storyteller was

Some people are talking about him, saying that as long as he wants to kill people, even if he hides among thousands of people, he will not be able to escape, because he has been favored by the king of hell. "

"You still have some knowledge."

"Senior brother, do you know who the senior sister standing beside Wu Qingce is?"

The senior patted the back of his head immediately after hearing this.

"Ouch, it hurts, why are you beating me, brother?"

"The eyeballs you're looking at are about to fall to the ground." After saying that, he looked at the eyes around him and whispered, "I'll tell you slowly when it's over, stop now."

"Yes……"

...

In a whisper of discussion, Xiangchang Wu Qiufang walked to the high stage and said, "In this Jiangbei District sectarian competition, five disciples of my Guixin Sect performed outstandingly and won excellent results, and Wu Qingce, a disciple of Luanxingtang, even more so. Come out on top!"

"Wow!"

All the disciples in the audience could not help but let out a burst of exclamation.

Jiangbei District's sectarian competition is a major event held every year. All major sects attach great importance to it. After all, it is about reputation, and reputation means source of students. In Jiang Beiran's words, this competition is Jiangbei District's "college entrance examination" , whichever disciple of the sect wins the championship is equivalent to taking the "Zhuang Scholar of the College Entrance Examination", which is naturally infinite for the sect.

ps: I thought about it a lot today, so the update is late. The two chapters of yesterday’s plot are actually the plot I originally wanted to change.

Because I wrote a chapter without a protagonist before, that is, the chapter that interrogated the shop assistant, and I got a lot of feedback, such as "a chapter of good water", "no need to write", "no content" and so on.

So I thought about whether to change it or not, but after thinking about it carefully, maybe only a few people said these words, and most people who liked this book were reading it silently.

So in the end I decided not to change it, because this is my way of writing, what I want to write is group portraits, just like full-time masters, each character has its own personality, story, and growth.

I also hope that readers who talk about water can be a little patient. Every paragraph I write has its meaning, or foreshadowing or ending, the purpose is to make the story more full.

Huh... It's much more comfortable to say it. Next, I will think more carefully about various plots. I hope you can support me.