Young man, rich and easy to talk

Chapter 6 Murderous

Early the next morning, when Tang Wuming woke up, Qin Xichao was no longer in the room, and the mattress beside him was not warm. It seemed that he had been away for a long time.

Seeing a few dishes of deep-fried dough sticks and side dishes on the table, he stretched his waist and sat over to eat, yawning again and again.

I thought that although the bed was soft and comfortable last night, Tang Wuming, who has always demanded himself with the code of conduct of a killer, is really hard to get used to someone behind his back, and this person is still pinching his waist restlessly, causing him to be serious about his integrity. Worry all night.

When Qin Xichao came back after packing up the carriage, he saw the man at the table drowsily eating half a fried dough stick, his nose almost stuck in the porridge. Seeing that it was him who entered the door, he slobbered and dragged his sleep to say good morning to him.

"Why are you so honest today." Qin Xichao put the basin filled with hot water on the basin stand, "I thought I would see you hanging on the wall again when I came back."

Tang Wuming finished biting what was in his mouth, and clapped his chopsticks, "I, Tang Wuming, never planted twice in the same pit. There is black charcoal on the roof, I know."

Qin Xichao threw him a soft towel and sent him to wash his face, "Oh, listen to you, or are you going to run away?"

After wiping his face three times or two, Tang Wuming raised his head very refreshed, but his brows were frowned and staring at the man in front of him, he said rather puzzled, "Qin Xichao, I really don't understand, you What are you planning to keep me, my face is so powerful?"

Qin Xi responded with a smile, and didn't say much. Tang Wuming made fun of himself, and went back to the bed to put on his own clothes. The clothes dry quickly in summer, and when he stretched out his sleeves, he could still smell a fresh fragrance. , I do not know what smoked.

All the hidden weapons in the costume were searched away, Tang Wuming only felt light and uncomfortable on his body, wishing he could grab some stones and fill them in, Qin Xi generously took out a bag of silver, and lost a few in each pocket Go in, euphemistically called "Zhenbao".

Although it sounds a bit strange, Tang Wuming is very satisfied that the money is not overwhelming.

After tidying up, under the supervision of Heitan, Tang Wuming was forced to climb into the carriage.

The so-called midsummer is the noon of the hot day, when the fire is burning.The scorching sun is scorching and steaming the earth outside, but the gorgeous carriage on the official road is extremely gloomy.

The brocade soft couch was covered with a mat made of jade bones, and on the small table in the center were split pieces of watermelon that had been soaked in cold water. Tang Wuming leaned against the carriage with a piece of watermelon in his hands, instead of eating it, he just took it to cool his hands.Looking up, Qin Xi was sitting upright in neat clothes, as if he was born with air-conditioning covering him, and he didn't cry out for heat.

The melon rind was warmed so that it was not so cold, Tang Wuming lowered his head and took a bite, holding the melon flesh and cooling his tongue, and continued to observe the person opposite. On the surface, he was also an upright gentleman, even if he closed his eyes and rested his mind. The appearance is also very good-looking, a thousand times more upright than his own posture leaning cross-legged.

"Hey, aren't you hot?" Tang Wuming asked after swallowing the melon juice.

Qin Xichao opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again, and said calmly, "It's not hot, Fufeng swordsmanship is inherently yin, and after practicing for a long time, you won't feel hot anymore."

"Then how many years have you practiced?" Tang Wuming began to find nothing to say.

Qin Xichao did the math, "18 years."

Seeing that Qin Xichao's age is not much older than him, thinking about the appearance of the generally clear and bright little Qin Baozi waving around the yard with a heavy iron sword, and being reprimanded for his inappropriate movements, Tang Wu Min choked up his throat with a mouthful of melon flesh, and sniggered.

After laughing, he suddenly asked him very seriously, "Then you have practiced that sword technique, isn't it cold in winter?"

Qin Xichao paused for a moment, then nodded, "It's a little cold."

The carriage ran very smoothly all the way, and it was rare to encounter slight bumps in ditches. Tang Wuming held the melon in one hand, and wanted to say something, but before he could say something, a mouthful of melon seeds stuck in his throat, and he turned around and grabbed the car window and coughed violently.

Seeing this, Qin Xichao came over to pat him on the back and scolded him for being so careless.

Not caring about talking to someone, Tang Wuming's face was blushing, and suddenly he felt a blurry black shadow flashing in front of his eyes. At first, he thought it was some wild beast, but he thought that wild beasts were not so agile. , Recalling that movement, it looks like a... person.

Adhering to the usual vigilant style of underground workers, Tang Wuming patted his chest and asked the person beside him, "Master Qin, have you offended anyone in Jianghu?"

After asking this question, I felt stupid again. Qin Xichao had offended few people in Jianghu, especially flowers and plants, Yingyingyanyan, people who wanted to punish him could go to the ends of the world.

Qin Xichao followed him and looked out the window. The earth-built official road was extremely quiet, and there was no wind in the forest on both sides. However, Tang Wuming had been lying in the dark in the world for many years, and he was really sensitive to some small movements. , so he asked, "Why, what did you notice?"

Although Tang Wuming wasn't sure, he still rubbed his chin to frighten him, "Well, I feel a murderous aura." He pointed at Qin Xichao, "It's coming for you."

Qin Xichao smiled casually, "So sure, could it be that you sent me to kill me?"

Before the words were finished, a sharp saber aura suddenly rushed down from the roof of the carriage, stabbing exactly at Qin Xichao's position. Qin Xichao couldn't dodge in time, and a long gash was cut on his back by the saber light.

Tang Wuming was standing in front of him, knowing that the knife must have hurt him, but he didn't know how bad it was. Qin Xichao frowned slightly, supported his body with one arm, and reached out to take the long sword.

What pierced through the roof of the car was a sharp and bright knife, the blade was three feet long and two palms wide, and the surface of the knife was black and shiny, as if coated with a layer of ink.

The blow was not fatal, and the big knife was quickly pulled out from the roof of the car. Qin Xi's sword energy lingered all over his body. Just as he was ready to defend against the enemy, the heavy knife swung down again, and the roof of the car shook violently several times. It shattered suddenly, sending sawdust and dust everywhere.

Tang Wuming and the two immediately rushed out of the carriage one by one, and dodged to avoid the collapsed carriage. The horse was frightened, stomped its hooves and let out a long cry, broke free from the rein and ran wildly, and disappeared from everyone's sight in a blink of an eye. The old coachman was also thrown to the side of the road by the horse and passed out.

The dust gradually flattened, and a black figure gradually became clear among the debris. He was holding a half-length long knife in his hand, covered with iron, and hung a hidden weapon. With a horizontal stroke of the blade, Qin Xi slashed at Qin Xi's hood.

The attack range of a heavy-edged broadsword will never accurately hit only one person. Tang Wuming knows that if the knife goes down, the surrounding ten feet can be razed to the ground.

The two separated in an instant, Qin Xi moved towards the Qing sword to block, a golden light flashed, the blade faced the blade, and the aura spread out.

Seeing that he was moving, Tang Wuming blurted out, "Yuan Le stop!"

The young man named Yuan Le didn't seem to hear it at all. Although Tang Wuming seemed to be gloating, he didn't want to see Qin Xichao die tragically under the sword, but he didn't dare to approach him.

In a hurry, a soft whip came around his waist again, grabbed Tang Wuming and dragged him out of the arena.

Qin Xichao was injured in the back, causing pain in both shoulders. The heavy knife seemed to be irresistible. When he turned his head and saw Tang Wuming being kidnapped, he felt anxious, and a surge of internal force shook the person in front of him away. Young man, turn around and head towards Tang Wuming.

Yuan Le didn't intend to let it go, and he was even more dissatisfied with being blown away by his true energy. He dragged a heavy knife and followed Qin Xi's head. Looking at the long wound on his back that he had slashed, he grinned. He shouted at the young man who was kidnapping him, "Brother, let me tell you, dealing with this person is no problem at all!"

The young man grasped Tang Wuming's wrist and felt his pulse. There was only an empty area, as if his internal energy had been exhausted. His brows and eyes were slanted, "Xiao Le, kill him."

Qin Xichao didn't intend to get entangled with him, and avoided Yuan Le's ultimate move a few times, and came straight for the young man's life.When looking at Tang Wuming, there was endless worry in his eyes, but he winked at him firmly, signaling him not to be afraid.

Tang Wuming was grabbed and dodged backwards. He had no internal strength and no weapons. In desperation, he took a few darts from the young man and threw them towards Yuan Le, "Yuan Ping Yuan Le, you don't want to stop!" !"

Yuan Ping was the young man who bound Tang Wuming. Yuan Le cast a searching look at him when he heard the sound, and nodded slightly after seeing him hesitate, then sullenly withdrew his sword and stopped chasing after him, but was chasing after him. Before Qin Xichao, he first blocked Tang Wuming with a horizontal knife, preventing him from taking another step.

"This is my rich man, get out if you want to survive." Yuan Le scolded him sharply.

Qin Xichao stood straight a few steps away, fearless, with a bit of coldness in his eyes, and replied to him word by word, "This is my man."

Yuan Le chuckled, "We have neither relatives nor friends outside the door. We only have human lives in our hands, and only tasks in our eyes; what we spend is money with blood, and what we eat is food with hatred. Even so, you still Want to say it's yours?"

From the attire of these two people, it is already known that they are people with a lot of money, and they should be old acquaintances with Tang Wuming.

Qin Xichao still had a cold face, avoided Yuan Le and looked at Tang Wuming behind him, and repeated the words, "He is my man."

Tang Wuming looked around wildly, wishing he could find a hole to get in, so as not to embarrass himself in front of his classmates and Qin Xichao.

Yuan Ping didn't entangle with him about who Tang Wuming really belonged to, but asked him in a low voice, "You ruined his martial arts?"

Qin Xi was taken aback.

"You ruined his martial arts?!" Yuan Ping's voice was full of anger.

A member of Qian Man's family, even if he can't be a killer, he must have martial arts and be able to make money for Qian Man's family.Otherwise, it will be a free-eating waste in the door, who cannot be raised or kept, and will end up being cleaned up in the end.

Right now, Tang Wuming's veins are empty, which is clearly a sign of the exhaustion of martial arts!

Tang Wuming also heard the meaning of Yuan Ping's anger, and interjected, "It's just that there are some Sangong ingredients in the powder, and it will be fine after the effect of the medicine is exhausted."

"F*ck off?!" Yuan Le turned his head in surprise, "He's still going off on you!"