[Comprehensive] Our city lord is glamorous and noble

Chapter 14

Lang Yue asked in surprise, "What?"

The man said with a pale face, "The death dart is dead."

Not only did he die, but he also died very strangely. According to the information he heard, the other party seemed to have died under some kind of superb swordsmanship.

The two people present were not stupid, not only not stupid, but also very smart. If they could think of the connection between Jian and Ye Gucheng, then Nan Wang would definitely be able to think of it.

After all, the death dart is the only connection between Nanwang and Jin Mingmie. Apart from Ye Gucheng, who else in this world has reason to attack him and is skilled in swordsmanship?

But the Lord of Baiyun City is clearly not in the capital!

Langyue suddenly said: "This is framing." Her expression was calm, and there was a calm light in her eyes. Most of the time, it was reason rather than emotion that dominated her brain.

Lang Yue is very sure: "Someone is trying to provoke the relationship between Nanwang and the city lord." This does not mean that the relationship between them is good, on the contrary, the relationship between Nanwang and Baiyun city lord is terrible, but let Daosheng The dart died strangely in Nan Wang's mansion in the capital, but it made things worse.

Sending people back the same way was a provocation, to show one's own strength, to die directly, and to die so close to King Nan, this was a threat.

The death dart died near King Nan, and no one found out. Does this prove that if they wanted to, they could kill King Nan quietly?

In the world of martial arts described by Gu Long, imperial power is not that important, but it is not that unimportant. It is unlikely that martial arts people want to be lawless.

Lang Yue sternly said: "Send a letter to the city lord, the sooner the better!"

She didn't doubt the buddy at all. The people in Baiyun City knew each other's background, and their loyalty to the city lord could not be summed up in one sentence. They would not betray Baiyun City, nor did they have the guts.

The life-destroying dart was sent to Nanwang's mansion well. At that time, he was still alive and well, and then he died. It was still in the middle of the night. The man's actions were probably seen by people, and the other party followed him All the way, he was not found.

Thinking about it, that person's qinggong is very clever.

The buddy is not good at martial arts, but he is proficient in hidden weapons and formations. If he is regarded as Sikong Zhaixing by the life-threatening dart, he is definitely not bad. More importantly, he is a thoughtful and vigilant person.

The frightening thing about the person who set the blame on him is that he has the patience of a camel, the intelligence of a human, the cunning of a fox, and the lightness of a ghost.

At sea, there is a magnificent ship sailing.

The boat is not big, but it is very delicate. The wood is the best gold silk teak, and there are carved patterns on the keel.

The Lord of Baiyun City is in the innermost place. There are carpets woven with Persian techniques on the floor. Countless animal furs are piled up on the cold and wide chair, which is very soft. Leaning on the back of the chair, it seems to be deeply immersed in the clouds.

The Lord of Baiyun City is not a person who seeks pleasure. What suits him best is white water without any additives, and a cold and hard bed. Because of its softness, it will blunt his heart as hard as iron. However, the people of Baiyun City always hope that The city lord could live more comfortably, the soft fur of the animals was arranged by Lanfeng, and Ye Gucheng just stared at the chair for a while, then left silently.

is already the default.

Lan Feng breathed a sigh of relief: The city lord is not angry!

Ye Gucheng: It’s so popular that there’s nothing I can do =v=!

The Lord Baiyun said that he actually likes Xiangxiang's soft animal fur!Trapping the whole person in the soft fur is simply the supreme enjoyment!

Fat Pigeon: Quack, I don't see that you like my soft feathers.

He, Lan Feng and the others have been wandering at sea for a few days. Since this is the first time Ye Gucheng has gone out in a few years, Lan Feng, the ace maid, is so nervous that she can't wait to move the whole Baiyun City to the bed while packing her clothes. It was Ye Gucheng who stopped her with his cold gaze.

They are already very close to the shore. At this distance, the fat pigeons that are a specialty of Baiyun City can fly there in half a day. When Ye Gucheng received Lang Yue's letter, the sun had not yet set.

He was actually in a good mood before, because he succeeded in slapping Nan Wang with his outstanding wisdom, and he also enjoyed the pleasure of being slapped in the face.

It's so cool to scold Fang Qiu from afar overseas, everything is within his arrangement, isn't it!

Ye Gucheng unfolded the paper, his hands were neither fast nor slow, but his eyes glanced very fast. When he finished reading the last word, the dots of cold stars shot out of his eyes were as sharp as swords.

There was a faint murderous look in the cabin, and Lan Feng's muscles were tense, but he looked at Ye Gucheng with adoring eyes.

Letting out the murderous aura seems simple, but it is very profound. If you are not at the peak level, who can control the illusory aura, and even use it to suppress people?

Ye Gucheng fell into thinking, he was angry, which was the reason for the murderous intent, but he quickly calmed down, thinking about the only loophole that was outside the calculation.

Someone is provoking his relationship with Nan Wang.

No, it should be said, adding fuel to the fire.

What is the purpose?His brain was spinning rapidly, and a layer of frost could be seen around him with the naked eye.

Murderous intent is always icy cold.

Nanwang, Baiyuncheng, superb knowledge, lightness kung fu that ranks first in the world, and excellent anti-reconnaissance ability.

There are not many people who meet these conditions, but there are also many. Even Ye Gucheng cannot be sure which one it is.

He thought, it would be best to have a chance to see the wound on the neck of the death dart. For a master of swordsman, the fastest way to see through other people's kung fu is to look at his sword moves.

Even if the same moves are used, there are differences between people.

Beijing, daylight, sunny.

Lu Xiaofeng got the news a little slower than Miss Yue and the others, because he thought the matter was over, Miss Yue didn't want to tell Lu Xiaofeng where the death dart was sent, and he didn't want to find out.

His curiosity is not as strong as it is shown. Moreover, Lu Xiaofeng is a person who respects his friends very much. If a friend has any troubles, he will be very willing to listen to him and help him solve problems. , he will not force it.

This is Lu Xiaofeng's philosophy of making friends.

He was eating wine upstairs in Deyang Building, and he only had the tiger skin meat served with the wine. The tiger skin meat here is really delicious, even if he eats it seventeen or eight times a day, he won't get tired of it.

As long as you are a young man, you will not stay in one place forever, let alone a prodigal son like Lu Xiaofeng. He is going to go to the south of the Yangtze River to find another friend, Hua Manlou, and he will leave soon. Before leaving, he must have a good time. The dishes of Deyanglou.

After that, I couldn't eat delicious tiger skin meat for a period of time, and it was really uncomfortable to think about it.

Someone said from behind: "Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Daxia."

He drank the wine in the glass before turning back. In fact, he already knew who the person was by relying on the sound alone, not because of his sensitive ears, but because the other party's voice was too recognizable.

A person's appearance can be remembered, so can his voice. An ugly voice is more impressive than a nice voice, and the person whose name is called is extremely ugly.

A thousand male ducks crowing in unison would not be worse than his voice.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Hero Shun, please sit down."

Like a monkey, the small man jumped up to Lu Xiaofeng's side.

The surname Shun is rare, or does not exist at all. The person called Shun Daxia is not because of his surname Shun, but because his nickname is "Shunfeng Er". He has never disclosed his real name to anyone. You can call me "Zhang San", and later call yourself "Li Si". There are too many names used, which are too perfunctory, so I just call him by the name with the wind ear.

Shun Feng Er is very satisfied with the name, not only satisfied, he is also very happy that others call him Shun Da Xia, people who have not become a Da Xia these days always like to take advantage of what they say.

Shun Daxia's martial arts is not good, nor is light work, but he has enough contacts and well-informed information. With his ability, it should not be difficult to sell information, but he is not.

Shunfenger has always said that gossip is fun, but if it is used as a means of making a living, the fun will be greatly reduced.

His news has always been true and exclusive, but when he found out, almost everyone in the world knew about it, because he wished he could put a loudspeaker by his mouth and croak every day.

Seeing him sitting next to her, Lu Xiaofeng knew that Shun Feng Er had some shocking secret to reveal, so he naturally listened attentively.

Lu Xiaofeng is a very good listener, and Shunfenger's revelations are also very credible. It is a good choice to listen to him gossip about the condiments of the current meal.

He still doesn't know at the moment that what the other party wants to tell him is not a condiment for dinner, but a bitter gourd to eliminate appetite.

Shunfeng Er said mysteriously: "I discovered a very important thing." He said proudly, "Only I know."

Lu Xiaofeng cooperated and said, "Hero Shun knows something, can you tell me about it?"

Shun Fenger felt very comfortable when he called "Shun Daxia". Although he considered himself a chivalrous man, he also knew that he was far from a hero like Lu Xiaofeng. If the other party wanted to call him a hero, it was already the highest. compliments.

He was so ecstatic that he couldn't even bring up the energy to show off, so he poured out all he knew, and said, "I heard that a person died in the Nanwangzhai this morning."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Oh?"

Shunfeng Er lowered his voice and said: "You must know the dead person."

A bad premonition suddenly appeared in my heart, but I still couldn't guess who the dead person was.

Shunfeng Er revealed the answer: "The one who died was the owner of No. 40, Tsing Yi Building, the death dart."

Lu Xiaofeng immediately blurted out: "Impossible!"

He also saw the life-threatening dart last night, and heard Miss Yue say that she wanted to send him back alive, but why was he dead so early in the morning.

Shunfeng heard that Lu Xiaofeng's expression was wrong, and wondered: "Could it be that Hero Lu just met him?"

At this time, no one will admit who is an idiot, so Lu Xiaofeng said: "I just heard that the death dart is outstanding in martial arts, and people are cautious, how could they suddenly die?"

Shunfeng Er was even more proud, he said: "I know how he died."

Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Say it."

The life-destroying bodyguard said: "He was killed by a sword of a skilled swordsman."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, because he thought of a person, a brilliant swordsman related to the death dart.

Shun Feng's ear said: "Hero Lu, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Xiaofeng could only say: "Accidentally ate a piece of bitter melon, and I feel bitter."

He suddenly realized that he might not be able to go to Jiangnan to find Huamanlou on time.