Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Escaping very skillfully

(Let the second chase the third! IG bullpen!)

Returning to the house just in time for noon, Fan Ruoruo greeted Aunt Liu and planned to go back to her room to rest, but was stopped by Aunt Liu and said, "Ruoruo, we have to wait for lunch, the master will be back soon, we Let's eat together later."

Fan Ruoruo noticed Aunt Liu's meaningful eyes, and felt a little puzzled, but she didn't think too much about it. She responded casually and returned to her room.

Right now, Fan Xian is fully focused on Lin Wan'er, while Fan Sizhe is busy with his bookstore.

Fan Ruoruo sat by the window and looked at the huge courtyard, feeling empty.

Even the poetry collections that I liked to read in the past have no temper.

He sighed softly, recalling the change in Zhou Ji's attitude just now, for some unknown reason, it actually made people feel a little alienated.

Fan Ruoruo recalled all the changes in the past month, sometimes happy and sometimes angry, from her brother coming to the capital to confronting the son of the Minister of Rites in the street, to the famous poetry meeting, and designing the Zuixianju, she had never thought of such a wonderful experience before.

In front of the desk, two pieces of rice paper stood side by side, one was "Climbing the High" and the other was "Linjiang Immortal", which she liked very much.

like very much.

Farewell to Fan Ruoruo, Zhou Ji came to the new store that Fan Ruoruo just mentioned by himself.

"Yuelai Building"

The name is not bad.

The opening of the new store is very lively, there are many customers upstairs and downstairs, some of them want to try new things like him, and some of them are watching the opening promotion to earn some money.

Zhou Ji ordered some new dishes and poured them all by himself. The fruit wine was light, and he was still a bit drunk after drinking from a pot.

He actually doesn't eat sweets very much. The dishes on the table are simply picked up a few chopsticks, and then they rest on a small plate of pastries in the corner.

"It's not as exquisite as the pastries that Fan Xian asked her sister to bring."

Zhou Ji glanced over a few times, picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth.

"The taste is not bad, even better than the one in Fan Mansion."

The aftertaste is still sweet.

It took a while for a stack of pastries to be eaten, and Zhou Ji didn't pay attention to the surprised and inexplicable expressions of the people next to him.

'Is this person sick? Order so many dishes and only stare at the complimentary pastries? Is it that delicious? ' The guest sitting next to him was curious, tasted the pastry on his table, and said, "The taste is very ordinary, nothing special."

The friend next to him also picked up a piece, glanced at it and said, "Why are there so many requirements for the gift? It should be purchased from an ordinary store, and I am afraid that it is not as good as what my cook makes."

Zhou Ji didn't take it seriously, or he didn't hear it at all. After the pastry was finished, his interest was exhausted.

Going back to the house, looking at the deserted and lifeless room, Zhou Ji smiled, leaned against the table, and subconsciously wiped the sword box on the table. The smooth and cold touch made his alcohol fade away. The dent under it disappeared at some point, Zhou Ji sat up straight suddenly, looked down at the sword box in front of him, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

The shape and feel are exactly the same, it seems that the other party has worked hard.

Touching the hidden button lightly, Zhou Ji had no intention of opening it to take a look.

Don't look, there must be a hidden mechanism inside.

There must be one kind of poison, hidden weapon, and gunpowder.

Because that's what he did himself!

The door slammed softly.

Zhou Ji lifted the sword box and evacuated from the back window. When he climbed over the wall, he felt that the extreme danger was approaching. From the corner of his eye, he saw two black-painted long swords piercing his neck and chest.

Dodging sideways, Zhou Ji borrowed strength from the wall and jumped over the sword edge. As soon as his toes stepped on the wall, he saw a cold light approaching again.

At a distance of more than ten meters, another assassin drew a bow and shot at him!

The other party wanted to force him to draw the sword!

Zhou Ji sneered in his heart, I can't at all!

Flicking his sleeve and throwing the sword box, Zhou Ji continued to run away without hesitation.

He walked on the ground in such a complicated alleyway with his light skills, but the three white-clothed women who chased him fell further and further away, and they were beyond their reach in just a moment.

"This person's qinggong is so good that I can't catch up."

The woman in white holding the bow showed unwillingness, but said helplessly.

"Senior Sister Lu, what should we do?" The other two women looked at each other and asked.

"Just report it truthfully. My lord also said before the action that this person's strength is unknown, and he should be between the ninth rank and the master. There are rumors that he once provoked Xie Bi'an, saying that he wanted to make a name for himself as a ninth rank swordsman." The woman surnamed Lu looked a little pale Unsightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you can kill this action, you can kill it. If you can't kill it, you should try your best to force the opponent to draw a sword."

She originally thought that she could be regarded as a leader among the three generations of disciples, and the two junior sisters next to her were both sixth-rank masters. Such a simple and extremely simple task as forcing the opponent to draw a sword should be within reach.

I didn't expect to meet a guy without martial arts, let alone a sword, not even a sword box!

Good guy, he runs away as soon as we meet, and he runs so skillfully.

The other two women also showed bitterness. The younger one saw the sword box abandoned by Zhou Ji, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and said: "Such bullies are not worthy of using swords at all." !"

The woman surnamed Lu sighed, "Forget it, let's go back."

"No, I have to see what kind of sword he is using today! It's so important to adults."

"No!" The woman surnamed Lu secretly felt something was wrong, and was about to stop her junior sister, but found that she had already opened the release.

bang~

The sword case popped open suddenly, and a faint sweet smell rushed towards the face along with the silver needles like a storm.

There was no time to dodge or cover. In just a few moments, the alleyway was covered with poisonous needles as thin as cow hair, and the three female assassins also froze in place, maintaining their dying postures.

The words are divided into two ends and scored twice.

In a certain Linfu courtyard outside the city of Kyoto, Lin Gong, the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, also opened the real sword box at the same time.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling white light and deafening noise lit up in the room, bricks and tiles flew together, beams shattered, and the power of white phosphorous grenades and flash bombs was comparable to the wrath of the gods in this era.

In an instant, the entire other courtyard was engulfed in flames. Even if the guards near the main hall escaped the dazzling white light, they were still melted into flesh and blood by the gangrenous white phosphorus, which penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"Damn it!" Some guards were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and said stupidly, "The **** is angry! The **** is angry!"

This courtyard is far away on the outskirts of the city, and its location is relatively hidden. There are no people living nearby, and only Lin Gong occasionally comes here on weekdays. Even if such a loud explosion occurs, it will not reach the capital. When the thick smoke came out, the entire other courtyard had turned into ruins. Except for the outermost gatehouse who escaped, none of the guards in the courtyard and Lin Gong himself survived.

Of course, Zhou Ji was not aware of these circumstances. He had already returned to the courtyard where the first maid was killed, and dug out another sword box that was slightly smaller from a dry well next to it.

After patting off the surface soil, Zhou Ji opened the sword box and looked at the neatly placed gun accessories inside, with a smile on his face.

(New books are not easy, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a reward)

(end of this chapter)

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