Chapter 59 Sleight of hand

Chapter 59 Sleight of hand

Chapter 59 Sleight of hand
"Qingfeng Village in Yunwu Mountain?"

"This is what Third Young Master means."

"But, from what I know, the people who seized Yunwu Mountain seem to be related to the Divine Religion."

In the secret room, the light from the candlestick was very dim.

"You're right."

The middle-aged man sitting in the guest seat picked up a few tangled wicks, making them a little brighter. He then separated the wicks, and the two flames burned separately, with the candle oil hissing.

"It's like this wick. To outsiders, it looks like it's tightly held together, but in fact, it can be split into several strands, all nourished by the lamp oil. You are bright and I am dark, and we cannot coexist."

"Last autumn, Gang Leader Sikong went to Blackwood Cliff through the Third Young Master to meet the Chief Steward. Does Gang Leader Sikong know which faction the Shennong Gang belongs to?"

Sikong Huan had just defected and did not know much about the internal struggles of the Sun Moon Sect. However, through the words of the Third Young Master's messenger, he roughly understood that although Qingfeng Village was also a cult force, it was the enemy of the Grand Steward.

When gods fight, innocent people suffer.

He didn't want to get involved in the internal disputes of the Divine Religion, and he couldn't go against the Third Young Master Tong who was standing behind Yang Lianting, so he could only express his opinion: "I understand! Since it is the will of the Chief Steward and the Third Young Master, then I will do my best to wipe out Qingfeng Village!"

The middle-aged man nodded. He sat on the chair with his back straight. His aura was no less than that of Sikong Huan, who had been the gang leader for a long time.

Sikong Huan did not dare to regard him as an ordinary messenger, and said respectfully: "There is one more thing I want to report to the envoy."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"The Dragon Scale Society sent people here to discuss the annihilation of Qingfeng Village."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "That's perfect. You can work together."

This is what Sikong Huan wanted. He hid behind the Dragon Scale Society and did not put in any effort. He did not violate the wishes of the chief steward. If the forces behind Qingfeng Village gained the upper hand and wanted to settle accounts later, he would have room for defense.

After finishing the discussion, Sikong Huan hosted a banquet in the secret room and personally attended the banquet. He stuffed several large silver bills to show his friendship. He also asked him to pass on gifts and letters to the third son and the chief steward.
When we saw off the messenger, the moon had already reached its zenith.

Such hospitality not only showed warmth and consideration, but also could avoid being seen by others. Sikong Huan could continue to sit on the fence and watch with peace of mind. He was secretly proud of himself.

"The righteous sect and the evil sect joined forces just to wipe out Qingfeng Village. This is also a rare event in the martial arts world."

Sikong Huan returned to his room and was about to lie down when he suddenly remembered what happened during the day and couldn't help feeling a little pity.

"Xiuyu must be very sad because of the sudden loss of her father and brother. I must comfort her."

The backyard was very large. Sikong Huan had no wife, but he had nine concubines, each living in a small courtyard and each having servants to serve them.

At this time, the servants in the mansion had also gone to bed. Sikong Huan was walking alone in the corridor, thinking about what happened yesterday, when he suddenly saw a black shadow flash past in front of him. He hurriedly stopped and observed secretly.

"That Luffy thief dared to break into the Shennong Gang at night?"

Sikong Huan saw that the man in black was familiar with the route and went straight to the courtyard where Madam Jiu lived. He seemed to understand a little bit about it and quietly followed him all the way.

There are several bamboos planted beside the courtyard wall.
The black shadow did not go through the gate, but came to the window against the wall, looked around for a while, then gently knocked on the window sill. After a moment, the window opened from the inside, and the man in black did a beautiful somersault and rushed in, and the two windows were then closed tightly.

"What a couple!"

Sikong Huan's face turned pale. From the man's body shape and body movements, he was able to make a pretty accurate guess as to his identity - Deputy Gang Leader Chang An.

He walked slowly to the wall of the courtyard and suddenly heard an unbearable sound.

The cold wind blew, and the two bamboos leaned against each other, their branches rubbing against each other, making a regular rustling sound. From time to time, large pieces of snow fell to the ground, making a fierce and high-pitched collision with the thick and compact ground. "It's so loud? Damn it, hateful."

Sikong Huan felt jealous and hateful. He stood there for two quarters of an hour without realizing it. The wind showed no sign of stopping, but his face turned from blue to red. Although he didn't want to admit it, he couldn't help but wonder, is this what it feels like to be young?

After a while, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped.

There were voices coming from the inner room. Sikong Huan swallowed and listened attentively.

"How?" the man asked with a smile.

The woman's breath was weak, but her tone was full of joy and happiness: "I heard that you were a lay disciple of Shaolin and practiced Iron Crotch Kung Fu for a period of time. At that time, I was wondering what the use of this Kung Fu was. It turns out that it is... used to deal with me."

The man asked proudly, "Shaolin Kung Fu is the best in the martial arts world. I wonder how it compares to Gang Leader Sikong's Seven Deadly Palms?"

The woman said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you talking about him when everything is fine? It really ruins the mood."

"Madam Nine, you don't know that the way to martial arts is to practice and compare with each other in order to continuously improve!"

The man seemed extremely keen on comparing himself with Gang Leader Sikong, and never tired of it, forcing the woman to answer.

The woman snorted coldly, "Seven Deadly Palms, Seven Deadly Palms, it's really a proper nickname! That old fellow's skills are all in his hands. If he gets serious, he'll surrender in less than ten strokes!"

Sikong Huan's eyes were about to spit fire, and he thought to himself, "Ten times? How is that possible! She actually arranged this for me just to please Chang An."

“Exactly what I expected”

The man laughed.

The woman asked curiously, "What did you expect?"

The man said: "Sikong Huan is strong on the outside but weak on the inside! Sooner or later, the Shennong Gang will be ours."

The woman was impatient and urged, "Why wait? Can't we just do it these few days? This old turtle is old and incompetent. He doesn't even want to avenge my father and brother. I don't want to serve him for a whole night."

The man laughed and said, "Sikong Huan was able to hold out for ten breaths under Madam Nine's attack, which shows that he is not completely exhausted. I will take action when he only has three breaths left. That way, I will be absolutely safe."

Outside the window, Gang Leader Sikong's face turned from red to blue again, his lips trembled slightly, his fists clenched tightly, he wished he could smash the window with one palm, kill the adulterer and the adulteress immediately, and let them know that he is not only good at "hand skills".

He thought again.

"As the saying goes, catch the thief and the stolen goods, catch the adulterer and the couple. Gather the experts in the gang? But it's not good to publicize this matter, otherwise it will only hurt my reputation."

"You're going in alone to kill a general? Chang An's martial arts are not much inferior to mine. He is in his prime. If I can't defeat him, won't everything be over?"

"It seems that we have to take a long-term view and find a safe way to get rid of Chang An and then slowly deal with Huang Xiuyu."

Sikong Huan quietly retreated from the window, trying not to make any sound.

As time goes by, he becomes more shrewd and cunning. It didn't take long for him to come up with a good plan that kills two birds with one stone.

Under the candlelight, Sikong Huan held the pen in his left hand, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote on the letter paper.

It only takes a cup of tea to establish your faith.

He read it from beginning to end, and said with a smug smile: "You dare to say that my kung fu is only in my hands, but little do you know that in the martial arts world, besides fighting and killing, you also need your brain."

(End of this chapter)