Kong Wenshao's steps suddenly stopped and he opened his mouth to call someone.

But the young man in black clothes flashed like a teleport, flicked his throat, and then returned to the same place.

This finger snap was not very strong, but after all, it was a fragile part of the throat. Kong Wenshao suddenly started to cough dryly.

"Cough cough cough...!"

The young man in Xuanyi frowned and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Anyway, the distance of a few more steps is only a moment for him~!

"Master Kong, can we have a good talk now?"

"If it happens again, Hong will not be able to guarantee that your throat, Master Kong, is intact."

"After all... it's difficult to control the force with which you can step on an ant without damaging it~!"

Hearing that the young man in black clothes in front of him compared himself to an ant, Kong Wenshao's complexion turned red and white.

The dry cough suddenly got worse!

"You...ahem...who are you...?"

"I am Hongkang, a scattered person."

Hong Kang looked at Kong Wenshao. He could sense that Kong Wenshao also had true energy in his body, but the strength was only about the same as that of a second-rate warrior.

Moreover, there are no calluses on his mouth, palms, or fist surfaces, indicating that he has not practiced weapons, fists, and kicks;

However, there is a thin layer of calluses on the tips of the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of my right hand, which is caused by years of holding pens.

Therefore, Kong Wenshao should just practice Qigong and use it to maintain his health.

This is not to say that it is new.

Many people who worship Buddhism and Taoism in the officialdom will study the art of nourishing Qi and guiding it.

But they don't have to fight like Jianghu people, so some people may practice Qigong well, but they are only limited to maintaining themselves, and they don't have to fight hard.

Just like Kong Wenshao in front of him, in terms of Qigong cultivation, he was equivalent to the second-rate level; but in Hong Kang's view, Pang Qingyang, who was still at the third-rate level at the time, could beat him!!

After coughing for a while, Kong Wenshao finally regained his breath.

This time he didn't dare to shout casually.

He stared at Hong Kang seriously and asked, "Do you know where this place is?"

Hong Kang nodded and said: "I know, "Yanshenggong Mansion"~!"

Kong Wenshao said sternly: "Then you know, based on what you did today by breaking into the palace without permission, if I report it to the court, I can punish your three clans~!!"

Ha, when it comes to this scene, he still looks aloof.

Hong Kang's eyes flashed coldly.

His tone was cold: "The Master of the Kong family is indeed the contemporary "Shenggong Yan", with extraordinary righteousness and bravery! It's a pity that Hong's three clans are not in this world. If the Master of the Kong family wants to kill them, why don't I send the Master of the Kong family away?!"

Say it.

A breath as high as the sky and thicker than the earth fell suddenly on Kong Wenshao's body.

Kong Wenshao immediately felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on his body.

My whole body felt like my breathing was stagnant, and beads of sweat rolled down my face.

This heavy pressure lasted for three breaths before Hong Kang regained his momentum.

After the heavy pressure disappeared, Kong Wenshao gasped for air.

"Huchi...huchi..."

Kong Wenshao's eyes looked at Hong Kang, as if he were looking at a savage beast.

Hong Kang calmly found a chair to sit on, and poured himself a glass of water.

After Kong Wenshao realized the threat to him from the man in front of him, he took back his habitual and bossy attitude.

"Hong Shaojun, right?"

“I don’t know why you come here late at night??”

"If it's for money, Kong can give you ten thousand taels of silver; if it's for sex..."

Hong Kang interrupted: "Hong is not doing it for wealth and sex, but for your house's exclusive collection of books."

Kong Wenshao blurted out: "This is impossible!!"

As the "Shenggong Yan" and the head of the Confucius family, of course he knew how precious his collection of books was!

If it is an ordinary Confucian classic, if you borrow it, you will just borrow it.

But judging from this person's demeanor, it was obvious that he was not interested in the books that are available on the market.

"Um?!"

Facing Hong Kang's unkind gaze, Kong Wenshao swallowed his saliva.

Explained: "Although I am the head of the family, those exclusive collections of books are under the care of Dajijiu. It is okay for me to read them by myself, but outsiders..."

Hong Kang said leisurely: "I heard that your father was impeached by the Nanjing Ke Dao and was deposed as a commoner. The court ordered his younger brother, your second uncle Kong Hongtai, to ascend the throne."

"Although you are the head of the Kong family and you have taken over this title, if something happens to you, the title of "Shenggong Yan" may not necessarily be taken over by your son!"

"After all, your second uncle is still alive..."

There seemed to be a strange charm in Hong Kang's words, which made Kong Wenshao's thoughts keep thinking about what Hong Kang said, because Hong Kang used the secret technique [Huang Liang Yimeng].

Kong Wenshao's heart suddenly surged when he thought that the title of "Yanshenggong" might be lost from his own lineage and inherited by his second uncle's lineage.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Hong Kang smiled and said: "Aren't you afraid of that big sacrificial wine?!"

Kong Wenshao said in a sonorous voice: "He is the great sacrificial wine, but I am the head of the Kong family, the "Shenggong Yan" of this generation!!"

Hong Kang said: "The head of the Kong family was suddenly so happy that Hong couldn't believe it easily. So..."

Hong Kang took out a black pill from nowhere and popped it into Kong Wenshao's mouth.

Then the figure flashed and clasped Kong Wenshao's chin. Kong Wenshao's throat rumbled instinctively and he swallowed the black pill.

Kong Wenshao was shocked and said angrily: "What did you feed me?!"

Hong Kang smiled: "It's just a poison! In case you, Master Kong, have other thoughts, Master Kong, please go to Hong regularly to get the antidote. In this way, Hong can eat and sleep with peace of mind."

Kong Wenshao stared at Hong Kang: "You..."

"Of course, with the connections of the Kong family, the head of the Kong family must know many famous doctors and even be able to invite imperial doctors." Hong Kang said with a half-smile, "But Hong is confident in his pharmaceutical methods. The head of the Kong family might as well invite them. See

Let’s see if they can cure Hong’s medicine!?”

"If this medicine can be cured, Hong will leave immediately."

"In case Master Kong doesn't believe it, why don't Master Kong try this medicine first to see how effective it is."

Hong Kang said so.

He held his chin with one hand and tapped the table with the other hand, as if admiring his attack.

Kong Wenshao suddenly felt something strange in his body.

"Bang~bang~bang~!"

His heart suddenly began to beat faster.

Jump faster and faster! Jump faster and faster!!

It's like playing a drum.

The violent heartbeat made him feel a cramp. Kong Wenshao unconsciously pressed his chest, as if this could stop it.

But his heart was like a water pump, and his hands felt like they were about to be shaken open by the shock. Kong Wenshao felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"Hong Shaojun..."

He wanted to say, I didn’t say I didn’t believe it~!

But this sentence could never be said.

He pressed his chest with one hand, stretched out the other, and looked at Hong Kang pleadingly.

Upon seeing this, Hong Kang threw another black pill into Kong Wenshao's mouth. After a while, Kong Wenshao felt that his heart returned to normal.

Does the medicine work so quickly?!

After being manipulated by Hong Kang several times, Kong Wenshao already had a shadow on him in his heart.

But, he licked his lips.

Why do poison and antidote taste so similar?!

This must be to prevent others from distinguishing it after stealing it. If the taste is the same, the poison and the antidote cannot be distinguished, and others will not dare to use the medicine at will.

I can only watch my relatives and friends die.
To be continued...