Zhang Zhitian looked up at the starry starlight, stabbed the drunken Mu Qingcheng beside him, and said, "Didn't you say that the rich man here has a treasure in his family? Let's act tonight!" Mu Qingcheng, whose face was ruddy, suddenly disappeared a little, his eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands and said, "Okay! I'll go eat some sobering soup, and I'll leave after dark." ”

The twilight was hidden, the moon hung high on the willow trees, and the cold wind was blowing, and there was no direction, sometimes left and sometimes right.

Two black shadows moved in the shadows of the pavilion and the wall, and the tall man in black pulled off his mask and said softly: "We have bypassed more than a dozen patrols, the baby is in the basement of that study, and now there are people inside, let's dress up in disguise, no, clothes。。。。。。 The patrolling soldier walked past close by, and the two of them quickly held their breath and fell deep, hidden by the dense grass on the side of the path. The two are Zhang Zhitian and Mu Qingcheng.

Two people dressed as servants, one with a lantern and the other with a birdcage containing a rare canary, knocked on the door lightly and said, "Master, the eldest lady has sent a rare canary over, I want you to see it." "The lights flickered in the room, and there was a faint coughing and wheezing," Xiaoqing opened the door and let them in. The door opened, a young man in short sleeves, medium height, shirtless and open-chested, Zhang Zhitian and Mu Qingcheng followed Xiaoqing into the room, Zhang Zhitian stared at Xiaoqing, felt that Xiaoqing was unusual, and did not dare to make a move easily, and signaled Mu Qingcheng to implement the second plan with the unique code of the two. When Mu Qingcheng received the signal, he immediately fell down naturally, and threw half of the incense into the corner in the chaos. Zhang Zhitian stared at Xiaoqing's back, Xiaoqing heard the sound, turned around and said, "What sound?" Mu Qingcheng fell to the ground, and the birdcage fell into the distance. Zhang Zhitian saw the rickety old man flipping the pages under the light through the bed curtain, and then his body trembled, and there was a coughing and wheezing, and the coughing and wheezing gradually stopped, Mu Qingcheng also quickly packed up the birdcage and stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, my lord。。。。。。。。 Before Mu Qingcheng finished speaking, Zhang Zhitian heard a weak voice and was surprised. "Xiaoqing, kill them, they are not from our house. ”

Zhang Zhitian felt that there was danger, rolled on the spot, a sharp knife cut the side of the neck, oozing wisps of blood, Zhang Zhitian touched the blood on the neck, looked at it, and said, "Yes, you are an opponent." "Tear off the coat of the servant outside, pull out the Xiufeng sword, and transport the family heirloom Xuanshan swordsmanship, the swordsmanship is ethereal, fast as thunder, heavy as Mount Tai, stepping on the lost step, out of nowhere. Xiao Qing fought and retreated, trying his best to parry, and from time to time through the attack of Xiufeng's sword, he stabbed a sword like a poisonous snake at a tricky angle. Suddenly, Xiaoqing disappeared into the shadows of the curtains, and disappeared, becoming one with the darkness. There was a trace of blood on Zhang Zhitian's sword, which was Xiaoqing's blood. Zhang Zhitian easily cut through the thin curtain with a sword, and the shadow disappeared under the light of the candlelight, but there was no trace of Xiaoqing, only to see a rickety old man with white hair, and an indifferent expression flipped through a yellowed book. Zhang Zhitian's heart was not good, he stepped on the lost steps, shifted his shape, hid aside, and sure enough, a white steel knife slashed fiercely, there was no sound of wind, no sharp sound of the knife cutting through the air, everything was so without warning. Zhang Zhitian avoided it dangerously, but Xiaoqing's knife technique entered the turbulent sea, the momentum was fierce and continuous, one move after another, like a stormy wave. Zhang Zhitian, who lost the opportunity, only had the power to parry, and had no power to fight back.

Zhang Zhitian wandered while fighting, and began to defend with all his might, and the sword dance did not leak, so that Xiaoqing had no chance to take advantage of it. After eighteen moves, Xiaoqing's knife weakened, and Zhang Zhitian took advantage of the time to counterattack, his nerves tensed, and he swung each sword intently, responding meticulously. Zhang Zhitian struggled little by little to get back the lead, and a set of Xuanshan swordsmanship was urgent and ruthless, not giving the opponent the slightest respite. From a series of behaviors just now, Zhang Zhitian understood that Xiaoqing was a clever killer, good at assassinating in the dark, and he was slightly better at fighting in the open, so he secretly decided not to give Xiaoqing a chance.

Zhang Zhitian's sword was pressing step by step, inseparable, entangled around Xiaoqing's body, and suddenly stabbed out seven swords at an unprecedented peak speed, Xiaoqing was overwhelmed, trying his best to parry, suddenly, Zhang Zhitian let go of Xiufeng's sword, Xiaoqing blocked Xiufeng's sword's attack due to inertia, revealing a flaw, and was hit in the chest by Zhang Zhitian with a palm, flying back a few meters, and smashed on a sandalwood table, and the table was torn apart. Zhang Zhitian hurriedly stepped forward and swung the Xiufeng sword, stabbing at Xiaoqing, and suddenly a copper coin with a round square hole hit the tip of the Xiufeng sword, and the Xiufeng sword was knocked away, and the copper coin sank into the wall. The rickety old man let out a violent coughing sound, panting: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!" Another coin was struck, Zhang Zhitian dodged urgently, and it hit his left arm, and a piercing pain came from his arm. The old man in the gray old robe, with a flick of his hand, a handful of copper coins flew out, firmly locking on Zhang Zhitian, Zhang Zhitian took a lost step early, and several copper coins still hit the chest, ribs, thighs and other places, and hurriedly retreated with a lost step, unloading some strength, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his internal organs were seriously injured.

The old man still lowered his head, buried his head in the yellowed book, did not look at it, and said, "Get out!"

Zhang Zhitian didn't pay attention, Mu Qingcheng came out of nowhere, stood up and walked to the rickety old man, and laughed: "Old man, I know your physical condition too well, do you still make a move?" A copper coin flew out, and Mu Qingcheng used his arm to resist the vital point without hesitation, and did not dodge. The old man finally coughed loudly, and spat blood out of his mouth and laid on the yellowed book. Mu Qingcheng picked up Xiaoqing's knife with a knife, cut off the old man's head with a knife, and laughed madly regardless of his image.

After a cup of tea, Mu Qingcheng lifted the old man's coat, revealing a thin coat like cicada wings, crystal clear, delicate and gorgeous. Mu Qingcheng held this thin coat in his hand and handed it to Zhang Zhitian, and said: "This is the thorn armor, the treasure of the body, worn on the body from cold and heat, invulnerable, can be relieved of force, the damage of internal force, this clothing will be a kind of poison." ”

Zhang Zhitian put it away, put it on his body, and the two of them supported each other, and left quietly, disappearing into the night.