The author has something to say: the content of the previous chapter (chapter 51) has been revised, you can read it. And then...... Xiaomo is shamelessly writing again...... Revised tomorrow morning. If you read the text in the future, you won't have to read the duplicate one if you read yesterday's one today. I beg your pardon!

In early autumn, it is the season of chrysanthemums, and in a garden full of colorful and intricate varieties of chrysanthemums, Mu Wen, dressed in ink-colored robes and carrying a green shadow sword, walks side by side with a young man in soft armor and a long sword.

When Mu Wen and the young man walked around a rockery in front of them, what caught their eyes was an unsightly and terrifying sight.

In the blooming chrysanthemums, a man and a woman are lying, the man is prostrate on the woman, moving regularly, there is no need to be suspicious, they are doing that dirty thing!

Although Mu Wen and the man and woman were still lying five or six meters away, and the man's face happened to be covered by the surrounding flowers, but just seeing the back of the man's figure, Mu Wen clearly knew that the man was his master!!

However, before Mu Wen reacted, Mu Wen only felt that a black shadow was quickly shaking in front of him, and the next moment, the Blue Shadow Sword in Mu Wen's hand had been drawn out of its sheath, and then, with the sound of sharp weapons piercing into the flesh and bones, a stream of warm blood splashed on Mu Wen's face.

When Mu Wen reacted, the man who was walking side by side with Mu Wen and the woman lying in the chrysanthemum bush were both dead of anger, and both of them were killed by a sword through the heart without exception!

After a long time, Mu Wen finally looked at the man who was dressed in a gorgeous costume and stood next to the woman who had long since died, his eyes moved down, the Qingying Sword belonging to Mu Wen in the man's hand, the blade was still as bright as new, but on the path paved with bluestone slabs pointed to by the tip of the sword, there was a small pool of blood, which was made of blood dripping down the blade!

Suddenly, the Blue Shadow Sword was slowly raised. Mu Wen's gaze also slowly moved up with the Qingying Sword, and when the Qingying Sword stopped moving, Mu Wen's gaze just met Yan Ziming's line of sight, at that time. Yan Ziming's eyes were indifferent.

Looking at the Qingying Sword that was pointing directly at his throat, and then at the person who raised the sword, Mu Wen heard Yan Ziming's indifferent voice: "What did you see just now?"

His thoughts were broken, and Mu Wen, who was standing in front of the gray curtain, was shocked, and a chill began to rise on his back.

This happened two years ago. The psychological shadow caused to Mu Wen was so heavy that Mu Wen later sealed the Qingying Sword, which ranked thirteenth on the "Sword Spectrum", and replaced it with the three-foot Qingfeng that he was now using and was extremely ordinary, and could be seen everywhere in the sword market.

This is also the reason why Mu Wen felt terrified when he saw Yan Ziming leaning over Leng Qing!

"The subordinates didn't see anything!" replied Mu Wen with a trembling word. He swore he really didn't see anything! He just saw his master leaning over Miss Leng! It seems, as if he had seen Miss Leng with no clothes on......

"Really, haven't you seen anything?" In the inner room, Yan Ziming's voice was very soft, and Mu Wen, who was standing in front of the curtain door, could hardly hear what Yan Ziming was saying.

With white hands, Leng Qing put on his underwear, tied his belt, and sat up straight, Yan Ziming turned his head and said softly in the direction of the curtain door: "Come in!"

Enter...... Go in??Mu Wen felt that he was really frightened now! Master, he wouldn't be like he was two years ago!!

However, despite the fact that I felt frightened inside. Mu Wen still respectfully agreed, "Yes! Master!" Then, Mu Wen lifted the curtain in front of him and stepped into the inner room with a generous and righteous mood.

Putting down the curtain, Mu Wen lowered his eyes all the way to Yan Ziming's back, a trembling look, and Mu Wen held the scabbard of the left hand with a protruding green tendon, obviously using great strength, I don't know what he was nervous about.

Mu Wen will stand still behind Yan Ziming, and before Mu Wen can speak, Yan Ziming has already asked out loud: "You have already asked Ling'er to bring the news back, and you haven't let anyone see Ling'er!"

I heard Yan Ziming ask about it. Mu Wen hurriedly gathered his mind and replied with a straight look: "Yes, master." ”

Although Muwen's voice is the same as usual, it is deep in Muwen's heart. But there is still fear.

Nodding lightly, Yan Ziming wiped the sweat on his forehead for Leng Qing, and whispered word by word: "Ling'er is a red-feathered golden-tailed pigeon, its shape is similar to a pigeon, its body is larger than a pigeon, and there are three red feathers on the top of its head. Yucheng is white, its tail is golden, and it is the bird of the Tiancheng Continent that is rumored to be second to the mythical bird Phoenix. Since it is a bird second only to the sacred bird phoenix, its rarity and rarity can be seen.

It is rumored that the red feather gold-tailed pigeon flies very fast, thousands of miles away, only a cup of tea can be reached, and it is very psychic, can understand people's speech, so if the red feather gold-tailed pigeon is used as a messenger pigeon, any news is not afraid of delay. However, so far there are only a few articles about the records of the red feather gold-tailed pigeon, as for the training method of the red feather gold-tailed pigeon, there are only a few words, and so far there are very few people who have seen the red feather gold-tailed pigeon. ”

Hearing this, Mu Wen immediately understood the meaning of Yan Ziming's words, and then continued: "What the master said, his subordinates understand. So the subordinates went to the high mountain behind the village, and when they summoned Ling'er, the subordinates made sure that they were not seen by anyone. At this time, Ling'er should have already returned to Wang Quan's side. ”

"Hmm. Nodding lightly, Yan Ziming didn't speak again, and only wiped his sweat for Leng Qing by himself.

Yan Ziming stopped talking, and Mu Wen didn't know what to say, just like that, for a while, the room was quiet.

There is a small window open on the west wall, the light in the room is a little dim, and on the warm kang under the wall lies the unconscious Leng Qing, and Yan Ziming, who keeps wiping his sweat for Leng Qing, sits next to the warm kang, and stands trembling half a step behind Yan Ziming, who doesn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere...... This scene, as well as the quiet atmosphere, really seems very strange.

"Bang!!" The sudden sound of knocking on the door, in this strange atmosphere, is tantamount to the sound of nature, at least for Mu Wen at this time, it is a natural sound.

Accompanied by this heavenly sound of knocking on the door, it was the amiable voice of Aunt Liu: "Little boy, breakfast is ready, come to the hall to have some food and then take care of this little girl!"

"I know Auntie!" The one who answered Aunt Liu was Mu Wen, who had been silently speaking.

"Then hurry up! Otherwise, the food will be cold for a while, but it will be uncomfortable!" Outside the house, the sound of Aunt Liu's reminder came into the house, and then there was the sound of light footsteps leaving.

Raising his eyes and secretly glanced at Yan Ziming, who was facing away from him, he hesitated again and again, but Mu Wen still spoke: "Master, go and have some breakfast and then take care of Miss Leng! Master, you have been sleepless all night, this morning I heard that Miss Leng fell ill, and she has been taking care of Miss Leng until now without even changing her wet clothes, and the heat poison in your body has not yet dissipated, and I don't know if the cold poison will attack, if you don't eat some breakfast, you will not be able to bear it!"

Fear is fear, but as a subordinate, Mu Wen will never turn a blind eye to Yan Ziming, who is the master.

"No need, you can go by yourself!" With a faint sentence, Yan Ziming lightly dismissed Muwen's suggestion.

"Master ......" Mu Wen seemed to want to say something more, but Yan Ziming didn't let Mu Wen continue, he interrupted what Mu Wen wanted to say decisively: "Mu Wen, instead of standing here trembling and not daring to speak, it's better to go and eat with those two old people to relax!"

Hearing this, Mu Wen was silent for a long time, and finally replied: "Yes, master!"

"Muwen, put down the sword in your hand and go again! This is not the scabbard made of dark iron of your Qingying Sword, if you continue to hold it hard, this scabbard is afraid that it will break. Just as Mu Wen turned around and was about to leave, Yan Zi, who was still wiping Leng Qing's sweat, suddenly said something like this.

In this world, perhaps the most frightening thing is not death, but that there is a person who can see you through, and 200 percent of it! Because in front of such a person, you will never have secrets. For example, at this moment-

Hearing this, Mu Wen suddenly stopped, looked down at his three-foot Qingfeng who never left his body, and it was only at this time that Mu Wen noticed that the left hand of his sword was already protruding from the back of his hand because he was too hard!

After being stunned for a moment, Mu Wen finally turned around and put the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand on the table opposite the warm kang, and then silently withdrew from the room where Leng Qing lived.

When Mu Wen walked out of the door of the outhouse and stood in this simple small courtyard, looking up at the blue sky, Mu Wen finally exhaled deeply, and his heart that had been hanging for a long time finally fell to the ground.

Looking down at his empty left hand, Mu Wen couldn't help but sigh in his heart: His master really saw him very thoroughly! It is very good to have such a master, because he knows your thoughts, and at the same time it is also terrifying, because he knows your thoughts, which will make you dare not even have the slightest rebellious mind!

Clenching his left hand suddenly, Mu Wen walked towards the hall of Old Man Liu's house. However, he will never have the slightest rebellious mind against Yan Ziming!!

When Mu Wen stepped into the door of Uncle Liu's house, Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu were already sitting at the dining table waiting. Xiao can see clearly at a glance that on the small square table, there are three kinds of meat dishes like vegetarian dishes, four pairs of dishes and chopsticks are placed on the four sides of the square table, and there is white rice porridge in the bowl.

Aunt Liu, who was originally picking up her rice bowl and preparing to eat, saw that only Muwen was coming alone, so she asked aloud: "Why are you here alone? What about that little boy surnamed Yan? Isn't he hungry?"

Trying to pull out a faint smile, Mu Wen walked to the table, sat down on the vacant seat opposite Aunt Liu, looked at Aunt Liu who was asking, Mu Wen replied gently: "My son-in-law is not worried about Miss Leng and refuses to leave, (to be continued.) )