On Mantou Mountain, the ghost disciples they met were the first to cry wolf, and they were extremely ugly one by one, and they were scared to death in the middle of the night.

On that day, the eighteen black-clothed guards of the thirteenth prince almost died at the hands of the disciples of the ghost gate, and the few people who survived by luck were afraid of the ghost gate, and these dozen or so newly recruited black-clothed guards had also heard of the ghost gate, and they were all disturbed by the ghost cry and covered their ears one after another.

Shen Yunqing heard this ghost crying sound, his eyes became more and more bewitching, he felt irritable inexplicably, he felt a splitting headache, this voice was like a nightmare, strange and familiar.

Whining...... Woohoo......

The ghost sound in his ears was terrible, Shen Yunqing subconsciously abandoned the sword, and suddenly his figure swept away and rushed out of the door.

Before he could fight with Yang Wei, he was scared away, what's the matter, Murong Hao thought that this Shen Gongzi was a master, but he turned out to be a coward.

"Brother Shen." Murong Qingran knew that Shen Yunqing was not such a person, but this strange behavior made her unable to explain, she was so anxious to call him behind, but Shen Yunqing didn't hear her calling him at all, and disappeared after a while.

The thirteenth prince was stunned.

The brown man also looked confused.

Woo wow, Murong Zhen saw Yang Wei's ugly face, and screamed in fright.

Murong He also let him cry, and didn't coax him like usual, all the disciples of the Ghost Sect were so ugly, it would be good to get used to it, his son couldn't be so cowardly.

After Yu Tong got up, he ordered the yacha with bows and crossbows in their hands to step forward and shouted, "Murong He, just capture it, today, you can't escape!" ”

Both inside and outside the Hou Mansion were surrounded, relying on just one Yang Wei, Murong He really couldn't escape, and he still held Murong Zhen in his hand, unless he abandoned his son, there was still some hope to escape.

"I can't imagine that I will be in collusion with the ghost gate." The Thirteenth Prince was not affected by Yang Wei's ghost cry in the slightest, he handed over Murong Qingran to Yu Tongju for protection, and he held a sword with the brown-clothed boy and approached Murong He.

The brown-clothed boy said, "Yes, it's really unthinkable that Jiyang Hou actually hid another face." I heard that the ghost gate is notoriously ferocious in the martial arts, and it is hunted down by the righteous path of the martial arts. ”

"Okay, let's try to see who captures Murong He alive first!" As soon as the thirteenth prince's voice fell, his sword flashed, and the whole person rose into the air.

The boy in brown did not show weakness, silently recited the mantra, took off his long sword, and flew straight to Murong He.

"They are all Taoist disciples!" Yang Wei has seen the martial arts of the boy in brown, and now he understands why this son did not kill him completely, those so-called famous and righteous people, they all like to use Taoism to transform people, and rarely kill people, unless they are extremely vicious, for them, killing one is not as good as probation, and probationing a person is a great increase in their cultivation, phew, a group of hypocrites.

"If you want to kill Master Hou, pass me first." Yang Wei led the remaining minions to resist.

But he saw a flash of sword light, and a white figure swept past him, so fast that he couldn't see it clearly.

"An end disciple of the ghost sect dares to come out and do evil, hehe."

The brown-clothed boy sneered, and followed the white figure to attack Murong He.

After that, Yang Wei had already fallen to the ground and was captured by the yacha.

Murong He hugged Murong Zhen in his arms, and he couldn't parry it at all, and he was facing two Taoist disciples with strong martial arts skills, the Thirteenth Prince and the Brown Clothed Son, and he was captured without a few moves.

"Admit it." The brown man put away his sword.

The thirteenth prince's face was cold, "Forgive me for not being able to do anything to a child." ”

The thirteenth prince made a move this time, and the sword just pointed at Murong Zhen, and at that time, the thirteenth prince hesitated, so he let the brown boy get the first opportunity. The brown boy looked stern, "Lord, we said okay, if you lose, you will go back to Beijing with me." ”

"Is this what the emperor meant?" When I returned to Beijing, I was afraid that he would die on the way back to Beijing.

The brown-clothed boy said sincerely, "This is what my brother meant, the new emperor ascended the throne, the prince did not show up for a long time, he was afraid of gossip, and he was unstable with the government." ”

"Chun'anhou is really worried about the country and the people." The Thirteenth Prince said sarcastically.

The brown-clothed boy was not angry, but he muttered in his heart, saying that Qi Shan's palm is like a fairy coming to the world, and he is not angry or arguing with others, why Zhao Run, this kid, has followed Qi Zhangmen to cultivate for so many years, and his temperament has not changed.

The thirteenth prince and the brown-clothed boy came over one after the other, and Yu Tongju respectfully stepped back.

"Miss Murong, we're meeting again." Calling Murong Qingran Miss Murong is not Miss Murong of the Dengzhou Mu family, but Miss Murong of the Murong family, as soon as the boy in brown shouts like this, Murong Qingran knows that he recognizes her.

Also, although it is only a one-sided relationship, her appearance has not changed.

Murong Qingran recognized this brown-clothed boy, who was Liang Jingduan, the cousin of Liang County Ling, whom she saw in the Pingyin County Ya.

Murong Qing dye his chin, "Young Master Liang." ”

The people who know Zhao Thirteen are either rich or noble, and Murong Qingran also heard the Thirteen Princes say that Chun'an Hou is Liang Jingduan's brother, so isn't this Liang Jingduan Liang Chen, one of the three disciples of Du Yanshe. Liang Chen is his name, and Jing Duan is just his word. Thinking about it like this, Murong Qingran figured out why in Pingyin County, Liang Jingduan dared to make Liang Jinda feel heartbroken about that nerdy county, and scolded him harshly, it turned out that he was from the Liang family in Bianzhou, and the nerdy county order was incompetent and cowardly, and it was the entire Chun'an Hou Mansion that was disgraced and lost, not just him.

Speaking of the Chun'an Marquis Mansion in Bianzhou, it is a descendant of the former dynasty, although the world has changed hands for more than 100 years, but the Liang family is still treated well, the Marquis of Chun'an, and the descendants are hereditary. In comparison, their Murong Hou Mansion, a small state and county candidate, compared with the truly noble Chun'an Hou Mansion, it is the difference between cloud and mud.

was also from a princely family, and when he saw Liang Jingduan, Murong Qingran knew where the gap was.

"Murong Qingran, what do you know him for?" The thirteenth prince said with a cold face, "The people of their Liang family are the most troublesome. ”

Liang Jingduan shook his head helplessly.

"Zhao Thirteen, you're injured." Murong Qingran saw that a cut was made on the arm of the thirteenth prince, and hurriedly took out the gold sore medicine, the thirteenth prince had always had a sense of fear in his heart for the medicine bottle he took out of her body, and waved his hand again and again, "A little injury can't kill anyone." "Being tossed to death by your medicine is the most wronged, the thirteenth prince secretly added in his heart.

"Uncle Xiao, it's okay if you're fine, it's the nephew who doesn't protect you effectively, and the nephew is guilty." Xiao Yan covered his chest, ran to the thirteenth prince, hugged his thighs, and cried.

Murong Hao rolled his eyes, shameless, shameless, he was asking his master for merit again, ready to ask for silver.

"Master, it's okay if you're fine, it's your subordinates who didn't protect you effectively, and you were injured, and your subordinates are guilty." Murong Hao dragged Ruan's knife and hugged the other thigh of the Thirteenth Prince.

The thirteenth prince had a dark face.