"This officer is in the military department, how can he carry a blade at all times?" Yang Muyun smiled slightly, "It's just fun, why take it seriously?" ”

"Then don't regret it." Qi Feng shrugged his eyebrows and said with a sneer.

"Yang Muyun," Cui Rou hesitated slightly, but still called him.

"What's the matter with Miss Cuirou?" Yang Muyun looked back in surprise.

"Then" Cui Roujiao shouted, her sleeves flicked, and a cold light flew towards Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun stretched out his hand to take it, and his hand was a long sword with a glittering blue light.

"Pretending to be the same as the real thing," Cui Rou said coquettishly: "Empty hands and Qi Feng have made moves, are you afraid of a long life?" ”

"Thank you, Miss Cuirou." Yang Muyun arched his hand at him and smiled faintly.

"Are you two done?" Qi Feng interjected.

"Brother Qi brought me here just to fight me?" Yang Muyun held the hilt of the sword in his hand and circled a beautiful sword arc and said with a smile.

"You must have a lot of questions in mind, right?" The corners of Qi Feng's mouth curled slightly, "If you win against me, I will tell you everything and let you dispose of it." ”

"Really?" Yang Muyun glanced at the scarlet-clad masked woman sitting in the middle of the hall.

Qi Feng stopped talking, his hands behind his back moved, and he moved in front of Yang Muyun in an instant.

Yang Muyun's wrist flicked, and the long sword in his hand slashed diagonally towards him.

The sword light swept everywhere, only the sound of breaking wind was heard, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

Yang Muyun's figure quickly moved to the side, and with a swing of the long sword, it swept behind him like mercury, and with a crisp sound of blade strikes, a figure flew up and jumped up.

Qi Feng, who was in mid-air, shook his sleeves, and a few cold stars suddenly flew towards Yang Muyun's body in several key points.

Yang Muyun stepped on the cloud step, and where the long sword waved, there were a few crisp sounds, and the flying hidden weapons were knocked away by the sword blade one by one......

......

"You said Mei'er was once restrained by this person?" The scarlet-clad masked woman looked at the two people fighting in the field and asked Qiao Ziliang beside her.

"Yes, Master," Qiao Ziliang explained, "but at that time, Senior Sister was caught off guard and caught him in the way. ”

"Caught off guard?" The masked woman in scarlet clothes teased: "It is also his ability to catch the four of you off guard." ”

Qiao Ziliang's face flushed, and he didn't know how to answer.

"He was still injured, wasn't he?" The scarlet-clad masked woman didn't notice his embarrassment and continued to ask.

"Yes...... Yes......" Qiao Ziliang replied with some surprise.

"Mei'er, this child is arrogant, she has never suffered such a loss, no wonder she is always unhappy." The scarlet-clad masked woman sighed softly.

"Senior sister hates this surnamed Yang to death in her heart, if she is here, she will definitely be more ruthless than Qi Feng." Qiao Ziliang looked at the field, the two of them were getting faster and faster, and they were getting more and more aggressive at each other.

"Do you think Mei'er hates Yang Muyun?" The scarlet-clad masked woman glanced at Qiao Ziliang.

"Isn't it?" Qiao Ziliangqi said: "When we returned to Beijing from Luzhou, she also secretly went to find Yang Muyun......"

"He hates you," the scarlet-clad masked woman had a hint of ridicule in her eyes, "A few big men can't protect a little junior sister's thoughtfulness, what do you think she will think of you?" ”

Qiao Ziliang's face turned even redder, and his eyes looked to the side.

"So she vented all her inner dissatisfaction and resentment on Yang Muyun alone," the scarlet-clad masked woman continued: "With your resourcefulness, Leng Yifei's calmness, and Agoura's might, there will be such omissions, and even being a teacher feels a little incredible." ”

Qiao Ziliang could only listen, although the voice of the scarlet-clad masked woman was not high, it made him feel more uncomfortable than a sharp reprimand.

At this time, the two of them fought more and more quickly, only to see Qi Feng's robe sleeves wave, a disc-shaped object like a meteor catching the moon swirled towards Yang Muyun's waist, Yang Muyun dodged and avoided, before he stabilized his body, only listened to the strong wind behind him, and looked sideways, the disc-shaped object turned around at a faster speed. Yang Muyun was caught off guard and swung his sword to meet him, and with a sound of "", he only felt a sharp shock in the tiger's mouth, and the long sword almost came out of his hand. After the collision, the object flew back into Qi Feng's hands......

"Which of the two do you think will win?" The masked woman in scarlet changed the subject.

"Hmm......" Qiao Ziliang stared at it for a while, and when he saw that Qi Feng was gradually gaining the upper hand, he said, "It seems that Senior Brother Qi has gradually controlled the situation." ”

"If Yang Muyun had this ability, the scene in Luzhou would not have appeared," the scarlet-clad masked woman sneered, and a pair of charming ** eyes narrowed slightly, "Looking at this situation, Qi Feng may not be able to hold out for ten moves." ”

"Ten moves? How so? Qiao Ziliang said in surprise, his eyes fixed on the field.

The sword in Yang Muyun's hand is a woman's personal sword, and the weight is a little light, so it is not easy to use. He also rarely uses a sword, but mostly because it is heavier and more powerful to use. Since leaving Huzhou, Yang Muyun has not had a special weapon on his body, which also makes him sometimes unable to exert the greatest energy in martial arts when he meets a master.

Qi Feng, on the other hand, was already familiar with every weapon he used, and as a person who specialized in martial arts, his weapons were never left for a moment.

After a period of scrambling, Yang Muyun found that the weapon he used was a pair of round gears, and the outer edge of the gear was a circle of sharp serrations, like the teeth of a beast, waiting for the opportunity to choose people to eat.

The gears and the long sword were mixed together again, Qi Feng flipped upside down in the air, and with a flick of his cuffs, countless cold stars flew towards Yang Muyun's whole body like flying flowers all over the sky.

Yang Muyun was short, and his coat quickly faded off his body and flicked upward, like an open pocket covering the sky full of flying flowers.

"It's over!" The corners of Qi Feng's mouth hooked up a sneer, a pair of gears had already come out of his hand, one left and one right, and slashed at Yang Muyun who was standing behind his clothes in two huge arcs, everything in front of him had obscured his vision, and it was bound to be difficult for him to dodge this double round of slashing.

There was a loud bang, and Qi Feng's smile froze for a moment, and then he felt a sharp object against his back.

"It's over......" This was what he said just now, but now it came out of the mouth of another person, and that person was Yang Muyun.

Qi Feng's face was like ashes, the victory and defeat were already known, and everything was really over.

The long sword in Yang Muyun's hand was lightly placed on his back, and then he retracted his sword and stood aside.

Qi Feng looked at the scarlet-clad masked woman sitting in the chair uneasily, and the master's eyes were as calm as water, without the slightest hint of anger.

"You've lost, go down!" The masked woman in the scarlet dress said lightly.

Qi Feng retreated gloomily into his queue.

Yang Muyun glanced at the masked woman in scarlet clothes and walked quickly towards Cuirou.

"Miss Cuirou, thank you for the sword." Yang Muyun held the long sword in his hand, bowed his waist slightly, and handed it to Cuirou.

Cui Rou stretched out her hand to take it and smiled playfully, "You won the battle, how can you thank me?" ”

Yang Muyun was stunned and speechless for a while.

"Cuirou" The masked woman in scarlet clothes spoke, "You take Yang Muyun down to change his clothes, and then lead him to the inner hall." ”

"Yes, Master." Cui Rou responded, a pair of beautiful big eyes winked at Yang Muyun, "You come with me." ”

Cui Rou changed Yang Muyun into an autumn-colored robe, untied his hairband, and combed his hair again.

"I didn't expect you to know martial arts, and your martial arts are so high!" Yang Muyun sighed.

"If you don't know martial arts, how can you protect the princess?" Cui Rou shrugged Xiao Yao and smiled.

"Is it really your master sitting there?" Yang Muyun asked.

"You don't believe it?" Cui Rou's long eyelashes flickered a few times, "Don't look at you defeating Qi Feng, in front of my master, ten of you plus one is not her opponent." ”

"I believe this," Yang Muyun said, "She looks so young, not much older than you." ”

"You haven't seen Master's appearance, how do you know if she's young or old?" Cui Rou Qi said.

"Although she was masked, her voice, her eyes, her mannerisms, and her graceful posture would never look more than twenty years old." Yang Muyun said.

"Tut-tut" Cui Rou glanced at him, pouted and said, "You men, you are always not so honest when you look at women. ”

"Miss Cuirou smiled," Yang Muyun's face flushed slightly, "I respect the girl very much."

Heavy. ”

"I won't laugh with you," Cui Rou patted him on the shoulder when she saw him dressed up, "Come with me, if it's too late, I'm afraid the master will blame me." ”

"By the way, who is your master? Where is this? Why did she send someone to lure me here? "Yang Muyun has a lot of questions to ask.

"You're asking too many questions," Cui Rou glanced at him, "these are questions when you meet my master, and she will answer you." ”

Cui Rou led him to a very elegantly furnished hall and retreated.

Yang Muyun stood in the hall, glanced around, the windows of the entire Xuan Hall were bright and clean, and they were spotlessly clean, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and the red candles illuminated the room.

There were still some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around him, and Yang Muyun stepped forward and admired the handwriting on a hanging sticker with great interest.

"Well, the handwriting is quite delicate, and at first glance it is from a woman's handwriting," Yang Muyun nodded, looking carefully, "Yang Muyun, born in Xuande for seven years, from Huzhou Mansion, ......" Reading and reading, his face couldn't help but change, what was written on it was actually his deeds, and then look at it, what did he do in a certain year, when did he join Jinyiwei, how did he come to Nandu Nanzhen Fusi, and what big cases were solved, one by one, I remember it clearly...... Then he looked back, and wrote until he entered the Beijing division and was appointed by the emperor to work as an errand in the military department. The inscription reads: "Message to the master of Zhai on the second day of the ninth month of the twelfth year of orthodoxy." ”

"Isn't it the second day of September?" Yang Muyun looked at the handwriting again, the ink was moist and bright, and it should have not been written for a long time.

"Is everything written on this correct?" Suddenly, a woman's voice floated behind him.

Yang Muyun's body shook violently, and suddenly he looked back, and a masked beauty came behind him silently at some point.

"Is this person a ghost, he actually came behind the person without warning, if it was a knife in the back......" Yang Muyun's forehead couldn't help but ooze sweat, his martial arts were not weak, and he didn't even notice the other party's voice, which shows that this woman's martial arts are unfathomable.

She is the scarlet masked woman in the martial arts hall, and now she has changed her outfit, a pale yellow cloud smoke shirt embroidered with elegant orchids, a yellow antique pattern double butterfly cloud-shaped thousand water skirt that mops the floor, holding a Bixia Luo peony mist veil, revealing a long and graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone, three thousand green silk tied up with a hairband, a butterfly hairpin on her head, a light yellow gauze scarf on her face, and her charming eyes are shining and sultry.

"You...... Are you ......" Yang Muyun was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

"You're also a person who has read books, so you, your name?" The masked woman gave her a disgusted look.

"What shall I call her?" Yang Muyun's heart was telephonic, "Call the girl?" No, the identity is unknown, so it may not be appropriate to call it so; Call sister? What's even more inappropriate, after all, she is Leng Yifei and Lin Meier's master...... That's right," Yang Muyun bowed respectfully to her, "Junior Yang Muyun greets seniors." ”

"You're pretty good," the masked woman glared at him, "you must be afraid that I'll stab you in the back, right?" ”

"She can actually read people's hearts," Yang Muyun's heart tightened, and he smiled unnaturally on his face, "The senior said that he was laughing." ”

The masked woman sat down on an official hat chair against the wall with a graceful and feminine gait, and Slender Jade pointed to another chair next to the coffee table and said, "Sit down." ”

"You are a senior," Yang Muyun's eyes turned downward slightly, "It's good for the junior to stand here." ”

The masked woman saw the slight chin mantis, "Yang Gongzi's art is amazing, it's really impressive," her voice paused slightly, "Your master...... How are they now? ”

"Senior knows my master?" Yang Muyun looked up at her with a look of surprise, her watery eyes revealed a hint of softness and gentleness, and she replied honestly: "Don't hide it from the seniors, the juniors haven't seen my master for a long time, and the juniors don't know the exact situation of the master now." ”

"How long have you been learning martial arts from your master?" The masked woman asked.

"The junior met Master when he was twelve years old, and it has been three full years now." Yang Muyun replied.

"He can reach this point in three years, he is a good means," the masked woman sighed leisurely, "Every disciple around me has been practicing martial arts since childhood, more than ten years, less than seven or eight years, and no one has progressed as fast as you in three years." ”