"What do you want to do?" Zhu Ji's face tightened, and his right hand was tightly clenched on the handle of the knife.

"Is he Zhu Yi, the prince of the Chengguo Mansion?" Yang Muyun stared at the brocade-clothed boy behind Zhu Ji and asked.

"So what?" Zhu Ji took a step back with Zhu Yi in his arms.

"Is he the one who is going to marry Chen Siyu, the granddaughter of the Marquis of Ningyang?" Yang Muyun asked again.

"How do you know?" Zhu Ji's face showed a strange color, how could a foreigner who had just come to Beijing from the south know about this.

"I really feel worthless for Si Yu," Yang Muyun sighed: "It turns out that his future father-in-law is actually such an arrogant, lawless, vulgar and uneducated son. ”

"You know her?" Zhu Yi's pale face suddenly turned red, "How did you know her?" When you came to the capital, did you come specifically to find her? ”

"Boring, shameless" Yang Muyun glanced at him with contempt, and turned his gaze to Zhu Ji, "Are you Zhu Ji and Zhu Qianhu of the Jinyi Weibei Division?" ”

"How do you know about me?" Zhu Ji was stunned for a moment, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

"Henan Governor Yu Qianyu, who are you?" Yang Muyun asked.

"It's my father-in-law, do you know my father-in-law?" Zhu Ji was stunned.

"Lord Yu is an upright official and a decent person," Yang Muyun glanced at Zhu Yi hiding behind him in disgust, "As his son-in-law, how can you get involved with this kind of person?" ”

Zhu Ji was silent.

"Brother Zhu Ji, your martial arts are second to none in the entire Jinyi Weibei Division, quickly help this son take down this person." Zhu Yi egged behind him.

Yang Muyun snorted, stopped looking at the two of them, and turned around to leave.

With a snort, two figures flew down in front of Yang Muyun, blocking his way.

Yang Muyun fixed his eyes and saw that it was two Taoists in Tsing Yi, with a long sword behind their backs, and a Tai Chi Bagua diagram on their chests and backs.

"Yuanji, Yuanzhi," Zhu Yi was overjoyed when he saw the two, and pointed at Yang Muyun and said: "Two Dao Chiefs, this person came to my Chengguo Mansion to spread wilderness, not only to beat the subordinates of this Shizi, but also to beat this Shizi, you quickly take down this person." ”

A slightly older man with a beard under his chin flashed in his eyes, hugged his hands together to form a Taiji Yin and Yang seal, and waved his hand to Yang Muyun, opened his mouth and said: "The prince came to the Chengguo Mansion and didn't know why he hurt people?" ”

Yang Muyun saw that the two of them should be with Zhu Yi, and couldn't help but think of the Wudang Taoist Dong Xuanzi who fought with him in the Nandu Guose Pavilion, which was the helper invited by Xu Tianqi, the son of the Duke of Wei. I felt a wave of disgust in my heart, but I still arched my hand to the Taoist priest, "I came here unintentionally, and I am about to leave." He turned sideways and moved in a different direction.

The bearded Daoist shook his body, and stopped in front of Yang Muyun, he was very tall, and the tip of his nose was almost on Yang Muyun's eyebrows, "This son, if you hurt someone, pat your ass and leave, I'm afraid it can't be said!" ”

"How are you going?" Yang Muyun asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That's it," the bearded Taoist smiled slightly, "You go to the mansion with the poor road, and there are a lot of princes, you can make amends to him and ask for his forgiveness." ”

Yang Muyun sneered, and glanced at the bearded Taoist with disdain, "The Taoist chief said this, and he didn't dare to agree with it," he glanced at the two fierce dogs that were struggling on the ground as a monk of the Chengguo Mansion who fell to the ground and was humming, "If you are just a weak scholar below, I am afraid that you have already died in Huangquan by now, where can you still apologize?" The words changed, "Is the Taoist from the Wudang faction?" ”

Seeing him ask, the bearded Daoist was slightly stunned and said, "Exactly, is the son familiar with my Wudang sect?" ”

"It's not good to be acquainted," Yang Muyun hooked the corners of his mouth, "I have seen a person named Dong Xuanzi in Nandu......

"Uncle Dong Xuanzi?" The bearded Daoist's face was shocked, and his eyes became suspicious, "How do you know my Uncle Dongxuanzi?" ”

"That bullnose is your uncle?" Yang Muyun was secretly amused in his heart: "Do you people from the Wudang faction like to take care of the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles?" Then he said: "Dongxuanzi Daoist wanted to follow Xu Tianqi, the prince of the Wei State Mansion, and accidentally taught him a lesson, didn't he mention this matter to you?" ”

"Nonsense," the bearded Daoist looked solemn and scolded: "Uncle Dong Xuanzi is strong in martial arts, how can he take advantage of you?" You must be talking nonsense and ruining my uncle's reputation? ”

"Really? unbelief

Can you find him and ask? Yang Muyun's body moved a few feet sideways, and he walked with his legs raised.

"Do you think you're still gone?" The bearded Taoist sneered, his right arm grew violently, his five fingers became hooks, and he grabbed Yang Muyun's sleeve. As soon as he touched his arm, the bearded Taoist felt as if he had grabbed grease, and he didn't pull a piece of his clothes.

Then he only felt a numbness in the crook of his arm, and he had been poked by the other party in Qu Ze's acupoint. "Not good!" The bearded man jumped away in embarrassment.

Yang Muyun smiled and was about to leave, but another Taoist stopped in front of him again. He is younger than the bearded Taoist, but he is only twenty** years old, his face is white, but his skills are above the bearded Taoist.

"Are you going to stop me?" Yang Muyun sneered and said, "Do you think you are stronger than your Dongxuanzi uncle's martial arts?" ”

The white-faced Taoist didn't speak, and suddenly swung out his horizontal palm and buckled it towards his wrist, and the speed of the palm was much faster than that bearded Taoist man.

"It's kind of interesting." Yang Muyun flipped his palm, stretched out two fingers, poked at his elbow, the white-faced Taoist arm flashed, and grabbed his shoulder, who expected Yang Muyun's shoulder to shrink, and his fingers pointed at his chest...... The two of them quickly dismantled seven or eight moves in a row, and finally with a "bang" sound of their palms intersecting, the white-faced Taoist stood unsteadily, and took a few steps back before stopping his figure.

With a "choking" sound, the bearded Taoist pulled out his long sword and said to the white-faced Taoist: "Senior Brother Yuanzhi, let's go up together and trap him with the Liangyi Sword Array." ”

The white-faced Taoist snorted, stared at Yang Muyun intently, and slowly pulled out the long sword behind his back.

The two of them stepped on the gossip, and raised their long swords diagonally, one left and one right, and circled around Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun saw that the footwork of the two was rigorous, and he did not show the slightest flaw in his gestures, so he didn't dare to hold it up, and looked at the two of them intently with full strength.

The two Taoist priests didn't attack, they just circled around him, and they turned faster and faster.

"Looks like they're trying to mess me up and hit me again." Yang Muyun thought of this, so he stood quietly and motionless.

Although the bearded Daoist is a senior brother, his skills are worse than those of the white-faced Daoist, and after running for a while, he gradually became a little weak. Yang Muyun's eyes looked at him for a moment, and when he saw that his figure was slightly sluggish when he walked to the cadre position, he immediately seized the opportunity and suddenly rose up and punched him to the temple.

The bearded Taoist was secretly taken aback, and saw that the other party pounced on him like a rabbit, and stabbed him with a sword with a flick of his wrist. Yang Muyun saw that his swordsmanship was exquisite, and he secretly praised it in his heart, his body flashed, turned his fist into a palm, and cut it to his sword-holding wrist...... At this time, the white-faced Taoist also jumped up, raised his sword and stabbed Yang Muyun's vest.

With a crisp sound of "dang", the long swords of the two Daoists intersected, but Yang Muyun was nowhere to be seen.

The two of them secretly said that it was not good, and they turned around for half a circle, standing back to back, holding their swords in front of them. The wind above his head suddenly sounded, and Yang Muyun had already flown down, slapping his palms on the top of the two heads. The two of them hurriedly flew away, and pulled up two sword curtains to Yang Muyun's whole body......

The three figures came and went suddenly, and seven or eight moves had passed in just ten breaths.

"The Wudang disciple is really extraordinary," Yang Muyun said secretly: "Although these two people are not as good as that cave Xuanzi, but it is still very tricky to deal with them when they join forces to cast these two sword formations." His heart moved, and he rushed in one direction.

"Want to run?" The white-faced Taoist chased after him with his sword, and the bearded Taoist followed.

The three of them ran in the front two of them for a long time, the bearded Taoist suddenly felt a strong wind next to him, and looked sideways, Yang Muyun didn't know when he came to his side, and slashed at the back of his neck with his palm, he was taken aback, he didn't have time to stop his body, his waist twisted, and the sword backhanded Yang Muyun ...... the door "snap", his wrist was kicked by Yang Muyun's feet, and the long sword came out of his hand under the severe pain, Yang Muyun reached out to catch it, his body rotated, turned into his arms, and his elbow slammed into his chest......

The bearded Taoist opened his mouth in pain, but he couldn't exhale, and his body flew more than a foot away like a kite with a broken string, and then fell to the ground with a "plop".

The white-faced Taoist turned around in amazement, and Yang Muyun looked at him leisurely with a long sword in his hand, "You are the only one left, do you still want to fight me?" ”

Before the white-faced Taoist could speak, he only heard a burst of wild laughter, Yang Muyun followed the sound, and saw Zhu Yi leading a group of warriors in strong suits walking slowly towards him.

"Who said he's the only one left?" Zhu Yi snorted coldly: "Give it to me, catch him, and there will be a lot of rewards in this life." Everyone shouted, pulling out the various items they were carrying

's weapon, roaring towards Yang Muyun.

"Ah, it's not good," Yang Muyun's heart froze, and he turned around and took a big stride and ran. The white-faced Daoist stretched out the long sword in his hand, his body flew up, and a beautiful arc of light slashed in the air towards Yang Muyun, wanting to stop him.

"Get out" Yang Muyun shouted, flicked his left sleeve, and a black light flew towards the white-faced Taoist, who only felt a pain in his shoulder, his body stagnated, and he fell to the ground.

Yang Muyun didn't bother to look at him, and rushed past him, and behind him was a group of masters of the rivers and lakes with sharp weapons in their hands......

......

"What to do? This group of people has been in hot pursuit? Where are you going? Yang Muyun thought quickly as he ran, he didn't know how many streets and alleys he had run, but the group of people behind him were chasing after him like maggots on tarsal bones, which made him lose his mind for a while, it seems that Zhu Yi gave a death order to this group of people, and he must catch himself.

He had just crossed the mouth of an alley, when he saw seven or eight carts full of firewood and grass being pushed out of the alley, and the firewood and grass on the carts had been ignited, and a gust of wind was blowing, and the whole street was filled with smoke...... The group of warriors in strong suits who were chasing Yang Muyun stopped and coughed incessantly from the smoke. Yang Muyun was stunned, only to feel his wrist tightened, and he was dragged into a narrow alley.

Yang Muyun followed the man to the alley, and because he was following the man, he couldn't see his face, but felt that he was slender and had a big step.

He led Yang Muyun to the end of the alley, pushed open a courtyard door, ran inside, and ran until the backyard, where the slender man opened a back door and ran out of the back door.

As they ran, there were more and more people in front of them, and it seemed that they had reached a lively street market, and the two of them slowed down.

Yang Muyun carefully looked at the slender man who rescued him, and saw that he was about thirty years old, and his eyes were constantly turning, and he seemed to be extremely shrewd.

"This man seems to be familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere." Yang Muyun didn't have time to think, and hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, "Thank you for the rescue, I don't know the name of Engong?" ”

"You don't have to thank me," the slender man let out a long breath and smiled slightly, "It was my little boy who asked me to rescue you." ”

"Your little boy?" Yang Muyunqi said: "Where is he, why did he ask you to rescue me?" ”

"Wait until you see him and ask these words!" The lanky man laughed.

At this time, a carriage stopped beside the two of them, and the slender man led Yang Muyun into the carriage, and the wheels made a sound and headed north.

I don't know how far I went, but the carriage gradually stopped.

As soon as the curtain of the carriage was lifted, I saw the slender man smiling at Yang Muyun, "It's here, Young Master Yang, please get out of the car." ”

"How do you know my surname is Yang?" Yang Muyun said strangely.

The slender man didn't speak, turned and left.

Yang Muyun got out of the carriage and looked around, there was a restaurant in front of him, the plaque of the restaurant said "Qingyuan Building" three big characters, many people went in and out, it seemed that the business was very prosperous.

"Is that little boy in here?" Yang Muyun glanced at the slender man, he didn't say it, and Yang Muyun didn't want to ask again.

The two entered the restaurant one after the other, and the slender man led him to a single room in a remote corner on the third floor, standing at the door and making a gesture of invitation to Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun stepped forward and pushed the door in, and the slender man closed the door after he entered, still guarding the door.

......

The room inside is not big, but it is very quiet and elegant, the table has been set up with wine and food, a young man wearing an autumn-colored robe, wearing a Tang scarf, and an extremely handsome young man is sitting on the window seat, seeing Yang Muyun come in, his autumn-like eyes flickered, and he didn't get up, smiled at him, and pointed to the seat next to him, "Please sit!" ”

"Is that you?" Yang Muyun said in surprise. He was the little boy who bribed the staff of the Ministry of War, the Qing Officer, and the secretary of the Ministry of War, in order to steal the garrison map of the Beijing Division.

"We're meeting again, Director Yang...... No, it's time to call you Wairo-sama. The little boy smiled.

"How did you know my identity?" Yang Muyun's eyes rolled, "Did Mu Yunqing tell you?" ”