Yang Muyun snatched the knife in the hands of Eritu and Hai Limu, slashed through two sharp arcs in the air, and slashed towards Feng Wuji like lightning, and the two sharp blades went up and down, covering the opponent's whole body, which was bound to make him kill the knife immediately. This all-out blow like wind and thunder, very few people in the world can dodge, but Feng Wuji is one of these very few people.

The double knife slashed, thunderous, but what could be broken was only the shadow of the other party, Yang Muyun's heart sank, but he also showed a little relief, "He said, Qi'er and I live for a ......" The corner of his eye flickered, and a black light slashed towards the side of his neck, and he couldn't dodge anymore.

Seeing that Yang Muyun was about to die under the Wind Wuji Knife, Yuan Qi'er's heart hung in her throat, tears welled up in her eyes, and she almost had to stop breathing......

"Shh......h Yang Muyun's pupils contracted suddenly, and Feng Wuji's knife actually swung away.

A middle-aged scribe of about fifty years old, with a clear appearance and a handsome appearance, came to everyone quietly, he did not look too old, but his silver hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he wore an azure robe on his body, which made his whole figure look long.

"It was he who saved my official...... Yuan Qi'er's heart was relaxed, her eyes looked at the middle-aged scribe, and tears flowed down her jade cheeks unconsciously, which were tears of joy.

Yang Muyun's eyes widened, a shocked look appeared on his face, his mouth opened unconsciously, the words "Master......" were very light, and no one heard them except himself.

The middle-aged scribe nodded at him and smiled slightly.

Yang Muyun froze there, with mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't know what to say for a while, he hadn't seen his master for several months, and he didn't know where he went, but he didn't expect to meet here, and it was he who saved himself......

"Official......" Yuan Qi'er stepped forward and held his hand, both of them had cold hands, and their palms were cold sweat, "Do you know him?" ”

"Hmm." Yang Muyun nodded, still staring at the middle-aged scribe, and suddenly shook his head again.

"This is a good and elegant predecessor, and I can't see the appearance of martial arts at all" Yuan Qi'er followed his gaze, and his heart gradually relaxed, "His martial arts seem to be even more powerful than this Feng Wuji, and he helped us, with him here, there is no need to be afraid of Feng Wuji, a wicked person." ”

The middle-aged scribe neither looked at Yang Muyun nor Feng Wuji, and slowly walked towards the gray-clothed monk.

"The child meets his father." When the middle-aged scribe walked three feet in front of the gray-clothed monk, he slowly knelt down.

"That's it," the gray-clothed monk sighed, "no matter where the poor monk is, he can't avoid your evil obstacle." ”

"It is a child's sin to make a father suffer for many days." The middle-aged scribe said.

"No wonder I think this old monk is familiar, it turns out that he is my master's father," Yang Muyun suddenly thought in his heart, "The two of them really look very similar," looked at Feng Wuji, and saw him standing there very respectfully, no longer looking at himself, "He calls the old monk the old master, then my master is his master?" He suddenly felt his hand tighten, and looked at it in surprise, only to see Yuan Qi'er's face become nervous again, "It turns out that they are a gang......"

The middle-aged scribe respectfully kowtowed to the gray-clothed monk three times, and then stood up, "Father, please go back with the child!" ”

"The poor monk is already an outsider, and he no longer cares about the world," the gray-clothed monk said: "If you still have old feelings in your heart, don't disturb the poor monk's cultivation anymore." ”

"Father," said the middle-aged scribe with a calm expression, "do you really think you can cut it off with the past?" The imprint left by the great ancestor on you and me can never be removed, and it can not be avoided by saying that you have escaped into the empty door, otherwise how can you fall into the prison of Dongchang? ”

"That's because you can't really let go of your heart," the gray-clothed monk folded his hands and looked blank, "Everything in the past is a thing of the past, what others think is their business, why do you have to fight-for-tat?" ”

"Is it a child who is fighting each other?" The middle-aged scribe's demeanor gradually became excited, "It's the court that refuses to let us go, if it weren't for the child's hard work, your father, you can live to this day, I think back then, you are also the Ninety-Five, and you look down on the world......"

"What do you mention about the past?" The gray-clothed monk interrupted him and said, "The poor monk is one now

Xianyun Yehe Youfang monk, let the past pass, why keep obsessing with it? ”

"Is it over, is it really over?" The middle-aged scribe's cheeks flushed, "More than forty years ago, you left Jinling with my young me and wandered in the rivers and lakes for more than forty years. Did the court really let our family go? His voice grew louder and louder, "The third, fourth, and fifth uncles are all dead, and my second brother has been imprisoned within the Fengyang high wall until now, like a fool, he can't even tell the difference between a cow and a horse." How long will our family be hurt by this court? ”

"Amitabha," the gray-clothed monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and some tears were faintly shining in his eyes, "Life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky." People can't avoid the calamity they deserve, so how can they go against the will of heaven? ”

......

"Hey," Yuan Qi'er watched the middle-aged scribe and the gray-clothed monk arguing, pulled Yang Muyun's cuffs, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, after a long time, I am afraid that something will change." ”

"You go, I can't go," Yang Muyun shook his head and glanced at her deeply, "As a courtier of the Ming Dynasty, my roots are in the Central Plains, and I can't go to the Mobei Grassland with you, if you are for my good, go now, lest I worry about you." ”

"You ......" Yuan Qi'er was in a hurry, and was about to say a few more words, when suddenly a figure flashed in front of her, Feng Wuji didn't know when to move closer, and a pair of cold eyes stared at her tightly. She felt a chill in her heart, and swallowed back the following words.

......

"Providence?" The middle-aged scribe chuckled, "If it were only by heaven's will, our family would be dead now, everything is man-made, if we give up ourselves, do we still expect God to have mercy on you?" ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" The gray-robed monk closed his eyes and stopped talking to him.

"Little Wind—" The middle-aged scribe said as he turned to Feng Wuji.

"Master." Feng Wuji stepped forward respectfully.

"My father doesn't want to go with me, you carry him away."

"Yes, master." Feng Wuji bowed his head towards the gray-clothed monk, "Old master, I'm offended." He turned around and put him on his back, and with a movement of his body, he disappeared into the night.

"Senior," Yuan Qi'er breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Feng Wuji was gone, and gave a salute to the middle-aged scribe, "Thank you for saving my family officials, and we should also leave." ”

"You're leaving?" The middle-aged scribe came to the two of them with a leisurely gait and glanced at Yuan Qi'er, "You can go, but he must stay." As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Muyun.

"Senpai?" Yuan Qi'er's face changed.

"Don't worry, I won't be unfavorable to him," the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, "If you like him, don't force him to do things he doesn't like, the world that can let him gallop is here, not the grassland." ”

"So he already knows who I am." Yuan Qi'er was shocked.

"However, he is my husband......" Yuan Qi'er pretended to be pitiful, "How can the seniors bear to break us apart?" ”

"Since you are his husband, you should not kidnap his will," the middle-aged scribe said lightly: "We have a common saying in the Central Plains as 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you', if you really love him, you should let him go to the grassland with you willingly, instead of forcing him to join you." ”

Yuan Qi'er bit her lips lightly, and glanced at Yang Muyun beside her, "You...... Do you really want to go back to the grassland with me? ”

"You should know what I want." Yang Muyun turned his face aside and didn't look at her.

"You never liked me the whole time, did you?" Yuan Qi'er's eyes showed a hint of resentment.

"Didn't you always do everything according to your own will?" Yang Muyun said: "How do you care what I think in my heart? ”

"Then why are you...... Why did you save me, and just now you desperately stood in front of me to beg for death? Yuan Qi'er's eyes were red, and her lips seemed to be bitten and bloody.

"Maybe it's instinct to be a man, right?" Yang Muyun sighed, "Men don't want to see a woman in danger, whether the woman likes it or not." ”

"You look at me." Yuan Qi'er said suddenly.

Yang Muyun's gaze turned to her, and what caught her eyes was a face full of resentment and stunning beauty. Yuan Qi'er stared at him for a moment, and suddenly bullied forward and deeply engaged him

The kisses were together.

"Hmm, you do ......" Before he finished speaking, the cherry lips that looked like flower petals covered his lips, and Yang Muyun only felt that his lips were soft and warm to the touch, fragrant, and his mind was blank.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in his lips woke him up from Gentle Township, but he was bitten out of blood by Yuan Qi'er, and then pushed by her, her slender body was already a few feet away.

"Yang Muyun, I hate you," Yuan Qi'er's beautiful cheeks were already filled with tears, "I, Yuan Qi'er, swear to the sky, I will destroy your Ming Dynasty and capture your emperor alive with my own hands, I will make you regret it, regret not ...... with me"

"County Lord-" Eritu and Hai Limu shouted in unison, glanced at Yang Muyun, and chased after Yuan Qi'er. The others also followed them, and only Yang Muyun and the middle-aged scribe were left standing there.

"A woman's anger is terrible," the middle-aged scribe sighed, "especially when she is born of love and hate." Looking at Yang Muyun, "You have not only provoked a strong opponent for yourself, but also for the Ming Dynasty." ”

"It's good that I didn't become a fierce rival of the court with her." Yang Muyun sighed, turned around and bowed, "Apprentice to see Master." ”

"This place doesn't need to be polite." The middle-aged scribe helped him up with a smile, "Let's take a step to speak." ”

......

It's a small quadrangle, very inconspicuous. The people who lived in the courtyard respectfully invited them into a very bright room, served tea and withdrew.

Yang Muyun knew from their very professional actions of covering the door that they were Master's subordinates.

"It's been a long time, and it looks like you're all right." The middle-aged scribe opened the lid of the tea, gently lifted the foam, watched the tea needles rise and fall in the rising heat, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "I actually became an official." ”

"Everything depends on Master's teachings," Yang Muyun suddenly felt a little cramped, "The disciple doesn't dare to slack off for a day." ”

The middle-aged scribe took a sip of tea, put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Where have you practiced the Yi Xin Sutra?" ”

"I ......" Before Yang Muyun could answer, he saw the middle-aged scribe stretching out his finger and poking at his eyebrows, his technique was sharp and fast, and he was startled, and he hurriedly dodged his head. As soon as the master's wrist turned, his fingers slashed to the side of his neck, and he reacted to the palm and cut at the master's wrist, and the master's wrist shrank, and he poked out two fingers and inserted them into his eyes...... The two exchanged more than ten moves in an instant, seemingly casually, but in fact they were dangerous.

"Smack-" The palms intersected, and Yang Muyun only felt a numbness in his arm.

"Well, that's good." The middle-aged scribe nodded, twisted his beard and said, "I have already passed the ninth level of the primary level, and with your progress, it won't take long to enter the intermediate level." ”

"Thank you, Master, for teaching." Yang Muyun arched his hand and said.

"You've become a pro?" The middle-aged scribe asked.

"Yes." Yang Muyun replied very respectfully.

The middle-aged scribe's gaze glanced at him, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, "It's not easy for young people to always have their original intentions; The red leaning on the green fragrance is embraced, and it is even more rare to be able to maintain concentration. Your lady complains about you behind your back, doesn't she? The last sentence was slightly ridiculous, which made Yang Muyun's face appear a little embarrassed.

"The apprentice has been running errands in the yamen, and rarely ...... I rarely stay with them. Before he finished speaking, his face turned red.

"They?" The middle-aged scribe smiled, with a look of approval in his eyes, "Very good, ambitious, I didn't misunderstand you." ”

"Master," Yang Muyun hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why didn't you say goodbye that day?" Where have you been in the past six months? How did it appear in this capital? ”

"It seems that you didn't work in vain in the yamen of Jinyiwei, and you can ask so many questions in one breath." A hint of amusement flashed in the middle-aged scribe's eyes.

"Master has won the prize." Yang Muyun said curtly, a strange feeling rose in his heart, "Master knows what I have done, it seems that he knows everything about me." ”

"You don't have to ask about me, you don't have to know, and don't mention tonight's matter to anyone," the middle-aged scribe said lightly, "My people will take care of everything, and no one will know that you have been robbed and released from prison." ”