The silver-bell-like voice of the girl in red made Yu Jinbiao feel a chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

"Senior sister, let this person be given to me!"

With a burst of hearty laughter, a white-clothed scholar about twenty-eight or nineteen years old appeared beside the girl in red at some point. I saw him with a graceful demeanor, shaking a black folding fan.

"Why should I give you the prey I fancy to you?" The girl in red glanced at him.

"His subordinates have all been killed by his junior sister, so you will show mercy to your subordinates and open up to him, how about it?" With a "Zheng" sound, the white-clothed scholar opened the folding fan, and there was a sonorous sound of metal, and his jet-black folding fan was actually made of black iron.

"Do you want to kill the net?" The girl in red teased, a charming smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Senior sister should do more good deeds and accumulate virtues, this wicked person is still up to me, isn't my sister unwilling?" The white-clothed scholar snapped the fan shut.

"Senior brother said so, the little sister won't talk to you much, if you can't take him within ten moves, you will ......" The girl in red pursed her lips and smiled, and stopped talking.

"Ten moves? If I make more than three moves, I will respectfully kneel down and kowtow to my sister three times. The white-clothed scholar raised his eyebrows and said awe-inspiringly.

"Yo, I don't dare to be it, senior brother won't just play lip service, right?"

The two sang and answered, treating Yu Jinbiao as if he were a dead man.

Yu Jinbiao's beard trembled slightly, and the back of his hand was covered with green tendons.

"Is enough of what you two say?" Yu Jinbiao said tremblingly.

The white-clothed scholar's eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at him, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know each other, why did I kill my men?"

"I don't know each other, and the more than 100 officers and soldiers of the inspection department in Luzhenguan have never met you. It's just a matter of blocking the road and robbing the tax money, and killing none of these more than 100 lives, shouldn't you be punished? The white-clothed scholar sneered.

Yu Jinbiao's face changed and he no longer answered. With a flick of his right hand, countless sword shadows stabbed at the white-clothed scholar's body. The white-clothed scholar turned pale, and with a "zheng" sound, he opened the folding fan and drew a jet-black circle of light in front of him......

The sound of "clanging" blades intersecting was endless, and Yu Jinbiao's killing moves were blocked one by one by the iron fan of the white-clothed scholar. The white-clothed scholar smiled at the girl in red for a long time: "The first move!" As soon as the words fell, his body moved like a rabbit, and he was in front of Yu Jinbiao in an instant. With a movement of the wrist, the fan bone points directly at the opponent's eyebrows, and the action is so fast that it is dizzying. Yu Jinbiao's eyes flashed with black light, and he hurriedly wanted to swing his sword away, but the other party quickly changed his move, and the fan bone pressed down on him. Yu Jinbiao's arm was numb, his hand was loosened, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "dang long". Frightened, he hugged his arms and quickly retreated.

"Second move!" As soon as the move fell, a black light rushed towards Yu Jinbiao's chest. He lost his blade and could not stand hard, so he cast his body on one side, and the iron fan passed under his right flank. Yu Jinbiao clenched his fist with his left hand and hit the white-clothed man in front of the door. When the fist wind swept into his face, the man in white disappeared in an instant.

"The third move!" This was the last sentence Yu Jinbiao heard in his life. As he heard this, a blue-glowing sword tip emerged from his chest. His eyes blurred......

In the moonlight, the white-clothed scholar took out a sword from the iron fan and carefully wiped the blood stains on it.

"How? Senior sister, no more than three moves! There was a hint of smugness in his tone.

The girl in red turned around and walked quickly towards the outside of the forest, only to drop a sentence with a hard erection.

"You wipe slowly, I'll go first."

"Senior sister, what are you doing here? Hey--- wait I'm ......"

Next to a small house in the downstream bay stood a young man in gray who was not handsome, with cold and hard lines on his face, facial features like a knife and an axe, resolute and indifferent, and his dark eyes were as sharp as a blade, making people dare not look at him, and the cold mist of that body was even more terrifying, chilling people's hearts and making people shudder.

He stood there silently, motionless, like a sculpture that had stood there since ancient times.

Behind him there was a thumping of footsteps, and a tall and mighty man with a double-edged axe on his back came to his side with heavy steps.

"You're here." There was a rare gentleness in the grayman's voice.

"Hmm!" This is the strong man's answer.

Both men stood there silently.

"You want to go in?" The strong man asked.

"Well, there's weirdness in this house." The man in gray seemed to be thinking.

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Wait for them ......"

A burst of laughter like silver bells came from afar.

"Senior brother, look, there is actually a house here." It was a girl in red who looked unusually charming.

"There is no one before and after, there must be something strange about this house." A scholar in white responded.

"Let's go over and see ......"

The people next to the house became four.

"Yo, second senior brother, third senior brother, are you two here too? What are you doing standing here? Why not go in? When the girl in red looked at the strong man and the man in gray, her charming eyes became pure and innocent, and her voice no longer had a seductive magnetism.

Without saying a word, the man in gray walked towards the door, and the strong man walked side by side with him. The girl in red smiled and followed them happily like a lark. The white-clothed scholar smiled leisurely, shook off the fan and walked to the end.

Underneath the house, a dim oil lamp makes the basement less dark.

"Yang Muyun, haven't you found the switch to get out yet?" Zhu Xiyuan's big pretty eyes showed a hint of disappointment.

Yang Muyun shook his head, sighed and sat down beside her.

"I've tried every place, maybe the switch to get out isn't here, right?"

"Yang Muyun, if no one comes, will we be trapped here?"

"I'm not going to let you die here." Yang Muyun said without the slightest hesitation.

Zhu Xiyuan's eyes became moist, as if covered with a layer of mist.

"If you're going to die tomorrow, what do you want to do today?" Zhu Xiyuan looked at him without blinking.

"Why do you ask such a strange question?" Yang Muyun frowned.

"Answer me quickly." Zhu Xiyuan's eyes were very eager.

"I ...... I haven't figured it out yet, what about you? ”

"I'll marry you!" Zhu Xiyuan said it in one breath, and her face was red like a layer of rouge.

Yang Muyun opened his mouth wide in shock, and even his breathing seemed to stop.

"What about you? Will you marry me? Zhu Xiyuan pushed him.

"May I marry you? You are the princess of Daming, and I am just an insignificant little person. Yang Muyun smiled bitterly.

"If you remove my status as a princess, will you marry me?"

"I ......" Yang Muyun just spit out a word, only to hear the door above creak open, and the footsteps of several people stepped into the house.

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"There's no one in the house." The girl in red took a look around the room: "It's strange, it's cleaned up here, and things are neatly arranged, shouldn't there be no one to live in?" ”

"What a seductive portrait of a bodhisattva." The white-clothed scholar turned his head and smiled at the red-clothed girl: "Senior sister, look, if you are allowed to wear the clothes of a bodhisattva and sit on this lotus throne, will it be the same as on this portrait?" ”

"you, how can anyone joke with me and the Bodhisattva?" The girl in red took a sip.

"This portrait of the Bodhisattva is very strange." The man in gray said expressionlessly.

"I think it's weird too." Strong men should also be peaceful.

The words of the three people were rarely consistent, and the girl in red walked over in surprise, and carefully studied the portrait of Guanyin Bodhisattva with the three senior brothers......

"Why are they standing still at the entrance of the tunnel, Yang Muyun, are they going to open the entrance? And then ready to come down? Zhu Xiyuan asked in horror.

Yang Muyun didn't answer, he slowly untied the sleeve of his left arm, took out a plum-shaped sleeve arrow launcher, and took out two sleeve arrows from it and held them tightly in his hand. "Sizzle---" Yang Muyun gasped, and the arrow wound on his back became more painful due to the slight exertion in his hand. But he couldn't help it, no matter how much it hurt, he could only endure it. The sword he had snatched from Cuiwei Villa was lost when he jumped into the river, and the only weapons on his body were the six Hidden Arrows in the Hidden Arrow Launcher, and he took out two Hidden Arrows to use as weapons, and the other four as hidden weapons.

"I hope that the martial arts of these people are not high, otherwise it will be difficult for me to protect the princess." Yang Muyun prayed secretly in his heart. He slowly sharpened the tip of the Hidden Arrow on the ground with his Hidden Blade, trying to make it sharper before the battle began. The wound on his back was even more painful due to the hard tugging on his hand, and the cold sweat had soaked through his shirt.

Zhu Xiyuan interpreted the severity of the matter from his movements, she could only snuggle quietly beside him and let him concentrate on what he should do.

In the painting, the extremely beautiful Guanyin Bodhisattva sits on a huge lotus throne, and the eyes of a pair of red phoenixes reveal not the compassion of all beings, but the enchantment of the soul.

"How could anyone paint Avalokiteshvara like this? Is this still Avalokiteshvara? The girl in red muttered to herself.

Her gaze followed the portrait downward.

"Huh?" The girl in red stepped forward and put a slender jade hand into the bronze incense burner on the front of the portrait.

"There is no ash in the incense burner, obviously there is no sign of incense, strange, what are you doing with an incense burner without incense?" She grabbed the copper ears on both sides with her bare hands, and tried to move it down to check it carefully, but the incense burner did not move.

"Weird, has it taken root in the case?" The girl in red added two more points, and the incense burner turned unexpectedly.

"Rolling ----"

The stone slabs at the entrance of the tunnel were moved away inch by inch.

Yang Muyun's heart rose to his throat, and the palms of his hands clenching the sleeve arrows were also drenched with sweat.

He turned his head and whispered to Zhu Xiyuan: "I'll kill it later, take advantage of the chaos and run again, once you run out, you will walk along the lower reaches of the river in the direction of Shucheng, and when you enter the city, you must go to the official mansion......"

"What about you?" Zhu Xiyuan interrupted him.

"I'll go to you later, you go first!" Yang Muyun comforted her.

"You talk nonsense, your eyes tell me that once you go out, you will never come to me alive again." Zhu Xiyuan's voice became choked, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks like jade.

"If you listen to me, I will marry you!"

Zhu Xiyuan's delicate body was shocked.

"Yang Muyun ---" She stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly, her delicate cherry lips like flower petals and Yang Muyun's lips pressed tightly together......

The tunnel entrance is finally fully opened.

"There's a tunnel here." The girl in red's eyes lit up, her body moved, and she was about to float in.

A gray shadow ghostly flashed in before her.

"Third Senior Brother--- "The girl in red opened her mouth and shouted, her body froze.

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"Remember what I said!" Yang Muyun pushed Zhu Xiyuan away and pursed his lips.

The air in the darkroom fluttered slightly.

"It's finally here." Yang Muyun endured the pain on his back, and his body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath and slashed towards the exit. With a wave of his left hand, a sleeve arrow caught the moon like a meteor, and flew out towards the empty tunnel mouth with a strong wind.

"Bang", the blue light flashed, the sleeve arrow was broken into two, and a ghostly gray shadow floating into the tunnel mouth was suffocated.

The gray-clothed man's cold and hard face twitched rarely, and his gaze moved outside.

"Such a keen person can judge my position in advance." He held a scimitar in his hand, the green knife light, the curved blade, like a hook of crescent moon, revealing a murderous aura.

"The third senior brother always preempts me......" The girl in red didn't bother to complain. A figure forced in front of her like a wind, she was startled, her body exploded, and a pair of Emei thorns in her hands were like harriers entering the forest from the top right to the bottom left, splitting a long arc, as if she wanted to tear the figure apart with the surrounding air.

The figure of "hiss---" dissolved into nothingness like the air.

The girl in red secretly said that it was not good, her throat was cold, and the tip of a sharp arrow was against her throat.

"Let her go---" only to hear a roar. Yang Muyun had a scimitar against his left neck, a double-edged axe against his right neck, and a long sword popping out of an iron fan in his back heart.

Cold sweat oozed from Yang Muyun's forehead, the arrow wound on his back had burst out, and blood soaked the clothes behind his back. But his right hand was still firmly gripping the arrow against the throat of the girl in red.

"He's actually wounded." The white-clothed scholar opened his mouth and said. There was a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Let her go, and you'll be gone." There was not the slightest expression on the cold and hard face of the man in gray.

"Cough, cough" Yang Muyun wiped the blood that flowed slightly from the corner of his mouth with his left hand. "I've got to take someone with me, or I'll die with her."

"You still want to talk about conditions? Can you hold on? The white-clothed scholar sneered.

"I can hold out until she dies, do you dare to try?" Yang Muyun couldn't help but cough it out, and asked coldly.

"Yang Muyun-" Zhu Xiyuan didn't know when he had already left the tunnel entrance, and looked at him with big eyes teary eyes.