There was a grass movement outside the city of Pizhou, and the crows that had returned from the mass grave hovered and screamed happily, adding a strange dead silence to the dark night through which the cold wind was blowing.

Qing Jian and Qing Yun raided Pizhou City, which was loosely guarded, from two directions.

The streets of Pizhou on the eve of dawn were empty, and the Tianshu disciples in the city had already figured out the inn where the adults who escorted Xiao Kun were staying.

After a pillar of incense, a Tianshu disciple knocked lightly on the door of the inn, and after a long time, the sleepy-eyed guy opened the door from the inside with a low scolding, and glared at the Tianshu disciple with a violent expression: "Are you blind?" The shop is closed, go and go—somewhere else. ”

"In the middle of the night, I didn't let people sleep, and everyone thought that this was the capital? What kind of saint is pretending to be full of poor sour gas", the guy didn't seem to be angry after scolding, and glared at the Tianshu disciple who was standing still at the door, and sneered: "Even if you are blind, you are still a deaf person, how far can you go, don't disturb Lao Tzu's rest!" Disturb the customers of the small shop, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

There were sour words overflowing from a small place, and the Tianshu disciple quietly glanced at the inn through the guy, and everything was as usual, and he only frowned slightly at the foul words that kept pouring out of the guy's mouth.

He frightened the guy for a moment, and the half-open mouth of the guy was filled by the cold wind rushing in from outside the door, shivered on the spot, and took a low sip before saying that he was about to close the door.

Suddenly, the door that had not yet closed was blocked by a hand that inserted horizontally, and the Tianshu disciple lowered his eyes: "I haven't asked yet." ”

The guy swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty, and was just about to get angry, when he caught a glimpse of the cold sword in the other hand of the man, looking at the cold look, he immediately knew that the other party was not easy to mess with, and he had committed a big taboo.

Quickly put on a smiling face that was more ugly than crying, and the sleepiness woke up instantly, the guy lowered his head and bowed, and asked in a low voice: "What do you want to ask?" ”

"There's a group of people in the inn today? What floor do you live on? ”

"My lord, what are you talking about, the owner runs an inn, so naturally people come every day, not to mention a group, and there are many people?"

Pizhou, which is a poor and remote place in the capital, is there still a lot of people?

The Tianshu disciple didn't want to waste time with this dog-eyed guy, so he said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, there will be a group of people in the inn today, but they are still in the inn?" What floor do you live on? ”

Pretending to be stupid and stunned, the guy's legs suddenly softened like noodles, and he turned around and pointed to the second floor: "In...... On it, the people are still there. ”

"Do your thing, say one more nonsense and kill you!"

The disciple whispered a warning viciously and turned into the night, at this time Qing Jian and they had already assembled and approached the inn.

The disciple whistled, and Qingxian came out quietly, and said in a suppressed voice: "Is the news confirmed?" Xiao Kun is still there? ”

"Yes, the disciples outside have been staring all night today, and they haven't seen Xiao Kun go out, and the entourage should all rest inside, the inn is very quiet, and there should be no other guests."

With a sneer, Qingxian said: "This Xiao Kun is really bad, he even chooses no one to live in the inn, this is the day to kill him." ”

After a cup of tea, the entire inn was surrounded by Qingge, Qingyin glanced at the direction of the second floor, went around to the back with Qingyun, climbed up to the second floor quietly, pushed open the window and entered, there was no one inside.

"Sister Qingjian, is this it?"

Qing Jian listened to the movement and whispered: "There are three rooms on the second floor from the east to the outside, and the innermost is Xiao Kun." ”

Qingyin blinked: "What about the others?" ”

"None of them will be left."

The man was frightened inexplicably, sat on the first floor for a while, did not hear any dangerous movements, patted his chest, and a burst of sleepiness came up, and as soon as his eyes closed, he suddenly remembered the strange question of the man just now.

Always feel like something is wrong?

Who said that there was only a group of people in the inn today, and it was clear whether the two groups were good or not, and a group of people who came in the afternoon seemed to be holding a prisoner, and the prisoner was vicious, the key was that the escort was still kind to him, which was really a rare thing that was not as good as seeing it in a hundred years.

But the group of people stayed for only an hour before leaving, and he had vaguely heard that it had snowed heavily for two days, and that it was not easy to walk on the road, and it would be better to rush over as soon as possible to suffer less sin.

I just don't know where I'm going.

As for the people who live upstairs now, there is a group of weak scholars, who gather here in the winter to cultivate their sentiments, and throw him a heavy bag of silver, and stand at the door without saying a word, he respectfully welcomes people in, and now I am afraid that he will have fallen asleep a long time ago.

The man leaned back in his chair and fell asleep.

Qing Jian made a gesture, the Qingge disciple who sneaked into the inn slowly pulled out the cold sword in his hand, Qingyin came back after putting the incense, the incense in her hand was still begged from the young lady before, saying that it was for self-defense in the future, but it turned out to be used to kill Xiao Kun.

As long as this kind of incense spreads, even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu have to sleep obediently.

There was no movement inside, Qing Jian gently picked the door bolt with her sword, gave Qing Yin a look, the two pushed the door open and went in, tightened the sword in their hands, and the moment they stepped in, a sense of uneasiness came up from the bottom of her heart, Qing Jian faintly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.

There were several people lying on the table, all wearing the clothes escorted by the imperial court, and the back lying on the side of the bed was even more similar to Xiao Kun's figure.

It was easy to take Xiao Kun's life without spending a single soldier, and he could avenge the dead Qingge disciples...... But where in this world can such a smooth thing happen?

Wandering for half a life, everything was too smooth tonight, everything was too quiet, so Qing Jian couldn't believe it.

She glanced at the small room, and the shackles in the corner were the ones that Xiao Kun was carrying on the way to be escorted - the sleeping person on the bed was Xiao Kun!

Obviously, Qingyin also thinks so, she has a characteristic, that is, she remembers the enemy very clearly, as long as she can recognize it at a glance, she glanced at the side face of the person on the bed, Qingyin was sure that this person was Xiao Kun, her expression was fierce, she gritted her teeth: "Livestock!" Today you will die at my hands, and I want you to pay for the lives of the disciples of the Qingge. ”

Anger surged up without warning, Qingyin's murderous aura tightened, her mind was controlled by resentment, and when she thought of her brother and sister who died tragically, she couldn't help it, and stabbed Qing Jian without waiting for Qing Jian to directly lift her sword.

Suddenly, Qing Jian, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly came back to her senses and said anxiously: "Qingyin! ”

But it was too late, Qingyin's sword had already pierced in, and she only heard the person on the bed snorting, and was pierced through the heart by a sword in her sleep, although Qingyin couldn't see clearly in the dark darkness, but she knew that blood must be gushing out at this moment, she wanted to see Xiao Kun's painful expression, and wanted to see what kind of endless painful death he was.

Slowly drawing out her sword, she turned around and whispered: "Sister Qingjian, I have avenged the disciple of Qingge." ”

Qing Jian sank her face and walked over quickly, everything happened too fast just now, she just stopped for a few breaths, observed the situation in the room, and Qing Yin had already seen blood.

It was only a time to go back and forth, everything happened too fast, and the fast Qing Jian couldn't believe that Xiao Kun, the third prince of the hall, died silently in the hands of the angry Qing Yin.

She knew that Qingyin was jealous and hateful, but she didn't want her to do it.

As soon as Qing Jian arrived at the bedside, suddenly the door behind her was pushed open, and Qing Yun's deep voice with a hint of trembling came out: "Fooled, go quickly!" ”

Suddenly, a coolness rushed up from the soles of Qing Jian's feet, poked along the backbone, and the uneasiness from the inn was quickly amplified, making Qing Jian's pores stand up, she pushed away the stunned Qingyin, broke the face of the dead person on the bed, and took advantage of the little moonlight outside the window, and the whole person was cold when she saw half of it.

"He's not Xiao Kun!"

"How is that possible!" Qingyin didn't know where her surprise came from in her throat, low and weak, she seriously held her miserable white face and wanted to stick it to look at it, her lips trembled: "...... How...... Yes! ”

Qingyun had already asked the others to retreat, seeing that Qing Jian and Qingyin were still stunned inside, their expressions were grim, and when they came in quickly, they smelled the smell of blood, and said coldly: "What's the matter?" Qing Jian, you are too careless! ”

He was furious all of a sudden, as a Qingge killer, the most basic thing is to identify the person who should be killed, even in the dark, he must quickly determine whether this person is the object of death in the shortest possible time, Qingjian has always been cautious, how could he make such an unbelievable mistake!

Qing Jian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, grabbed Qing Yin, and suppressed his voice: "It's not safe here, go quickly!" ”

Qingyin seemed to be frozen in place, entangled with anger and hatred, and there was a hint of fear, and she said in a dumb voice: "It's me...... It's not Sister Qingjian, I killed the person. ”

Qingyun instantly understood that it was Qingyin who made a mistake, she was bloody, and she killed someone without seeing her face clearly!

Can't allow Qingyin to think too much, she was dragged by Qing Jian and jumped from the window on the second floor when she stumbled.

The open window was blown by the cold wind, and it was clear in the silent inn that the guy downstairs had a nightmare and was awakened in an instant.

He went up to the second floor in a cold sweat, smelled a strange smell, and found that the innermost door was wide open, and he was stunned and walked in.

Qingxian was already answering outside, watching Qingyun and Qingjian come out, and spoke quickly: "The others have already evacuated first, I just went in and found that it was not an escort, it was an ordinary person, and something was turned out of a person's bag, they were literati from the capital, following the car escorting Xiao Kun, wanting to record Xiao Kun's situation, and return to Beijing to denounce it, in order to vent the anger of the public!" ”

Qingyun's face turned pale: "We were fooled." ”

"Fortunately, I found it in time", Qingxian said: "Xiao Kun should have left, our news is wrong, we need to evacuate Pizhou as soon as possible, go." ”

"Late ...... It's late ......", Qingyin said coldly: "I killed someone." ”

Qingxian's face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "How is it possible!" ”

Suddenly, Qing Jian's face turned pale: "Hurry up!" ”