At night, the moon was wide, and the cool white light pierced through the thin clouds.

Cheng Wanli was ordered to go to Gui Parallel Palace to inquire about Gu Yunxi's news, and heard that he was too drunk at the night banquet and had been arranged to sleep in the palace.

Cheng Wanli immediately felt that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to forcibly ask to take someone away, so he had to ride his horse back the same way alone.

The horses' hooves galloped wildly in the clear moonlight, and the loess avenue was wide and uninhabited, and the dense trees on both sides were galloping back.

Suddenly, a flock of night birds flew into the air, as if frightened in some way, and flapped their wings lifelessly under the night dome, and flapped their wings into each other and flew into the sky.

In normal times, Lao Cheng will immediately restrain the horse stiffness, be alert to the surrounding movements for a moment, or move forward or make a detour, and then make plans.

However, at this time, he was blessed by the secret art, and he would only simply carry out the orders of the secret art caster, so he couldn't think about the strange situation in front of him, so he stared at the empty eyes and continued to beat the horse and whip.

Two black shadows poured out of the bushes on one side, and one person went straight to the horse's head, and stretched out his arms to snatch Cheng Wanli's horse stiffness.

Cheng Wanli shook his hand and threw it out.

The cold wind swept by his ears, and the "whoosh" was piercing.

The person who sneaked up on Cheng Wanli instantly sensed the danger, and his limbs were clamped in the air, and he turned around and flipped over, dodging the attack in time.

Lao Cheng hurriedly rode the horse, the horse raised its head and made a long cry under the full moon, and its front hooves were raised high, leaving Cheng Wanli off the horse.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, another man in black hurriedly pulled down the black cloth on his face, full of joy and excitement:

"Cheng Qianhu, we are the fourth brother who follows Bai Bantou, don't you recognize us?"

Cheng Wanli's gaze showed a short condensation, and then his facial features were vicious, and one turned around to pull out the posture and took the lead in attacking the two.

"Senho-sama, what's wrong with you?"

"We're really the people of Dongchang Sifan, you stop first, listen to us-"

Two men in black jumped up and down around the tower-like man to dodge attacks, and the other did his best to explain to him:

"The fourth and seventh brothers followed the overseer to the south, and on the way back, they were framed by traitors, which delayed the round with you, don't be angry......"

"Cheng Qianhu, what's wrong with you!"

The two were surprised, and they couldn't figure out why Cheng Wanli behaved abnormally and beat him when he met the brothers.

In the blink of an eye, fifty rounds have passed, and Cheng Wanli has become more and more courageous, and his moves have become more and more ruthless.

He saw an opportunity, turned his hand and used the hard pole of the horsewhip to slam a person's ribs, and immediately broke the tendons, and the cracking sound sounded.

The man fell to the ground and wailed, and the terrible wail echoed like a ghost crying in the bleak night.

Seeing this, the other person's expression was frightened, and his move slowed down significantly, and the next moment when Cheng Wanli looked sideways, the second finger of the driver cruelly pulled out a pair of eyeballs.

The eyes are hot, and the face is full of fishy spicy.

Poor Fan Wei covered two blood holes with his hands, and the bright red between his fingers continued.

He was so hurt that he had no strength to scream, and his body only trembled violently.

Cheng Wanli laughed at the defeated generals of the two subordinates, shook his hand and threw away the eyes that were clenched in his palm.

Just as he was about to lead the horse to continue his journey, two figures, one black and one red, blocked his way.

"Wanli, do you still recognize Bendu?!"

Leng Qingtang was dressed in night clothes, standing in front of a strong and crazy man with his hands in his hands, his high black hair swept in the night breeze, handsome and heavy, cold as jade.

The fiery figure beside him was undoubtedly Yu Xuanji, the former teacher of Dayi.

Cheng Wanli's cloudy and gray eyes locked Leng Qingtang's facial features, and his brows became more and more frowned, as if he was trapped by something weird, but he tilted his head and pondered it, but he couldn't understand it.

Soon, he became more and more manic, his eyes burning red, and an eerie low whine in his throat.

Staring at the "roadblock" in front of him, he was struggling, and with the sound of a few fabric tears, Lao Cheng's two broad arms suddenly expanded for two weeks, as if they were full of gas, and the bulging muscles completely broke through the clothes.

I saw that the skin of Lao Cheng's upper body was tense and cracked, the muscle lines were undulating, and the many green muscles and blood vessels were intertwined and protruding, which was clearly visible.

Leng Qingtang was secretly taken aback, he hadn't seen him for a few months, he really didn't know who his most loyal subordinates had met, what had happened, why he had become such a person, a ghost?

Yu Xuanji looked directly at the thousands of households in Dongchang who were scattered with their cloaks, his cold eyes paced over the slightest essence, and he understood something in his heart, but he refused to speak out easily, only silently stood by the side, alerting the other party's every move at any time.

In front of him, Cheng Wanli's facial features were vicious, and he waved his arms to launch a fierce attack on Leng Qingtang.

"Ten thousand miles!"

Leng Qingtang had already realized that something was not quite right.

When he took the call, he felt Senhe-sama's arm stiff as iron.

Even for the most refined martial arts practitioners, the stiff muscles and bones are by no means the touch that normal people should have.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Wanli suffered many internal injuries on his body, and he seemed to be completely unafraid of pain, and he was even more tireless, falling to the ground again and again, following a fish to stand up and continue to attack.

Time is passing little by little, and the battle between Leng Qingtang and Cheng Wanli continues.

Leng Qingtang's own martial arts are strong, and he has not suffered any losses in the process of continuous tricks.

But Cheng Wanli's situation was very bad, his upper body official clothes were torn, and his body was covered with hot sweat and covered in loess and mud.

After the night wind blew, the yellow mud soon formed a thin layer of hard shell, which was very embarrassing.

Leng Qingtang saw his beloved subordinates like this, and he felt compassion for a while, and he couldn't bear to make a move. Retracting his posture, his eyes were soft:

"Wanli, tell this governor quickly, what happened to the brothers left behind in the capital in the past three months?!"

Cheng Wanli suffered a blow and knelt on one knee, slowly raised his numb head to look at Leng Qingtang, and the bloodshot eyes under the fierce light condensed.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a resentful whimper accumulated in the chest.

The wind passed, and the curled legs of the thousand households suddenly kicked to the ground, and a fierce eagle pounced on Leng Qingtang again.

Leng Qingtang's pupils condensed, and when he looked up, he was about to parry, and his eyes rushed into a fiery red.

Yu Xuanji took the lead in blocking Leng Qingtang's body, twisting his long arms flexibly, and confronted the stunned man with five moves, and then threw three palms in a row with his strength, hitting the acupuncture points of Lao Cheng's three gates.

A tiny and slender silver light shook out of the back of his neck, Cheng Wanli immediately stood still, and when he didn't keep his posture in the air for a long time, he thought of a puppet that had lost the longitudinal line to lead, and his body collapsed instantly.

"Wanli? What did you do with him! ”

Leng Qingtang chased after him and squatted down to check the injuries for his subordinates.

Yu Xuanji took a silver needle from the trunk of a tree, approached Leng Qingtang and handed it to him:

"Don't worry, Cheng Wanli will be fine. He just fell into the Tianyan Gate's 'Body Puppet Technique', and now the silver needle on the main acupoint was forced out by me with internal force, and the person will regain consciousness after a moment of rest. ”

Leng Qingtang lowered his eyes and saw the slightest trace of blood stained on the-for-tat, and his heart was beating for a while, and the hairs on his body stood up:

"What kind of sorcery is this? Could it be that during the Governor's southern expedition, someone took advantage of the situation and used 'puppet expulsion' to control the Governor's subordinates? ”

Yu Xuanji smiled awe-inspiringly, and his delicate eyes were dyed with the cold light of the silver needle:

"The 'Exorcism Technique' uses silver needles as a guide to pierce a person's central nervous system to achieve the purpose of arbitrarily manipulating it, and the means are indeed cruel. However, if the silver needle is shocked by hitting the corresponding acupuncture point with internal force, it will not cause people's lives to be in danger. Those who can freely use such evil arts must be disciples of Tianyanmen. ”

"Tianyanmen ......"

Leng Qingtang twisted his eyebrows and repeated, suddenly startled in his heart, and thought of someone in the dark.

As he spoke, Cheng Wanli's slightly curved fingers trembled, his misty eyes suddenly widened, and he sat up.

"Where am I? …… Overseer? ”

Seeing the familiar face in front of his vision, Lao Cheng was stunned, shook his head vigorously, and forced himself to try to recall the past.

Leng Qingtang put his hands on Lao Cheng's shoulders, and did not forget to ask with concern while being excited:

"How are you feeling, and are there any discomforts in your body?"

Cheng Wanli looked at Yu Xuanji in confusion, then turned his gaze back and stared at Leng Qingtang's cheek:

"Overseer, when did you find the National Teacher? Also, when did the scar on the left side of your face heal? ”

Although he was confused, Leng Qingtang knew that his subordinates were talking nonsense, and glanced at each other with Yu Xuanji.

Cheng Wanli suddenly thought of something, and shouted in astonishment:

"It's broken—"

……

Outside the Guiping Imperial Palace, the new emperor Hua Nanxin led a small team of imperial forest soldiers and Chen Ying and Chen Gonggong, who accompanied him, to secretly meet with the owner of Nanzhu Yujue.

The man wore a brownish-gray mantle, and his face was obscured by a wide hood that was three-quarters of the way out.

The silent moonlight shone on his shoulders, stretching his thin figure even more slender.

At his feet was a boxy mahogany lacquer box with a gilded lid closed tightly.

From the angle of Hua Nanxin and his subordinates standing, it is impossible to see the facial features of the comer, but this is no longer a puzzle.

Because the process of presenting Yu Jue to the new emperor was a means of deliberately revealing his true identity to him.

Hua Nanxin stood majestically, his sharp eyes locked on the other party's mouth and nose exposed outside the hood, and chuckled:

"I didn't expect that you would not only be alive, but would also take the initiative to come to see me. I didn't expect that the prince still carries the jade jue that the emperor gave you with him. ”

The person who came gave up his hand, and his cold voice revealed the tiredness that could not be erased:

"The minister deserves death for the crime of bullying the king, but the minister has been rewarded many times by the South China Emperor, but it is toothless and unforgettable. This time I came late at night to make it clear to the emperor, and the minister still missed Jun's grace and just wanted to continue to serve the court. ”

South China's eyebrows and eyes slyly provoked:

"Oh? I have already decreed the appointment of a new commander of the Navy, and the Son of Heaven is difficult to chase after him, can the prince still tell me to rebel and take back my fate? ”

Without blinking, the visitor quickly kicked out the lacquer box under his feet:

"Even if there is no chance, the minister must create an opportunity."

Hua Nanxin looked at it and motioned to Gonggong Chen.

Gonggong Chen stepped forward carefully, and the moment he squatted to open the box, he screamed with a stuck neck, sat on the ground, and took a few steps back.

Inside the box was a human head, even if it was unkempt and covered with blood, Hua Nanxin recognized its facial features.

The master of the head is none other than Yao Qi, the commander of the Dongqing Water Division, who came to Guiping from the capital and was about to take office.

Hua Nanxin high-fived the air and said lukewarmly:

"Okay, good, Wang Yeguo is a brave person. In this case, you can tell me, what important news did you exchange for the power of your sailor battalion? ”

The man turned his hand and took off the hood, and his face was particularly pale in the cold moonlight.

His lips curled, his body bowed slightly, and he spoke in a casual voice:

"Min Rui sees the emperor, dare to ask the emperor, is the news that Leng Qingtang is not dead enough for you?"