"I didn't expect General Yang to suddenly appear in Dongshan." Gong Fuchen let out a long sigh, he looked at Yang Zhentian's sharp eyes, and said with a wry smile, "I don't know what the general is here for?" Although he was not sure whether the general of the armor-breaking army would tell the truth, he still planned to ask, after all, the two families still moved around more frequently on weekdays.

"Palace Commander, I'm afraid your shadow guards haven't been here for a while, I don't know what to find?" Yang Zhentian glanced at Gong Fuchen, and then walked straight to the edge of the cliff. He knew in his heart that even if Gong Fuchen found any clues, he would not tell himself.

"My lord said it was funny, let's just come over and take a look, after all, this Dongshan fire is unusual..."Gong Fuchen laughed awkwardly, keeping up with Yang Zhentian's footsteps, for fear that he would find something abnormal.

"Haha, I didn't expect the palace commander to have reservations about this official." Yang Zhentian stood on the edge of the cliff, bent over and looked down, stared for a long time, and saw that Gong Fuchen was unwilling to tell the truth, so he turned around and smiled, "Okay, the palace commander doesn't need to worry too much, this official just came over to take a look." ”

The two looked at each other for a long time, a smile appeared on the corner of Gong Fuchen's mouth, and he bowed down and sent Yang Zhentian to the direction of the stone steps down the mountain, and the armor-breaking army of the guards in the distance quickly greeted him.

Yang Zhentian waved his hand, shook his head and smiled, "If the palace commander continues, this official won't bother you." ”

"The grass people send General Yang off." Gong Fuchen arched his hand, and watched the armor-breaking army surround Yang Zhentian and walk away along the stone slab mountain road. Although he is the commander of the Shangguan Mansion, he is not an official of the DPRK and China after all, and he can only call himself a grass citizen in front of Yang Zhentian.

After Yang Zhentian was far away, the shadow guard guarding the mountain road hurriedly walked over, and he said in a low voice, "Lord Gong, they have already left. ”

Everything found on the East Mountain has to be kept secret, this is related to the real reason why the little young master was killed, Gong Fuchen did not dare to slack off, and the sudden appearance of Yang Zhentian was by no means accidental, he secretly said in his heart.

Gong Fuchen vigilantly glanced at the surrounding burned ruins again, and he instructed the shadow guard, "Pass the order, give me a twelve-point spirit, and there must be no half-point difference!" ”

"Yes, sir." The shadow guard arched his hand, retreated respectfully, and then quickly disappeared onto the crumbling stone steps.

The people on the mountain wall carried Yun Ruowu, who had passed out, and climbed up along the rope. It was pitch black, and four or five torches were glaring on the steep walls. Gong Fuchen, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, looked at the faintly visible fire in the ravine, and the chains inserted into the stone wall under his feet, shook his head, and sighed, "It's really worthy of an old fox." ”

The chains under his feet were very obvious, and Yang Zhentian could see it very clearly, the reason why he didn't break it must have his own plans. There is no evidence in front of him, and Yang Zhentian will not conflict with the Shangguan family of the four major families. Therefore, he politely said goodbye to Gong Fuchen and left directly.

"Lord Gong, here! Here it comes! The shadow guard standing on the side watched the firelight get closer and closer, and hurriedly reminded.

The shadow guard who had sneaked to the bottom of the cliff finally moved Yun Ruowu to the mountain and placed it flat next to the stone slab of Kunlun Pool. Gong Fuchen looked at the young man in front of him who was torn, and suddenly his eyes were stunned, although the clothes on the short and fat young man were scratched, it did not affect the identification. He recognized at a glance that the clothes were the clothes that the young master had worn when he went out yesterday.

"How did it happen to this teenager?" Gong Fuchen carefully looked at the young man in front of him, his appearance was mediocre, he squatted down and put his right hand on Yun Ruowu's snort, vaguely feeling a trace of breath.

"My lord? What do you think? The shadow guard who entered the bottom of the cliff knew that the person in front of him was not dead, otherwise they would have worked hard to carry this short, fat boy who had passed out up the mountain to do something.

Gong Fuchen's right hand swept a hand of water from the Kunlun Pool, and gently dripped it into Yun Ruowu's chapped mouth, only to see the young man in front of him cough a few times and roll into the water. He was amazed in his heart, "Who are you?" ”

Yun Ruowu covered his face because of the water, and made a splash in the water in a panic. Gong Fuchen gave the shadow guard beside him a look, and everyone stepped forward quickly and helped him up.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Yun Ruowu took a deep breath and passed out again with the support of the two shadow guards.

Gong Fuchen put his finger on his snort, and he could still feel a faint breath. He ordered someone to help Yun Ruowu to the ground, stared at the people beside him tightly, and warned, "You didn't find anything tonight, if someone spreads the news, I won't be able to spare him." ”

Huang Fujia took the lead and arched his hand, and replied in a low voice, "Palace Commander rest assured, it is a matter of the safety of the little young master..."

More than a dozen shadow guards behind Huang Fujia knelt on one knee and replied in a rough voice, "Don't worry, Lord Gong, we will never leak the slightest rumor." Everyone carried Yun Ruowu on their backs to the carriage under the archway of the stone building in Kunlun Pond, and hurried down the mountain while the night was dark.

A pair of dark eyes stared at everything beside the Kunlun Pond in the distance of the mountain road, and when everyone went down the mountain road, he flashed and went straight to the Yongwang Mansion.

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In the main hall of Yuquan Pavilion in King Yong's Mansion, King Yong was wearing a regular dress and sitting on the wooden couch, his eyes staring at the three people kneeling under the hall. Since Shangguan Junqian appeared under the Yong'an Gate, he was targeted by the people of the Xuanwolf Army, and he thought that the remnants of Yuntian Sect would be brought into Shangguan Mansion, but he didn't expect that kid to go to Kunlun Pond with his own cleverness.

"What is the use of this king raising you?" King Yong slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the porcelain cup shattered to the ground, causing the three of them to kneel on the ground and tremble.

thought that it would be impossible to live if he fell into the abyss, but he was still escaped by that kid, and he was taken away by the people of Shangguan Mansion. Thinking of this, the corners of King Yong's forehead suddenly rose, he pointed to the three people kneeling in the hall, and said angrily, "That kid must not stay." ”

A middle-aged man kneeling on the left, with a hideous scar in the corner of his eye, he could barely see two eyeballs, he raised his head and clenched his fists with both hands and said, "Lord Wang, you can rest assured, the three of us brothers will never miss this time, and we will definitely let that kid die in the Shangguan Mansion." ”

"No!" The masked old man standing on the side, his forehead wrinkled slightly, and he said hoarsely, "Shangguan Mansion is not so easy to break into, if the matter is revealed, won't the gains outweigh the losses." ”

King Yong picked up a cup of tea from the table next to the wooden couch again, took a sip, looked at the old man sitting at the bottom, and asked softly, "What do you say should be done?" ”

"Lord Wang, this matter is the fault of the three of our brothers, and we should bear it." The man in his early fifties, kneeling in the middle, clenched his hands into fists, bowed his head and pleaded guilty.

"Now is not the time to condemn," the masked old man got up and walked up to the three, helping them up. I saw the three of them kneeling on the ground, not moving. The masked old man glanced back at King Yong, who was sitting on the wooden couch, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Get up," King Yong said lightly, he put down the teacup in his hand with his right hand, and motioned for the three of them to take a seat. The three heroes of the dark wolf are the three people in the hall, they are all outlaw killers, they were captured by the armor-breaking army ten years ago, imprisoned in Zehai Prison, and died in prison not long after.

King Yong skillfully rescued the three of them, and since then they have been under the command of King Yong. In the past ten years, they have changed their faces and lived incognito, specializing in carrying out assassinations on behalf of the Yongwang Mansion.