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Xinghuan glanced at the monk who was supporting him and sighed, "I can go." ”

Mingkong lowered his eyebrows, indifferent, and said, "Why is the donor so anxious. ”

Xinghuan said: "If you are late, you will change." ”

Mingkong said: "The poor monk is willing to help. ”

Xinghuan smiled and said, "Then you have to be careful." ”

The sky is silent.

With the sword box and the back, Xinghuan slowly left the courtyard with the support of Ming Kong.

When passing by the gate of the courtyard, Xinghuan paused, looked at the black-clothed man waiting here at the six doors, and asked, "What about chasing life?" ”

The man in black bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully, "My lord, I've gone to find the Divine Dragon Sect Leader and the White Cloud City Lord." ”

Xinghuan thought for a while and said, "When did you go?" ”

The man in black said, "Last night. ”

It's noon, and I'm supposed to be back soon...

Xinghuan looked up at the sun slightly, and said, "You don't have to guard here anymore." ”

The man in black paused, and retreated silently.

The autumn morning is slightly cool, and you can already feel a hint of winter chill.

Unlike in the past, today's county town has changed a lot, the streets are sparsely populated, and almost all the people who come and go are martial artists in different costumes and wearing swords.

In one morning, the news of Xinghuan in Chunfeng Building had already spread completely, and because of this, there were many people in Chunfeng Building today.

In the main entrance hall, dozens of people with different expressions were sitting in a precarious position, their eyes wandering.

If you look closely, apart from looking at each other, the place they see the most is the entrance of the corridor leading to the inner court.

It's a pity that they are doomed to disappointment, because Xinghuan didn't plan to go through the front door, but planned to go through the side door.

It's just that now the entire Chunfeng Building has been tightly fenced, even if it is a side door, I'm afraid it won't be safe.

It's always better than the main entrance, though...

Chunfeng Lou to Zhennan Wangfu, this road is not easy to walk.

If it was yesterday, Xinghuan would never care and would not be afraid of any obstacles.

But now, he had to care, he had to be careful.

Of course, if things really can't be done, he can only give up and try to plot Chunjun again when he has the opportunity in the future.

Now, he wants to give it a try and do his best.

Sometimes, the world is not full of enemies, and there are many friends.

At the gate of the courtyard, as soon as the man in black stepped back, the dancer from Chunfeng Tower suddenly appeared in front of Xinghuan.

Curtsied, the dancer said softly: "Childe, my landlord is invited." ”

The owner of Chunfeng Building?

Xinghuan was unexpected.

Without refusing, he and Monk Mingkong followed the dancing girl out of the courtyard.

The owner of Chunfeng Building is a woman, a woman who is not a long, but also very attractive and feels very comfortable.

The woman's name is Xiaomeng, and if she can become the owner of this Chunfeng Building, she will obviously not be a mortal woman.

It's also a courtyard, but it's much more refined and elegant than the one in Xinghuan.

After luring Xinghuan and Mingkong here, the dancer silently retreated.

After sitting down, Xinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and quietly looked at the woman in front of him who was waving a white ribbon.

The pale green dress dances in the wind, and the ribbon in the jade hand is entwined, lingering, which is pleasing to the eye.

Mingkong sat quietly on the side, closing his eyes and recuperating, and the Buddha beads in his hand slowly moved.

Xinghuan had some regrets, but it was a pity that although the dance of the woman in front of her was very beautiful, it was still much worse than the sword dance of Zhixiufang.

So far, among the dances he has seen, only the graceful Heavenly Demon Dance can be compared to the sword dance of Xiufang.

Wanwan is a beauty dance, and Xiufang is a sword dance, both have their own merits and are equally beautiful.

After a long time, Xiao Meng's delicate body fluttered around, stopped dancing after wrapping the ribbon around her waist, looked at Xinghuan and smiled slightly, and said, "Childe can still live these days?" ”

Xinghuan poured a glass of wine, smiled back, and said, "It's good." ”

Xiao Menglian moved lightly, sat down, and said, "In that case, why don't you stay longer." ”

Xinghuan couldn't hide the tiredness and paleness on his face, and sighed softly: "It's time to go." ”

Xiaomeng said softly, "It's not safe to leave now. ”

Xinghuan was helpless and said, "It's also not safe to continue to live." ”

Can't stay...

A faint look of regret appeared on Xiaomeng's beautiful face, and said: "Since the son's intention has been decided, the slave family will no longer block it, and the slave family has a secret passage here to help the son leave this spring breeze building safely." ”

Secret Passages...

It makes sense.

Since the pursuit of life has chosen here, there is naturally a reason, at least, the owner of Chunfeng Building should be able to believe it.

After thinking for a while, Xinghuan smiled and said, "Thank you, girl." ”

Xiaomeng said: "Childe doesn't need to be polite. ”

After a pause, she called softly, "Qing'er." ”

Dancing girls are coming.

It turns out that her name is Qing'er...

Xiaomeng said: "Send the son out of here." ”

Qing'er tapped her head, looked at Xinghuan and said, "Childe, please." ”

Without being too polite, Xinghuan and Mingkong followed Qing'er out of the courtyard.

Behind him, Xiaomeng looked at Xinghuan's back and muttered in a low voice, "Xinghuan..."

The secret passage is long, and the path is filled with candlelight.

Soon, Xinghuan and Mingkong came to a stone gate.

Under the flickering candlelight, Qing'er said: "Out of this door, it is already outside the Spring Breeze Building, and I hope that the son will be more careful." ”

Nodding, Xinghuan suddenly said, "Why is Yu'er subject to the palace?" ”

Qing'er was silent for a moment and said, "My sister was born to the king of Zhennan and a servant girl. ”

No wonder, it turned out to be the illegitimate daughter of King Zhennan.

The most ruthless imperial family!

It's really ruthless...

Qing'er left, and in front of the stone gate, Xinghuan stood silent.

Mingkong said warmly: "There are people outside the door." ”

Xinghuan sighed.

Compared to Mingkong, his feeling was clearer.

There were not only people outside the door, but also two people, both of whom were all carrying murderous intent.

Why would anyone stay outside this secret room...

Does Qing'er know?

Does the owner of Chunfeng Building know?

Did Yu'er leak it out, or was it something else...

Xinghuan originally planned to test Qing'er, but in the end, after thinking about it, he still didn't speak.

He was tired and too lazy to think so much.

Intrigue will never go away, and in that case, kill it.

Coughing violently for a moment, Xinghuan took a sip of wine, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Let's go." ”

Mingkong took a step forward and said calmly: "The poor monk goes first." ”

For such a stubborn monk, Xinghuan was helpless.

A faint rumbling sound sounded, and the stone door slowly moved open, and the scene outside the door suddenly came into view.

It's a living room, and there's an old man, an old woman, in the living room.

At this time, the two old men were looking at the stone door that was slowly moving away, and stood silent.

The rumbling sound died down, and the stone gate stopped moving.

After a pause, their eyes fell on Xinghuan's body.

Pale face, the whole person seems to fall down as soon as the wind blows, crumbling.

Exactly like the news they got, the rumored Xinghuan has really been seriously injured.

Despite this, they were still very jealous, after all, the flying knife in Xinghuan's hand had never missed once so far.

Silently, the two old men glanced at each other and their eyes fell on the body of the monk Mingkong.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the killing machine suddenly started.