Beijing, Yanque Tower.

In the bustling downtown area, the cries of selling are continuous, as a well-known signboard in the capital, the Yanque Tower is built with red bricks and tiles, so it is also called the 'Red Mansion'.

Yanque Tower has always been like a market, it is a place where literati and writers are entrenched, and officials gather in their leisure time.

In contrast to the hustle and bustle of the building, a room above the pavilion is extremely quiet, and the walls around it are covered with famous landscape paintings and masterpieces.

A young Confucian scholar dressed in plain brocade and white was fiddling with the pen and ink on the table, while the stove at the young man's hand was constantly emitting green smoke, surrounding the room.

The young Confucian looks handsome, his face is slick with two green silks, and his body is surrounded by the smell of books, and his temperament is extraordinary, like a fairy in the sky.

Smelling the nourishing incense burning in the stove, the aroma entered the nose, and the frowning brows of the young Confucian slowly stretched.

Overlooking the grandeur of the capital through the window, the young Confucian picked up a pen, but he didn't know what to write on the paper.

"How many days?"

The young Confucian looked out of the city, looking a little absent-minded, put down the brush and asked.

"My lord, it's been almost two months. The guards who were standing on standby hurriedly reported.

"It's been two months," the young Confucian student heard this, his brows furrowed again, and his face was full of sadness, "I don't know if the assassination was successful, is there any news?"

The guard thought for a moment, then bent over and said, "My lord, we haven't even received a letter. ”

The young Confucian looked gloomy, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Alas, I think that my father insisted on letting Shi Hong go to assassinate Yue Hai with Yin Sha and a bunch of secret guards, but I don't know that the Yue family has already noticed it, and now there is no news, I am afraid that Shi Hong and Yin Sha are more than lucky." ”

Seeing the young Confucian student's uneasy face, the guard hurriedly said: "My lord, Lord Shi Hong is a monk in the middle stage of body refining, and although Lord Yin Sha cultivates in the early stage of the spirit child, he is just a genius in the Yin Tan Valley, if these two go together, Yue Hai will definitely die!"

Looking at the side of the street, the young Confucian student's eyes reflected one scene after another, and he was silent for a while before he said slowly: "I hope that Yue Hai is too dishonest, he has caused us too much trouble, and if he touches something that shouldn't be touched, even if he is a member of the royal family, he will die!"

Sensing the piercing killing intent that burst out of the young Confucian student's body, the guard standing beside him couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Gradually, the young Confucian restrained his killing intent, walked behind the beaded curtain, sat cross-legged on the bed, his breath calmed out, and flipped through the scrolls on the table.

Seeing this, the guards did not dare to step in, and stood at the door through the curtain and saw a foggy shadow.

After a while, the voice of a maid came from outside the door.

"Lord Qiqi, there is a person outside holding the Chen family token, shouting to see your lord. ”

The guards waiting at the door did not dare to report without permission, so they opened the door and asked, "Who is it, and what does it look like?"

Seeing that the person who opened the door was the personal guard of the young Confucian student, the maid was stunned, bowed slightly, and replied: "That person has a tiger's head, and his body is full of blood, and he also carries a big knife. ”

"Broadsword......" the guard pondered.

"By the way, he said his name was Shi Hong. The maid seemed to think of something suddenly, and quickly spoke.

"Shi Hong!"

The guard was startled, and his voice trembled: "Quick, you call him in, the adults have something to ask him!"

As soon as the words fell, the maid answered, she knew the seriousness of the matter, and hurriedly trotted out of the door in a few steps.

And the guard also strode outside the bead curtain for the first time, and said in a low voice: "My lord, Shi Hong has arrived!"

Through the first layer of curtains, the guard saw the figure on the bed in a trance, and then, the voice of the young Confucian inside: "Call him in......"

After a while, the young Confucian walked out of the curtain, still holding a paper fan on the table.

At this time, the door opened from the outside, and Shi Hong, with a big knife behind him, walked in, only to hear a plop, and knelt straight in front of the young Confucian student.

"Shi Hong failed to succeed in the assassination, I beg your lord to forgive me!" Shi Hong said with a guilty face.

"Get up......"

The young Confucian said lightly, the paper fan in his hand moved slightly, only to see a white light flickering, and Shi Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, rose on his knees, and he couldn't fall for half a minute.

At this scene, there was no surprise in the eyes of several people present, you must know that the big knife behind Shi Hong weighs thousands of gold, and it can make a hole when smashed into the ground.

And this young Confucian only waved his hand, and then lifted Shi Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, stiffly, it can be seen that although this person is white and pure, his cultivation is extremely profound.

"Thank you, sir!" Shi Hong hugged his fists.

"Heh, you can come back, it is estimated that Yin Sha has died at the hands of the enemy, I don't blame you, your trip was in a hurry, without the slightest preparation. "Young Confucian Dao.

"Lord Mingjian, Yue Hai's team appeared in the woods as promised according to your plan, and besides, there is indeed more than one body refining cultivator in their team. Shi Hong said.

"I already knew that the Yue family had sent someone to protect Yue Hai again, and it was reasonable for you to fail. The young Confucian shook his head, as if he had foreseen it.

"My lord is not right," Shi Hong was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's not the people of the Yue family who killed the yin. ”

"Not from the Yue family?"

The young Confucian showed a hint of surprise on his face, and asked, "Could it be a monk hired by the Yue family?"

"No, it was a young man under the age of twenty who killed Yin Sha, and he killed Yin Sha just by virtue of his cultivation in the early stage of body refining. Shi Hong recalled the strange scene at the beginning, and felt a little scared.

The young man can still fight back against the Yin Evil after being hit by the Soul Erosion Qi, and he can't help but wonder if the Soul Erosion Qi is rumored.

"Impossible, even if the Yin Sha is a waste, he has also been taught by his master, and besides, he still has the soul erosion qi in their valley in his hand, how could he fall into the hands of the cultivators in the early stage of body refining?" Young Confucian students did not believe it.

Seeing the young Confucian Sheng's face change, Shi Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My lord, that young man's actions in the fight with Yin Sha are extremely strange, as if he can predict Yin Sha's movements in advance, and the magic weapon in Yin Sha's hand erodes the soul qi, and it can't hurt him by half a point. ”

"What, the soul erosion qi is not invaded," the young Confucian suddenly looked stunned, and said, "I really didn't expect him to have such a master under Yue Hai's hands......

The guard next to him asked, "By the way, Shi Hong, do you know what the kid's name is?"

"Gu Xi, I've heard that kid's name, Yue Hai calls him Gu Xi. Shi Hong thought for a moment and replied.

"Gu Xi, surname Gu ......"

The young Confucian squinted his eyes slightly, his face was a little strange, and he ordered: "Quick, you go and check!"

"Yes, sir. The guard hurriedly went out, he naturally knew that the adult asked him to check Gu Xi's news.

"Shi Hong, you can go down too, you were also injured on this trip, take care of your injuries. "Young Confucian Dao.

Shi Hong responded and walked out the door.

Immediately, there was only one young Confucian left in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat cross-legged, and after a cup of tea, the purple air flow surrounded his body.

"Gu Liang, you are already dead, why are you still ghostly, hindering me everywhere," the young Confucian gritted his teeth, his face was full of hideous expressions, "If Gu Xi is your younger brother, I, Chen Bufan, will definitely kill him with my own hands." ”