Chapter 22: The Purple Assassin
Yu Wenjing lowered his head, and his dark eyelashes covered the light in his eyes: "I...... I want to help you, but I know you won't let me help you, Ah Biao, do what you want, and I will protect you. ”
"Poof, sounds like a fool." Xiao Yang gently pinched Yu Wenjing's face and said, "You can't stop what I want to do, when everything settles, I ......."
"Little lady! Look at it, how beautiful it is! Yulan smiled and came to Xiao Biaode's side, pointed to the stars in the sky, and said, "In Loulan, the priest always says that such a spectacle is a sign that the Heavenly Mother is going to come to Fuze, little lady, when can you go back to Loulan to see." ”
Xiao Biao looked at Yulan, and for some reason remembered Su Ling, Su Ling was not as lively as Yulan, but her heart was as pure as this child.
Xiao Yang said with a smile: "I've had a lot of things lately, and when I'm done, I'll go to Loulan to have a look." ”
If by then, I'm still alive.
The journey of several days was spent in the midst of the ridicule of a few people, and when the ship entered the city, the scenery on that side surprised everyone.
The boat crosses the river, the smoke and rain on both sides of the bank are hazy, like a picture of overlapping ink and water, the people who come and go are soft and soft, and even the shouting at the street entrance is sweet.
It may be an extremely luxurious thing to immerse life in this beautiful picture.
Soon after, a few people disembarked, and Xiao Yang asked, "We have come to Jiangnan with you, what do you need us to do next?" ”
Quit dust and clasp his palms, and said: "Today, let's find an inn to live in, nourish your spirit, and tomorrow the little monk will definitely have something to ask for." ”
Quitting dust is also a rare humility, and there is no demonic nonsense.
Even so, a few people rested in a Jiangnan inn, and the five of them booked three rooms, Yulan and Xiao Yang lived in one, Dongfang Mu and Yu Wenjing lived in one, and the monk Jiechen lived in one by himself.
Yulan fell asleep very early, Xiao Yang couldn't sleep, so she took out some of the information given by Jiechen and looked at it, most of this thick pile of information was written by Jiechen himself, and the records were also very detailed, although I don't know how Jiechen got these things out of the mouths of these flowery girls, but some of them are really useful.
For example, when these women were in the poison of Ugin, they all saw a man in purple appear nearby, and he wandered for a long time, the man wore a mask and wrapped himself very tightly, and these women couldn't even tell whether the man in purple was a man or a woman.
After being poisoned, they will be unconscious for a long time, and when they wake up, they don't know who has been thrown into a deserted area, and there will be a note with the word "Ugin" written on it, as if you don't want these people who have been poisoned by Ugin to die.
Can...... If the previous poisoning wasn't meant to kill, then why?
Could the poison of Ugin in the mute of the palace also be the work of this purple-clothed man, or is it ...... These two things are not related at all.
"Who!"
Xiao Biao sensed something, and looked out of the window like a sharp blade, and not far from the window, there was a person in purple clothes and a purple robe with a mask......
Xiao Biao was startled at first, then immediately pulled out his scimitar, jumped out of the window, stepped forward with light skills, and slashed with a blade, forcing the man in purple to take a step back.
Xiao Biao pointed the blade at the person in front of him and said loudly, "Who are you?" ”
The man didn't speak, but there was an eerie laugh from behind the mask, the laughter seemed to be a man but not a man, a woman and not a woman, it sounded like a man's hair stood on end, Xiao Biao couldn't care so much, and directly stepped forward, the scimitar turned over a perfect arc in his hand, and slashed at the chest of the man in purple.
The purple-clothed man didn't move, letting Xiao Biao cut it, and the blade slashed without moving, Xiao Biao realized that "This kung fu is an iron cloth shirt." ”
The smile never stopped, but became more harsh, and in an instant, a lot of purple-clothed people appeared in the dark corners around them, each of them holding a strangely shaped dagger, facing Xiao Biao like a ghost.
I saw that the purple-clothed man who came out first suddenly raised his hands high, raised them above his head, and roared in a hoarse voice: "Kill her!" ”
The purple-clothed man next to him rushed towards Xiao Biao like a rabbit, Xiao Biao's eyes were full of murderous aura, no matter how many people had seen it, she was already fearless.
Xiao Yang smiled loudly and said, "Okay, it's just right, no matter who you are, I'll take you today!" ”
Xiao Biao's figure flowed between the purple-clothed people, and each of the golden scimitars fell in the fatal place, and in an instant, blood flew sideways, like silk brocade, soaking her blood-red clothes.
If the battlefield has taught her anything, it must be: how to face thousands of troops with one man and one blade.
See blood, seal the throat.
That's all.
But the martial arts of these purple-clothed people are not too weak, and they are all fighting for their lives, although Xiao Biao has the upper hand, he will inevitably suffer some minor injuries.
Finally, the sound of fighting on the eaves alarmed Yu Wenjing and Dongfang Mu, the two wanted to come out to see the excitement, but found that Xiao Yang was fighting with the man in purple, Yu Wenjing even though he drew his long sword and rushed up, Dongfang Mu did not rush up, but watched from the sidelines.
Dongfang Mu is a very wise person, he knows that although he has achieved light skills, he is still much inferior to ordinary Jianghu dead soldiers in martial arts, and he is only dragging his feet when he goes up.
When those purple-clothed people saw that someone had joined in, they were like puppets, they stopped together, and looked at the original purple-clothed man in unison, only to see that the original purple-clothed man began to laugh again, and then took a step back and disappeared into the darkness, and the remaining purple-clothed people rushed towards the two people like crazy.
"Ah Biao be careful!" Yu Wenjing picked one person away with a sword and protected Xiao Biao behind him, but Dongfang Mu on the side was a little dumbfounded, he put this "Ah Biao" in his heart and pondered it repeatedly for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more terrible he felt......
These purple-clothed people rushed over so quickly, it seemed that they were trying to let the purple-clothed man who lured Xiao Biao out, and once he escaped, they fell down one after another like puppets with broken strings, and if you look closely, they should have committed suicide by taking poison.
Xiao Yang took off the mask of one of them and said, "These are dead soldiers, they won't leave a living mouth at all, Qu Liu's family background is innocent, and he will definitely not provoke these things in the past, so these people may be coming for Ugin, or they may be ...... Coming to the monk, hiss......"
Xiao Yang only noticed the wound on his body after he rested, and Yu Wenjing immediately said nervously: "You...... You're hurt, go and bandage it. ”
"It's a little injury, it's not in the way." Xiao Yang waved his hand and said, "Dongfang Mu, you have been watching from the side just now, and you can see what the doorway is. ”
Dongfang Mu smiled, swallowed the salutation he heard just now back into his stomach, pretended that nothing happened, and said, "I can see something, the martial arts used by the leader seem to be the golden bell jar, but in fact, ...... It should be the Ma family's own mastery announced to the public some time ago-Rock Gong, and the purple-clothed man should have used the ghost shadow step of the Dongfang family when he escaped. ”
Xiao Yang frowned and asked, "Ma family? Which horse family is it? ”
If Xiao Yang remembers correctly, Xiao Yue's mother's surname is Ma Mingyuan, and she is also a person with a bit of a Jianghu background......