Qin Shaoyu is the only son of Qin Chuan, whether it is character and knowledge, or mental martial arts, he is outstanding in the same family. However, after all, he is still young, his experience in the rivers and lakes is still shallow, and he is easy to act impulsively and does not think about it.

Zuo Boliang was deceived this time, although he was confused, Qin Shaoyu thought that he also had an unshirkable responsibility. If he hadn't been like Zuo Boliang, who wanted to avenge his aunt, he wouldn't have been so gullible and agreed to take action without asking clearly.

In retrospect, with the methods that Mu Dian could show in the deep alley, he would never be forced into the alley without the power to fight back.

Mu Dian didn't want to hurt people, most of them still looked at Qin Chuan's face, and didn't want to have a bad relationship with the Qingcang faction. If it weren't for that, it would be impossible for him to get out of the way.

Qin Shaoyu understood Qin Chuan's hard work.

Qin Momei is Qin Chuan's sister-in-law, so Qin Chuan doesn't want to take revenge.

However, the enemy is strong and I am weak, if the entire Qingcang Sect is dragged in for his own personal vendetta, he can only cause more innocent disciples to lose their lives.

Therefore, after Qin Chuan learned the bad news of Qin Momei's sudden death, he arranged everything behind him and went to Gusu to seek revenge. And strictly ordered the disciples in the sect not to seek revenge from the Ming Palace no matter what happened.

He knew he couldn't do it. But as a brother, you can't do it.

His father was so bitter that instead of understanding, he thought he was acting cowardly. On the other hand, he was impulsive, fell into a full set, and almost buried the lives of more than a dozen brothers in the same sect.

What's more, if he really killed Mu Dianke this time, angered Jin Yanchen, and thus affected the Qingcang faction to be frantically retaliated by the Ming Palace, it would really be a hard work to live up to his father's forbearance.

Qin Shaoyu thought about this and was ashamed.

He thought to himself, those black-clothed men were martial arts and well-trained, and they were definitely not ordinary killers.

The person behind the layout has such a skill, and it may not be the help of more than a dozen people from the Qingcang faction, so why did he use the name of Yan Wei to bring the Qingcang faction into this battle?

Didn't he want to use the hands of the Qingcang faction to kill Mu Dianke, so that the Qingcang faction and the Ming Palace would completely form a feud, forming a lose-lose situation?

How sinister intentions!

The more Qin Shaoyu thought about it, the more frightened he became, pushed the door out, and was about to discuss the matter with the disciples in the sect, when he suddenly felt that there was wind in front of him, and instinctively reached out and grabbed a feather arrow.

The arrow was supposed to be shot with insufficient strength, and when it flew up the corridor, it was already exhausted, staggering, and almost falling.

Qin Shaoyu grabbed it casually, and it was effortless to catch it.

At the end of the arrow is a letter tied to the silk, the ink is hearty, and the flying is fierce: Woe to you tonight, prevent everything from entering the nose.

Qin Shaoyu looked up, and the roof tiles on the opposite side were lacquered, and the willows were green, and there was nothing unusual.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and went to Zuo Boliang's house.

Seeing Qin Shaoyu go far away, Chang Qi poked his head out from behind the roof and shouted at Mu Dianke excitedly: "How is it?" What do you think? I'm shooting pretty accurate, right? ”

"Okay."

The accuracy is good, but the arm strength is too weak. If Qin Shaoyu hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed a handful, the letter would have fallen into the patio.

Mu Dian didn't say this, and remembered Yaoxin's words for no reason: "The girl is iron-clad, with excellent liver and gall, and her subordinates are compared to you, of course she is not a hero."

I didn't care about it at the time, but now I think about it. As a woman, she dislikes Chang Qi's arm strength is too weak, isn't it good?

Where did Chang Qi know Mu Dianke's thoughts, and he got her sentence of "okay" that was not salty or light, and he felt very disappointed. Seeing Mu Dian Kefei flying off the roof, he hurriedly slid down the ladder, chased after him and asked, "What are we going to do now?" ”

Not to mention, the first time he did this, it was quite good, and he was a little unsatisfied.

Mu Dian Ke said: "Go back to Huairentang and ask the good master for help." ”

In the middle of May and summer, although there is already a sense of Yan Yan in the daytime, it is still cool at night.

An owl perched on the branch of an old locust tree in the patio, its yellow eyes hanging motionless in the night, looking at the extraordinary. Occasionally, a summer insect squeaked or two, making the night more and more dead silent.

A black butterfly flew over the roof and into the inn.

The second, the third

Light and fluttering, like a spirit in the night.

A disciple of the Qingcang Sect behind the window with a blank expression on his face, "Senior Uncle, here." ”

As the silk book says, disaster has come tonight.

None of the disciples of the Qingcang Sect had ever slept and gathered in Qin Shaoyu's room, closely watching the movements in the night.

The black-winged butterfly is pitch black, blended in with the night, and its movements are silent and imperceptible.

But for those who are attentive, it is not difficult to spot.

Especially for those who practice martial arts, the power of eyes and ears is more sensitive than ordinary people. The disciple who stood by the window was known for his eyesight.

Zuo Boliang was the oldest and had the most knowledge, and as soon as he heard the disciple's description, he immediately knew that the butterfly was the butterfly raised by the "Wind Chime" Shi Qiandie, one of the four major under the seat of the Palace Master of the Blood Bell Palace. He gestured to stop the disciples of the Qingcang Sect who were about to draw their swords, and instructed everyone to hold their breath and leave when the black butterfly was coiled between their mouths and noses, and then they cleaned their faces with the well water prepared in advance.

Fearing that there would be a lingering incense, everyone put on the masks that had been prepared in advance with a filter layer sewn on, and prepared to stop, each drawing his sword and crouching in all corners of the house.

After a while, I heard a noise overhead.

Three or four men in black stepped on the tiles and landed lightly on the corridor outside the door. The leader gestured, and several people split up and ran towards different rooms.

The man in black rushed to the rooms where the disciples of the Qingcang Sect were staying, so it could be seen that he had done his homework in advance and came prepared.

The black-clothed leader pulled out his sword, inserted it into the crack of the door, gently picked it up, pulled out the door bolt, and entered Qin Shaoyu's room with his hands and feet lightly.

Even though he saw the black butterfly go and return with his own eyes, and the success was complete, the black-clothed leader, out of the caution cultivated by years of carrying out the task, was still not careless, and walked with his sword, and his body and steps became a strict defensive position between his steps.

At the beginning of the month, the first quarter moon is not full, and a wisp of light shines in front of the door, and the furnishings in the room are only hazy and faint.

The man in black walked slowly to the bed, and saw that the quilt was bulging, and it was vaguely a curled up human figure. This kind of trick can only deceive those young people who have just entered the rivers and lakes, and it is too immature to deceive him. The man in black clenched the hilt of his sword and turned around sharply, only to see more than a dozen figures walking out of the shadows at the same time.

"Who are you? Who sent you? Qin Shaoyu asked in a deep voice.

The man in black frowned, although he didn't know why the simple-minded wastes of the Qingcang Sect would take precautions, but the fact that the matter was revealed was already a fact.

With the help of butterflies, he did not have many people on this trip, and once he handed it over, he had no chance of winning, so he could only strike first.

While Qin Shaoyu was asking, the black-clothed man burst out like a fierce beast, and suddenly slashed out his sword and attacked the two Qingcang Sect disciples in front of him.