The distant mountains are green, the lake is reflected like a mirror in the sky, the tea smoke is curling, the sound of the piano is soft, Xiao Muchong and Xiao Han look at it from afar, and the painting boat is just like a picture: Chu Yunxiang dyes the dream of the king of Chu, and the picture of Hunan water dissolves the love of Hunan women. Xiao Muchong was a little in a trance, if it was replaced by him and... Well, what a mess, he shook his head and woke up, and then glanced away and stopped looking at the man and the fairy on the boat.

Although Xiao Muchong has clearly ordered the Huoyun Army from the first day of the establishment of the Huoyun Army, when he is not training or attending, he can follow him to fight, open gambling houses, and visit wine shops, but he must not enter and leave the Fireworks and Incense Building, even Xiu Fan, who is in charge of the Tianmu Division, is not allowed, he said, relying on women to obtain information is both shady and shallow, and it is very dangerous, and it will not be a big thing - people who can sell their souls and bodies, what else can not be sold.

But Xiao Han is familiar with the famous flower leaders of the singing and dancing alleys in Huadu. It's not that he's bold enough, it's that he's always looking for someone. The woman on this painting boat has never seen it, and it is fascinating to see the back hair and the frequent lotus steps. After thinking about it, the woman raised her neck to look at the man, and for a moment, Xiao Han felt a little familiar. But he didn't dare to say anything, maybe it was a girl in a building.

After the boat docked, the two left the boat, the man was elegantly higher than the woman, looking at the woman with his eyelids lowered all the way, and the long sleeves flicked the flying insects on the woman's head from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally covering the woman's face, and the two seemed to whisper and smile slowly towards Zhengyang Street. When Xiao Muchong hurriedly walked over and passed by the two of them, several small servants on the boat collided with him and apologized repeatedly, and when they went on the boat to search, there were only two maids and a boatman on the boat. This is the last painting boat on the lake, and it is still not found, Xiao Muchong's eyes are a little gloomy and seem to be mixed with some amazement.

"Eldest sister, this clothes are yours" The little maids disappeared from the smoke, and when the maid left the side of the boat, the boatman chased out of the cabin with a wet set of clothes, passed by Xiao Muchong and walked to the maid, and asked enthusiastically.

The maids were stunned, looked at each other and said, "The boatman, this is not ours, you can deal with it." ”

Xiao Muchong's eyes closed, and he took a step forward and snatched the clothes from the boatman's hands, his sword eyebrows were tightly twisted, his hands clenched his fists and rubbed the clothes, his purple phoenix eyes were bloodied with anger, as if he was happy and annoyed, and squeezed out a few words between his lips gritting his teeth: "Hmph!

"Mother, Yan'er knows it's wrong, don't go into the secluded room, and besides, why do I wear this?" Mu Ziyan wanted to take off the veil while sitting in the carriage back home.

"Shut up. An hour ago, Mrs. Mu, who was talking to Mrs. Leng, heard a report from the secret guard, and there were several more people of unknown origin and extraordinary skills around the Leng Mansion. only to find that Ziyan had been out of the house for half a day and had not returned, but fortunately, Zuo Xin went out of the house to find her who had said goodbye to Yin Chuan, and got into the return carriage.

Until she arrived at the main hall of Mu Mansion, Zi Yan really didn't dare to squeak, wearing a veil, she knelt in front of the hall, her eyes blinked at Zuo Xin: "Sister Xin'er, help!", Zuo Xin didn't move, Mrs. Mu sat solemnly, and only spoke after a long time: "Huadu is not a place for you to mess around, although your light skills and internal strength are acceptable, but you haven't seriously learned a few layers of kung fu from the master, Huadu is a land of tigers and wolves, if you are not careful..."

Thinking that her husband and Sheng'er had not returned from the palace for five days, and that Chifang had suffered another accident, Mrs. Mu looked at Ziyan's eyes and couldn't bear to continue, so she closed her eyes: "Okay, Xin'er, take her to the secluded room." "Don't look at the surprised look in Zi Su's eyes, in fact, if she can, she would rather Zi Yan don't have to understand it in this life. How can a silkworm become a butterfly if it does not become a cocoon, how can a phoenix not be reborn, if she understands one day, what a price it will be.

The heavy stone door moved slowly, and closed with a "bang" behind Zi Yan, Xin'er stood on the steps in front of her and stretched out her arms, and sent out a crossbow arrow with a "whoosh", only to hear the "ding" sound on the wall in the distance, and the originally dark stone room was brightly lit. The four walls of the stone chamber are smooth pure white granite, and the ground is covered with thick and smooth mats, and the huge interior is empty except for an ancient sword on the central stone shelf and a few living utensils.

Following Zuo Xin to the center of the stone room, Zi Yan stood still with a pout, took off the feather-like pale red jade pendant on his neck, and looked at Zuo Xin. This is the second time she has entered the secluded room - she didn't know the time when she was in infancy, Zuo Xin stood there and looked at her seriously: "Ziyan, remember, no matter when you use your life to protect the Red Feather Sword, it will also protect you." ”

"Sister Xin'er" Zi Yan was not used to Zuo Xin's seriousness as if she was facing a great enemy, although her mouth continued to be coquettish, her eyes showed fear. This kind of feeling, she has never experienced it since she was born and has never had the opportunity to experience it, Zuo Xin looked at her and was a little unbearable, smiled and relieved: "It's okay, the princess is also worried about your safety." It's just that this jade can't be mentioned to anyone, you know?"

"Hmm" Zi Yan nodded, recalling the steps Zuo Xin taught her last time, holding the jade pendant in her left hand, and slowly holding the seemingly ordinary ancient sword on the stone frame with her right hand, a golden dragon case on the hilt of the sword came to life, the sword body was out of the sheath and glowed with a mysterious light, Zi Yan only pulled out an inch long and let go, and the tip of her right finger touched lightly on the exposed sword peak, and blood oozed out of her fingers.

She looked at Zuo Xin on the side, Zuo Xin nodded, and she dripped blood onto the piece of jade in her left palm, and the piece of jade suddenly turned into a short sword, and the sword body was translucent and glowed with a faint red light. Zuo Xin looked at Zi Yan with an ignorant face and the short sword in her hand, thinking of the red feather long sword in Murong Yu's hand that glowed with fiery red light, and thought, what kind of fate and what kind of road this is.

With the low sound of the short sword, six or seven Zuo Xin appeared around Zi Yan's body, no, it was a three-dimensional image of Zuo Xin, their hair was tied into a ponytail, all of them were beautiful, but their eyes were full of heroism, so that Zi Yan couldn't tell which one was Zuo Xin himself.

"Look at the moves," Zuo Xin gave an order, and those images attacked Zi Yan from all sides, although it was a phantom, but the moves were different, and the tricks were ruthless, since the last painful lesson, Zi Yan did not dare to slack off, put away all the squeamishness of his daughter on his face, closed his eyes, took his ears as his eyes, held a short sword in his hand, left and right, kicked forward and flashed, fell five times in less than ten rounds, and injured himself once.

"Sister Xin'er, I" Zi Yan struggled to get up from the ground, his sweaty forehead sticking to his hair, his cheeks rubbing blood, and he asked out of breath: "We, when are we going out until we practice?"

"Practice until your short sword grows an inch longer and the red becomes darker. Zuo Xin stood still in front of his chest, and those images also stood still in front of his chest.

"Ahh......h