Wen Qing knew more about the master than them, but it took half a day to find out.

"These poisons and weapons are not from our Dasheng Dynasty, they come from a killer organization outside the border."

Zhuang Siyan looked at him and asked, "You mean, another non-mine race has come to Kyoto City to cause trouble?" ”

"Yes, and looking at their actions last night, it is obvious that it is also related to this incident, or someone invited them to kill people."

Zhuang Siyan was silent for a while before asking, "How much do you know about this killer organization?" ”

Wen Qing said frankly: "Because it is overseas, except for their viciousness and rarely misses, there is not much else to know, but these people are all working for money and will not meddle in things." ”

Zhuang Siyan: "Then can we also take a sum of money and invite their people to come over and help us kill people?" ”

Wen Qing: "......"

After a moment, he asked, "Who do you want to kill?" ”

Zhuang Siyan: "Kill the mastermind behind this matter, no matter who it is, kill him, and the matter will not be over." ”

Wen Qing rolled her eyes: "Eldest sister......"

"Well, now you're finally willing to call me sister, good brother."

Wen Qing: "......"

He suppressed his anger very hard, so that he did not get angry uncontrollably at this time, and then said from the beginning: "You are not the mastermind behind the scenes, who are you asking the family to kill?" They are only responsible for killing, not investigating cases. ”

Zhuang Siyan: "Oh, I know. ”

"You know you still say that?" Wen Qing felt that every time she talked to this woman, she would be half angry to death, but she had to say it.

The two of them were helping Ling Tiancheng investigate these messy things, information sharing was a must, and some things that Zhuang Siyan didn't know would come to him unceremoniously.

It's impossible not to answer, just talking and talking will deviate from the topic and become two people bickering, which is also a headache to think about.

Just like Zhuang Siyan at this time, when he heard his words, he just smiled: "I just asked like that to relax the atmosphere, and I didn't expect anything from you." ”

After speaking, he grabbed a handful of dried fruits on the table and walked outside.

Wen Qing rushed over and told her: "You better go back to the palace, who knows who the killer's ultimate target is, in case ......." ”

Zhuang Siyan didn't look back, his voice was already outside the door: "Is it safe in the palace?" ”

Wen Qing wanted to say anything again, but she all went out of the courtyard.

That idiot doesn't care about this, he can't go, he doesn't have the ability to let him go back anyway, but someone can.

Wen Qing quickly wrote a brief letter and asked someone to send it to the palace.

The killer is in Kyoto City, everyone is in danger, but their lives are fine, Zhuang Siyan is different, if she really has any mistakes, then Ling Tiancheng may be crazy.

Wen Qing's letter illustrates this matter, fully writing the horror of the killer, and also writing about Zhuang Siyan's insecurity.

Ling Tiancheng couldn't sit still when he received his letter that day, threw away the fold in his hand and said, "Li Fu, change clothes, I want to leave the palace." ”

"Huh? Your Majesty, it's getting dark this day, and the palace gate is about to close, why are you going out at this time? ”

Ling Tiancheng glared at him: "Can't I get out of the palace gate when it's closed?" ”

The corner of Li Fu's forehead twitched, he didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly took his clothes and changed them for him.

Ling Tiancheng didn't let him follow, and called two personal Ouchi guards to follow and walked outside the palace together.

To say that Kyoto City has really been turned upside down recently, Wen Qing only knew that there were killers from outside the world who entered Kyoto, but he didn't know that the Kashgar tribe had also escorted Zhuang Changyuan back.

Originally, he was going to report to Ling Tiancheng immediately, but something went wrong halfway, and at this time, Zhuang Changyuan not only did not re-enter the dungeon of the Dasheng Dynasty, but lived in an inn in Kyoto City.

Of course, the people who guarded him didn't give him a chance to escape, but many people were destined to not get their wish tonight.

Ling Tiancheng went to Wen Qing's house first, originally wanting Wen Qing to take him to Zhuang Siyan.

As soon as this girl leaves the palace gate, Ling Tiancheng really doesn't know where she will go, the entire Kyoto City, she is now more familiar than Ling Tiancheng, just nest anywhere, he can't do anything about her.

But Wen Qing was not at home, and when Wen Bo saw him coming, he said respectfully, "Mr. Wen has been out for a while. ”

Ling Tiancheng: "Did he say where to go?" ”

Wember shook his head, saying only that he had taken quite a few people out.

In this way, Ling Tian judged that something might really be wrong outside.

He rushed to Ye Yuanpei's house again without stopping, but he was not there.

Ling Tiancheng went to Zhuang Siyan's mansion one after another, where there were traces of fighting, and there were also a few Wen Qing people guarding outside, but they also didn't find the main character.

Ling Tiancheng stood on the darkening street, not knowing where else to look for it for a while.

He was stunned, but a man hurried past him, and soon disappeared into an inn not far away.

I don't know if it was instinct or premonition, Ling Tiancheng raised his foot and followed the man into the inn, and soon saw Zhuang Changyuan in the inn.

I have to say, he was shocked.

The Kashgar tribe sent a message to him, saying that the people who escorted Zhuang Changyuan would arrive in Kyoto City in a few days, but Ling Tiancheng never expected that the people had already arrived and lived here.

He hid his identity and quietly hid in the shadows, wanting to see what Zhuang Changyuan and they were doing.

At the second watch, there were few people on the street outside, and even the lights in the inn were half turned off.

Ling Tiancheng, who was hiding in the shadows, finally saw a person enter Zhuang Changyuan's room.

The man was dressed in black, and he was very fast, like a meteor in the dark night, and he entered the house in a flash.

Immediately, there was a strange sound inside, and some liquid stuff splashed on the window paper with a "flutter".

Immediately afterwards, the lights in the room also dimmed, and it seemed that all the surroundings were suddenly darkened.

Ling Tiancheng didn't move, if someone came to kill Zhuang Changyuan, he would wait for him to kill Yuan and then arrest him, if he didn't kill him, he wanted to take him with him, he would also wait for them to come out together.

In just a few minutes, the man in black had already come out of the room, and there was a person behind him, it was Zhuang Changyuan.

Ling Tiancheng came out of the shadows and silently blocked the way of the two of them.

The man in black probably didn't know him, so when he saw someone blocking the way, he pushed the knife in his hand sideways.

Zhuang Changyuan's eyes moved, but soon a fierce light flashed inside: "Kill this person." ”

The man in black took two steps forward, almost facing Ling Tiancheng's face.

But Ling Tiancheng still didn't move, but said: "He is a fugitive, you had better put him down, otherwise you will be guilty of the same crime as him." ”

The man in black shook the black cloth on his face, he should have sneered, and raised his knife to slash at Ling Tiancheng's head.

At the same time, Zhuang Changyuan ran forward to find his way.

No one saw how Ling Tiancheng's body changed, only felt that the light and shadow flashed in front of him, and he had already avoided the people who were attacking, and stood firmly in front of Zhuang Changyuan.

Even Zhuang Changyuan was taken aback and stopped to look at him.

At some point, there was already an extra sword in his hand, and the blade was very soft, like a snake, and it shone with a cold light in the night.

Zhuang Changyuan's feet staggered to the side, wanting to avoid the sword, but he didn't want the tip of the sword to follow him like a shadow, changing with him, and stabbed into his chest in the next second.

Zhuang Changyuan was shocked and looked up at Ling Tiancheng again.

Ling Tiancheng didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the sword in his hand, and he sent it forward a few more points.

The whole process happened very quickly, it seemed that it was only a few seconds, and Zhuang Changyuan already had a blood hole on his body.

When the man in black rushed over, he rushed towards Ling Tiancheng again.

Ling Tiancheng was still holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, and when the man came over, his body suddenly joined together, and the person had already stood upside down and dodged the knife.

The body did not fall, and in mid-air, with the strength of the sword body pierced Zhuang Changyuan's body, he turned in one direction and kicked the chest of the man in black.

There was a moment of silence in the scene.

Beads of sweat were already on Zhuang Changyuan's head, his previous arrogance disappeared at this moment, and he staggered a few steps in prostration, leaning against the nearest wall.

Ling Tiancheng's face was covered with frost, and when he saw the black clothes coming back, he had already pulled out the sword that was tied to Zhuang Changyuan's body with a shrunk of his wrist, bringing out a stream of broken flesh and blood, and stabbing it directly into the body of the person.

The skill of the man in black was not in the same rank as Ling Tiancheng, so he hit with one blow and pierced his heart with a sword.

The man had only time to say a word before he fell.

When Ling Tiancheng drew out his long sword, he saw Zhuang Changyuan, who was dragging bloodstains, actually moving forward alone.

The corners of his mouth suddenly showed a plausible smile, and he was not in a hurry, just followed his footsteps and kept following.

This feeling of not killing the opponent, but not letting go of the following, is not only oppressive for the scheming Zhuang Changyuan.

He was in a hurry at the beginning, but no matter how anxious he was, after all, he had injuries on his body, how could he be able to defeat Ling Tiancheng, who was completely good?

And after only walking half a street, Zhuang Changyuan couldn't hold on.

When age is healthy, if it is properly maintained, it is not very visible.

But once there is a problem with the body or mood, the old state will jump out as soon as possible, Zhuang Changyuan does not want to admit that he is also a fifty-year-old person, even if he admits it, he also feels that he is in the prime of life.

If the last operation was successful, he would have been on the throne for another twenty years.

But now, Ling Tiancheng went down with a sword, shattering all his hopes.

He's old, he's bleeding a little, it's not fatal, but he's no longer able to walk.

The long journey and the torture of physical and mental exhaustion before this seemed to come back all at once, and he seemed to enter the time tunnel quickly, and when he came out, his hair was gray and his face was full of wrinkles.

Zhuang Changyuan stopped against the wall, took a rough breath, and then asked Ling Tiancheng, "You want to kill me?" ”

Ling Tiancheng didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

Zhuang Changyuan pulled the corners of his mouth, and there was an expression that he didn't know whether it was a bitter smile or a sneer, but he quickly put it away.

He asked again, "Don't you want to know about Concubine Jiaping?" ”

Ling Tiancheng still didn't speak, his eyes didn't even change, he still looked at the person in front of him coldly, as if he wanted to see from his behavior how many tricks he still had to use.

Zhuang Changyuan propped up the wall behind him with his hands, and leaned to the side before standing up straight.

The wound of the sword wound was on the left chest, not a vital point, and no one could die for a while, but Ling Tiancheng did not show mercy to his subordinates, and the sword body stirred back and forth in it, where the flesh and blood were already blurred.

Zhuang Changyuan knew very well in his heart that if he didn't make blood in time, even if it wasn't critical, he would bleed to death.