While Ouyang Zheng and others were competing for the little poem, the boat that Yang Ye was riding went straight down the river and soon crossed the boundary of Xiangzhou.

After a while, the river in front of me widened and the current gradually calmed down.

And on the water, there are also all kinds of busy boats.

The man who supported the boat was called Wang Qi, although he was born with five big and three rough, he was extremely honest.

Along the way, just be careful and rarely speak.

Yang Ye and Tang Fanfan sat in the canopy, closing their eyes and recuperating, thinking about things in their hearts.

"Yang Ye, the girl who was going to kill you last night, do you remember who she is?"

Tang Fanfan opened his eyes, glanced at the lively boats on the river, and suddenly asked.

There are still at least five days away from Yulin City, and now Yang Ye's safety is tied to her, she naturally doesn't want anything to happen on the road.

When Yang Ye heard this, he shook his head, his eyes flashed slightly, and said, "I shouldn't know it, maybe it's someone I've seen somewhere before, who looks a little similar to her." ”

"Then why did she let you go?"

Tang Fanfan said with a puzzled face: "At that time, as long as she had a little momentum, you would die, and at the speed she had when she left last night, I couldn't catch up with her at all." ”

"Perhaps, she knows me. ”

Thinking of the moment of life and death at that time, the jade flute in the girl's hand suddenly stagnated, and the killing intent suddenly subsided, and Yang Ye's heart also felt a little confused.

Tang Fanfan was puzzled by his words, and said, "Then you didn't see her cultivation?"

Yang Ye smiled bitterly, with a look of palpitation on his face, and said: "That person's skills are weird, the speed is very fast, and she doesn't show the slightest fluctuation of breath, I don't even know that she is a cultivator and a martial artist." ”

Tang Fanfan suddenly frowned and said, "In this way, that person is not a simple cultivator. Most likely, a killer with a long training. ”

"Killer?"

Yang Ye was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly remembered what Lei Xiaolian had said when he went to Tang Jingtian's house yesterday.

"Sister Pink. You should be guessing right. ”

A cold glint flashed in Yang Ye's eyes, and he said, "That should be the killer Lei Ming found." ”

"That's true. ”

Tang Fanfan's face became solemn, and he said, "Then after they missed last night, they will definitely not give up." Now while you are on the way to Yulin City, you will definitely do it. ”

"Yang Ye. ”

Thinking of this, she suddenly said: "Let's try not to go ashore to eat these days, I brought some dry food, let's eat it first, and when we get to Yulin City, it should be safe." ”

Yang Ye was silent for a moment. Nodding.

It's not time to take revenge now, the Lei family is powerful, and it's definitely not something he can compete with now.

can only wait for his own fame to be known and make meritorious contributions to the imperial court. When you get an official position, you can compete with them.

And if the cultivation can be promoted, it will be easier to kill them.

Therefore, the top priority now is to rely on the competition, condense the literary spirit, and seize the time to cultivate.

There is no strength. Everything is utopian.

"Yang Ye, your flute is damaged, I don't have a magic weapon on me now, only a treasure, if you encounter an emergency, you must not leave my side. You know what?"

Tang Fenfan reminded.

"Hmm. ”

Yang Ye nodded, and always felt a little strange in his heart at the glimpse of the mysterious girl last night.

The boat is smooth and moving fast.

......

When night falls, the hall of the Red Flower Pavilion. Brightly lit.

On the high platform, Mu Honghua was dressed in red, reclining on the bench, and her cold eyes flashed with a touch of murderous intent.

Under the stage, dozens of high-level executives of the headquarters stood with their heads bowed and respectful, feeling apprehension.

"Yinxue, let her in. ”

After a long silence, Mu Honghua sat up straight and suddenly spoke.

The voice was cold, but with a hint of chill.

The girl was dressed in white, still holding the emerald green jade flute in her hand, her expression was calm and cold, and she walked in slowly.

She bowed to the stage and stood aside.

"Get on your knees!"

Mu Honghua suddenly snorted coldly, her eyes flickered, and she stared at her coldly.

The girl stood still, motionless.

The atmosphere in the field froze instantly.

Those high-level people in black robes were terrified, and secretly gave the girl a look.

However, the girl's expression was cold, and she still didn't make any moves.

"Smack!"

Mu Honghua slapped the chair, stood up suddenly, looked at her with a gloomy expression, her face changed for a while, and Fang said with a hint of anger: "Tell me, why did this mission fail?"

The girl was silent for a few breaths and said, "There is a woman beside him, who is in the realm of literature. ”

"Joke!"

When Mu Honghua heard this, she immediately sneered and said, "Do you think we didn't inquire about that person's situation?"

"That woman didn't sleep in the same room with him at all, and with your skills, you could definitely kill the boy without alerting her. ”

"Hmph, but you returned in vain, causing my reputation to be damaged by the Red Flower Pavilion, you say, why?"

Mu Honghua's face was cold, and she hated it.

The girl bowed her head and fell silent.

"Don't you say yes?"

Mu Honghua squinted at her, the corners of her mouth suddenly showed a touch of ruthlessness, and with a touch of wrist, she took out a scarlet iron whip.

"You didn't complete the task, you should have been punished, and now you are disobedient to me, the pavilion master, then I can't spare you!"

With that, she stretched out her hand and shook it, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the long whip was like a poisonous snake, rushing towards the girl, turning directly, and whipping loudly on the girl's back.

Suddenly, a hideous blood mark appeared.

The girl's brows frowned slightly, her body remained motionless, and she still did not speak.

"Okay, it seems that you think I am reluctant to hit you, do you?"

Mu Honghua sneered, the corners of her mouth showed a hint of mockery, the iron whip in her hand shook, and hit the girl's back again.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

A series of ten crisp and rapid whiplashes rang out in the silent hall.

Those black-robed men trembled with their legs, silent, and lowered their heads tightly, even stopping their breathing in fright.

The girl bit her lip lightly, and stood still, still unmoving.

On her back, however, her clothes were torn, her whip scars were scarred, and her flesh was blurred.

Mu Honghua's face was pale, and she looked at her hatefully, her body trembling slightly because of anger.

"The pavilion master is angry, Miss she ......"

A black-robed young man, who struggled for a long time in his heart, finally stood up, and was just about to speak to persuade when a whip shadow suddenly flew in, "snapped", and slapped on his chest.

The young man's face changed, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing in fear.

"This is the first and last time, if anyone dares to speak for her in the future, I will immediately take his life!"

Mu Honghua glanced coldly at those people in the hall, and said with murderous intent on her face.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and cold sweat was dripping.

......