The evening breeze blows the willows and the night is deep, the moon stars are scarce and sleepless, the huge courtyard, there is only sporadic wind, a long candle burns most of the time, and the sleepiness that comes as scheduled crushes Lu Hanjiang, he gets up from his seat, the two little girls are like frightened rabbits, two red eyes staring at him, big night, it is really a little infiltrating.

Xie Konglou lost when he lost, and he misinterpreted the gambling contract, leaving him with such two troubles.

One big and two small, the three of them looked at each other awkwardly from a distance of four or five steps, Lu Hanjiang glanced at the heavenly machine in his hand, he couldn't cut it with a sword, right?

His idea was just a funny joke, but the little girl's reaction was fierce and terrifying, and I saw that the maid who was still trembling in the daytime seemed to be on the ghost's body for a while, and the short sword in his sleeve slid into his hand, and he stabbed it over.

Lu Hanjiang flipped the heavenly machine in his hand, and only used the scabbard to remove the power of the short sword, he grabbed the maid's neck with his left hand, and pressed it to the table, all the tea sets were swept to the ground, and the other maid exclaimed in surprise, and was immediately frightened and fainted.

How could two girls from the same background with such an obvious gap Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes, looked at the maid who was struggling under her, and asked, "You are not from Qingmeizhuang, who are you?" ”

"Oh, Loose Pie, you-uh!"

Lu Hanjiang was not interested in talking nonsense with her, the strength of his left hand increased little by little, the maid's flushed face gradually began to turn purple, and the color of fear slowly began to appear in the bloodshot pupils, and her two hands were on those fingers that were as hard as iron, but she couldn't move a bit.

"Slow, slow—"

Before the persecution of death, all the dignity, persistence, and arrogance of the little maid were like a joke, and she was like a dying fish on the shore, and that feeble resistance was meaningless.

"I, I am—I'm a disciple of Xuehua Palace!"

After clarifying her identity in one breath, the little maid finally got a chance to breathe, she slipped off the table and fell to the ground, coughing around her bruised neck, her curled body still trembling slightly.

"Seekhwa Palace ......"

It turned out to be a subordinate of the Demon Dao Ice Beauty, Lu Hanjiang squatted down, took the silk handkerchief from the waist of the disciple of the Xuehua Palace, wiped his hands and threw it back to her, and asked, "What is the purpose of the Xuehua Palace sending you here?" ”

"Take away, take away the relics left by Southern Shaolin."

The breathing of this Xuehua Palace disciple is still a little unsmooth, but the meaning of the words is extremely clear, after all, the mission of the sect has been exposed, and the palace master may sentence her to death after she goes back, but if she doesn't say it, then she will have to die now.

Between life and death, she failed to make up an excuse to fool Lu Hanjiang, and now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and after weighing, this Xuehua Palace disciple still decided to gamble on the compassion of his palace master.

"Relic?"

Lu Hanjiang was puzzled by this, Southern Shaolin has been inherited for many years, and there have been countless monks, how many relics should be there, but the Xuehua Palace is full of women who do not want to be bound by secular dogma, what do they want to do?

"What use do you want this relic?" Lu Hanjiang asked directly, although he had already guessed in his heart, this kind of thing, an ordinary disciple should only know one and not know the other.

"No, I don't know."

This is the truth, this disciple is just one of the many ordinary disciples of Xuehua Palace, how could she know the inside story of such an important matter, but in order to survive, she naturally has something to say.

"The palace master sent our sisters and ordered us to sneak into the temple and seize the relics while Southern Shaolin was dealing with Huangfu Yushu."

Lu Hanjiang was speechless, what kind of death do you want to save face Xuehua Palace, and it seems that you are capable of stealing, right?

"How many people did you send?"

"As far as I know, there should be seven or eight sisters besides me, but I don't know in what capacity they infiltrated." As soon as Lu Hanjiang asked, this Xuehua Palace disciple said it as if pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

The secrecy is done well, but-

"Just a few of you, dare to come to Shaolin Temple?"

It's not that Lu Hanjiang looks down on them, Nan Shaolin is also one of the top sects of the righteous path, so he sent so many stinky fish and rotten shrimp, is it that you Xuehua Palace is floating, or is the abbot unable to hold the Zen staff.

"I heard," the Xuehua Palace disciple hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that the Young Palace Master is also here." ”

"......" Lu Hanjiang was silent, so where did these people get their confidence, I really thought that the majesty of Nan Shaolin was muddy.

"I have told everything I know, and I beg the young man to spare the little girl's life." The disciple of Xuehua Palace knelt on the ground, sincere and humble.

Lu Hanjiang was not in a hurry to agree, the corner of his eye swept over the other maid who had fainted before, and said, "This girl just saw you doing it, how to deal with it?" ”

"Don't worry, young man."

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the disciple of Xuehua Palace, and he got up and walked towards the girl on the ground, a chill condensed on his palms, and he slapped the girl's head directly.

In an instant, the girl on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, no longer as weak as a rabbit in front of her, dexterous as a cat, cold as a fox, and pointed at the chest of the disciple of the Xuehua Palace like lightning, and the latter's movements immediately froze in place.

The girl stretched out her hand and stroked the cheek of the Xuehua Palace disciple, and the words that were as soft as water fell on her ears, but they became the voice of the urge.

"Ah Qing, I taught you on the first day you entered the Xuehua Palace, what will happen to those who betray you."

"You are ——!"

The Xuehua Palace disciple's eyes widened and he looked at the girl in disbelief, but the latter gently covered her eyes with his palm, and then slashed her neck with a short sword cleanly before she could cry out for mercy.

"Hmm, hmm......"

The blood-gushing Xuehua Palace disciple didn't last long before she lost blood and died, and the girl covered her eyes full of horror and remorse for her, and then she got up and looked at Lu Hanjiang.

I saw her bend her knees and say softly: "The disciple of Xuehua Palace is not virtuous, let the son see the joke." ”

Lu Hanjiang had a smile on his face, after watching this farce from beginning to end, he tried to guess the identity of this woman: "Xuehua Palace, young palace master?" ”

"Xuehua Palace is exquisite, I have seen Yue Gongzi."

Her remarks can be regarded as recognizing the identity of the young palace master, but Lu Hanjiang didn't expect that the little prince Xie of Qingmei Village would be so lucky, and two maids and girls were dropped.

But I saw her stretch out her hand, gently pull on the side of her cheek, and a thin mask was removed, revealing the bewitching and seductive face of trouble.

Such a peerless beauty is that Lu Hanjiang, and her eyes are hot at the moment.

His heart was like an ant in a hot pot, although he had already realized that this woman was pretending to be dizzy, he never expected that she would have such a powerful disguise technique.

If this craft can be mastered, coupled with his little incomprehensible skills, wouldn't it be like a tiger?