Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the window, enveloping it in a cloud of misty rain.

Under the sneering and swaying lights, Chen Zhuo's cold and white face was reflected.

Seeing that he didn't respond immediately, but was thinking about it seriously, the woman paced to the window, "There are many people in this world who are thinking about the relics of the previous dynasty openly and secretly, maybe it won't be long before the Qing Dynasty is gone, the world is in chaos, the heroes are divided, those treasures are enough to tear the earth and seal the king, sometimes even I can't help but be tempted, so ......"

It rained so hard outside the window.

The woman looked at the rainy night with sporadic lights outside, "Every step is dangerous, you have to think about it, it's still too late to turn back, I don't ...... do anything."

"That's it!"

Chen Zhuo scolded, rolled his eyelids, and listened impatiently.

"It's all nonsense...... I tell you, since she gave me her body, she is my woman, no one in heaven and on earth can bully her, I have to protect her, this is what a man should do, and it is not your turn to point fingers. Besides, I'm not sure of your identity, so I don't need to say too much, as for the position of the great protector, you don't need to provoke me, I'll take it! ”

He said it well.

Chen Zhuo finished speaking in one breath and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, "I agreed to your conditions, and I also have a condition." ”

The woman met Chen Zhuo's gaze, "You say! ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes burned and said: "My master Wang Wu and master Cheng Tinghua, if they encounter life and death dangers, the White Lotus Sect members need to be saved by him and sacrifice their lives to save each other. ”

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, "It seems like two?" ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes immediately became gloomy, "No? ”

The woman pretended to think about it seriously, "I think the Great Dharma Protector can give orders by himself. ”

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath, "What should I do?" ”

The woman said softly: "Don't worry, you need to set up an incense hall to join the church, worship the unborn old mother, and you need to vote for a certificate to be recognized by the sect, since you want to kill the iron hat king, use his head." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyelids twitched, "When?" ”

The woman squinted her eyes and looked at him, "Now?" ”

Chen Zhuo sneered, "Okay! I'll bring you back Feng Jianqing's head with me! ”

After he finished speaking, he flew and pounced, twisted his waist, and picked up the gladiatorial hat of the table, and the person had climbed out of the window like a swimming fish, and climbed to the roof in a blink of an eye, kicking and jumping, flying into the depths of the rain curtain.

The woman's eyes were in a trance, as if she remembered something, and said slowly: "You guys should follow, this kid is really going to break, that girl has to fight with me...... If you can fight, you will fight, and if you don't fight, you will bring him back. ”

"Yes!"

Several figures flashed outside the door, and soon disappeared again.

……

Prince Yi's palace has changed its owner three times, and Prince Yi is the fourth generation owner of this mansion, and it is also the largest palace in the entire capital, second only to the imperial palace, after nearly two hundred years of ups and downs.

In this way, it is necessary to talk about this Prince Yi.

Regardless of anything else, just one sentence, it was this person who pushed the Queen Mother of the West to the throne of "listening to politics with a curtain" in one fell swoop.

Then he ascended to the sky and became the thirteenth iron hat king of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, hereditary replacement.

It is rumored that this person was originally a prince who lived in the people, and after being recovered, he was trained by the Qing court elders, not only proficient in the words of the Manchu, Mongolian, and Han tribes, but also good at poetry and writing, fine riding and shooting, and can be described as an all-round talent in civil and military affairs. He is also proficient in internal kung fu, likes to make friends in the rivers and lakes, martial arts masters, long-sleeved and good at dancing, works in scheming, and the city is very deep.

Unlike those new parties who supported the reform, this person was a conservative, or only loyal to the Empress Dowager.

Over the years, his subordinates have cultivated and recruited many dead soldiers, either as Dakou or as death row prisoners, erasing their names and surnames, secretly doing things for the imperial court, and doing some unsightly deeds, which is the right-hand man of the Empress Dowager of the West.

If the capital is a big river and lake, then this Prince Yi's palace is the real Longtan Tiger's Den.

Once upon a time, there were many people who wanted to assassinate this fang, but whenever they entered, there was no entry or exit, no one was alive, and no corpse was dead.

Suddenly, on the corner of the eaves bucket arch, suddenly saw a figure like a flying ape soaring into the air, jumping out of the misty rain curtain, the body is dexterous and vigorous, but as soon as he landed, he sat quietly in the rain like an ape, and did not see any movement.

Under the lowered edge, a pair of narrow knife eyes gently swept across the huge palace, as quiet as a stone beast carved on the roof.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

Not long after, I suddenly heard the sound of a gong in a corner of the palace.

"It's out of the water!"

Listen to the shouts of the subordinates.

Lights were lit up one after another in the palace.

Many servants and maids rushed to the direction of the gong with wooden basins.

With a flicker of his eyes, Chen Zhuo had already seen a familiar figure from a half-hidden window.

"Feng Jianqing?"

In the next second, the figure on the roof disappeared.

"What's going on out there?"

Feng Jianqing's eyes were indifferent, and his face was gloomy as water.

The attendant guarding the door replied, "It's water! ”

Feng Jianqing immediately stopped asking, but he couldn't sleep anymore, to be precise, he hadn't slept peacefully during this time.

Since betraying the White Lotus Sect, he is now worse than a lost dog, he is terrified, he has to be on guard against anyone he sees, day and night, for fear that a dark knife will be pierced in the back, and the whole person will go crazy.

A person with an extremely high status in the sect like him certainly knew more about the horrors of the White Lotus Sect than others.

It's like a shadow in the sun, everywhere.

The peddlers and pawns on the street, the refusal to pay the literati, and even the officials of the imperial court, all of whom have the ears, eyes and eyes of the White Lotus Sect, have buried one dark stake after another, which can be described as the hands and eyes of the sky.

But regret is useless, and besides, if he becomes a king or loses, he will not regret it.

Feng Jianqing slowly closed his eyes.

Just in the next second, the doors and windows suddenly opened, the wind and rain poured in, and the lights went out instantly.

Feng Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes, and was about to speak, his face changed drastically, in the dark and rainy night, the attendant guarding the door had lost his head at some point, his neck was empty, and a hot and bloody blood was carried in along the wind and rain.

Looking at the headless body falling to the ground, his pupils shrank sharply, just because there was a terrifying sword light that flew in with the wind and rain, and the flying whirlwind turned sharply, and the kung fu was already in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Feng Jianqing subconsciously raised his hand to shake the whip, the long whip was like a python, biting towards the round of knife light.

I didn't want the whip shadow to fall, and the sword light in front of me was split into two, and while spinning and flying, the speed was even more urgent, approaching.

Feng Jianqing was taken aback, but in the end, it was the old rivers and lakes, he fought backwards, retreated again and again, and in a blink of an eye, he was already sticking to the wall like a gecko.

At the time of the trigger, a pair of big hands flew into the house, taking advantage of his surprise, holding five fingers and grabbing the knife in his hand.

In the wind and rain, the two looked at each other, close at hand.

"It's you kid!"

Feng Jianqing was shocked in his heart, and wanted to shout out this sentence loudly, but he could only swallow his breath at the moment, and swallowed back into his stomach along with the words that came to his mouth, and the layers of sword light in front of him turned sharply.

A quick knife, a fast knife that forgets life and death.

Feng Jianqing swallowed his breath, and blood almost appeared in his eyes. He didn't expect that after more than half a year, this son's skills could reach such a point, no matter the timing of the shot or this knife technique, it was simply terrifying.

With a roll of the long whip, Feng Jianqing had no way to retreat, and the whip shadow broke through the air and roared, shattering the incoming wind and rain.

It's just that the expression in his eyes is rapidly dimming, and the flying long whip in his hand actually breaks into several knots at some point.

Without that monkey, his strength was greatly reduced.

The light of the knife suddenly stopped, the figure flew back, and when I looked again, there was only a headless body left in the room.