He could have gone down and caught up with the girl at once, though that would have meant exposing himself in a thin disguise to the public.

He really had this impulse for a while, because this matter was so bad, as long as he grabbed this helper and told her everything that should be said - the old man is hiding upstairs, please organize someone to drag him, Pei Ye has already gone to report to the official - what he can do is done.

He had just experienced the feeling of having a companion face a strong enemy, and it was really not a good feeling to drag his injured body to bear this pressure alone.

But Yang Yan still didn't move.

He held down the steps he wanted to take, refusing to take any chances.

Just go up and say a few words, maybe no one remembers, maybe no traces, he can only appear for a short time. In short, as long as you gamble, this matter can be solved perfectly!

The boy carefully cleared these thoughts out of his mind one by one.

Wolves not only have ferocious bestiality, but also have enough patience and calmness.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not to take this risk.

He has always guarded his disguised identity well, and he needs it to be innocent and must not be stained with blood.

So far, only Pei Ye had penetrated his disguise - he had told him that name, because he had already seen his face on the mountain at that time.

Another hidden danger is the knife that just went out of the building, which was seen by many people from afar.

But these are all things that have to be done, and now that the choice is back in his hands, he will never leave anything to chance, let alone break the can.

The boy's cheeks stiffened, his teeth tightened, and he watched as the yellow robe faded away, and he slowly moved back, retreating into the shadows.

Anyway, I've always faced it alone, but it's just another solo effort.

Yang Yan held down the broken rib in his abdomen, preventing it from being shaken by his body, and ran back with a bow.

Returning to the window in the west of the building again, he first looked into the distance, but did not see the old man leaving, and then gently sat his aching body on the floor.

Yang Yan knew that he had been away for a short time, after all, he hadn't spoken to the girl.

He frowned and looked out the window, thinking about his current situation.

For him, to leave the cloaked old man alone, he had to solve one of the two problems mentioned above—either he had the power to block or he had the ability to call.

Stop him. Yang Yan thought in his heart. The old man walked out of the building, drew his sword and flew down, and this train of thought came to an abrupt end. Not to mention that he could survive under the old man, he only said that if he wanted to use a knife in front of everyone, he might as well go back and find the girl in yellow.

And the call. Just now, under his roar, the scene of dozens of people being silent is still present.

This is a dead end, if he can solve these two things, why bother to find Li Yiqing?

The young man grabbed his hair a little irritably, lowered his head and twisted his neck, and his eyes suddenly fixed on several large vat beside him.

A smell of lacquer crept into my nostrils.

However, it was said that the place where Yang Yan was staying was the warehouse at the end of the building, where he could avoid his ears and eyes, and could observe the entry and exit of pedestrians downstairs, which was an excellent hiding place. The warehouse is naturally not empty, in addition to many sundries, the most conspicuous are the large tanks on the right side of the door.

Yang Yan got up and walked over, and as soon as he lifted the cover, the strong smell of tung oil lacquer immediately gushed out, which was the material used to paint and repair the Moon Tower.

Yang Yan looked at these cylinders of brightly colored paint in a daze, and a wild idea appeared in his mind - what if he "marked" the old man?

If you can pour a vat of paint on him. He didn't have to be busy blocking him anymore, because even if he left Bowang Garden, he couldn't disappear without a trace for a short time; I don't have to pursue a call anymore, even if those martial artists in the garden react slowly, they won't lose the trace of the old man when they rush over.

He didn't have the ability and conditions to catch the old man's tail in such a very short time, but he could prolong the time it took for the old man to disappear.

Give him a little stumbling!

Yang Yan's eyes gradually brightened, and he paced a few steps left and right in the warehouse, but the problem now was how to splash this paint on the old man.

Waiting on the third floor, the old man poured it on his head as soon as he went out?

This kind of trick Yang Yan himself will not be tricked.

The true qi of the Seven Beings cultivator has been able to leak out, and although the degree of subtlety of control varies from person to person, it is a very basic means to erect a barrier so that the wind cannot enter and the water cannot splash in. Even if the old man didn't dodge or dodge, this jar of things might not be able to touch him, let alone the reaction and ghostly speed of the awakening.

To splash this dye on him, it must be an opportunity for him to be caught off guard for a short time. Yang Yan's heart moved, didn't he just move this tank to the door in advance?

In order to avoid hearing and seeing, the old man would not have jumped in a high-profile manner, most likely to quietly go out from the door and window at an opportune time, walk on the ground, and when he saw it upstairs, he jumped down and shattered the vat with a sword. The splash of the explosion was ten times faster than the speed of the pouring, and it would be even more difficult for the old man to get out of it again.

This plan is crude and effective, but time waits for no one, Yang Yan thought about it, and glanced at the warehouse, and there were stacked miscellaneous uniforms next to it, which was the sleepiness to send a pillow, he immediately pulled out a set of three or two to change it, and then held a large vat with both hands.

Worried that the old man was also observing the scene here, Yang Yan came to the staircase and called two panicked servants.

"Let's take a hand! Get this jar down and use it for a while! ”

In fact, this statement is inexplicable, the wall of the building has just broken such a tragic hole, and it can't be repaired at all in six or seven days, how can you be in a hurry to paint? But in this environment of confusion, as long as you speak confidently, then you are right.

The two servants only thought that they had missed something, and before their minds could turn, their bodies had already carried them together.

Three Mai, dressed in the same uniform and similar height, carried the jar to the door on the first floor.

"Do you want to lift it again?"

"One more tank!" Yang Yan waved his hand, and the three of them moved down to another cylinder.

There were still three cylinders left in the warehouse, but there was no need for them, Yang Yan sent the two away, looked at the layout downstairs, and held the sword in his hand.

He stood still, and something about it began to brew in him again.

As soon as the old man appeared at the door, the sword would explode in the vat, and the loud sound would surely attract the attention of many people, and he would shout "The one with the paint on his body is the murderer!" ”

Although I can't help but get colored, as long as I can get out, I can go back to the third floor to change this clothes immediately. To be able to change the disguise is to blend in with the crowd.

Yang Yan thought about it with a smile, and his mind suddenly froze.

Has the old man also changed his outfit?

He is more convenient than himself, because he wears a cloak from beginning to end!

Just like he did in that restaurant, he only needs to find a random customer to faint and change into clothes, and he can leave calmly!

Of course, I still know him, I know that face, and if he walks out of the downstairs, he will never miss it.

But here's the important thing. If the other party dresses up, will they really choose the sparsely populated Simon?

He walked out with the flow of people and left through the main entrance on the east side, who would recognize him?

As soon as this possibility came to mind, it was no longer easy to contain, and intuition, a certain intuition, told the young man that the old man had chosen this method!

No wonder he felt that he had been in the building for a long time Yang Yan finally glanced downstairs, and the arrangement he had worked so hard to arrange seemed very ridiculous at this time, but at this time he didn't even have time to rise in a ridiculous mood, so he rushed out of the door, came to the east side of the building, and slammed open the window.

My heart was empty.

In the square of the east gate, people were walking out in an endless stream, and suddenly there was such a fight that most of the guests wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

I don't know how long this process has been going on.

Bowangyuan has neither the ability nor the position to stop people, and in fact they don't want to do it at all.

Not to mention what to do if the murderer is leaked, that is a matter for the government. And where is there a murderer? - There were no dead people at all.

Yang Yan's heart was as cold as ice, and he was deeply annoyed by his stupidity and sluggishness—maybe when the old man walked away, he was still there to cleverly call people to lift the tank.

The promise seemed to have been invalidated, and in desperation, Yang Yan gritted his teeth and wanted to chase after him directly, maybe he could still see a back on the street.

Although there were many eyes and ears below, he had changed his attire by this time, and no one cared much about a small handyman.

He didn't want to be observed, "Oh, this is the man who just fought", rather than being completely afraid to make contact with the eyes of others.

But he was worried that the old man hadn't left yet, and when he left, he would miss it.

But if he doesn't chase him, what if he goes farther and farther?

Yang Yan pursed his lips tightly and gritted his teeth.

At this moment, a figure merged into the flow of people below, causing his eyes to light up and his heart to rise suddenly.

Old thief!!

Sure enough, he had changed into an ordinary brocade robe, and his cloak had been taken off. Although he covered his head with an umbrella, Yang Yan didn't have to look at his appearance, he could already recognize this figure at a glance.

Ha! He hasn't had time to leave yet!

But. It has been more than four or five feet away from the Moon Catching Tower.

Where is he going to move another vat of paint? And how did it get on him?

In a few breaths, the mood suddenly rose and fell, Yang Yan held the door frame tightly with his hand, and was about to shout out loudly first.

But this shout must be a startling snake, although Li Yiqing and they will rush over immediately, this person will definitely jump out of the garden faster and lose a trace.

How is it good?

Yang Yan was anxious, thousands of thoughts were surging in his heart, he looked at the figure in a daze, and the oil-paper umbrella was covered from above and even his shoulders were shrouded in it.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in his heart.

At the same time, having forgotten to manage his gaze, the old man had noticed his straight gaze, stopped and turned around, and looked up.

Before seeing this unmistakable face, Yang Yan's anxious expression had converged in advance, revealing a look of surprise.

At this time, when the old man's eyes looked over, Yang Yan seemed to have been peeked into the secret in his heart, his face turned pale, and he took a step back.

The old man's body seemed to tense, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Yang Yan seemed to see an evil tiger in a rabbit, and directly turned around and fled in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, the people upstairs were gone, only the window sash was shaking slightly.

Looking at this behavior, the old man frowned deeply. He turned around completely, stood still in place for a moment, and then unabashedly flew towards the Moon Catching Tower, and rushed into the window where Yang Yan had just stayed like an eagle.

It's like catching a thief who has stolen a treasure!

Yang Yan ran back with all his might, shouting as hard as he could, "The murderer is here!" The window sash behind him seemed to be slammed into by a strong wind, "Boom! The ground slammed into the walls on either side.

The moment he heard this voice, Yang Yan knew that he had won the bet.

At the moment when his eyes met just now, Yang Yan was blessed to his heart, and the old man's scenes of hiding his head and tail flashed in his heart - he was also trying to hide a certain identity!

His cover-up was not always as unwieldy as his own, but more calmly and solemnly, and he even had the leisure to come up and drink in his cloak.

This means that he is in a safe and stable environment on weekdays, and he does not have to worry about the pursuit of officials from time to time like himself. But at the same time, he does not value this identity less than himself.

When the conflict broke out and was exposed to everyone's view, Yang Yan clearly saw his deeply furrowed brows.

So what if at this time, you pretend to have seen through him?

When he uncharacteristically didn't want to keep him anymore, but turned around and ran, did the old man dare to let himself go? Even if there are only three points of suspicion, the old thief will not dare to take this bet!

At this time, the boy's speculation was confirmed, and the corners of his mouth furrowed, and he fled back as fast as he could.

The old man rushed up the corridor, and with a sweep of his eagle eyes, he locked on the figure on the left who was struggling to escape. At the same time, his feet were already on the railing, and his speed did not decrease, and the direction was a horizontal turn, and in the blink of an eye he was about to climb up the boy's back.

However, just as he was catching up with a corner, the young man had already turned in, and the old man folded again, and his feet did not touch the ground in the whole process, as if he was flying on the corridor.

The young man in front of him threw himself into a small room, and he rushed into it without stopping.

The moment he entered the door, a burst of swords struck from the left.

The power of the sword was no threat to him, but he could see the boy draw his sword with his other hand.

- First the sword and then the sword, as soon as you take this sword, the sword will immediately slash up.

The old man saw through this posture at a glance, but the knife that was about to come out really made him feel alarmed, even if the time was urgent, the old man did not ask the big to pick it up, he pointed to the ground on his toes, and his body floated back to the right, avoiding it while planning to see the reality of this knife first.

He didn't bother with the bait-making sword, and sure enough, its owner didn't even have time to turn it around, and swept straight past his side.

Because all his energy is on this sword.

Sure enough, at the same time as the two of them were close, the knife finally revealed a hideous face, causing the old man's pupils to shrink.

The flow of power from this knife is completely different from ordinary martial arts, it is not an explosion, but a swallow.

It's hard to dodge, but it's not hard to take.

At this point, he had seen the whole set of movements of the young man, and the next step was to open the pincers of the little crab and stab it with a knife.

At this time, his body was still dodging backwards, and as a result, several large vats slipped into view from the corners of his eyes.

A strong smell rushed into my nose.

The sword that the boy had let go of was still moving forward, and it was about to touch the wall of the cylinder.

This scene in the corner of the field of vision made the old man frown subconsciously.

Yes, it's normal for this sword to stab into any debris, but this smell, is it lacquer?

This was a plan that could be figured out in two spins in his head, but the old man didn't have time to turn it twice, and only a sense of inappropriateness just rose in his mind.

More of his mind and true qi were still on the knife on his right, and how he killed the young man with a single blow after pressing this knife.

The next moment, the tank was shattered and fried, vermilion, turquoise, golden, and brilliant colors were released to the entire room!

The sword that waited to explode unleashed its power in the depths of the vat, and heavy liquid cascaded out. And at this moment, the old man didn't even make any defensive moves because he expected the consequences.

- If the sword had been poked, if it was indeed lacquer inside, then this troublesome scene should have been deserved.

Paint doesn't do much damage, it's not an important factor in the battle.

It wasn't until the first piece of liquid was splashed on his body that the horror in his heart surged up - what about outside the battle?

If you want to leave, how can you be doused by this kind of thing?

Color, smell, drop marks.

True Qi suddenly moved from the right side of his body to the left side and exploded, but it was too late to build a perfect barrier, and before it could form a defense, half of the old man's body had become a three-colored villain.

And with the old man taking away the gap of true qi, the pressure on Yang Yan's knife suddenly relaxed. This was also a good opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to attack, but Yang Yan only drew his sword and retreated as quickly as possible.

At this time, he has only one goal - escape!

Escape!

The young man's body was also colorful, he didn't care about this, and the moment the cylinder exploded, his whole body began to retreat.

His goal has been achieved, but the old thief's goal has fallen short.

At this time, he will not let himself go!

Even when I went out, I already shouted "I don't know anything!" I was a liar just now!! ”

The old thief estimated that he was suspicious at first, and after being splashed with colored paint, he should have nine beliefs and one suspicion, but even if he was ninety percent of the faith, he would not give up his low-hanging head at this time.

If you win, you want to quit, is there such a good thing?

Sure enough, the old man behind him was still swaying with slurry, but he was already rushing towards him.

Yang Yan held the knife, and a yellow dress had jumped up from downstairs, and the old man still shot her down with one palm, but behind, more people jumped up and looked at the two people in colorful paint in surprise.

Yang Yan gritted his teeth and glanced back at the old man - aren't you still leaving? A lot of people are already eyeing you!

But the old man obviously didn't have any intention of retreating, he looked at Yang Yan calmly, and his thoughts were extremely clear. Since you can't get out of it anyway, why not finish this thing.

It's better than not having both ends.

While Yang Yan's plan was successful, he also put an end to his own back road.

After being slightly stopped by Li Yiqing, the old man caught up again.

Yang Yan knew that he didn't have a few strokes to hold on, the old man was about to reach his back, and after a corner, the moment he was out of everyone's field of vision, he immediately turned around again and slashed with a knife.

But this time, his knife lost its magic in front of the old man, and as soon as the old man fell down, a snake slid close to him from the ground, and with a lift of his foot, he kicked him in the wrist where he held the knife.

Yang Yan's true anger surged up wildly, so as to avoid the fate of his wrist being abolished, but the knife was still kicked away, and it was inserted into the roof with a high curve.

Without hesitation, Yang Yan burst out with his last resort.

His speed increased suddenly, as if turning into a colorful storm and retreating, and his back slammed through the two wooden walls to the edge of the building.

He was more than ten feet away from the old man, but the next moment, the old man approached again at a rapid pace.

It's really a desperate situation!

Fuck Pei Li, when the hell is it coming?!

With this thought rising in his heart, Yang Yan turned his head to look down.

The eyes suddenly brightened.

A group of galloping knights rushed into the courtyard, and he saw the boy at the end, waving at him.

Even at this moment, Yang Yan couldn't help but grin and raise his hand to wave back, satisfaction and pride filled his heart.

A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase!

He finally dragged until the help arrived!

The knights in front of them have already flown towards the Moon Catcher!

The old thief was still in the building, and he was covered in paint, so he couldn't get away with it anyway!

Joy surged into his heart, but after all, this was not the time to relax, the old man behind him was approaching viciously, and the expressionless man who was flying up in front of him, Yang Yan was also quite wary of him.

He never forgot his equally shady identity.

Fortunately, although the paint is conspicuous, it also adds a layer of camouflage to him. Zhao Senjun looked at him with a pair of tiger eyes, Yang Yan didn't know if he recognized himself, in short, he didn't slack off in the slightest movement on his feet.

"The old man in the paint is a murderer!" He shouted, and the moment before the wolf and the tiger attacked, he once again burst out with that unrivaled speed, crossed a slippery curve, and fell behind the old man.

In front of him was the oncoming military attaché, and this time the old man finally did not look back and gave up killing him.

This was actually expected by Yang Yan, and the route he had just drifted back to had another layer of design - if he put himself and the old thief together, it was difficult to say who this Zhao would choose.

So he put the old man in front, so that even if Zhao Senjun targeted him first, the old thief would not be at ease with Zhao Senjun, as long as one of them made a move, he would be entangled first.

And that's almost 10 percent of the way.

You can take the opportunity to plan your way away.

Yang Yan only felt that what he did today was extremely dangerous, and he did his best everywhere, watching the two of them catch up, a sense of accomplishment surged up in his heart.

Put a seven-life into the cage like this!

Of course, Zhao Senjun is not enough to capture this person, but he is a very strong Liusheng, and the most important thing is his identity as an official of the imperial court.

Not to mention that in this state city, once the government reacts, reinforcements and pursuits will be endless.

As long as the old thief fights with Zhao Senjun, it means that he is exposed to the majestic gaze of the court, but he still has room to move in the building.

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth hooked up a smile, cold, hateful, proud, and satisfied. At the same time, it was enriched on his face, and he looked at the expressionless middle-aged man, and there was a little closeness in his heart.

- I sent this dangerous murderer to you, and I can count it as a comrade-in-arms.

The words that Pei Ye said also came to mind, and perhaps, he could indeed try to believe a little bit of the imperial court.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

He saw the old thief and Zhao Senjun rushing towards each other without dodging, and then twisted their shoulders at the same time, and staggered past in tacit understanding.

Then Zhao Senjun pointed casually, and an official messenger embellished the old man.

How the could he possibly be able to hold on?! That skill may not even have four lives!

But he didn't have time to look that way, because the army that had been chasing him for many days was not slowing down, and he was rushing straight at him with a cold face.

For a moment, pain, stiffness, fear. Countless feelings welled up at the same time, but the strongest was an inexplicable anger, which seemed to be betrayal, and it seemed to be unbelievable.

How dare you let him go like that?!!

I still owe 34 more, I shouldn't be wrong

(End of chapter)