Southern State.

Night.

In the huge suite of an inn, several men in black stood around several wine tables, with solemn faces and grim expressions, standing silently and solemnly.

In front of them, Yan Wuchang had already shed the plain clothes he had disguised on weekdays, and had changed into the same black robe. He sat on the main seat in the center of the suite, his eyes were unusually cold, his face was like frost, and he rubbed the short knife at his waist in his hand.

Yan Wuchang glanced at the people standing in the room, their eyes were all quietly focused on themselves, the room was silent, and the oppressive atmosphere gradually spread.

After a long while, Yan Wuchang opened his mouth to break the silence and said, "How about the instructions of the imperial court?"

A man whispered to him: "Back to the prince, what the Holy Lord means is that Ouyang Mo's identity involves the chaebol of South Korea, and the relationship is complicated, so I am advised to wait for the opportunity in Skynet and not act rashly." ”

Yan Wuchang said coldly: "At the beginning, the Chu thief used Ouyang Mo's identity to consider the chaebol forces behind him. Even so, we are now on the back foot. There are not many opportunities for us to get close to Chu Mo, and now that he is a turtle in the urn, if he hesitates, he may let this opportunity go in vain. ”

"Yes...... Ouyang Mo is Ouyang Zhenhua's third son, if he really kills him...... I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the Korean court. The man looked embarrassed and said, "If the Korean Imperial Court intervenes in the investigation of this matter, our operation to track down Chu Mo may be exposed." Lord Wang, you have openly killed so many people in Wu Kingdom, and you can pass it on to the Tianshu Pavilion for stealing and selling armaments, but in Korea, ......"

"What's the matter?" Yan Wuchang sneered and said, "If I hadn't shifted the attention of the Wu Imperial Court to the Tianshu Pavilion, my Tianwang would have always been pressed by the Tianshu Pavilion. I don't believe that it will be so difficult to kill a chaebol young master in South Korea. ”

"That'...... Senior sister, she ......," the man asked hesitantly.

"Leave your senior sister alone. If I kill her brother, I can still kill Chu Mo. Yan Wuchang's eyes exuded sharp killing intent, and said, "Ouyang Mu's target is still Chu Mo, without the restraint of Skynet, she will definitely force Chu Mo out at all costs." At that time, we only need to kill the two of them together, and the Korean court will definitely not suspect the head of Skynet. ”

"Yes......"

Yan Wuchang raised his head and said solemnly: "The strength of Ouyang Mu and Chu Mo is far above ordinary people. Be merciful and cautious when you strike, and you must not let them escape again. ”

The men in black in the room said in unison, "Yes!"

Outside the inn, night is shrouded, and lights flicker on both sides of the dark streets. The sound of horses' hooves was fast, and an atmosphere of unease and tension quietly spread.

Yan Wuchang returned to his room, the oil lamp on the desk was not extinguished, emitting a dim yellow glow.

When he came to the back room, he saw Niu Lian's small body lying on the windowsill, her head poking out, and she was looking out of the window intently.

Yan Wuchang stepped forward, hugged her down, and said lightly: "Don't get so close to the window, be careful of falling down." ”

Niu Lian blinked her puzzled little eyes, raised her head and asked him, "Brother Wang, why are so many people on the street riding horses without sleeping?"

Yan Wuchang listened, stretched out his head and went out to look, on the street under the window, several columns of South Korean security army soldiers were running nervously on the street, several figures shuttling back and forth, drowning in the night.

He frowned, his expression a little complicated.

"Leave it alone, go to bed. Yan Wuchang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy in his heart, and urged Niu Lian.

"Oh. Niu Lian pursed her lips, jumped down from the window, and trotted all the way to the bed.

Although Skynet also belongs to the assassination organization of the Yan Kingdom, compared to the Tianshu Pavilion, it acts rudely and simply, and often kills on a large scale. But in order not to attract the attention of other countries, their goals and means try not to expose themselves. After the war subsided, all countries took precautions against their own law and order, and it was difficult for them to be as careless as before. Yan Wuchang killed her younger brother in front of Ouyang Mu and spared her life, just to get Ouyang Mu out of the control of Skynet and lure Chu Mo out desperately. At that time, even if Skynet did it, it would be able to frame Ouyang Mu afterwards.

But now a few days have passed, Ouyang Mu has not moved, Ouyang Mansion has also blocked the news, and the South Korean government has begun to investigate secretly, which makes Yan Wuchang feel quite tricky. He had assigned all the people in Skynet to investigate the news of the official mansion, but there was still no valuable information.

Yan Wuchang thought about it, his face was cold, his brows were furrowed, he took off his black clothes, and lifted the curtain in the inner room. Liu Xiaoxiao was leaning against the bed with Niu Lian in her arms, still pale and listless. Seeing him, he raised his eyelids slightly, and then lowered them in a blank manner.

"Sanniang, when are we going home? Niu Lian rolled in Liu Xiaoxiao's arms and said coquettishly.

Liu Xiaoxiao gently stroked her little head, and said softly: "Good, Xiaolian, we'll go home soon, okay?" ”

Yan Wuchang ignored them, was full of worries, and came to the corner of the house alone. He slowly took out the sword given to him by Li Chungang from his luggage, sat cross-legged on the ground, put the sword in front of him, and began to close his eyes and exercise.

Li Chungang is the world's first swordsman and the world's first swordsmith. All the swords in his hands in the world contain pure sword spirits. However, the internal force required to use the sword is also extremely harsh, and if the sword spirit cannot be summoned, the sword is like an expensive piece of scrap metal. Yan Wuchang meticulously adjusted every inch of the internal force in his body, carefully controlling the internal force flowing to the meridians of the whole body. After a while, he felt his body heat up slightly, his internal force gradually expanded, and he felt every subtle change in it, and he connected with this sword again and again.

After a while, a reddish mist emanated from around his body, slowly flowing into the sword.

As the internal force gradually filled the sword body, his eyes began to become white, ethereal and ethereal.

I don't know how long it took, the sword on Yan Wuchang's leg suddenly brought him a cold and piercing chill, and his eyes gradually began to clear, and the snow-white mist in front of him slowly dissipated.

It's cold in the heights.

He seemed to be on the edge of a mountain cliff, and the pure, cold wind was constantly blowing in his face, beating his long hair and clothes. Beneath your feet are moss-covered cliffs, and further down you are a cascading waterfall that roars through the sky.

The flying stream went straight down to 3,000 feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell for nine days.

The waterfall rushes to the bottom of the cliff, where it is obscured by a thick cloud and nothing can be seen. There was a strong chill in the air around them, as if it could flow into people's internal organs. Yan Wuchang stood quietly on the cliff, feeling the flow of heaven and earth aura.

After a long time, a roar erupted from the bottom of the cliff, like the roar of a fierce beast, Yan Wuchang's soles felt trembling slightly, and the entire cliff trembled.

As far as he could see, there was a huge figure flowing between the clouds and mist, hovering below, and a pitch-black body could be vaguely seen, I don't know how long.

Just as he was thinking, the behemoth at the bottom of the cliff suddenly poked its head upward, broke through the clouds and mist in an instant, and came straight towards Yan Impermanence. His pupils tightened, and the monster was like a towering python, with a pitch-black body and a hideous face, and the scale armor on its body reflected arc light. He had never seen such a terrifying python, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and before he could react, the python suddenly opened its bloody mouth and devoured him.

Swish.

Yan Wuchang opened his eyes and returned to reality.

His face was covered with cold sweat, and his back was already soaked. He was still sitting cross-legged in the same corner, the heavy black sword lying quietly on his lap.

He carefully examined the sword on his lap, and felt a little apprehensive.

The sword spirit of this sword is so powerful, not only is it rare in the world, if it comes out, I am afraid that it will attract many swordsmen from the rivers and lakes, and it is worthy of Li Chungang's hand.

Yan Wuchang sighed secretly, gasped slightly, adjusted the internal force of his whole body, and slowly calmed down.

He lifted his eyes, and he didn't know how long had passed, but the candle flame in the back room had long since been extinguished, and it was pitch black, except for the bright moonlight shining through the window.

By the moonlight, he saw that on the bed not far away, Liu Xiaoxiao was sitting at the head of the bed, holding the sleeping Niu Lian, facing out of the window, looking at the bright moon outside the window stupidly, his eyes fluttering. The moonlight shone on her emaciated cheeks, which was unavoidably pitiful.

Liu Xiaoxiao heard his movement, turned his head and looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Yan Wuchang stood up softly without making a sound. He stepped aside and carefully put away his sword. Liu Xiaoxiao's gaze followed him all the way. After a while, she calmly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's fine. You sleep. Yan Wuchang said lightly.

Liu Xiaoxiao said emotionlessly: "My family is gone, how can I sleep?"

Yan Wuchang walked to the side of the desk, cleaned up the books and documents on the table, and said without looking back: "When you killed Niu Tao, you should have thought of today." You will be exiled even if you don't die. Now you are at least a free man, and if you don't die, you will be blessed. ”

Liu Xiaoxiao shook his head slowly, and said weakly: "If I die alone, it's fine, my life is thin." But I don't want to die for me, the girls in the building, and my parents, they are all innocent. ”

Yan Wuchang listened, paused for a moment, and said, "You care so much about others? You almost died at my hands at the beginning, and now I have saved your life and taken you out of Wu Kingdom, do you think you are absolutely safe?"

"If you kill me, I'll kill her, I just don't want you to hurt her. Liu Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, touched Niu Lian's cheek lovingly, and said, "If she dies because of me, then I won't forgive myself even if I go to the underworld." ”

Yan Wuchang had a calm face, faced the windowsill, and took off the clothes on his body. The moonlight shone silently on his strong chest.

"What would you do if there was a man who secretly loved you and died at my hands for you?" Yan Wuchang asked suddenly, and he somehow thought of Ma Liang, who knelt in front of him in that wheat field without fear.

"Then I'd rather die with him. Liu Xiaoxiao frowned and asked, "Who is he, ......?"

Yan Wuchang showed a sneer and said, "I'm joking, don't take it seriously." ”

With that, he packed up his clothes and stacked them neatly. He pulled out a futon from the cupboard in the back room, spread it on the ground, and hid the short knife he carried with him, and then he slept peacefully.

Silence returned to the room. The night was getting thicker and thicker, and Liu Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes and was silent.

After a while, she spoke to him again: "You are from Yan Kingdom, are you here for Niu Tao's business? Now that the imperial court has begun to investigate, I am no longer useful to you, and it is just a burden to carry me." ”

"You want to go back? You're a wanted criminal, and if you go back, you're going to die. Yan Wuchang said lightly.

"I understand. I don't want to steal my life, I just want to go back and see someone, without regrets, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future. Liu Xiaoxiao said calmly.

"Who?"

Liu Xiaoxiao sighed, raised her eyes, and her gaze drifted out of the window.

"I told you, I once fell in love with a scholar. He is just an ordinary person in the country of Wu who is dedicated to studying, but he is depressed. When I met the most down-and-out him at the wrong time, I would have no fate. I was disappointed by him and wanted to see him again. ”

Yan Wuchang slowly opened his eyes and asked, "Didn't you say that it was your father and mother who broke you up, why did you owe him?"

"I listened to my father and mother that year, and it was also for myself. Liu Xiaoxiao's thoughts gradually drifted away, and said, "If I don't care about it that night and go with him, will it not be like now?"

"You were the hottest piano girl in Hangzhou later, he must have seen you. "Yan impermanence said.

"I'd rather he hadn't seen me. Liu Xiaoxiao said in a deep voice.

Yan Wuchang sighed heavily and asked, "I'll send you back after I finish dealing with these things, who is he?"

Liu Xiaoxiao's godless eyes let out a trace of vitality, and said, "Zhang Shiyao." ”

Yan Wuchang frowned, and a muffled snort came out of his nose.

"What's wrong? you know him?" asked Liu Xiaoxiao, looking at him.

Yan Wuchang pulled the quilt, changed his posture, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know, but I'm just a little familiar." In the early years, Li Qiuhan, the general of the Chu army, had a good lieutenant under him, named Zhang Shiyu. This name is relatively rare. ”