Tianhezhai was originally a settlement outside the Saiwai, and naturally it was not as good as those deep mansions and courtyards in the Guan, Biwa Zhuyong.

In this wooden house that Qing did not live in, although the sparrows were small, they were all in all directions. The colony seems to have been deliberately divided to entertain ordinary guests. It's the end of autumn now, and seeing that winter is approaching, naturally there are no more guests, and the surroundings are particularly quiet.

Qing Weizi rejoiced in this rare tranquility, and after a few days of recuperation, the external knife wound was almost healed. A big family like Yuwen has a really rich family background, and after the secret gold sore medicine is applied, even the scars are not conspicuous.

It's just that the meridians that lack true qi channeling and are damaged and displaced, but they have to repair them by themselves, and it is by no means a matter of days.

After finishing the meal, let the little guy take it away. Qing Wei moved a horse, placed it in the courtyard, and read "Wei Yuzi" in his hand by the moonlight.

At the time of Xiaoyao Palace, martial arts, medical Taoism, scripture and history, anecdotes, and miscellaneous talks were all involved. The collection of books in the Xiaoyao Palace has been read more or less, if it is tasteless, it is hastily read, and if it is quite interested, it will be carefully read. But when it comes to this military book, there are only two books in Xiaoyao Palace: "Liutao" and "Three Strategies".

I never thought that Yu Wenshi borrowed the strange book "Wei Xuanzi", thinking that the sea of qi had been abolished, it was better to take this opportunity to read more books.

"Those who take have no air, those who are afraid cannot be defended, those who are defeated have no one, and the soldiers have no way to ......"

The moon is bright tonight, and the stars are sparse when the moon is bright. Outside the courtyard, the dry branches, jackdaws. A slight sound, especially bright in the silence of the night. The breeze stirs the fallen leaves under the branches, dancing and swaying. The jackdaw shook his branches away, disturbing Qing Wei, who was holding a book and reading.

The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened. Weird!

Qing Wei got up and walked to the door of the small courtyard, wanting to close the courtyard door that was blown open by the wind. Suddenly, there was an alarm in his heart, and Fu Ling's heart fell to the side.

The tip of the half-cut sword, reflecting the moonlight, hung three inches beside its neck, and the edge was cold.

was assassinated in the hinterland of the Yuwen clan!

Qing was not startled, his legs suddenly exerted force, and he hurriedly avoided to the side. With a flick of the sword, he broke open the courtyard door and smashed the wooden door panel. Two people, both dressed in night clothes and holding short swords, burst into the courtyard and stabbed at Qing Wei.

Although Qingwei has no true qi and internal strength, the foundation of martial arts is still there. A wrong step, a flash, avoiding the blade of the sword, and not daring to fight, fled straight to the courtyard wall, intending to climb over the wall.

The wooden fence walls on both sides were split by knife qi. There were four more people, divided on both sides, each holding a thick-backed mountain knife, breaking through the wall.

Qing didn't stop, and seeing that he was surrounded by a group, he turned to flee to the house.

Only then did he turn around, and saw two black shadows, rushing down from the roof, and throwing out the flying claws in his hands, straight to Qingwei.

It is true that there are wolves in front and tigers in the back, chasing souls and killing people, and dangers are everywhere.

At the last moment, Qing Wei picked up the horse, swung his flying claws, and threw them at the two people in front of the house. The two dodged sideways, and Qing Wei took advantage of this opportunity to quickly pass between the two.

Seeing that he was about to enter the house, he was caught up by the sword-wielding man behind him, stabbing out two blood flowers.

Qing Wei endured the severe pain, staggered and fell into the wooden house, turned his hand around the door of the house, and pressed against the two short swords. Raising his legs and kicking the two of them, he hurriedly closed the door of the house and closed it with the gate, and brought some tables and chairs to the door, and sat in the corner, gasping for breath.

After resting for a while, I was shocked to realize that the two swords just now, penetrating through the shoulder blades, actually pierced the organs, and almost came out of the body.

Four knives slashed at the door of the house, sawdust flew sideways, and although the door was solid wood, it couldn't last long. Qing Wei's life is already in danger, and he has no time to take care of his injuries. Standing up and looking around, looking for some guys to fight for a chance to survive.

In a few moments, the door of the house was already broken, and a knife qi was ready to cut out, splitting the door and the tables and chairs in front of the door into pieces.

The knife hand was about to step into the house, and some bottles, cans, pots and pans, scattered and scattered, took turns. Although it is not a hidden weapon, it has been used by Qing Wei to use the secret weapon technique of the goddess to scatter flowers, hiding the dark energy.

The door is narrow, allowing only two people to stand side by side. When the two swordsmen saw these objects coming, they broke through the wind, and they did not dare to slack off, and raised their knives to meet each other. The sword qi passed through like a strong wind, twisting the scattered objects into powder one by one, and finally saw a white and white square, soft object.

When I looked closely, it was a pillow, although the texture was soft and not dark, but it was not thrown casually, but the knives of the two had already been swung out.

The sharp blade easily cut through the outer cloth bag of the pillow, and the buckwheat and rice bran stuffed inside were raised one after another, spilling out, and the eyes of the swordsman were confused. When the dust settled, he saw that he had smashed open the window, climbed on the window, and jumped out.

The six Assassins jumped out of the window or over the roof, still chasing after Qing Wei.

Qing was not seriously injured, his steps were vain, and the blood soaked his robe, and then dripped down, spilling all the way.

I wanted to cry out for help, but I opened my mouth and swallowed my breath, and I felt dizzy in my brain. In a panic, he was confused, and he didn't know where to flee, but he hated that his strength was not going on, and he gradually slowed down.

The six assassins chased all the way, and finally caught up, and the knife hand kicked Qing Wei down and stepped on his heart.

I thought it was just to deal with an ordinary person with no internal strength, how could I use such hard work to mobilize the people, and the elite dead soldiers in the house were exhausted. But I never thought that this person was really slippery and tight. Not to mention the weird body, the foundation of martial arts is also quite solid, if it weren't for the large number of people and careful planning, I wouldn't have really asked him to run away.

Here has been faintly seen the lights of the upper inner house of Tianhe Village, the knife hand spitted at Qingwei, which was regarded as venting, raised the mountain opening knife, and waited to settle the life of Qingwei.

Qingwei coughed up blood, the wound worsened, and there was already a pool of blood under him. There is a buzzing in the skull and blurred vision. The strong knife hand stepped on it, and he was unable to get up, seeing the blade raised above the top with a cold light, just waiting for the hand qi knife to fall.

A flying needle was faintly visible, and in the eyes of the knife hand, the body was paralyzed in an instant. The heavy mountain knife fell from his hand, and when Qing Wei saw that the blade was only two inches on his neck, the hair stood up, and a folding fan suddenly flew in, striking the knife away, wiping Qing Wei's hair and falling to the ground, with a sonorous sound.

The folding fan hung upside down and flew back, and a person stepped over Qingwei, leaned over, caught the fan, and seemed to look back at Qingwei. How can Naiqing not lose too much blood, his consciousness is scattered, and he has long been unable to distinguish the appearance of the person.

Hearing the sound of killing, it seemed that some people surrounded the assassins and killed them together, Qing Wei was no longer able to support it, and fainted.

The torches formed a circle on the road in front of the inner house, reflecting the deep night sky like a burning cloud.

Although the Assassins were skilled in their martial arts, they could not stand the crowd, and they were all disarmed, and their hands and feet were chopped off.

The rest of the Assassins were arrested on the spot and placed in prison pending trial. Hurry up and send Young Master Xiao for treatment, don't miss a moment!"

Fold the fan, glanced back at Qing Wei who was carried away, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the assembly hall.