"I have something important to do, I can't delay, senior sister, they will come to look for us when they see us not going, just leave a mark along the road. Dao Xueke's resolute gaze was always looking ahead, Chu Qing'an curled up in his arms, still looking back at the small temple that was getting farther and farther away, getting smaller and smaller, sighed lightly, and asked again: "Brother Xue, but I want to find Xiaoli." ”

Dao Xueke was slightly stunned and kept silent. Chu Qing'an said softly: "Now that the matter has come to this, you and I have already had me and I have you, so why bother to press it in my heart and refuse to say it clearly." Even if, even if Brother Xue has a different kind of feelings for Xiaoli, I, I, I can accept it......"

Seeing that Chu Qing'an's voice became quieter and quieter the more he spoke, he seemed to be choked in his arms, and his heart became more and more sour. He knew very well that Chu Qing'an and Rao Mengli were not jealous people, and the relationship between the two was extremely delicate, but Rao Mengli had already made it clear that although he was concerned about Dao Xueke, he would never interfere in the relationship between the two, but when the two did not trust each other, Rao Mengli was also on their side, and to some extent, he could be regarded as a benefactor.

If Dao Xueke was not sure whether he was a man and a woman or a brother and sister for Rao Mengli, now, he finally understood. Chu Qing'an is an indispensable part of his life, Rao Mengli is his sister who has been with him for ten years in a desperate situation, without relatives and friends, and loves each other deeply. Both are very important, and it is difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and there is no need to distinguish between the superior and the inferior. He would never let the two of them get hurt.

"Thank you, Qing'an......" Dao Xueke said slowly, "In this life, I will have no regrets if I am only with you." As for Xiaoli, she is the sister who went into the rivers and lakes alone after the destruction of Kexue Villa, and accompanied my sister for ten years when I was helpless, just like a relative, I have no love for her at all, as long as she is safe and sound, she can find a good family to marry, instead of floating in the rivers and lakes, I am relieved. Now she's going to have a big problem, and I have to take care of it. ”

Chu Qing'an got the promise of Dao Xueke, and naturally she was extremely happy, if she had her previous temper, she would never tolerate Xiaoli. But after experiencing so many things, she also understands that she is the only one in Dao Xueke's heart, and Xiaoli has also been kind to them, and now Rao Mengli is in great trouble, and there is no reason not to save it.

He didn't ask any more questions, and ran west along the path with Dao Xueke.

Let's say that Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu went to the small temple of Wulipo first, and saw that this temple had been abandoned for a long time and was dilapidated, so they rested their horses to check and search around, but they didn't see Dao Xueke and Chu Qing'an, who took the first step. I was puzzled in my heart, and when I saw Liu Yuanjun coming in a hurry, Le Ma said, "The chasing soldiers didn't follow!" His eyes swept over the two, and his brows frowned slightly, "Where did Ah Xue and Qing'an go?"

"Nowhere to be found. Ren Shanhuai replied with a long sigh.

Liu Yuanjun was anxious and angry, helpless, upset and difficult to think, but Ren Shanhuai suddenly said: "Previously, Miss Xiaoli and the white-clothed Zeng Feige sent a letter to inform me that I was going to come to Anhuai Mansion, and now we can't go back." Could it be that Brother Fei Xue and Miss Chu went to stop the two of them halfway?"

"This is very reasonable!" Liu Yuanjun's heart ignited hope again,

But Zhu Qingqiu asked: "There are thirteen roads and small roads to Anhuai Mansion, how does Brother Xue know which way they are going, and how can they meet?"

"With the character of white clothes, with Xiaoli, he will never take the eye-catching avenue official road, except for those, there are still three small roads left. So far, the three of us have to separate and walk for a while to see if there are any traces to follow. Half an hour later, we will meet here again to discuss the route!" Liu Yuanjun suggested, "Without further ado, act quickly!" Ren Zhu and the two nodded in response, and the three of them walked to the path.

Later, Liu Yuanjun really found that Dao Xueke used a red leaf knife to leave cross knife marks on the dead trees along the road, turned the horse around, and found Ren Shanhuai and the two, and the three of them teamed up again, following the marks along the road to find Dao Xueke and Chu Qing'an.

It was not a coincidence, and said that Feng Zhan and Ling Yige drove a carriage, and finally arrived at Anhuai Mansion, but saw that the city was under martial law, and the city must be closely checked, and the city gate also posted a portrait wanted notice, and the two were mixed in the crowd, only to find that the wanted portrait was painted by Dao Xueke, Chu Qing'an, Zhu Qingqiu, Ren Shanhuai and Liu Yuanjun, how could the official government not know his name, and only took a few photos, the painting was extremely ugly, and it was not easy to recognize.

But even so, Ling Yige still saw that the person who wanted to arrest the wanted notice was Dao Xueke and others, and he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the portrait, hurriedly staggered his eyes, and asked the onlookers beside him: "Little brother, do you know why Anhuai Mansion wants to arrest these five people?" The little brother was also happy, so he said: "Oh, that's the case, these five people killed two Jianghu people in the city in the morning, made a big fuss at the Dongcheng Inn, injured the official errand, grabbed the horses and fled. Master Fu Yin was furious, so he ordered a pursuit. ”

Ling Yige told Feng Zhan in the carriage what happened, and the two of them knew that Dao Xueke and they were no longer in Anhuai Mansion, and after thinking about it again, they still decided to go back to Lu'an first and wait for the news from Duan Qingmeng and the others.

Besides, this busy person has wind in his blood, and he is wandering and hurrying, and it is difficult to have a definite number. It's half a day again, and I'm in a hurry. Seeing that it was getting late, Duan Qingmeng and Wen Nanzhi, who took the official road to find Luo Baiyi and Rao Mengli, stayed at the Lingquan Mansion in the northwest of Lu'an Mansion more than 500 miles away.

The moonlight was solemn, sinking in the vast night, and a few dark clouds were scattered in the sky, covering most of the silver plate, pressing

In the hearts of people, the cold wind swept through the cornices and tiles. In the city, I heard the sound of dogs barking, as if there was a sound of snoring in my ears, which seemed to be peaceful, but it was a hidden murderous intention. is the so-called "moon dark wind high murder night", presumably this is the case.

When it was approaching, the lights of the people in the city were turned off early, although it was not far from Lu'an Mansion, but there was no such lively customs and customs. The city was dark, but Wen Nanzhi had not slept for a long time, and there was still an oil lamp on in the house, so he got out of bed and walked to the window, pushed open the window, and let the biting cold wind of the late night melt into the narrow guest room from the window.

The cold wind, the dark night, and the dim moon made Wen Nanzhi more sober. Leaning on the edge of the bed and not knowing what to think, he suddenly saw a carrier pigeon flickering its wings not far away, Wen Nanzhi stretched out his right hand to stop it, untied the letter at his feet, took out a note, looked at it, his face was solemn, he sighed, put the carrier pigeon back, and put the note on the lamp and lit it, turned into ashes, threw it out of the window, and scattered with the wind.

Besides, Duan Qingmeng in the adjacent room was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and for some reason this night, his heart was beating and he was extremely uneasy. remembered the confession that Feng Zhan had told her before leaving. Turning over and taking out the bag he was carrying from under the pillow, after thinking about it again and again, his heart was beating, and he decided to open it. But as soon as he opened the bag and took out a note contained in it, his face changed dramatically after reading it, his eyes were round, and his little face was pale.

The window was suddenly blown open by the strong wind, and the biting autumn wind was howling endlessly, Duan Qingmeng put down his bag and was about to close the window, but before he reached the window, he felt a murderous aura rushing to his face. I saw a flash of cold light in front of me, and I couldn't help but close my eyes slightly by the light, and I felt a cold cold against my face, and subconsciously lowered my body, rolled on the ground, and came to the side of the bed and pulled out a double hook from under the bed.

Spread out his arms, put the double hook in front of him, and clamped the long sword that the man fell, the blade flipped, the cold light appeared, and the double hook bounced away, revealing a flaw, the man in black pulled out the long sword and turned around and kicked out, kicking the middle of Qing Meng's heart, kicking her far away and hitting the wall.

The man in black took the opportunity to fly with a sword again, Duan Qingmeng's pupils contracted, he leaned down, folded his hooks into a scissor shape, and was about to cut the knees of the man in black. The man in black slashed out a sword, but Duan Qingmeng squatted down and flashed, leaving only an extremely deep sword mark on the wall, and then flew up and flipped backwards, dodging the double hook under the leg.

Duan Qingmeng turned defense into offense, and threw the silver hook in his hand suddenly, two strong winds swept out, and the silver light staggered, drawing two arcs to kill behind the man in black. Duan Qingmeng's martial arts are all the next three indiscriminate moves of sneak attacks and backstabbing and teasing yin, although they are despised by the people of the rivers and lakes, but they are extremely powerful. The man in black flipped his wrist, and the tip of his sword picked up a yellow rosewood chair to block the direction of the hooks. Two silver hooks got stuck in the chair.

Losing his weapon, Duan Qingmeng was shocked, and the man in black kicked out the chair with the double hook with his backhand, Duan Qingmeng flew and kicked the chair that was already full of sword marks, clenched the double hook, fell on the head, and slashed towards the door of the man in black. The man immediately crossed his sword to block it, turned around and drew the blade, and the double hook brushed against the blade, bursting out a string of sparks.

Duan Qingmeng hung upside down in the air, hooked the calf with a hook, and stabbed the lower abdomen with a hook, the man in black blocked down with the sword in one hand, the sword body sealed the direction of the double hooks, and grabbed Duan Qingmeng's back with his left hand, but she flashed it, rolled on the ground, came to the back of the man in black, turned around and split the double hook, and made several moves but failed to hurt the man in black for half a point.

The silver swaying long sword is like a silver dragon protecting the body, the vagaries of the martial arts can easily block Duan Qingmeng's fierce attack, Duan Qingmeng has been fighting for a long time, and gradually his strength is not stopped, his left foot stomped and jumped up, and then turned around and fell lightly, his double hooks were staggered in front of him, panting and thinking: "This person's martial arts are much higher than mine, but he has not been a killer, why?"

Just as he was thinking about it, the long sword came to his eyes again, Duan Qingmeng couldn't dodge and turned his head to dodge, although he was not stabbed, but his pale neck left a blood mark, oozing red blood, staining a large area of his clothes. Turned around and split a hook, and then another hook fell, turned around again and again, and every time he dropped his arm, the two silver hooks flew, like a silver plate of a crescent moon, murderous, stirring up several whirlwinds.

The long sword did not lose the formation, one sword rung, another sword erected, flying up and down to lock the double hook attack, like an iron cable connecting the river, not leaking. Just as the two were entangled in a fierce battle, the door was broken. It turned out that the sound of the two fighting alarmed Wen Nanzhi, who had also not slept all night next door, and Wen Nanzhi turned over and lifted the Chilling Cicada Sword to help.

Standing at the door, he jumped up, the cold light of the cicada sword in his hand was great, and he had already flown out of his hand, and went straight to the man in black to face the door. The sword was in the air, cutting through the night, splitting the long wind, hunting sounded, the cicadas wept, flapping their wings and dancing, the man in black kicked Duan Qingmeng away, and turned around to deal with the menacing Wen Nanzhi.

Duan Qingmeng watched from the sidelines, knowing that Wen Nanzhi's swordsmanship was superb, and this person could still draw with Wen Nanzhi after a fierce battle with her, which showed that his swordsmanship was proficient. The sword went straight to the door, and the sword flipped the blade to block it, and the stab only went to the lower abdomen, and the two blades grabbed a sword flower to seal it.

After about twenty or thirty battles, they still can't tell the difference between high and low, the swordsmanship of the two is extremely stable, there are no flaws, they can't break each other's moves, and they have to change their moves together. The two sword blades are like the crickets biting each other, entangled inseparably, this sword is majestic and smashes the heavenly palace, and the sword cold wind swings open the underworld. The sky was dark, the tables, chairs and benches in the room were all cut off, and the surrounding walls and cabinets were covered with sword marks.

Until the man in black deliberately sold a flaw, and the sword was raised by three inches

, Exposed chest, Wen Nanzhi didn't seem to know what to do, straight straight sword stab, the man dropped the sword body, stuck the chilling sword, flicked the hilt, the long sword wrapped around the chilling sword and spun up extremely quickly, the tip of Wen Nanzhi's nose was pierced by the sword edge, and he retreated repeatedly, wanting to shake off the long sword, the man flew to catch the long sword and landed a kick, kicking Chinese Nanzhi's chest, shaking him back a few steps, kneeling beside Duan Qingmeng.

The man in black pulled a sword flower in mid-air, but put the sword back into its sheath, fell lightly, and stood in the ruins, quietly watching the two.

After a struggle, Wen Nanzhi seemed to have tried his best, how could he be greedy for merit, and he had no choice but to fold for a while. Kneeling on one knee and supporting his body with the Chilling Sword, he gasped for breath. When Qing Meng saw this scene, the doubts in his heart dispersed, and he hurriedly hugged Wen Nanzhi and said, "Brother Wen, you're okay!"

The man in black blinked, and Wen Nanzhi grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand, turned the blade of the sword, and stabbed it to the side. Duan Qingmeng was defenseless, his lower abdomen was pierced by the Chilling Cicada Sword, his thin clothes were dyed red as if soaked in blood, and the horror and doubt on his face were forever frozen on his face. Wen Nanzhi pulled out his long sword and stood up, Duan Qingmeng opened his eyes angrily and opened his mouth slightly, but he died of anger without spitting out half a word.

Lying in a pool of blood, the wounds on his body were still gushing out like a spring, Duan Qingmeng was dead, and there seemed to be a trace of remorse on his face. Wen Nanzhi took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood on the blade, and threw it on Duan Qingmeng's corpse.

The man in black nodded at Wen Nanzhi, and the two of them were about to leave here. The man in black suddenly stopped, picked up the notes scattered on the side of the bed, picked them up and looked at them carefully, and chuckled, turned around and handed them to Wen Nanzhi. Wen Nanzhi held the note in the palm of his hand, only to see that it was written: "Be careful of Wen Nanzhi." He put the note beside him, and his face was solemn and he still didn't say a word.

The two flew out of the inn and walked away, the autumn wind pouring in from the window blew down the oil lamps in the ruins, the lamp oil flowed all over the ground, mixed with blood, the small lights instantly caused a raging fire, the wooden tables and chairs in the house were burned together, the fire reflected the narrow guest room, spread to Duan Qingmeng's corpse, the guests heard the movement and saw the billowing smoke and got up one after another, only to know that the fire was on, so they hurriedly put out the fire with the shopkeeper, and reported to the government to report the case to investigate the cause of the fire。

It's a pity that the people of the Ten Ghost Hall died under the sword of the Ten Ghost Hall, and they didn't leave any evidence, so they had to die in vain.

Before dawn on the second day, the demon in the umbrella who walked the path set off early, squatted down on the dry branch, turned his heels, toed a little, pounced forward, turned a somersault and fell to the ground half-crouching. He searched for a day yesterday, and this path was extremely remote, and only a few passing merchants took this bumpy and narrow and rugged path in order to take a shortcut.

Today, I carefully explored the twenty-mile road to the west, but there was still no half of a figure, and the demon in the umbrella couldn't help but think in his heart: "It's not that I'm on the wrong path." After thinking about it again, he turned around and continued to look for the whereabouts of Luo Baiyi and the others in a different way. But who knew that as soon as he returned to the avenue, he saw a person lying under the tree on the side of the road, quite familiar, and when he got closer, he found that it was Wen Nanzhi who fell under the tree, his face was pale and bruised, but Duan Qingmeng was nowhere to be found.

I wondered in my heart, although the demon in the umbrella has a perverse personality and doesn't like to be with others, but Wen Nanzhi is his own person after all, and he was seriously injured and fell on the side of the road, how can the demon in the umbrella not be saved. Probing his nose with his fingers, there was still a snort, and the blood marks on his body were still fresh, so he took out the gold sore medicine from his arms and applied medicine to Wen Nanzhi's wound. After a while, Wen Nanzhi gradually woke up, and an intermittent and extremely hoarse voice floated out from under the beast bone mask of the demon in the umbrella: "Why...... ...... here"

Wen Nanzhi's expression stiffened, and he replied weakly: "Be careful......"

"Be careful?" the demon in the umbrella didn't understand what he meant, and was about to get up. As soon as he straightened his waist, he heard a muffled sound, and the lower abdomen of the demon in the umbrella was stained red with blood, and he turned around in surprise, only to see a person who touched his back without moving at some point, and a sword pierced through. Seeing the demon in the umbrella turn around, the man withdrew his long sword again, and when his head was slashed, the beast bone mask instantly turned in half and fell to the ground.

Yang Tian fell, and his breath was beside Wen Nanzhi, the blood flowed like an infusion, and he was also dead.

Nawen Nanzhi glanced at it, and the expression that seemed to be distorted by pain disappeared in an instant, and he was still expressionless, standing up as if nothing had happened, and when he saw the man, he bowed down and bowed: "See the little prince." "The person who came was a young man, with excellent swordsmanship, and he was the son of Ying Wuji, the little prince of Tanglin Mansion, who should leave late.

Swinging his sword, he shook off the blood on the sword body, took a sword flower and put the sword into the sheath, and said with a smile to Wen Nanzhi: "Wen Shaoxia, please get up quickly." Wen Nanzhi got up at this time, glanced at the corpse of the demon in the umbrella, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Ying Wanli saw it in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Wen Shaoxia knows the destiny of heaven and knows the current affairs, since he has returned to the imperial court and assisted my father in eliminating the chaos in the rivers and lakes, he will definitely reward his merits and deeds in the future, and recommend Wen Shaoxia to the current saint and give him the title of marquis." ”

Wen Nanzhi was overjoyed, and knelt down again and said, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

"I think that Wen Shaoxia was not on the list because the imperial examination papers were tampered with and replaced, so he had no choice but to become a Jianghu person, and he was the one who caused the disaster. Now that I am fortunate to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, I want to rely on Wen Shaoxia's full stomach, and I will definitely do something in the future!" Ying Wanli patted him on the shoulder and helped him up.

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