The four long swords turned into the four ink dragons of the thickness of the arm and went straight to Ying Wanli who flew in the air, Ying Wanli secretly screamed badly, too late to dodge, and looked up and Zhu Qingqiu's internal strength of the qin song had arrived in front of him, so he had to sink the internal force into the dantian and fall down his body, but he didn't want the four ink dragons to let him go, but also fell down, biting his cuffs and boots, Ying Wanli fell to the ground in all directions, the ink dissipated, and only four bright long swords remained, like four big nails, nailing Ying Wanli to the ground.

Ren Shanhuai fell beside him, leaning over, his breath still not stabilized, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a chuckle: "It's a pity that you didn't learn the withered pine swimming dragon sword." ”

"But your sword is obviously ......" Ying Wanli's expression was a little strange, and it didn't seem like a simple doubt.

"Who told you I only have one sword. Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu walked hand in hand to Ying Wanli's side, Ying Wanli did not struggle, and a smile appeared on his face, seeing the two approaching, Ying Wanli shouted violently, and the four swords nailed to the ground were shocked away, Ying Wanli flew up, flipped forward, hooked his sword with the tips of his right fingers, drew an arc with his feet, and kicked the four long swords towards Ren Shanhuai and the two. Although Ren Shanhuai knew that this sword array was difficult to trap Ying Wanli, he didn't know that he could crack it so easily.

Ren Shanhuai flew up, and with a wave of his unfolded robe sleeves, he put the four swords into his sleeves again, and turned around and landed beside Zhu Qingqiu. The three of them once again formed a confrontation between the two sides, and Ying Wanli was attacked by Ren Shanhuai, and he was naturally unconvinced: "The withered pine swims in the dragon sword, it is really interesting." When I solve you, I'll go to learn from that old Mo Dao!"

After that, from the dantian, a scorching internal force surged around the sword body with cold light, and the fire of internal force burned on Ying Wanli's long sword, this move is still the fireworks and fire sword of the Splendid Pavilion, the Splendid Pavilion is proficient in eighteen weapons, and most of the moves are gorgeous, but in Ying Wanli's hand, this sword move has a little more oppression. The figure shook, and in the next moment, Ying Wanli had already killed with a sword. Zhu Qingqiu held Qinghuai Qin in her arms and retreated again and again, Ren Shanhuai blocked in front of her, and grabbed a sword that fell from her cuffs and went forward. 、

"Ping-" The blades collided, each took three steps back, Ren Shan Huaifu stabbed at Ying Wanli's lower abdomen with another sword, Ying Wanli leaned over to dodge, his body flipped, and the hand that was close to his lower abdomen held the long sword and stabbed forward, Ren Shanhuai blocked it with a horizontal sword, and the tip of the sword slashed across the sword body, splashing sparks. Ying Wanli's body spun extremely quickly, and the sword in his hand stabbed out like a drill bit extremely fiercely, and Ren Shanhuai sealed the direction of the long sword.

The two of them were anxious for a long time, and they stepped on the ground with one foot in the evening, turned over and rose up, and slashed down with a sword, the flames roared, and the fireworks were swirling, which was extremely dazzling. Ren Shanhuai also fell out of a long sword in the sleeve of his left hand, the double swords were in his hand, staggered and stacked, sealed on the top of his head, trying to block the sword, the internal force poured, the two of them could not hold each other, and the long sword in his hand could not advance or retreat. Zhu Qingqiu on the side thought in his heart: "Although this person will have many moves, his internal strength is average, his cultivation is still shallow, and he has been holding it for a long time with most of the changeable moves, and now he is stalemate with Shanhuai, and it is difficult to get out." It's not a way to go on like this, and then it's going to be a lose-lose situation, so it's better for me to force it back now. Even if it is a critical moment, I can't take care of any morality. ”

Thinking of this, Zhu Qingqiu put Qinghuaiqin aside, rose into the air, flipped forward and fell, and a palm fell from the sky, hitting Ying Wanli's back. Between the stalemate between Ying Wanli and Ren Shanhuai, it was really difficult to withdraw, and he slapped Zhu Qingqiu hard, shaking the meridians, the internal force dissipated, hurting the dantian, the long sword in his hand fell, fell down, and retreated again and again.

Ren Shanhuai found the right time, locked the long sword that Ying Wanli had dropped, staggered the blade of the sword, turned the long sword, and the long sword that was still burning flew towards Ying Wan.

Ying Wanli, who had just stood firm, saw a sword flying, and in a panic, he subconsciously used his hand to block it, which also made Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu gasp. The long sword that was still burning with internal force, once the sword qi entered the body, it was not just as simple as damaging flesh and blood. And when Ying Wanli's raised right hand collided with the sharp long sword, the cold blade pierced the miserable white palm without any suspense, and the blade that penetrated the entire palm finally stopped advancing. And the white hand was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the falling blood beads were connected into a thin line, dripping to the ground along the palm prints. And the flame went down the cuffs and began to burn the brocade robe.

Ying Wanli's terrible screams echoed in the forests on both sides, Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu were also a little unbearable, but Ying Wanli was the son of Ying Wuqi after all, which was also a helpless move. Ying Wanli didn't seem to be worried about the sword wound on his hand, he didn't care about his unconscious and bloody right hand, but more about the flames that had spread along his shoulder, his face distorted by horror was already sweating like rain, and there was not a trace of blood-colored skin showing anxiety, and his mouth was still shouting: "Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire!"

Watching jumping up and down, shaking his arms, and hurriedly turning around and leaving, he was completely different from the domineering noble son before, like a child, extremely afraid of fire. Ren Shanhuai shook his head and sighed, while Zhu Qingqiu was more puzzled. Ying Wanli's figure was reflected in Zhu Qingqiu's mind, showing an extremely blurred picture, in a sea of fire, the sky-high firelight reflected the dark night, countless figures were swallowed by the flames, a four-year-old child cried helplessly in the sea of fire, but no one could save him.

"Impossible," Zhu Qingqiu shook his head, "Impossible, he has already passed away......"

"What are you talking about?" Hearing Zhu Qingqiu talking to himself, Ren Shanhuai lowered his head and asked. Seeing Ren Shanhuai asking, Zhu Qingqiu subconsciously replied: "Oh, it's nothing, I just thought of some old things from the past." ”

And Ying Wanli, who was like an ant on a hot pot, had already left his long sword and fled, disappearing. Seeing that Zhu Qingqiu was in a trance, Ren Shanhuai gently hugged her thin shoulders, bringing her a trace of warmth and bringing her back to reality from her memories. Ren Shanhuai's warm smile met Zhu Qingqiu's eyes, making her laugh unconsciously. "Let's hurry up, Ah Xue and they have already arrived in Tanglin Mansion, if they are one step later, I'm afraid they will go directly to Ying Wuji. Ren Shanhuai said. Zhu Qingqiu nodded, picked up the guqin that was placed aside, and the two walked side by side towards Tanglin Mansion.

After a while, the group of black-clothed people woke up slowly, and saw that Ren Shanhuai and the others were gone, and they saw blood stains all over the ground, and the saber that should leave was thrown aside, and there was no body, but the little prince was injured, and he knew that the mission had failed, but he had to report that Ying Wujian was missing, so he took a shortcut and returned to Tanglin Mansion first.

And the temporary sanity of Ying Wanli ran all the way to a river, his clothes had been burned by the flames, he did not hesitate to burrow into the river, although the flames were extinguished, but the sword wound on his hand was bleeding excessively, and there were scarlet ripples on the surface of the river, and Ying Wanli's consciousness became more and more blurred. Soon he fainted. The torn-clad body floated down the river, downstream.

Yin Zhuangqiu, the governor of Tanglin Prefecture, is fishing in the Chaohai River twenty miles outside the city, which stretches for hundreds of miles and eventually flows eastward into the East China Sea, where fish and shrimp flourish, but the people are forbidden to fish. The river is governed by sections, and this section of the river naturally belongs to the jurisdiction of Tanglin Prefecture, and Zhuangqiu, who is the Yin of Tanglin Prefecture, is naturally not subject to this law. And the so-called fishing is nothing more than Zhuang Qiu's fat body curled up on a very large and comfortable bamboo chair, squinting and not looking at the fishing rod in his hand, as if he had fallen asleep. But the attendant holding the umbrella beside him did not dare to slack off, and Zhuang Qiu's calves were also enjoying the servant's massage. Behind Zhuang Qiu are dozens of guards with knives, responsible for his safety.

Seeing a dark shadow faintly floating on the surface of the river, the guards behind him became vigilant, and when the black shadow gradually approached, everyone saw that it was a man who was injured and fainted. The guards rushed to the river, blocking Zhuang Qiu's body, for fear that he would be harmed. Although Zhuang Qiu closed his eyes slightly, the light in front of him was blocked, so he said lazily: "What are you guys doing, blocking the view of this mansion, what should you be guilty of?"

A guard stepped forward and whispered in Zhuang Qiu's ear, "My lord, there is a person floating on the river. Please instruct me, what should I do?" Zhuang Qiu still did not open his eyes, and asked casually: "How can there be people floating in the river? Didn't you commit suicide by jumping into the river?" "This person was injured, and it didn't look like he had committed suicide. Besides, he doesn't know if he's dead or alive......," replied the guard. "Hurry up and dispose of it," Zhuang Qiu instructed, "Don't let others find out that there are dead people in the river section managed by this government, and at that time it will affect the performance of this government, won't the gains outweigh the losses?"

"Yes!" the guards were ordered, and all of them came forward to salvage the man ashore, and sure enough, he still had breath, so they squeezed his chest, and choked the man, and finally he could breathe, but he was still unconscious. Zhuang Qiu, who was still lying on the bamboo chair, opened his eyes slightly, glanced at it, and Zhuang Qiu, who liked to collect all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry, saw the jade plaque hanging from the man's waist at a glance. The jade plate has a transparent texture, pure color, exquisite carving, and is a superior product, and it is by no means something that ordinary people can have.

Zhuang Qiu hurriedly got up and came to the man's side, and the guards all retreated to the side to make way for Zhuang Qiu, and said: "My lord, this person has burnt marks, most of his upper clothes have been burned, and there is a sword wound on his right hand, which is likely to be caused by the brawl between the people in the rivers and lakes." Zhuang Qiu didn't seem to care about this person's injury and the return of the guards, his pair of mung bean-like eyes stared at the jade plate, and couldn't wait to reach out and tear off the jade card, holding it in the palm of his hand, he could feel a trace of cold, Zhuang Qiu's eyes were full of joy, and he was full of praise: "It's really a treasure, isn't it a pity that such treasures can't be returned to me?"

The guard beside him catered and said: "This person still has breath, if the adult really likes it, it is better to accept it, this person will be handed over to his subordinates to deal with, and the adult will not be worried." Zhuang Qiu glanced at the guard approvingly, nodded slightly, and said, "You kid is quite clever, so I'll leave it to you." After the deed is completed, the government has a lot of rewards. At this time, Zhuang Qiu suddenly turned over the jade card, only to see that the back of the jade card was impressively engraved, and the jade card was given by the royal family in the light year, and the little prince of Tanglin was two lines of words.

Zhuang Qiu's pupils contracted suddenly, a pair of small eyes were round, the beard on his lips also trembled, and the hand holding the jade card also trembled, and hurriedly shouted to the guard: "Wait!" The guard was called out, and looked back at Zhuang Qiu in confusion, Zhuang Qiu panted and stepped forward with small steps, squatting beside the man with difficulty, and his trembling hand carefully brushed away the wet hair that he had attached to his face to block his appearance, and the familiar face came into view.

Although Zhuang Qiu is only the governor of Yin, he has also had several relationships with Ying Wanli, and has always wanted to curry favor with Ying Wanli to get rid of Ying Wu, but he didn't want the little prince he had been longing to meet to appear in front of him like this. Zhuang Qiu stood up suddenly, his center of gravity was unstable, he fell back, and the guards next to him hurriedly supported him, but Zhuang Qiu didn't appreciate it, and pushed the guard away, and his backhand was a slap. The guard who had just eaten some sweetness was slapped again, and hurriedly knelt down in shock and begged: "My subordinates should die, my subordinates should die, my subordinates have offended my lord, my sin is unforgivable, and I hope your lord will spare your life!"

Zhuang Qiu pointed at the guard and reprimanded angrily: "Just now, you almost plunged this mansion into the abyss!" The man listened in the clouds, and he didn't know what Zhuang Qiu meant. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qiu actually pulled out his saber, and with a wave of his arm, before the guard could beg for mercy, there was a bloody mark on his neck, and he passed away with a puzzle that he could not solve.

Throwing away the bloody knife, Zhuang Qiu turned around, and the rest of the guards and attendants were all taken aback when they saw this, and they were at a loss, so they hurriedly knelt down together and said, "Please calm your anger." Zhuang Qiu adjusted his mood and immediately ordered: "Come on, bury his body, and send the little prince back to the palace, so that he can wait." If anyone dares to slack off, he will not be spared! Go back to the house! This mansion is going to visit the prince!" Only then did everyone know that the young man who was salvaged turned out to be the dignity of the dignified little prince, no wonder Zhuangqiu would change so much.

The attendant went to a short distance to call the resting sedan chair man, let Zhuangqiu get on the sedan chair, the guards carried Ying Wan, and the group hurried back to the Tanglin Mansion.

At this time, Ying Wujian was sitting in the inner hall, and there was a chess game on the table in front of him, and the chessboard was full of black and white chess pieces, which was already an endgame. Recently, everything has been complicated, and it should be okay to take advantage of this for a little recreation. First, the twenty killers returned home one after another, kneeling together in the inner hall, please do not suffer from illness. After listening to their reply, Ying Wujian asked: "So, Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu didn't kill you, but just knocked you unconscious." And when you woke up, there was no trace of the two of them, and only traces of the fight and the little prince's sword were left around? So, you don't know where the little prince is now?"

Although Ying Wuji's tone did not have murderous intent, it made everyone shudder, and the black-clothed man led by him trembled and said: "Back to the prince, it was our negligence that lost to Ren Shanhuai and the others for a while. But I really don't know where the little prince is, so I ask the prince to forgive me! I am willing to make meritorious service for my crimes, find the little prince, redeem the merits, and ask the prince for forgiveness!"

Ying Wujian slowly raised his right hand, and when everyone saw this, they were already frightened and trembling like chaff, but who knew that Ying Wujian just waved his hand slightly, signaled everyone to retreat, and said: "It's no wonder that you guys are in this matter, it is this king who underestimated Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu, they have followed this king for many years, and some skills should also be." You must step down, and you will need to do things in the future. As for the little prince, this king has his own arrangements, so you don't have to worry about it. ”

When everyone heard this, their bodies were already soaked with sweat, and their hearts finally fell when they mentioned their throats, so they bowed together: "Thank you for the grace of the prince not to kill!"

After the black-clothed killer left, Zhuang Qiu rushed into the inner hall in a hurry, he was also the governor of Tanglin Mansion, and he was one of Ying Wuji's henchmen, so the guards at the door naturally would not stop him. Fang entered the inner hall, and the panting Zhuang Qiu lifted his hem and knelt down with a plop, and bowed: "Subordinate...... Subordinate Tanglin Province...... Fu Yin, Zhuang Qiu...... See Wang Ye...... "I don't know if it's caused by panic or obesity, Zhuangqiu's breath is extremely disordered.

"Why is Lord Zhuang so alarmed? Ying Wujian sat behind the incense case, twisting the chess pieces and still pondering the chess game, and did not look at Zhuang Qiu kneeling in front of him. Zhuang Qiu didn't dare to get up without permission, so he had to sit on his knees and slowly move to the front of the incense case, and whispered: "I don't know if the little prince has gone from Chengtian Mansion to Tanglin Mansion." Ying Wujian was slightly stunned when he heard this, smiled, did not hide it, nodded and said, "This is indeed the case." ”

"I don't know where the little prince is now?" Zhuang Qiu said cautiously and tentatively.

"This king is old, so he naturally wants to share the joy of family with his children, and now he has sent someone to Chengtianfu to pick him up, so he is naturally still on the way, and he has already arrived in the territory of Tanglin Mansion. Ying Wujian replied casually. Zhuang Qiu didn't know whether this was true or false, but he didn't dare to refute it, so he continued: "Xia Guan just learned that the little prince was intercepted by bandits when he entered the country, and the attendants were all killed, and the little prince was also injured and thrown into the Chaohai River by the robbers. ”

Ying Wujian heard this, glanced sideways at Zhuang Qiu, and laughed out loud in his heart, but still asked quietly: "Oh? In this way, I have to thank Lord Zhuang for coming to the rescue." ”

"The lower officials don't dare, this is a matter within the lower officials' duties. Zhuang Qiu made up this lie in order to test Ying Wuji, and more importantly, to exaggerate his own merits to please Ying Wuji, but Ying Wuji did not puncture him, but just asked: "I don't know where those robbers are now?