The Ye family's mansion is not lively today, Ye Fanglan rarely asked the cook to cook some good dishes, and asked his subordinates to sort out a rather spacious room for Li Shengping to live in.

All this is naturally the bookkeeper Mr. Zhang Luo, Ye Fanglan shrank in the study as soon as he returned to the house, not knowing what he was doing.

The night was slightly thick, the sky was a little dreary, and the moon was just hanging on the tip when it was obscured by the clouds.

Ye Fanglan sorted out the books he had read last night, stacked them neatly aside, lit a candle, and then sat on the chair leisurely, pondering for a moment before he raised his head and looked at the door of the study, and said with a light smile: "Can I ask you, who sent you?"

The black-clothed figure slowly walked out of the shadows, and it seemed that it should be a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The black gauze engraved with the hidden seal covers the face, making people unable to see through, the figure is well-proportioned, the slender and white hand holds a silver dagger, and a pair of long eyes are clear and cold.

Although she couldn't see her face, Ye Fanglan could vaguely guess what kind of face covered with frost was under the black veil.

Ye Fanglan smiled lightly: "The murderous aura is indeed good, but it is still a little bit less interesting to conceal it." ”

The girl in black didn't speak, her body sank slightly, she moved a little step forward, her hands and feet suddenly became difficult, and a flash of silver light was swift and sharp.

Ye Fanglan's expression was still leisurely, he got up indifferently and picked up the scroll with one hand, copied it behind his back with the other, leaned his body to the side for a few minutes, the knife light that was like a broken bamboo brushed the edge of his clothes, and the wall behind him was like tofu, which was easily cut.

And just between these breaths, Ye Fanglan's palm behind his back suddenly slapped out, and there was a book-flipping style in his sleeve, and he swam out quickly, and an explosion suddenly sounded in the air, and a nearly transparent palm print was faintly visible.

The black-clothed girl turned her wrist, and the dagger turned around in the air and stabbed at the palm print with her backhand, and the palm print sword qi touched, and a few white rays bloomed in the air.

The girl in black had a tense body, her body bounced to the ground, and she came to Ye Fanglan's side in an instant, without dragging mud and water, and chopping her head down.

Good fast knife.

Ye Fanglan narrowed his eyes, swept his body back, and raised the scroll in his hand to block it above his head.

"Zheng~"

The sound of the blades handing over was extremely crisp.

The dagger of the girl in black was blocked by the scroll, and Ruhong's momentum was inevitably a little stagnant.

And at this moment, I saw Ye Fanglan's empty hand pinching out the trick, and then holding his middle finger against his thumb and flicking it gently.

A spiral-shaped stream of air was subtle and imperceptible, bursting through the air.

The danger of death loomed over her heart, and the graceful figure forcibly twisted in the air, and the air blow brought a smear of blood around her waist like a knife.

The girl in black hurriedly retreated, standing still a little away, her eyes quietly looking around, it was obvious that this was an extremely failed assassination, and the wound on her waist dripping with blood reminded her that she had to find a way to retreat.

Ye Fanglan held the scroll in one hand, and behind the other hand, a book-turning style lingered from between the long sleeves, and the scroll in his hand quietly lifted a page.

The girl in black took a step back with her right foot, stepped on a shadow, and her body seemed to melt and sink in.

Ye Fanglan's toes lightly touched the ground, quietly setting off a circle of ripples from his place, and the girl's retreat was like being struck by lightning because of this, and her body staggered forward from the shadows, unable to leave at all.

Ye Fanglan looked at the girl and smiled: "It is not difficult for you to kill the first-class official of the Great Liang Imperial Court today, but it is still a little worse to assassinate a monk of the Listening Rain Realm." ”

The girl's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and she did not answer.

The dog-headed military advisor of Daliang was not in a hurry, but thought about it carefully, the girl in front of him must not have gone to the wrong door and killed someone by the way. can really be said to be an assassin, just with the girl's cultivation in the soul condensing realm, the people behind her are too big-hearted.

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When He An talked with Chen Anzhi about the saint's disappearance after his death, he once put forward such a very bold idea, he compared the monks in the three states and five places to the furnace ding, and the spiritual sea is the elixir in the furnace, the monk's life journey is to perfect this elixir, so that when he continues to become holy, this elixir will reach the most perfect state.

The next thing can be imagined, naturally someone came to collect the elixir, so it is not unreasonable, but it is too shocking, you must know that the saint is already standing at the peak of existence, it can be said that in addition to the lord of the world, the holy realm is the highest hope of a monk in this life.

Immediately afterwards, He Anzai talked about breaking the spiritual sea, causing this elixir to be flawed, so as to avoid the surveillance of a certain force or a certain group of people, and achieve a real cover-up.

Chen Anzhi only felt that this was a whimsical statement at the time, and he didn't think that He Anzai could really do it, but now it seems that he can't help but make his scalp a little numb, this He Anzai actually practiced this set on him, and I don't know if it is really perfect after these thousands of years.

But in general, Chen Anzhi did gain a lot, that Jin Xi Xiaozi independently repaired his shattered spiritual sea, the sea water in the spiritual sea is now opened up to the size of a pond, and the most important thing is that the golden lotus and white jade bridge that emerged in the spiritual sea flowed with a terrifying aura, and he became a serious soul condensing realm monk.

Looking at Chen Anzhi, he always felt that the white-clothed swordsman was different from before, but he couldn't say what had changed.

Chen Anzhi put Mu Chunjian back into the sheath, hid his thoughts, shook his shirt slightly, and walked forward, "Let's go, let's see what this guy is planning." ”