Tang Dance Song, Fuyin Pavilion.

Xuanyuan Mo held the sword in his hand, knelt on the ground with a single paint, and leaned over to plead guilty, "The subordinates are not doing well, and I ask the son to punish him." ”

Shuyi played with a jade porcelain cup in his hand, and did not speak, his knuckles knocked on the white jade porcelain very regularly, and his voice seemed to be asking Xuanyuan's memory.

Six years ago, there was blood at dusk.

On that day, under the blood-colored sun, Xuanyuan was seriously injured and embarrassed, and was chased all the way to Cangyang Lake by a group of black-clothed people.

At that time, Shuyi was sitting on the tall tree on the other side of Cangyang Lake, with a pair of eyes half-open and half-closed, I don't know whether he was watching the lake or listening to the wind, or maybe he was taking a nap, looking lazy and leisurely.

Xuanyuan Mo still doesn't know that his family's son, who is handsome on the surface and black on the inside, was just dreaming of the red-clothed goddess he had met in Cangyang Lake, and he was thinking about the lake.

Thinking about it, I didn't meet the peerless goddess in my dream, but I met Xuanyuan who was at the end of the road.

From the reflection of the lake and mountains, Shuyi saw the thin young man staggering with blood, but his eyes were fierce and hideous, and his methods were precise and ruthless. The young man retreated while fighting, his blood wet and heavy, like a demon who had climbed up from the hell of Yama, his hand was up and down, and his flesh and blood were flying.

Yin Yin's blood spilled into the soil and stained the surface of the lake red.

The lake was poisoned, and when the lake water touched a wound, it would spread all over the body, hurting all the internal organs.

Xuanyuan Mo had already been injured, countless wounds on his body were opened, and blood waterfalls flowed, after all, he was exhausted, outnumbered, and was forced to the shore of Cangyang Lake step by step, and there was no way to retreat.

With a steel knife in front of him and a poisonous pool behind him, at that time, Xuanyuan Mo was still a child who was less than ten years old, and his tenacious heart made even the most cold-blooded killers sigh to themselves. A pair of eyes were red, bursting with bloodthirsty light, gloomy and ruthless. The people besieging him in black were all overwhelmed by the powerful evil aura emanating from this young man's body, and they didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

His life can only be exchanged for his life!

Even if he died, he would die with a thousand cuts, and let them all be buried together, and he would never take a step back and kill himself in the cold water.

Xuanyuan Mo gasped and moved forward slowly, one blood mark at a time, the black sword crossed his chest, and those black-clothed people involuntarily retreated again.

"You and other traitors, you should sacrifice my sword soul with your life!"

With an angry roar, the long sword waved, and Xuanyuan Mo immediately smashed into the encirclement of the man in black, the long sword flew over, the sword light came, the blood rain showered, and the wail was repeated.

A black-clothed killer was entangled with his life, and when Xuanyuan Mo stabbed the long sword straight into his chest, he felt that the killing had arrived in his back, however, he was still slow for a moment, and turned to the side, and a long sword behind him had pierced under his left ribs, stringing him and the black-clothed killer in front of him. Immediately after that, hundreds of blades covered their faces, and the cold light was clear......

At the most desperate time at the end of Xuanyuan, he saw a white-shirted and blue-robed son, who came like a god treading water. Xuanyuan Mo saw Shu Yi flick his sleeves, and a sword qi like a crescent moon shot out from his fingers, piercing through the clouds and sky, and directly hitting the man in black. Xuanyuan Mo couldn't even see how Shuyi made a move, and those black-clothed people were completely wiped out in an instant.

When Shuyi turned around to leave, Xuanyuan Mo knelt in front of Shu Yi and said with a cold face, "I am the young master of the Netherworld Palace, Xuanyuan Mo, and the number one killer who everyone in the rivers and lakes is afraid of, the phantom." ”

Shuyi paused, slightly surprised.

The Netherworld Temple is the most mysterious organization in the rivers and lakes, it does not belong to any city, nor does it belong to any gang, it is nowhere to be found, but it is everywhere, and it acts very secretively.

The Netherworld Temple is engaged in killing people and buying and selling, regardless of good and evil, as long as the price is raised, anyone will be killed.

And the Phantom is the most valuable killer in the Netherworld Temple in recent years, it is rumored that he is extremely fast, coming and going without a trace, so no one has ever seen his appearance, let alone thought that he would be such a young boy who has not yet been weakly crowned.

Shuyi was quite surprised to look at him twice, but only twice. Not interested.

Xuanyuan Mo has started a series of cruel killer training since he was born, and has been living in killing and blood, and the cruel reality has spurred him to grow up indifferent and ruthless, no love and hate, no joy and sorrow, he kills, and people kill him, compared to whose knife is faster.

He had been on his first mission since he was six years old, and he was now bleeding a lot of blood.

The killer is the most ruthless, in this world, only people want his life, including his closest siblings, secretly poison him, and then send people to kill him with all their might.

But no one ever saved his life.

Except for Shuyi.

"Since Childe saved me, then my life will be Childe's in the future. Xuanyuan Mo was covered in blood, his posture was thin and crumbling, but his eyes were very resolute when he looked at Shuyi.

Shuyi didn't want Xuanyuan Mo to repay, he saved Xuanyuan Mo just because he was so bloody and embarrassed when he was seriously injured and woke up, and at that time, an unknown person reached out to save him.

"I'm not trying to save you, it's just that they didn't pick a good place to kill people, and they swept away my Yaxing in the lake, so- damn it!"

Shu Yi lowered his eyes and looked at Xuanyuan, smiled coldly, and left indifferently.

The rain in Yuecheng fell for three days and three nights, and Xuanyuan Mo knelt outside Wuxinju for three days and three nights, and finally broke Shuyi's formation with his broken body, broke into Wuxinju, and fell to the main hall of Wuxinju with a sigh.

Shu Yi couldn't resist Xuanyuan's stubbornness, and saw that he was indeed talented, tenacious by nature, and a rare material to be made. He gave him a pill to nourish his heart, healed his wounds, and used some conspiracies to help him clear the remnants of the Netherworld Temple in one fell swoop and become the new master of the Netherworld.

Since then, Xuanyuan has become Shuyi's most powerful and loyal subordinate. has been hidden by Shuyi's side, working hard for him before and after the saddle. And the Netherworld Palace, has gradually become the Netherworld Palace of Shuyi, whether it is strategy or exercises, Shuyi is enough to convince the people of the Netherworld, and it is the entire Netherworld Palace, all of which are based on his horse's head.

Now seeing that the painting heart has repeatedly committed dangers, always pretending to harm people, but has no heart to defend against people, there are many enemies in the open and secret, Shuyi can not rest assured, I wanted to use the painting heart to accept apprentices for him, and the end of Xuanyuan was naturally placed on the side of the painting heart to protect her, but I don't want to, the painting heart is really - "unique vision", but it is the useless play that is selected.

"Well, you better protect her secretly first, and then find an opportunity to stay by her side later. Shuyi frowned slightly.

"Yes. ”

Xuanyuan Mo saw that Shuyi had not been blamed, and his heart was a little more stable. Shuyi looked through the window at the red and green figures in the street market, slightly distracted.

What kind of woman is this, so that he can't control it and can't give it up.

"What is the origin of those two women in the Geyue Hall?" After Huaxin walked out of Shuyi's field of vision, Shuyi slowly withdrew his gaze from the market.

"Hui Gongzi, I searched through the spy information of the Netherworld Temple, but I couldn't find any information about these two women. The subordinates guessed ......" The words came to his mouth, and Xuanyuan Mo felt that it was too unbelievable, and he didn't know how to say it.

Shu Yi took Xuanyuan's words disappretently, "The place that can't be found in the Netherworld Hall is only Liangcheng!"

"But Liangcheng is just a rumor after all...... Even if it exists, it has very little contact with the outside world. "Xuanyuan Mo is only a mortal after all, although Yuecheng is prevalent in cultivating immortals, however, in the past 10,000 years, I have not really seen anyone who has ascended to heaven, and the immortals, gods, Buddhas, demons, and monsters are all rumors, and few people have seen them.

And the mythical Liangcheng, because everyone who has seen it has not come out alive, has become a legend over time, and it is reasonable for Xuanyuan to have doubts.

"There are not many people in the world who can hurt you. Moreover, isn't it rumored that the Queen of Liangcheng is chasing and killing the assassins of Qingcheng recently?" Shuyi turned the teacup slightly, deliberately bypassing the painting heart to heal Xuanyuan's wounds without asking, and said slowly, "It's just that for some reason, I chased and killed Yuecheng." ”

At the mention of his wound, Xuanyuan's heart tightened, and Shuyi didn't ask, so he breathed a sigh of relief again. Both of them knew about it - there was something wrong with the painting.

However, one person does not dare to ask, and one person does not dare to speak.

This is where the subordinates are confused. Xuanyuan Mo continued Shuyi's words and said incomprehensibly, "According to the information Qu Qianqian got from Dai Chun'er, Dump Junmo has returned to Qingcheng and has never been to Yuecheng. ”

This just shows that she doesn't mean to be drunk. Shuyi tapped the eaves of the table with his knuckles, his back to the light, and his eyes were deep, "What kind of place is Liangcheng? If the queen of Liangcheng really intends to catch the murderer of poison, can the murderer escape from Liangcheng alive?"

Naturally, no!

Mo said that he killed Liangcheng's favorite concubine in Liangcheng, since ancient times, everyone who said that he went to Liangcheng to find Liangcheng was later missing.

Liangcheng's methods are mysteriously terrifying.

"Childe is saying that Qingcheng's Dumping Junmo was actually deliberately let go by the Queen of Liangcheng? and then chased to Yuecheng by chasing Dumping Gentleman? But with her exercises, Yuecheng didn't come when she wanted to, and it didn't matter if she didn't have Dumping Moon, so why did she have to make such a big noise to make everyone know?" Xuanyuan Mo became more and more puzzled, thinking of Feng Guiliang's phoenix crown costume and throwing millions of gold, which was obviously deliberately showing his identity.

"Because she's delivering a message to someone in Yuecheng, she, the Queen of Liangcheng is here!" Shuyi's eyes flashed with a light of insight into everything, and he wondered, who is this Queen of Liangcheng waiting for? What is the purpose? Is there a conspiracy?

Xuanyuan Mo saw the wisdom hidden in Shuyi's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, how could his son-in-law's wisdom and calmness be all gone in front of his wife?

"How long has she been setting for the Geyue Hall?" Shuyi raised his eyebrows.

"Originally, it was only scheduled for today, but the woman in the scarlet dress went to renew it for another three days. ”

"Your guests are coming to the door and let the seven good students entertain them. Shuyi put the tea cup on the carved sandalwood table, got up slowly, flicked his sleeves and said, "Dispatch the charm, keep an eye on these two people in three days, and report to me one by one the people they saw in three days." ”

"Yes. "Xuanyuan received the order.

"Also, today your hand goes back to soak for three hours, thinking that you have a merit in protecting her this time, don't care, if there is a next time, you will come to see you with your broken palm. ”

"...... "What is the son talking about?" Xuanyuan Mo was stunned for a moment, why did his hand offend him?

When Shuyi waved his hand and tore off the big bow on his chest, he was a little surprised, could it be...... Madame touched his hand as she healed him......

This, this, this...... Childe, do you dare to be more jealous.

Shuyi slowly left Tang Wuge from the back door with his hand, leaving Xuanyuan Mo alone and messy......

Xuanyuan was in charge of the Netherworld Temple, and the Lord assassinated. The deputy hall master Qu Qianzhen, the main spy.

Under the Netherworld, there are four major underworld masters, as well as ten heavenly stems and twelve dark guards of the earthly branches. Except for the seventh day of the Tang Dance Song, the other eleven people were hidden by Shuyi's side with Xuanyuan.

The charm of the four great underworld masters, light skills are exquisite, and the disciples are all good at hiding, hidden in all streets and all walks of life, and the eyeliner is all over the city, every pool, every door and every house, so if you want to follow a person's whereabouts, it is effortless, and there is no trace of it.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

Shuyi stepped on the afterglow, staggered the painting heart and Qing Jiuying, and returned to Wuxinju leisurely.

Now that the net has been laid, I just wait for the cicada to take the bait.