In front of the crumbling post house, a squad of officers from the nearby county government had already arrived, and the shopkeeper on duty was trembling and beckoned people to clean up the scene and settle the wounded.

Yang Tianshi explained a few words, ignored the hospitality, and immediately took the remaining brocade guards to drive their horses into the distance.

Not long ago, there were more than 20 brocade guards, and now with the addition of Yang Tianshi of 1,000 households, there are only eight people who can move, including 100 households Jinyan who was injured in the waist and abdomen.

In the following days, the group picked a sparsely populated path, occasionally turned back, and rushed in the direction of the capital uncertainly.

Everyone is a master of tracing, and they know how not to be tracked by others, and until they are not far from the capital, they have never encountered anyone who came to rob the prisoner.

However, no one dares to relax their vigilance if they don't go to the capital, not to mention those heroes who don't know the truth and are pretentious, even the killers of Hell Gate will not let them go.

It is rumored that as long as it is a mission taken by the gates of hell, there is no one that cannot be completed! No one has ever been able to escape their attacks!

The sky was dark, and the dark clouds pressed down, as if they could reach out. The sound of the wind was miserable, and a few dazzling rays of thunder appeared from the clouds in the distance from time to time, and the muffled thunder sounded, resounding between the heavens and the earth.

Between the mountains and forests, next to a path, there is a dilapidated and uninhabited mountain temple.

Yang Tianshi and his party had just tied their horses, lit a bonfire, and were resting around the fire.

I don't know which side of the wild god sculpture stands in the middle of the temple, and the hideous face is covered with cobwebs, which is more and more terrifying.

The prisoner Wei Zaode lay on the side with a sallow face, and the vitality in his body was like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

God is pitiful, Lord Wei has been pampered since he was a child, when has he lived such a bumpy and wandering life, these days of morning meals and nightstays, and bumps on horseback, have already made him feel painful, and he wants to end such a day as soon as possible, even if he goes to prison, it is good!

Chen Ziang stood in front of the window with his sword in his hand, silently watching the outside of the temple, the wind became more and more urgent, and he saw that the heavy rain was about to pour down. A white shadow came from afar.

"Someone's coming!"

The faint reminder made the hearts of the group tighten, got up and stood, and held the blades and hands again.

The ruined temple was deserted, the gate was demolished and moved away, and the howling wind swept the fallen leaves on the ground into a small whirlpool. The white figure stepped on the fallen leaves and stopped in front of the door.

When I looked closely, I found that it was a woman wearing a hat, a white shirt, and a piano case.

The piano case is very large, but it seems easy for the other party to carry it.

The white veil hanging from the hat covered the woman's face, and it also gave the other party a touch of mystery.

"A few officials, it's getting late, and the rainstorm is coming, so the little woman has to bother it again!"

The sound is crisp and pleasant, like a yellow warbler.

When she met so many men in such a place, her voice did not have the slightest wave.

Yang Tianshizai looked at the other party carefully, in the middle of the night, in the wilderness, a lonely woman, no matter how she thinks, it's not normal!

Even if you walk in the dense forest path, you will not be stained with the slightest dirt, and the embroidered shoes under your feet are also clean. His eyes turned, and he suddenly slammed at a decoration on the other party's cuffs, and Yang Tianshi suddenly said, "The girl is a disciple of the Ink Sleeve Pavilion?"

"The adults are as wise as the eyes, and the little woman Fang Yuqiong is the disciple of the Ink Embroidery Pavilion. ”

The head under the hat was slightly wrong, and the woman seemed to be carefully looking at the group in the temple.

"Girl light!"

Yang Tianshi nodded, but the hostility on his body dissipated a lot.

The Moxiu Pavilion is a female-dominated sect, and its disciples are proficient in various musical instruments, and they are also frequent visitors to the mansions of high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital. Even many brothels in Qinglou and Quyuan Miscellaneous Altars will invite them to be musicians.

They have a close relationship with the imperial court, and it is unlikely that they will be enemies of the government.

But just in case, the vigilance that should be done is still indispensable!

"Click......"

The entire ruined temple illuminated by the lightning of thunderbolts was as bright as day, and the rumbling thunder resounded through the heavens and the earth, followed by the sound of raindrops.

In an instant, the torrential rain poured, the rain sloped down in the strong wind, the top of the temple was in disrepair for a long time, many places had holes, and the rain pillars rushed down, and everyone had to get up and dodge, and find a place to sit down again.

The bonfire was re-lit, and the pleasant sound of the piano suddenly sounded, and even the sound of muffled thunder could not suppress the faint sound of the piano.

saw Fang Yuqiong sitting cross-legged on the opposite side, took out his seven-stringed guqin and put it on his lap, and played it silently.

"Hoo ......"

Yang Tianshi, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up and looked at Fang Yuqiong with a cautious expression.

As soon as the sound of the piano was quiet, the woman under the white gauze didn't seem to have imagined that her casual stroking of the piano would cause such a big reaction from the other party.

"It's okay, you play yours. ”

Chen Ziang seemed to be very curious about the other party's piano skills, and waved his hand at Yang Tianshi, who was overreacting, indicating that it was okay.

If the officials didn't like it, the little girl would no longer practice her piano skills. ”

Fang Yuqiong's crisp voice sounded, and she also pulled the piano case with one hand.

"It's our honor to hear the sound of the piano of the disciples of the Ink Sleeve Pavilion, but this friend of mine has only been nervous for a while and has overreacted a bit. If you can, can the girl play some soothing tunes? ”

Chen Ziang lowered his voice, making his voice no longer so sharp.

Yang Tianshi turned to look at Chen Ziang, there seemed to be dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he didn't refute, and sat down slowly.

"Naturally!"

Fang Yuqiong on the opposite side nodded, stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers, and one by one the notes flowed out from the strings like flowing water, and the sound of the piano spread in the temple, soaking and surrounding people.

The melodious notes make people can't help but immerse themselves in it, and the gentle sound of the piano is like being able to take away the tiredness of the body, making people feel comfortable physically and mentally, as if they are relieved to let go of a thousand burdens.

But this feeling was interrupted halfway through!

"Haha...... I didn't expect to be able to hear such a piano sound today, which is really a good sign!"

The voice came from the torrential rain outside the door, and as soon as the voice fell, a man with a knife with a sturdy physique had already appeared in front of the door.

The man was dressed in gray linen, his turban was tied to his forehead, and his big eyes were staring straight at Fang Yuqiong.

"Woman! Blessed are the brothers today!"

"Third child, don't forget about business. ”

A faint voice then sounded, and everyone felt that a sword light seemed to flash in front of them, and a man dressed as a scribe was already standing side by side with the big man.

The scribe's weapon was also a sword, but it was not held in his hand, but with a scabbard attached to his back.

"I know!"

The third man opened his mouth and yelled, turning his head to look at Wei Zaode who was lying on the ground.

"Be careful!"

A group of brocade guards had already stood up, and Jin Yan slowly retreated with Wei Zaode in his arms.

"Boom ......"

The wall on everyone's side exploded violently, and two cold sword lights crisscrossed Wei Zaode, who was attacking behind.

"Array!"

Accompanied by Jin Yan's roar, the seven brocade guards swung their swords at the same time, and an invisible aura instantly enveloped the positions where several people were standing, accompanied by the long sword wielded by Jin Yan, the sword qi rushed to the sword light.

"When ......"

Before the sound of swords colliding fell, a spear had already whistled down from the sky, and the shadow of the spear covered the sky with a pair of men and women holding knives.

Chen Ziang stood by the window, but did not step forward to help, but kicked forward with one foot, and the window sash burst open at the same time as several dark knife shadows followed.

"Humph!"

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, the long sword behind his back suddenly jumped into his hand, and the cold light suddenly appeared, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and the cold sword light exploded in front of him, and the three figures scattered with a roar.

"Be careful! they're the Netherworld Seven Swords of the Hell Gate!"

Jin Yan, who was familiar with the characters in the rivers and lakes, drank loudly while protecting Wei Zaode, who was panicked.