The happy life of a prodigal

Then, he held his breath, lay down on his stomach, and climbed up in the still wet drain.

Zhao Yan and Liu Qing looked at each other, and followed behind without the slightest hesitation.

Because of inexperience, and the smell is really uncomfortable, even Liu Qing, who has been subjected to all kinds of inhuman torture, did not move too fast.

Only the old woman seemed to be used to such scenes, even in the drainage ditch, she maintained her original demeanor...

After about one or two sticks of incense, the four climbed out from the other end of the drain.

Just like where they stood at the beginning, no one was guarding the exit of this drainage canal, and there was no one in sight even for a distance of 200 meters.

Fang Xiu got up from the ground, maintained a half-squat position, and tried his best not to vomit.

Zhao Yan, who came from behind, couldn't help but vomited out as soon as she came out of the drain.

The last Liu Qing and the old woman naturally looked indifferent.

During the time when Liu Qing was imprisoned in Fang Mansion, the place she lived in had no better smell than this sewer, so she was so indifferent...

Zhao Yan vomited for a while, took a breath of fresh air, and finally got better, at least she stopped vomiting all the time.

Like Fang Xiu, she squatted halfway in the corner of the wall, taking a big breath of fresh air, with a very painful expression on her face.

Fang Xiu gave her a period of time to adjust before asking, "Yan'er, where is this place?"

Zhao Yan heard his voice, raised her eyes and looked around, her eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity.

"I have been here last month, I know where the father is being imprisoned, you come with me."

After Zhao Yan said something softly, she got up and walked slowly in one direction.

Fang Xiu and Liu Qing naturally followed behind.

All three of them were cautious, for fear of accidentally attracting the attention of the guards.

Of course, no matter how insane King Ning is, he still needs the most basic face.

Therefore, there are not many guards in the harem, but occasionally one or two guys in eunuch costumes can be seen patrolling around.

When Fang Xiu and the others met, they naturally avoided it carefully.

Because it was already late at night, all the patrolling eunuchs were sleepy and dazed, and they couldn't notice how many people were hiding behind the tree.

The four of Fang Xiu escaped the sight of the eunuchs and arrived in front of a separate courtyard.

Hiding behind a tree, looking at the other courtyard, a new problem posed in front of Fang Xiu and the others...

There was a team of guards standing in front of this other courtyard. There were a total of six or seven guards, all of whom were wearing heavy armor. They didn't look tired at all. They should have just passed their shift.

"How to do?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan was at a loss, looked at Fang Xiu, and asked in a low voice.

Fang Xiu looked at the guards, thought for a moment, looked at Liu Qing, and gave her a wink.

Liu Qing understood immediately, performed lightness kung fu, and climbed up the tree in a few steps.

Taking advantage of the moonlight to look into the courtyard, one can vaguely see a figure, it is indeed the emperor!

Standing under the tree, Fang Xiu saw Liu Qing nodding towards him.

Turning his head to look at the guards in front of the courtyard gate, his face showed a ruthless look, he gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Now that things have come to an end, we can only rob them by force!"

After finishing speaking, she looked behind Zhao Yan.

"Senior, what do you think?"

The old woman looked at the guards in front of her and was silent for a moment, then she nodded and said only one word: "Okay."

After she finished speaking, her figure disappeared instantly, and in the next second, she appeared in front of those guards.

Those guards watched a person suddenly appearing in front of them, they all showed horror, subconsciously wanted to draw their swords, and even forgot to shout.

However, these guards are all King Ning's soldiers. In terms of strength, they are probably not as good as the guards of the army, let alone the masters of the master level.

The old woman flicked her sleeves, and a few stone-like hidden weapons flew out of it, like arrows, flying straight towards the guards.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled sound was heard...

A total of six guards, even though they were wearing heavy armor, had no chance of reacting, and they fell heavily to the ground.

The sound of smashing the ground is not too small, but it can only spread in this area, and it can't be heard clearly if it is a little further away.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan looked at each other, and they could see joy in each other's eyes.

After the two of them walked out of the tree together, they were about to walk into the other courtyard.

Zhao Yan even wanted to call out 'Father Emperor'.

At this moment, the old woman said in a deep voice, "Don't move!"

Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan's footsteps stopped immediately.

But seeing the direction of the courtyard gate, at some point, there was a middle-aged swordsman holding a sharp sword.

"who are you?"

The middle-aged swordsman raised his sword eyebrows slightly, his gaze stayed on Fang Xiu and the others for a moment, and he asked.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu hastily pulled Zhao Yan back a few steps, leaving enough space between the old woman and the swordsman.

Although he didn't know the strength of this middle-aged swordsman.

But......

Generally speaking, such a way of appearing on the stage full of X characters must not be a good thing!

If this is accompanied by a background music for him, plus the sentence "Heaven did not give birth to me XXX, the way of swords is like a long night".

Fang Xiu was afraid that he would just pull Zhao Yan and run away.

It's a pity that this middle-aged swordsman just said such a plain sentence, and the whole person became awe-inspiring.

A pair of eyes also looked straight at the old woman.

At the same time, ask again: "Who are you?"

The difference of one word has completely different meanings.

If there was some contempt when asking the question before, but now he is on guard.

The old woman also looked at him, seemed to recognize his identity, and said slowly: "If you are a master, you are still qualified to fight the old man, you are still far away..."

Chapter 573

The middle-aged swordsman was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked at the old woman, for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Clang——

A bit of cold light bloomed in the night sky, and a sharp sword swiped forward.

The fluttering sword made Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan behind the old woman feel more pressure, as if what he was facing was not one person with one sword, but a thousand troops!

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan almost cursed out loud.

How can it be like this, just now I asked someone else's identity, but in the next second, I made a move without saying a word, what is the difference between this and a sneak attack?

When Fang Xiu saw this sword, he thought differently from Zhao Yan.

Although his martial arts is poor, he knows not a few people with high martial arts skills.

Among other things, Liang Hu is also a master of swords. Of course, his natal weapon is actually a knife. Only Fang Xiu knows this.

The sword of this middle-aged swordsman seemed sharp and unstoppable, but in his opinion, it was only slightly stronger than Liang Hu's sword at best.

and......

Liang Hu's sword was forged with the blood of the enemy after many years of fighting on the frontier, but the sword of this middle-aged swordsman was as light and graceful as when he was wielding it, but it was too soft and not at all A swordsman should be sharp.

Such a swordsman may not be able to win even against Liang Hu, let alone a real master-level master?

Sure enough, as Fang Xiu expected, when the swordsman drew his sword, the old woman also used her hidden weapon.

This time, it was not the hidden weapon that looked like a stone, but a small sword...

To be precise, it is a blade that is only one-tenth the size of a normal blade. If you don't distinguish it carefully, you may think it is a slightly larger needle.

Clang——

The two 'blades' collided, and sparks burst out in the night sky.

The old woman's 'blade' was bounced off, but the swordsman retracted his own sword.

It seems to be evenly matched, but in fact...

The middle-aged swordsman's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

With just one move, the middle-aged swordsman knew in his heart that he was definitely no match for the old woman in front of him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he assumed an aggressive posture.

The old woman had the original indifferent expression, as if she didn't take this swordsman to heart at all.

"You want to save the emperor?"

The swordsman glanced at the old woman, then at Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan behind her, and asked.

All three did not speak.

Seeing this, the middle-aged swordsman sneered, and said flatly, "He has acquired the unique secret technique of the Poison Gu Sect. Even if you rescue him, it will be useless!"

On this point, what he said was not wrong.

After Zhao Yan heard this, her expression became a little cold. She took a step forward, looked at the middle-aged swordsman, and said coldly, "If you don't try it, how will you know?"

The middle-aged swordsman was slightly startled when he heard her voice, and seemed to recognize her identity, and called out by name: "I know who it is, it turns out to be Her Royal Highness...

Why bother, Your Royal Highness, His Majesty the Emperor lived a very good life in the other courtyard, with no need for paperwork, no messy ears, isn't this what he always wanted?

What's wrong with His Royal Highness King Ning supervising the country on behalf of His Majesty?

This is the case in this world, no matter who sits on it, the result is the same.

What's more, who knew that His Royal Highness Prince Ning was not as good as the current emperor?

In the final analysis, the current emperor is not responsible for the natural and man-made disasters of the Central Plains Dao? "

The middle-aged swordsman was eloquent when he opened his mouth.

The chatterbox looks completely inconsistent with Fang Xiu's image of a swordsman.

Hearing what he said, Zhao Yan couldn't help arguing with him: "If an unfaithful, filial, benevolent and unrighteous person dominates the world, it will only be a disaster for the people of the world!

What's more, the father did such a frenzied thing before he confirmed the candidate for the crown prince. Is this something a future king can do? "

Hearing this, the middle-aged swordsman sneered twice, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something else.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of heavily armored footsteps not far away.

Fang Xiu and Zhao Yan subconsciously turned their heads to look.

I saw, not far away, the endless heavy-armored guards were holding swords and shields, and they were rushing here.

Seeing this, Zhao Yan turned her head to look at the middle-aged swordsman, and cursed loudly: "So you're just delaying time, shameless!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged swordsman sneered twice, with a smug expression on his face, and said: "Obviously you have the strength to crush, but you can't make progress here. I can only say that you are too stupid!"

"you!"

Zhao Yan was so angry that she couldn't speak when she heard this.

At this time, the old woman who had not spoken before looked at the middle-aged swordsman and said, "Do you know why you are so short of your master?"

When the middle-aged swordsman heard this question, he was slightly taken aback, his expression became a little cold, he looked at the old woman, and asked, "Why?"

The old woman looked at the middle-aged swordsman, shook her head, and said: "Your master is practicing the way of freedom, but you are confused by the fame and fortune in front of you, and it is already a gift to cultivate the way of swords to this point.

If you want to go further, it is even more difficult than ascending to the sky..."

When the middle-aged swordsman heard this, his expression was extremely cold.

He has been practicing swords with his master since he was a child, and his swordsmanship has improved day by day. The master once told him that he was born for the way of swordsmanship!

But......

Ever since he entered King Ning's mansion and served as an offering to King Ning, his swordsmanship stopped at this point, and he never made any progress.