The moon is bright and the wind is clear

On the official road, a handsome man in black clothes sat on a horse.

The man looked at the still noisy city of Shu on the other side, and in just a moment, he shook his head and clipped his horse's belly to ride away against the wind.

Sikong Lang rode fast and rode for many days, and finally rode to Yiguan Town.Seeing guards guarding the border city gate, he thought for a moment, then bought a robe from the local market in the town, and used the remaining silver to buy some tea, pretending to be a merchant selling tea in Dian Kingdom.

Due to the imperial court's supervision, Sikong Lang left the town in a short time, followed the instructions on the map to take a shortcut and took a small path, and at noon on the second day, he arrived at the Dian King City.

Walking to the King City of Dian, the streets are full of men and women dressed by Miao people. Many of the men wear short jackets with local patterns embroidered on the chest and back, while the women wear short pleated skirts, with their heads turned to the right in a bun and topped with A silver medal, quite exotic.Sikong Lang led the reins and walked on the streets of the city. He was a handsome young man, and he was dressed in a toga with long sleeves, causing passers-by to stop and watch from time to time.

Seeing many people paying attention to him, Sikong Lang secretly scolded himself for being stupid, why this attire still attracted everyone's attention, if people knew his identity and the purpose of coming this time, it would be bad, so he had to hurry up Just find a safe place to stay.

Without thinking too much, Sikong Lang found a farmer as remote as possible to stay overnight.At first Sikong Lang said he wanted to live here, but the old man of the Miao family refused to agree, but his daughter was very enthusiastic and poured a bowl of their local rice wine to quench Sikong Lang's thirst.

The Miao woman pulled the old man aside and murmured for a while, but the old man kept shaking his head. Seeing this, Sikong Lang thought that the old man would not agree, so he took out the tea leaves from the cloth bag and stuffed them all to the old man.

Seeing this, the old man kept his eyes open, knowing that this Central Plains tea is a very precious thing in their locality, and it will definitely fetch a good price, so he smiled and invited Sikong Lang to sit in the room.

After Sikong Lang thanked the old man, the old man vacated a room for Sikong Lang to live in.Sikong Lang saw that although the surrounding environment was rather shabby, it was still clean, so he went to the bedside, took out the cloth bag, took out a well-sealed wooden box, pulled out the map in the box lid, and looked at it carefully.

Sikong Lang thought in his heart, when he visits the palace tonight, there must be someone who is seriously ill guarding the palace, it is best not to alarm the guards, and take advantage of their lax defense late at night, to attack them by surprise and rescue the prince.Sikong Lang thought for a while, then took out a long sword from his cloth bag, the blade was full of cold light, decorated with spirit beads and white jade, the blade was often like frost and snow, shining brightly.This is the sword Qingshuang that the master bestowed on him, and he will never use it until the critical moment.

Sikong Lang looked out the window, waiting for the night to come.

Under the veil of night, there were few people coming and going on the streets in the city of Dian, only one gorgeous and majestic building was still brightly lit in a corner of the city.

At this time, a man in night clothes shuttled over the gorgeous building as lightly as a swallow.Sikong Lang turned out the map again, and looked towards the direction full of guards below.He squinted his eyes, and quickly darted to the beam of another courtyard of the palace, waiting for the opportunity.

Not long after, some patrolling guards with torches stopped shuttling back and forth, leaving only two strong men in Miao uniforms standing guard in front of a building with a pointed roof.Sikong Lang stared at the two of them closely, waiting quietly.

Under the moonlight, Sikong Lang felt extremely nervous, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Finally, the two strong men seemed to be tired all day, and they couldn't stand it anymore. Their eyelids began to fight, and their bodies that were standing upright before were also slightly weak.

The opportunity is here.

When the two of them couldn't concentrate, Sikong Lang held a few stones in his hand and threw them towards the other side of the courtyard.

When the two strong men heard the abnormal movement, they immediately went to check the source of the sound.Sikong Lang quickly fell to the ground like an arrow leaving the string.Just as the two strong men were yawning and walking back, Sikong Lang gave them two heavy nods, and the two of them fell to the ground limply like catkins.

Sikong Lang didn't dare to stay longer, and quickly rushed to the door.After groping in the dark for a while, I finally found a palm-sized mechanism on the wall. With a slight rotation, the wall was separated from it, and a long corridor appeared.Sikong Lang entered the long corridor and found that the ground around the long corridor was actually better than what he saw in the room before, it was obviously made of the best white jade in the Western Regions.After a while, there was light gradually ahead, and Sikong Lang's heart rose to his throat.

Sikong Lang approached the place where the light was, and unexpectedly saw a rather spacious and bright hall at the end of the corridor.The more you walk in, the more you feel that the decoration of this hall is very luxurious, every stone and every tree are made of the most precious materials, even if it is a beautiful palace, it is nothing more than that.Walking to the depths, he suddenly saw a white jade platform in front of him. Sikong Lang walked closer and saw that the design around the platform was rather weird.Could it be that there are valuable treasures on this stone platform?

Sikong Lang moved lightly and stepped onto the stone steps.On the case, there is only a short knife and two volumes.Sikong Lang couldn't understand the text in one of them, he thought it should be local ancient Chinese, and the other was indeed written in Central Plains characters, placed in a very delicate sandalwood box, several vigorous "Phantom Music Books" Strong typefaces lie on old covers.

Phantom sound spectrum?Sikong Lang looked at this volume carefully, it looked like it should be a book for martial arts, he wondered why he had never heard of such a volume in Zhongyuan.If it was a real treasure, the elders of the four sects would definitely not keep silent about it. Fortunately, the Miaojiang royal family kept the music score so secretively and used complicated mechanisms.Sikong Lang just shook his head incomprehensibly.

Forget it, who can explain this kind of thing clearly, right now it's more important to find the second prince.

Sikong Lang left the stone platform and walked to another narrow passage.The passage is winding, and the further you go in, the more chilly you feel.Sikong Lang couldn't help feeling cold all over.Suddenly, under the light of the candlelight, there seemed to be a figure trembling slightly.

Taking a closer look, he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in fancy clothes sitting on a white jade bed, with his feet locked by two heavy iron chains. shake.The young man's face was like a crown of jade, but his eyes were blue, his face was pale, and there was no trace of life.When the young man first saw Sikong Lang in night clothes, he didn't raise his eyelids, he just sneered and said, "The little Dian country can only use this dirty and dark way to resist my Central Plains? Hmph, if you want to destroy my home country, Bully my people, you humble barbarians, stop dreaming!"

Sikong Lang was stunned for a moment, but he immediately came back to his senses, thinking that it should be the second prince of the current dynasty.Hastily bowed and said: "See the second prince, I am the eldest disciple of Xuanzong's sect, and this time I was entrusted by the current emperor and family teacher to rescue His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness was frightened."

Hearing what Sikong Lang said, the boy's empty eyes immediately overflowed with a gleam of brilliance, as if most of the gloom had disappeared, and he said: "You...is the father who asked you to rescue me? I knew... I knew that my father was wise and mighty, and would always think of a way to save me."

Xu has been in this foreign country for too long, and he might be a little excited to see himself, Sikong Lang comforted him: "His Royal Highness the Second Prince is suffering, and the most urgent thing now is that we have to leave here quickly."

"But... my feet are now locked by this iron chain."

Sikong Lang signaled the second prince to get up, while he drew out the Qingshuang sword from his waist, and slashed towards the center of the iron chain with great force. With two clangs, the Xuanbing iron chain broke from it.

The young man's eyes were straightened, and he sighed: "What a magic weapon. I don't think the black ice chains used by these barbarians can be broken easily. It really is the number one sect in the world."

"It's not too late, Your Highness, we have to go out quickly, if they find out, we will be in trouble."

The young man knew the importance of this matter, so he said no more, followed Sikong Lang and left the secret passage to lock his inner room.

The footsteps of the two were very light, and the young man followed closely behind Sikong Lang, walking cautiously in the secret passage leading to the hall.

When the walk was almost at the end, Sikong suddenly stopped, feeling that there seemed to be a slight movement ahead, so he stopped.

The young boy who followed him suspiciously asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"There is someone in front." Sikong Lang whispered to the young man, secretly tightening the scabbard. "Could it be...they have already discovered you..." The boy's eyebrows were instantly tangled.

"It's not certain right now, Your Highness, please wait here while I go to find out." Sikong Lang's eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge.

The young man had no choice but to remain calm and stay where he was, Sikong Lang drew his sword out of its sheath, and went straight to the end of the passage, only to see the back of a man in a purple robe, he felt familiar.The man seemed to be looking at something at the white jade platform he had just walked by.Before Sikong Lang could react, a few tiny silver needles swept across the air, striking towards his gate of life.Sikong Lang had touched the silver needle before, so this time he reacted very quickly to block it with Qingshuang. When the silver needle and the sword blade were handed over, there was only the harsh sound of sharp weapons colliding.

"It's you?" The speaker said, wearing a purple shirt with fluttering skirts and a silver mask.

"Mr. Mo?" Sikong Lang saw the person who attacked him, his eyes widened suddenly.

"I can meet you everywhere, it's really lingering." Mo Qi said coldly.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the young man also walked to the hall, looked at Sikong Lang and said, "You... know each other?"

"Not only do we know each other, we also..." Sikong Lang continued to speak.

"If you say it again, I'll cut your tongue." Mo Qi still said calmly, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

The young man looked Mo Qi up and down, and then he realized that this person must not be sent by his father, so it is better to be more vigilant.

"Also, if you didn't follow me on purpose, then the two of us are too destined to meet each other in this kind of place, isn't it God's arrangement?"

"Uh..." Hearing Sikong Lang's words, the young boy couldn't help feeling the relationship between the two.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense!" Mo Qi didn't want to listen to Sikong Lang talking about it alone, ignored him, and took out a small dark red box from his cuff, and was about to pick up the volume on the stone platform.

"Don't move, there's a trick!" Sikong Lang wanted to stop Mo Qi, but it was too late. When the volume left the sandalwood box, several sharp arrows hit Mo Qi from both sides of the stone steps. Mo Qi heard Sikong Lang shouted, then reacted, turned around and flew into the air to avoid the sharp arrow, and landed on the white jade floor in the hall.

Sikong Lang was so frightened that his face turned pale, he felt his heart being lifted into his throat, as if being twisted into a knot.

"Mr. Mo, what are you doing with this volume? This place is full of traps. You'd better put this down, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to get out of this secret room."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want me to put this down, unless you kill me. Otherwise, I must take this volume out tonight." Mo Qi took the volume and carefully put it in the wooden box middle.

Sikong Lang said: "I'm just taking care of your safety, since that's the case, we have to leave this place quickly, there should be more than one institution here."

Immediately, the three of them wanted to leave the hall together. Just as they were about to leave, the young man quickly stopped the two of them, "Wh...what is that voice?"

Sikong Lang also heard the strange sound coming from the ground, and looked around.

The young man's sharp eyes immediately pointed with his finger and said, "What is that?"

When Sikong Lang and Mo Qi saw it, they were shocked.

I saw that where the white jade stone platform was located, some silver-white liquid kept coming out from the ground, and soon flooded the entire stone platform.

"It's mercury." Mo Qi said calmly.

"The Miaojiang barbarians are really poisonous." Sikong Lang broke out in a cold sweat.

Without thinking too much, Mo Qi immediately performed lightness kung fu and climbed onto the stone wall.

"Why are you standing there, do you want to die, come up quickly." Mo Qi frowned and said to Sikong.

"Help me catch him, and I'll go up again." Sikong Lang signaled the young man to go up first, then he lifted the young man up and exerted his strength on the young man. The young man jumped up in the air, and Mo Qi, who was on the stone wall, grabbed his waist Body. "

"Good... so high..." The young man didn't dare to look down, and his hands were firmly clung to the stone wall.

"Hey, Sikong Lang, don't blame me if you don't come up again." Mo Qi said impatiently.

Seeing that the mercury was flowing so fast that it was about to soak into the hall, Sikong Lang immediately flew to the side of the young man with lightness kung fu, and lifted him up.

"Thank you." Sikong Lang smiled at Mo Qi.

"Come on, you still have to think about how to get out of such an oil bottle to take care of."

This is true, if he is alone, no matter how bad he is, he can use the lightness kung fu to leave the secret room quickly, but now that there are more people with noble status, he can't take the risk of using the lightness kung fu.

"His Royal Highness, hold on to me, we must leave here immediately." Sikong Lang said to the young man in a deep voice, the young man had obviously never seen such a battle, so he nodded his head calmly.

Immediately, Sikong Lang supported the boy with one hand, and moved along the stone wall with the other.Not long after, Sikong Lang's hand was already bleeding because of the unevenness of many places on the stone wall.

Mo Qi saw it, but said calmly on the face; "How long will it take to get out like this, the grand disciple of the number one sect in the Central Plains is so helpless?"

"You can give it a try?" Sikong Lang insisted while climbing.

Mo Qi snorted, "Forget it, I see that you have a burden, I can help you. My qinggong is better than yours, you support him, as long as you don't let go, everything will be fine."

Before Sikong Lang came back to his senses, Mo Qi grasped his hand and exerted strength, tapped his toes lightly on the stone wall, turned sideways to let the three of them hang in the air, and then stabilized the three of them with internal force.

"Ah!" This moment made Sikong Lang and the boy shout out loudly.

"What's your name, Sikong Lang, I really doubt whether you are a disciple of Baigen Mountain or not."

"You... at least remind me, this is too scary." Sikong Lang's voice was a little unsteady.

"It's really annoying." Mo Qi continued to practice lightness kung fu, leading Sikong Lang to slide across the stone wall with his toes, Sikong Lang's internal force driven by him was dizzy and overwhelmed on the stone wall, and he couldn't tell the pain.

"Don't be afraid, I will hold you tight." Suddenly, Mo Qi held Sikong Lang's hand tightly.

Sikong Lang was taken aback, never thought that Mo Qi, who was always sneering, would say such words.For a moment, it seemed that an indescribable warm current slipped through the bottom of Sikong Lang's heart from the place where the two held hands.

Sikong Lang held Mo Qi's hand tightly behind him.

Mo Qi felt Sikong Lang's trust, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

After a lot of effort, the three escaped from the dangerous tunnel and found the mechanism to open the exit of the tunnel. The three quickly jumped up the stone steps.

The three finally returned to the room they entered earlier.It was pitch black inside, only the moonlight from outside leaked in a little bit, at least the general layout and structure of the room could be discerned with naked eyes.

Just as he was about to break through the door, there was a sudden noise outside, and then he heard people gathering outside the door, and then he saw three or two torches hurriedly surrounding him.

"Go up to the beam!" Sikong Lang whispered to Mo Qi, and he supported the young man to jump behind a shelter on the beam, and Mo Qi also jumped up.But the beams of the room are too narrow after all, and the space that can be accommodated is limited, so Mo Qi is almost close to Sikong Lang's body.

Through the clothes, Mo Qi felt Sikong Lang's body temperature like fire, and when he looked at himself, it was different from usual, as if he wanted to suck himself in.

Mo Qi felt something strange, turned his head, and moved his body awkwardly, hoping to stay as far away from Sikong Lang as possible.

Just at that moment, suddenly the sound of two men screaming in pain came from outside the door. This sound seemed to be the voice of the two guards just now. Sikong Lang could not help but squeeze the sword in his hand.Sure enough, the next moment many people rushed in from outside.

Seven or eight guards held torches and carefully looked around the room with serious expressions.One of the men, who was clearly dressed more expensively than the others, was standing in the middle of the room, seemingly waiting for the results of other people's search, apparently the leader of the group of guards.

After a while, all the guards showed pain, obviously the search failed.The leader lifted the hem of his clothes, stood there calmly, and only let out a cold snort.

Suddenly, the man threw a few darts out of his hand, aiming at the three Sikong Lang who were on the beam of the room, Sikong Lang immediately raised his sword to block.

Mo Qi also threw the silver needle at the same time, and for a moment there was a flash of cold light, forcing everyone to take a few steps back.

The three jumped off the beam and started fighting with the crowd.

The swords met, the blood splattered, and the screams were everywhere.

The two retreated towards the exit while fighting, and after receiving several moves, they knew that those guards were not ruthless characters, but the man in fine clothes was not easy to deal with.While protecting the young man, Sikong Lang single-handedly used the sword to fend off the enemy, but it was not easy.

Mo Qi saw that the man was fighting with Sikong Lang all the time, and Sikong Lang was protecting the young man behind him and couldn't use his full strength. He was afraid that it would consume too much energy and let the opponent win without a fight, so he thought of going to help Sikong Lang.Suddenly, out of nowhere, a woman wearing a silver beanie hat and an embroidered pleated skirt came straight at him.Mo Qi's reaction was also very fast, he turned sideways on the spot, and at the same time threw silver needles with both hands and pierced the woman's face.The woman sneered, pulled out a silver chain from her waist and knocked the silver needle thrown by Mo Qi flying, and nailed it straight to the tree trunk. Mo Qi frowned slightly, this Miao girl is not simple.

When the second prince saw the woman appearing, he pulled Sikong Lang even tighter, and exclaimed: "The poisonous woman... is that terrible poisonous woman."

Sikong Lang watched Mo Qizheng wrestle with that woman, and he himself exhausted too much physical strength, no matter how weird and superb the martial arts of these two people are, they should not be able to withstand the sword art of his own school.

It can't be dragged on like this anymore, if the movement speed is fast, they probably won't be able to hurt the prince.

So he pushed the young man behind him, and in the blink of an eye, he stretched the Qingshuang Sword across his chest and exerted his strength. Suddenly, the surrounding vegetation was blown away by the invisible force and swayed non-stop, and he drew it out at an extremely fast speed. A piece of green light forced towards the man in Miao clothes.The man couldn't dodge it, and was shocked to fly away Zhang Xu.

Seeing the man fell to the ground, the woman in Miao clothes flew towards him quickly, her eyes full of panic.The woman saw a few mouthfuls of blood spitting out of the man's mouth, stood up abruptly, looked at Sikong Lang with hatred in her eyes, and used her silver chain to attack Sikong Lang violently. Seeing that the form was wrong, Mo Qi immediately flew to the ground Next to the man on the ground, he shouted at the woman: "If you don't stop, I will destroy this man. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

As she said that, she raised the silver needle and was about to stab the man's tendons. When the woman saw Mo Qi's actions, she stopped immediately and looked at the man with worry.

"I lost the silver chain in your hand." Afraid that he would not understand what he meant, Mo Qi pointed to the weapon she was using, and pointed to the distance.Mo Qi thought in his heart, if it wasn't for Sikong Lang not being able to see that he had made Zi Ming punish his heart so as not to expose his identity, just relying on this woman, he would have dismissed it at all.

Reluctantly, the woman left the silver chain on the ground far away, her eyes fixed on Mo Qi.

"Sikong Lang, let's go now!" Mo Qi said to Sikong Lang, and he also threw off the man, and hurriedly used his lightness kung fu to swipe towards the roof in mid-air.

Sikong Lang was also unequivocal, he pulled the boy straight up and flew into the air, when he stepped on the ridge of the roof, he heard a vicious laughter behind him, he turned his head quickly, and saw that there was an extra strip in the woman's hand The tiny black bug was attacking Mo Qi's back with his palm force.

Sikong Lang was shocked, knowing that Miao Jiang was good at using poisons, and each of them could make life worse than death, so he didn't have time to think about it, he pulled Mo Qi and stood in front of him.

Mo Qi didn't have time to react, he just heard a squeak, as if something had entered into the flesh behind Sikong Lang.Sikong Lang let out a muffled snort, with a pained expression on his face that seemed to be torn apart.

Mo Qi didn't expect that Sikong Lang would stand in front of him without thinking, and he was both startled and terrified.There was no time to think about it now, he supported Sikong Lang with one hand and supported the young man with the other, ignoring the Miao girl behind him, crossed the roof and flew into the depths of the darkness.

Behind him, the woman's cold and vicious laughter hit Mo Qi's heart hard.

The laughter made him feel scared for the first time.