[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

In the courtyard of the guest house of Lingyin Temple, which has always been quiet, murderous intentions abounded at this time.

The great monk never expected that Su Jixian would suddenly attack him. One moment he was talking to him softly, and the next moment he slashed at him with a knife. In his haste, he could only roll on the ground, avoiding the sharp edge in embarrassment.

boom! ! !

The sharp long and narrow blade slashed straight down, and the bluestone bricks paved on the ground cracked spider web-like cracks, and warm blood sprayed on the cracks, seeping down along with the cracks.

The great monk rolled out blood all over the ground, but he also avoided fatal injuries. Clutching his arms, he quickly got up and flew to the side vigorously.

Su Jixian's attack was fast and ruthless. When Ye Xuan realized it, he had already made seven or eight moves in his hand. He hastily pulled out the light sword in his hand, and turned around to stab the assassin in green who rushed out from the dark.

Ye Xuan was raised as a young master, even after stepping into the rivers and lakes, he traveled a lot with Chen Yue, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't kill people.

The light sword shining with golden light pierced through the air, and the whistling sound of the cold blade was like thunder in midsummer, fiercely smashing down!

The golden figure was like a fish swimming and jumping among the crowd, the sound of weapons cutting into flesh and blood could be heard endlessly, Ye Xuan's clothes were stained with blood belonging to others after a while.

Perhaps because he felt that the light sword was not enjoyable enough, he deftly pushed aside the black iron stinger stabbing obliquely from the side with his horizontal sword, took the sword back into the scabbard on his back, and held the heavy sword by the hilt, his arm muscles tensed. With a swing of his arm, three or four assassins in green clothes were immediately slapped away, laying on the ground and dying, unable to get up again.

The epee has no front, it is not as nimble and sharp as the light sword, but the assassins are overturned wherever the sword passes, and its vigor is like the waves in a stormy weather, and it can almost break human bones when photographed!

On the other side, Su Jixian was under a lot more siege than Ye Xuan's, but he also seemed to be much more relaxed than Ye Xuan.

He stared at the "Great Monk" and chased after him. No matter how many people rushed up around him, he just kept his eyes fixed on him and slashed and slashed. He fled, cutting his body with one knife at a time.

The "big monk" was shaved, ragged and covered in blood, and ran out of the yard stumbled.

Before he could reach the fence, Su Jixian blocked his way out of nowhere, raised his hand and slapped him back to the center of the yard.

"Where are you going?" Su Jixian asked with a gentle smile, and cut off half of his scalp with a knife, and blood immediately covered half of his face, "Did I tell you that you can go?"

The field of vision was flooded by the spread of scarlet, the "big monk" flinched back desperately, and screamed: "No!! Don't kill me!! I will tell you who my master is!!!"

The point of the knife stopped in front of his left eye, he was gasping for breath, almost wanting to gasp out his lungs, and there was a sound like a blowing bellows in his throat.

"Oh?" Su Jixian moved the knife down slowly, looked down at him, tilted his head slightly, and smiled innocently, "Who is your master?"

The "Great Monk" looked around in a daze, only to find that the yard was strewn with corpses, and none of the assassins in ambush were dead or wounded.

"You...you let me go, I'll tell you!" He tried hard to restrain his terrified trembling, clutching his blood-soaked chest, "The dignified Yinyuanhui's young master promises a thousand gold, as long as you win the fight and let me go, I will let you go!" ...I'll tell you... ah!!!"

The screams suddenly exploded, and a finger fell into a pool of blood. The "big monk" curled up in pain holding his right hand that lost his thumb.

However, it was not his broken finger that made him suffer so much, but the medicinal powder that spilled from his palm, slowly corroding the skin on his chest, stomach, and hands. The stench spread out, mixed with strong blood, making people sick.

Su Jixian shook off the blood on the tip of the knife casually, and said softly and loosely, "Suddenly I don't want to hear it anymore."

The light of the saber magnified in front of his eyes, and the pupils of the "big monk" contracted like needlepoints. He only felt a sharp pain in his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

In fact, Su Jixian didn't kill him, but just knocked him out. After wiping the knife clean, he put the knife back into the sheath, and glanced at Ye Xuan, who was restless like a thorn growing on the sole of his foot, "Yue'er is fine. Wei went to guard, even if ten or eight masters came, they would not be able to touch her."

Ye Xuan was slightly relieved, looked at the fake monk who was dragged down by the gray-clothed martial guard, and asked, "Why didn't you just kill him?"

"So that all the ambush people will come out." Su Jixian tilted him like he was, with a disgusted expression on his face, "If I kill him directly, the ambush people will retreat when they see the situation is bad, but if I don't rush to kill them, they will Then I would think that maybe I would be careless and let them succeed in the siege, so I went out with all my strength."

Ye Xuan let out an oh, and then humbly asked for advice: "Then how did you find out that he has a problem?"

"The calluses on his hands are obviously left over from martial arts practice, and he uses swords and other weapons, while monks in Buddhist temples all use sticks." Su Jixian hit him on the head with the scabbard, without using any force , but the weight of the long and narrow walking dragon knife still hurts from being knocked on the forehead, "I tell you, when walking in the rivers and lakes, you should first look at the hands when looking at people. Many times those fools change their appearance but don't remember to cover up their hands. Forget it Later, I will ask Qinghao to teach you some basic knowledge."

Qinghao is a master of disguise among Su Jixian's personal guards, and his disguise technique is superb. Ye Xuan still doesn't know whether he looks like a man or a woman.

Ye Xuan covered his head and nodded repeatedly, while Su Jixian put down the knife and turned his head to look far behind, his brows slightly furrowed.

That fake monk just wanted to run in this direction... Does this mean to lure him over?In this way, there should be a back-up over there.

Lu Lingfeng didn't come back right away, maybe... because of the backhand over there?

The turmoil in Lingyin Temple quickly calmed down under Yin Yuanwei's handling. Except for the trap in front of the abbot's courtyard that injured several monks, no one was killed.

A few temple guardian monks sprinkled water to clean the yard where the scuffle had occurred. The bloody smell gradually faded away with the washing of the water. The sun was scorching in midsummer, and the water on the ground was dried up soon, and the yard became clean again.

Ye Xuan ran to explain the situation to the abbot and comforted him while Su Jixian sat outside the room where Chen Yue was sleeping, warming his hands with tea.

The use of martial arts just now made his not-so-healthy body feel a little tired. He didn't feel any better when he started fighting, but now his fingers started to feel cold, and his chest cavity was also aching when he breathed.

"Master." One of the personal guards came in from the outside, his footsteps hurried but landed silently, his body was so light that he didn't seem to weigh much.

Because the courtyard where the melee was fought was some distance away from the guest room, Chen Yue was not woken up, and Su Jixian also wanted her to sleep well, so he glanced back at the guard, raised his slender finger to his lips, and signaled to speak softly.

The personal guard immediately lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear what he found during the cleaning process.

Su Jixian lazily nestled in the chair, listened to the narration of the guard, and smiled coldly in his heart.

Those people's plans were meticulous.First, he signed a document to expose Chen Yue's injuries. After Chen Yue cried, his clothes would definitely be stained. In this way, Lu Lingfeng, who had the highest force value by his side, could be transferred away.

The next step is to send someone pretending to be a monk to lead them to the abbot's yard. If he succeeds, the trap outside the yard is enough to kill half of his life. Shan laid a second trap.On Chen Yue's side, there were also people who went to assassinate, which was regarded as the fourth move.

It's a pity that what they miscalculated was that Su Jixian was too alert and vigilant, and had discovered the problem early, implying that the hidden guards were focusing on protecting Chen Yue, and they turned their faces surprisingly fast on the road. He was obviously sick but he was terribly strong in fighting. He was overthrown by force.

Fingertips gradually warmed up, Su Jixian looked at the figure walking outside the window, waved his hand to make the guards retreat, turned around and walked into the inner room, lightly brushed on Chen Yue's sleeping hole, after confirming that she was in a deep sleep Just went out.

Outside the screen, Lu Lingfeng had already walked into the room, stepped forward to shake off the clean clothes on his hands, and said softly: "Lingfeng has neglected his duty, please punish him, my lord."

"There's nothing wrong with one's duty." Su Jixian took off his coat, which had not seen much water stains, put on the moon white thin shirt in Lu Lingfeng's hand, sat on the soft couch, kicked off his boots and lay down, stretched out his arms The white cat lying quietly in the hood hugged him, "Is everything clear?"

"Yes." Lu Lingfeng sat on the vacant seat beside his legs, took off his gloves and rubbed his calves, warm palms pressed against his skin, the temperature under his palms was a little cold, which made him frown uncontrollably, a little Worried, "It looks like there should be an inside thief."

Su Jixian closed his eyes comfortably, and lazily hummed, "If it wasn't for the help of the insiders, they wouldn't know my whereabouts so well, and they wouldn't have successfully plotted against Yue'er."

"My lord, the assassin I saw in the back mountain seems to be from Langya Fort."

Su Jixian opened his eyes suddenly, and looked over with his dark and clear eyes, "How sure are you?"

"Seven or eight points." Lu Lingfeng rubbed his calf while thinking about it, "They set up a lot of traps. I think it looks very similar to the style of Langya Fort, and the appearance and shape of the assassins in the back mountain are definitely not from the Central Plains. people."

Most of the dead assassins don't leave any marks on their bodies that can tell people their origins, except of course the brain-dead secondary ones.Whether it was the assassin who was ambushing in the temple, or the assassin who was waiting for a rabbit in the back mountain, there was nothing left on his body that could reveal his identity.

Su Jixian gently caressed the cat's back with his fingertips, his pale fingertips were covered with pure white fluff, and his face was thoughtful, "The assassin in the temple is from the Central Plains, I didn't take a closer look at his skills, now think about it... ...It's like the martial arts of the water pirates from Wuyan Island back then."

"Twelve Links...?"

"It may not be sent by Gong Ao. The Twelve Links is too big, and the thief village doesn't have to obey Gong Ao's orders to do everything." Su Jixian rested his chin on the top of the cat's head and closed his eyes. After a while, "Take that fake monk and go back to the other courtyard now, oh yes, let Ye Xuan take Yue'er back to the car."

After he finished speaking, he raised his two arms, Lu Lingfeng got up and bent down, let him hug her neck, and then hugged him horizontally.

Carrying the cat into Lu Lingfeng's hood, Su Jixian adjusted his posture, closed his eyes comfortably, "Let's go."

Lu Lingfeng walked out with him in his arms, a hidden guard jumped out and picked up Su Jixian's changed clothes, poured a small cup of dark red liquid on him, hugged him and followed closely.

They left secretly and swiftly, and within less than half a stick of incense, the carriage left Lingyin Temple.

After returning to the other courtyard that day, Su Jixian stopped going out, stayed in the bedroom, read calligraphy and paintings, raised pets, called many Yinyuan guards around to guard the other courtyard, and bought a large number of wound medicines and tonics to transport into the other courtyard. In another courtyard.

Gradually, rumors spread in the Jianghu that the young master of the Yinyuan Society was seriously injured and critically ill, and the words were well said, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Some people didn't believe it, and questioned: "Young master Yinyuan is also a master, and there is Yinyuanwei by his side, how could he be injured so easily?"

Then someone retorted: "My family owns a pharmacy, and Yin Yuanwei has almost sold out the wound tonics in the pharmacy in Yangzhou City these days. If it wasn't for the serious injury of Young Master Yin Yuan, how could this be happening? I think there is too much money in my hand. Hand? Besides, the third daughter of my daughter-in-law’s cousin’s nephew happened to be at Lingyin Temple that day, and saw with her own eyes that Young Master Yinyuan was being carried back to the carriage, with blood all over her clothes! Ouch, I went after seeing it. Half-Life!"

However, at this time, Young Master Yin Yuan, who was "seriously injured and endangered", was sitting at the table eating snacks. The table was full of dried fish that were fried until browned and crispy, and he ate every bite.

Chen Yue walked in from the outside and looked at the plate of dried fish, and frowned immediately: "Brother, you will get angry if you eat so much."

"Aren't you here?" Su Jixian still didn't stop, picked up a small beef pie with his chopsticks, and continued to eat.

Seeing that his appetite is not bad, Chen Yue didn't say anything, and sat down in front of him to feel his pulse.

"A batch of medicinal materials will be delivered today, and you can continue to make wound medicine when you have time."

"Okay." Chen Yue responded after several days of preparation, without asking why he made so many wound medicines, thinking about changing him to a new prescription.

Su Jixian took a sip of winter melon ribs soup, and looked at her with a smile.