Brilliant thorn

At the beginning, Cui Yushu went crazy and went on a killing spree, assassinating 26 people in the pavilion one after another. He heard from some shadow guards that none of the seven masters survived except Tang Yun.

Xiao Jue checked carefully in the secret room of Que Ling Terrace, and found that the heads of the two sect masters were not there.

Although he doubted whether the two had escaped, he was more inclined to think that Cui Yushu threw his head into the forest at will when he went crazy. After all, the strength of these two people is not strong, and it is difficult to escape from Cui Yushu's clutches.

But now it seems that his guess was wrong.

These two people are not only alive, but also dare to appear in public blatantly.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Xiao Jue's mind.

Since they knew that Cui Yushu had murderous intentions, why didn't they take the opportunity to fly away, and instead came back to accompany Tang Yun?

Do they know that Tang Jun is still "wanted" by Taxian Pavilion?

These three people came here today not just to ask for a wedding drink, what are they planning?

What's more, Xiao Jue couldn't figure it out.

Tang Jun wandered around in Shangye City for at least half a month, and he didn't know how to keep a low profile. With his ability to step on the fairy pavilion, he should have taken action a long time ago, and he would never indulge him for so long.

Could it be that the fact that Cui Yushu was dead was discovered, causing chaos in Taxian Pavilion and no time to take care of it?

No, it won't.

Cui Yushu's body was stolen, which shows that some people don't want this matter to be known by the insiders of Taxian Pavilion.

Xiao Jue frowned more and more. Thinking about it carefully, since he got the portrait and went down the mountain to kill Fu Shaoyu, all the details he experienced were weird.

"When it comes to appreciating the flute and appreciating the piano, if you look at the entire martial arts world, if Senior Yan claims to be the second, no one will dare to be the first." Tang Yun gave his side a look, and continued: "The Dong Xiao given by Tang has a lot of history. The year is not too short, and please give me a three-pointer."

A sect master presented the brocade box, seeing that Yan Wuji was on guard, he smiled lightly and lifted the lid of the box: "There is no trap, please rest assured."

Nie Xian glanced into the box, her expression changed slightly, and she looked at Yan Wuji again, with a look of astonishment on her face.

It was a jade flute, the quality of which was not pure enough, the blood-colored silk flocks hooked between the white jade, like red marks that had not faded when it was salvaged from a pool of blood.

The tassels hanging under the sound hole are also red, but they are old and look dull and unclean.On the contrary, the knots on the tassels are very unique, unlike the usual concentric knots, but skillfully tied into the shape of flying swallows.

"Where did you get it?" Yan Wuji asked in a deep voice.

"Well," Tang Yun came closer, waving a folding fan, blinked, and asked softly, "Senior, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

Yan Wuji remained silent and only stared at Tang Yun with a pair of gloomy and deep eyes.

Others were too far away to hear what they were saying, but Nie Xian could hear them clearly.

She got up, glanced at the jade flute, and then looked at Tang Yun: "Master Tang, please be frank."

Rolling her eyes, Tang Yun folded her folding fan, touched the tip of her nose, and said with embarrassment: "I'm ashamed to say, but it's because Tang is too shy to afford such an expensive gift. I can only put it in the warehouse in the pavilion. After digging around, I found two things that I could afford."

After speaking, he inserted the folding fan into the back of his neck collar, and stretched out his hand to the side in a casual manner.

Another sect master immediately handed over the brocade box in his hand to him.

"This is the handwriting of our pavilion master."

Tang Jun handed over the brocade box, but Yan had no choice but to accept it. He smiled and said, "If you don't accept it, Tang won't be able to do business when he goes back."

Xiao Jue was even more puzzled, what was Tang Yun doing in this role?If he didn't know that Cui Yushu was dead, how could he dare to act so arrogantly in his name?

Only Yan Wuji said coldly: "I have never had any contact with Taxian Pavilion, and Yan has accepted His Majesty's heart."

Nie Xian said, "Open it and have a look."

She came from a family, and her grandfather was a famous and highly respected figure in the martial arts world. In a sense, Yan Wuji had a great deal of help from Nie Xian when she came to Nie's family and learned the method of mysterious rhythm. relation.

So she speaks with confidence.

The tone of these four words was undeniably strong, and the atmosphere in the whole hall instantly became subtle.

Tang Yun showed a bit of difficulty: "This... I'd better accept Senior Houyan and reward you privately."

"What's so shameful?" Nie Xian's voice turned cold, "Open it."

Tang Yun looked at this hesitantly, then at that, and wanted to persuade her again, but Nie Xian showed a hint of aggressiveness, and she couldn't help but lift the lid of the brocade box.

Inside lay a scroll.

"Since Mrs. Nie insists on watching, Tang Mou would rather be respectful than obedient."

Tang Yun took out the scroll, untied the red string tied on it, and opened a corner slightly, all eyes gathered.

He paused, rolled up the painting again, and stuffed it into Yan Wuji's arms: "Senior, it's better to come by yourself, I just came to have a cup of wedding wine, so I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to Fu Shaoyu's table, and went to get the flagon with a playful smile, but was held down by Fu Shaoyu's forearm.

"Don't be so mean."

Tang Jun wanted to switch hands, but was stopped by Xiao Jue. He said "tsk", "I have to drink this wine!"

The three of them fought each other around a jug, Tang Yun's two fists were no match for four hands, and he couldn't help but said anxiously: "It's just a glass of wine, what about it?"

Chi Xue smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you just now? This family is very stingy!" After speaking, she raised her head to look at Yan Wuji again, and said, "How long are you going to stop me? My sister has a good temper, but I have limited patience."

Yan Wuji didn't seem to hear her yelling, he just stared at the scroll in his hand with a worried expression.

Shen Zhongqing and Shi Zhengping exchanged glances, got up one after another and came to the main seat, but when they saw the hole flute in the brocade box, they both showed serious expressions.

Others may not know it, but they are closely related, and they immediately recognized this jade flute as Yan Wuji's favorite thing back then. The swallow-shaped knots and red tassels all came from that unspeakable woman.

How could this thing be in the warehouse of Taxiange?

Some people couldn't sit still.

"What the hell is it? Brother Yan might as well open it up for the big guys to see."

"Hmph, what good things can I get from stepping on the fairy pavilion?"

"Brother Yan, did you have any grievances with that old thief Cui? Otherwise, the other party would not have specially sent someone to make trouble at this time."

"Open it and have a look, I'm also very curious."

"Beware of fraud..."

……

Every time you say something, the hall instantly becomes noisy.

Yan Wuji slowly unfolded a corner of the scroll. Seeing the scarlet color, Nie Xian instantly remembered that woman's red makeup.

As the picture scroll "swished", everyone's eyes turned upwards, seeing a hellish scene.

Everyone gasped.

Shi Yi stood up in a "chuckle", stared at the painting that fell on the ground, and said in surprise: "Brother Fu, is this painting..."

"Ah."

Fu Shaoyu slashed Tang Yun's face with his palm, and the opponent fell back three inches to the ground and retreated quickly, accidentally kicking the corner of the painting scroll.

The scroll is completely spread out, and the large dark red paint seems to blend with the red carpet in the hall, which is even more shocking.

It was no different from the assassination diagram of the Ling family's night banquet they had seen in the underground palace of Buzhi Peak.

Tang Yun stabilized her figure, glanced at her feet, and shook her head again and again.

"It's fine if you don't drink, as for doing it? Your master's meticulous work, tsk tsk tsk, what a pity..."

"Presumptuous! On the day of the Yan Mansion's great joy, how could you be allowed to wait here arrogantly!"

Ao Jiang slapped down the table again in a temper, the table couldn't bear it, and fell apart under the iron palm.

Tang Yun pretended to be innocent: "It's really wronged. Just now Tang has reminded me that it's better for Senior Yan to appreciate this painting in private. I'm also very embarrassed if it happens like this."

"You still dare to quibble! As expected of a person who came out of Stepping on the Immortal Pavilion, he is shameless in the same way."

"Huh? Tang really doesn't like to hear these words. How can you scold Taxian Pavilion? Don't take me with you, okay?"

"What do you mean by sending such an unlucky painting today? Isn't it just for scolding?"

"Tang is just following the orders of the pavilion master, so he came here to ask for a glass of wine. As for what you mean by sending paintings, you have to ask our pavilion master." Tang Yun turned the fan twice in his hand, and looked at Yan Wu quietly. Plan, "You can either ask Senior Yan."

As soon as these words came out, the meeting immediately fell silent.

They are all veterans who have been in the arena for many years, and Tang Yun's implication can be understood after a little touch.

Shi Zhengping, who had been silent since entering the palace, suddenly asked at this moment: "When did you get involved with Taxian Pavilion?"

His tone was neither yin nor yang, and this question was even more sharp.

Yan Wuji replied: "Never met."

After listening to the others, although they still had doubts, it was the time when they were fighting against each other, so they didn't bother to ask in detail, and just pointed the finger at Tang Yun immediately based on their position.

"Tang, if you have something to say, just say it, and don't make insinuations!"

"Central Plains Wulin has never had anything to do with Taxian Pavilion. The head of the Tang sect came to provoke this time, does he think that there is no one in my generation?"

"You ruined someone's happy event, and you still have the face to claim to ask for a drink? Go back to Shuzhong!"

"..."

Amidst the denunciation, Tang Jun heard the movement of the long sword unsheathed.

He flicked his folding fan and said with a smile: "I am a very good-tempered person. I won't be angry if you scold me. But—" the subject changed, and his slender eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. I hate people telling me 'get lost'."

Before he finished speaking, the folding fan flew out, whirling and heading straight for the southwest corner of the hall.

The person who made Tang Yun roll rolled sideways twice in embarrassment, barely avoiding it.

Seeing him make a move, the others drew their swords out one after another. Even though they couldn't raise their internal strength for the time being, they still had to put on a dignified look, so that Tang Yun could not see the slightest flaw, lest the other party become more arrogant.

Tang Yun didn't pay attention to everyone at all, with sharp bony spurs exposed on the tip of her fan, she only attacked the person who told him to go away just now.

He moved fiercely, obviously moved to kill.

Fu Shaoyu got up and was about to strike when Xiao Jue flew out. The frost pierced Tang Yun's back like a snake in the snow with a bitter chill.

"Don't stop me!"

The smile on Tang Yun's face was gone, he kicked Xiao Jue's wrist sideways, and then threw out his fan to cut the man's throat, the people beside him hurriedly made their moves, they had no internal strength and made sword moves, which were soft and could not hinder Tang Yun's attack at all. .

Seeing Xiao Jue making a move, the two sect masters also flew over to help Tang Yun. The guards of the Yan family got the signal from the master's eyes and joined the battle.

Under the shadow of swords and swords, the two girls Chixue and Indigo have quietly disappeared.

After dozens of rounds, Tang Jun was forced to leave the hall, his eyes were red, and he stared at Xiao Jue: "Why are you always in such a way!"

Before Xiao Jue could open his mouth, Fu Shaoyu had already chased after him, and he couldn't help but slap Tang Yun several times.

The two exchanged a few glances during the move, Tang Yun looked resentful and unwilling, and finally closed the folding fan, pretending to be invincible and calling people to retreat.

Xiao Jue was full of confusion, how could he really escape?

He jumped up to the eaves and flew after him. Fu Shaoyu was afraid that something bad happened to him, so he told him to follow quickly.

Several people ran back and forth for several miles, when the black robe who had been waiting at the gate of the city suddenly appeared, blocking Xiao Jue's way.He covered his face with a black veil, so he couldn't see his appearance, but his kung fu was excellent, Xiao Jue had only fought him for three rounds, and he knew he was no match.

Seeing that Tang Jun quickly escaped from sight, Xiao Jue was in a hurry. He did not care whether he would be injured or not with every move, only attacking but not defending.

On the contrary, the black robe began to be unable to let go of his hands and feet, as if he did not want to let him get hurt.

Tang Yun fled a long way again, and he didn't stop until the gate of the city faded into a black spot.

The two sect masters were not as fast as he was, and he was the only one standing under the tree at the moment, with an unhappy expression on his face, he paced back and forth shaking his fan, after a while, he was finally out of breath and kicked towards the tree trunk.

Crash, petals fell from his head.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Suddenly someone spoke from behind.

Tang Yun paused, gritted her teeth and said, "Why are you here?"

Jueying stepped forward and embraced him from behind, sighing softly, "I've always been here."

Tang Yun turned around in his arms and stood face to face with him.

"Are you crying in pain?" Jueying hugged him with one hand, and pressed the corner of his red eyes with the other, "Don't kick the tree next time, come hit me, okay?"

Tang Yun raised her eyebrows: "Are you pretending to be gentle and considerate now? It's a pity that I don't like this. It's been ten years, Jueying, and now I'll return the original words to you."

The arm at the waist was stiff for a moment.

Tang Jun smiled uglier than crying: "Get lost!"