[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Wan Hua raised her chin and held the gold-plated pen and stood opposite him almost arrogantly. When Mu Chenfeng heard that he had finally reported himself as a family and couldn't wait to explain the whole story, the questions that had been circling in his heart for a long time suddenly shattered into coldness.

Jiang Yan——he had seen this name in Jiang Yuhan's pitifully thin pages of background, and Cao Yu had researched these insignificant information dozens of times.No matter whether it is Cao Yu himself or the onlookers, no one has any other thoughts about this name.He suspected that he was anyone, but he never thought that it was Jiang Yan.

Just because Jiang Yan is dead.

"Senior brother Xingyi picked up Jiang Yuhan in the epidemic village and died in the fire in Suiyang." The two short sentences in the information have already told Jiang Yan's life, and nothing else.Since people are dead, how can there be new problems?But Wan Hua in front of her actually admitted that she was the dead person, and then clamored to kill Jiang Yuhan by herself...

The horror in Mu Chenfeng's heart had completely overwhelmed the courage he had raised his sword to face each other just now, looking at Wan Hua who was holding a pen opposite him, he couldn't tell whose face it was with the thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

He thought carefully in confusion, and finally grasped the key point, and said suddenly, "You are Jiang Yan, who is that in Suiyang?" After asking, he pointed the sword at Wan Hua's throat.

"The one from Suiyang is of course Jiang Yuhan." Wan Hua sneered, and answered him almost without thinking. She twirled the barrel of the pen between her long fingers, looked at the pale-faced Taoist priest and his hesitant Jianfeng, and sneered, " Did the Taoist priest forget? Jiang Yuhan has a bad memory, he will do whatever I ask him to do. Naturally he won’t remember if he is on the list to go to Suiyang. I just happened to lie to him if I didn’t want to go. I didn’t expect that I could use his name to hide my identity when I entered the Valley of the Wicked, and he died well enough for me to save him. Daoist Mu, are you right?”

Wan Hua asked back, the sword in Mu Chenfeng's hand had already slapped out gossip profound energy, first sealing his tendons and then pointing out the sword moves.

He is Jiang Yuhan's senior brother, and he may be Jiang Yuhan's closest person. He knows him well and can easily play with him.Jiang Yan took his earrings and his identity, and has been playing Jiang Yuhan vividly in the Haoqi League for so long—forgetfulness and cheerfulness are Jiang Yuhan, and the occasional coldness and calmness are Jiang Yan's true face In this case, the person he plays is dead, and he himself happens to be the recorded dead person, even if he is found out, there is no proof of his death.

As soon as the sword energy came out, Wan Hua retreated, jumped off the high observation deck, circled around the pillar and landed firmly with a pen in her hand, looking at the blood color gradually accumulating in the Taoist priest's eyes, she gritted her teeth He said again: "He was somewhat similar to me when he was a child, but when he grows up, he does nothing and hides all day long. Qingyan's disciples don't even bother to remember his appearance. You say, such a person will die for me, Is it worth it?"

Wan Hua was afraid that he wouldn't know what he was talking about, so she couldn't help laughing smugly at the end, the pendants next to her ears reflected the sunlight from the treetops like fire, as if reflecting the blaze in Suiyang at that time.

"You impersonate Jiang Yuhan, what is your intention? What have you done these days in the Haoqi League?" Mu Chenfeng asked sharply, jumped down, stepped on the ground with the cloud-patterned white boots, and the blade turned again. He went looking for his confident face.

"I don't know what I did to the priest? Didn't I kill the military doctor?" Jiang Yan took the pen in his hand and took his sword moves leisurely. "Mu Daochang, are you angry? Are you going to kill me? Including the death of your little friend Jiang Yuhan, come and beg with me?"

Mu Chenfeng took a deep look at him as he said, but he only saw a calculating Xingyi disciple, a downright villain.

He should have delved deeper into his identity, but he pretended not to notice because he had sworn that he was sincere and had helped the wicked in his territory. Now it seems that it is all false.Wan Hua approached him and became a hero, but only killed one military doctor, and only now confessed to him.If the fate and sincerity were a lie from the beginning, maybe he is still deceiving now.

He lost the bet, and right now, he and him are really only opposing camps.

Mu Chen's Fengjian became more and more calm, and the killing intent was not fatal. Every move had a desolate meaning, Wan Hua couldn't help slowing down, and laughed at him again: "How can the Taoist master kill me if he doesn't try his best? Why don't you kill me?" You and I let go and fight."

The two are clearly evenly matched, but Wan Hua always avoids his sword, occasionally hits acupuncture points, and goes all the way from the tower behind the village to the long grass. Waiting for the Zichen Sword in his hand to sacrifice all his martial arts.

Mu Chenfeng had gone through dozens of moves with him, and he knew that the person facing him had already figured out the pace of his sword moves after being with him day and night. Fangzheng locked his footsteps angrily, and said: "The grievances between you and Jiang Yuhan have nothing to do with me. If you are guilty, you will be judged by the Righteous Hall. Whether you are Jiang Yan or someone else, I have nothing to do with you anymore."

When Wan Hua came out again in a flash, he had once again fled through the clouds and left far away.

Seeing that the Taoist priest dragged his sword energy down the aura, and clearly did not want to fight for a long time, Jiang Yan's expression froze and he whistled immediately. The white-striped black knight who was grazing leisurely moved after hearing the sound, and stepped on all fours to stop him quickly. Mu Chenfeng's road.

Mu Chenfeng turned his footsteps, pressed the saddle with one hand and jumped into the air, before he could pick up the lightness kung fu and start again, the black-robed Wanhua had rushed to him, and the pen tube blocked him and forced him to stop, but when he landed, his left hand was already in the electric light. Flint clasped his sword-holding wrist, and secretly exerted strength to prevent him from swinging the sword. He touched his other arm with a pen in his right hand, and stood close to him.

"Mu Daochang is in a hurry to leave. Is the view of the back mountain of the Jiuli people not good?" Jiang Yan stared at his bloodless face at close range, listening to the sound of birdsong, and said regretfully, "Don't come here It’s still here, so let’s not worry about the grandeur and the fight of the wicked, how about it?”

Mu Chenfeng turned his head and didn't want to look at him, and said coldly: "You really have a plan."

"Didn't I tell you? Slaying a dragon on the plate, no one can save anyone." Jiang Yan closed his fingers contemptuously, giving him the illusion that his hand bones were broken, and said regretfully, "It's a pity that you are with me. It doesn't matter, I've told you everything that needs to be told, Daoist Mu himself doesn't believe it."

Even though Mu Chenfeng's wrist was in severe pain, he didn't stop the operation of his internal force. Hearing that he was in a hurry to clear up the relationship, he couldn't help his eyes glowing with anger, "If you have nothing to do with it, why stop me?"

Wan Hua didn't answer, she curled her fingers slightly and took his pulse, her eyes moved slightly and said: "Mu Daochang, you should save some energy."

As soon as he turned his head, it was close to his cheek, and the cool hair brushed over the brow, as if his breathing was all in one place. Mu Chenfeng saw only a chaotic blackness in his eyes, and his face darkened immediately: "Get out of the way!"

Jiang Yanben clasped his five fingers tightly, and suddenly felt that his sword hand was exerting internal force, and he would rather break it than be controlled by others, so he had to let go of his hand in amazement, and turned the barrel of the pen to catch the sword move that he quickly struck.

"I don't want to kill you, and I don't want you to save Cao Yu." Jiang Yan looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said bluntly, "Besides..."

Mu Chenfeng stopped listening to his clever words, turned his wrist with fingerprints on it, and pushed him far away with nine turns of the horizontal sword. This time, he not only locked his steps but also sealed his tendons. The sword is facing the sky, and halfway through the sword formula, he hooked his thin lips when he saw all the flowers in his chest.

Almost at the same time, there was a strong wind in the forest, and the calm and emerald Jiuli Houshan suddenly darkened.

When Mu Chenfeng raised his head, he could see the wingspan in the sky, densely covering the sun, kites rose from the mountains like dark clouds, swept across the dome with the wind, and pointed directly at the direction of Lancang City.

"Besides, do you think you can be saved?" Jiang Yan stopped his pen and stood under the shadow cast by the wingspan, looking at Mu Chenfeng's raised chin, and slowly completed the second half of the sentence that he hadn't said just now.

Ye Rong never lost his defense after entering Lancang, and even repeatedly attacked Shuangge Fort, because Lancang City is located behind Nanming Valley, blocked by the wall of Meilong Town, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack due to the favorable time and place, and only a small amount of troops are needed to attack. You can retreat from the enemy.But if it is a kite, it can easily cross the city wall and avoid artillery and catapults at high altitudes. The person who drives the kite can also fight on the ground because he saves energy.

Mu Chenfeng caught a glimpse of Wanhua's cold smile on the side of his hair in astonishment, and felt that Li Lingyuan's words had hit his confidence, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Chunyang's light kungfu was ethereal while riding a crane. Jiang Yan turned around and stretched his neck, but he couldn't find his frost-white figure. When the wingspan that covered the sky also sank into the sky, he looked away resentfully, stepped on the long grass and walked slowly to the dark place. Riding forward, he slowly smoothed those thick and prickly manes, and murmured with a laugh: "I'm not Jiang Yuhan, so he ignored me, it's really boring."

Listening to him talking to himself, the horse raised its neck to eat grass and neighed.

"No, I stopped him, but he still wants to go if he doesn't listen." Jiang Yan continued indifferently, the thin wound on the fingertips of the glove felt painful when he rubbed it, "I gave him a chance too, he You are still so stupid, but you don't want to kill me, so you are still waiting for the "justice" of the Haoqi League to punish you? Heh..."

He clearly said disdainful words, but he seemed listless. He stood for a long time amidst the howling wind before getting on his horse, reining in the rein and looking solemnly from a distance:

"Even if it has nothing to do with me, I still have to go to Lancang City."

----split line----

According to Wan Hua's method, Mu Chenfeng may have used him to leave the east and west, and Mu Chenfeng hurried to join the elite, but when he rushed to the river, he unexpectedly found that the people he brought were safe and looking forward to him, and they gathered when they saw him. come over.

Even though he couldn't figure out what Wan Hua wanted to confess to him alone, now that time is running out and the situation is critical, Mu Chenfeng has no time to worry, and has to throw all the clues that have just been drawn out of his mind.

The Jiuli people are famous for their kites that can carry people. There are so many of them and their movements are orderly and swift. It is bound to be a long-planned air strike.

Mu Chenfeng immediately led people along the west of the river, catching up with the kite that traveled thousands of miles that day, and halfway there, he saw blood stains floating in the winding tributary river, and billowing smoke billowed from Lancang City, which stood far away on the top of the mountain. .

The author has something to say: Identity impersonation is probably what Jiang Yan said, and Jiang Yuhan has indeed died long ago. It is a pity that he only lives in the lines

As for what Jiang Yan said is true and which is false...