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However, he walked aside to fiddle with firewood.

And Lian Heng still looked at the little wooden figure in his hand motionlessly, the longing in his eyes was as fierce as a wave.

Mo Qiaozhi propped up a roasted chicken to the fire, and after arranging everything properly, he rested, looked at Lian Heng's distraught appearance, and said, "Master, I want to be your husband."

"I don't know what happened to Master." Lian Heng sighed.

"Sima Guo is here, so don't worry." Mo Qiaozhi comforted.

"Uncle Mo, how can I help Master?" Lian Heng suddenly asked seriously.

"Mr. has his own opinion about the affairs of the court."

"Oh..." Lian Heng sighed softly, it seemed that he couldn't help much, but seeing the other party's exhausted expression every day made his heart ache.

As night fell, suddenly a strange rustling sound came from the bushes, causing Mo Qiaozhi and Lian Heng to stand up vigilantly, look around, and prepare for battle.

"It seems that there is only one person, and I can't feel the inner strength." Lian Heng frowned slightly, and said seriously.

"Maybe it's the people nearby." Mo Qiaozhi said.

As soon as the words fell, a figure rushed out from the haystack and rushed straight to the leftover roast chicken. I saw that the man was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled and he couldn't see his face clearly. , like a refugee who has been hungry for a long time, the back of his hand was burned, and the scars were shocking.

Lian Heng and Mo Qiaozhi were relieved that it wasn't the assassin's visit. They looked up and down at this slovenly beggar-like man. Lian Heng felt that the beggar seemed familiar. He first said: "Are you a commoner nearby? ?”

The man suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, the terrifying appearance made Lian Heng tremble all over, more than half of the man's face was burnt, with pus and blood scars remaining, he was neither human nor ghost, even so Lian Heng still treated this People recognized it.

"You are Xiao Yining?!" Lian Heng shouted in astonishment.

The other party didn't say a word, didn't respond to the name at all, just lowered his head and ate the leftover roast chicken in embarrassment.

"Uncle Mo, he's Xiao Yining." Lian Heng looked at Mo Qiaozhi and said.

"Subordinates also think so, but it looks like they have lost their memory." Mo Qiaozhi frowned, walked up to the man and said, "Do you remember who you are?"

"I don't know." The man's voice was hoarse.

"You were burned by the fire." Lian Heng continued.

"Fire..." The man suddenly became frightened and muttered to himself. He was trembling all over, as if he had experienced such a horrible thing.

"You are Xiao Yining, the owner of the Shear Valley, remember?" Lian Heng knelt down and continued.

But the other party couldn't hear a word anymore, and suddenly yelled hysterically: "Jin Ting——" immediately fainted and passed out.

"Uncle Mo, take him with us, let's go into the city." Lian Heng got up and said the same thing.

"Ah? The young master stopped chasing the official ship?" Mo Qiaozhi said in surprise.

"Hurry up and save Xiao Yining." Lian Heng sighed, and looked at Mo Qiaozhi, "Uncle Mo understands?"

"Subordinates understand." Mo Qiaozhi said with clasped fists, Xiao Yining was a good card to bring down Jin Ting.

After half an hour, Lian Heng and Mo Qiaozhi brought the unconscious Xiao Yining to the gate of the city, only to feel that the aura of the city was a little strange, so gloomy that it completely lost the elegance and tranquility of the Jiangnan city, and still Many common people hurried out of the city with their families. Compared to this, many sect disciples entered the city in groups.

"Kongyan Sect, Puhua Temple, Emei Sect, Langya Mountain..." Lian Heng counted the disciples of those sects coming and going. With the influx of disciples from many sects, it shouldn't be a big deal recently, right?

"Master, is something wrong?" Mo Qiaozhi asked strangely, "The expressions of these sect disciples are serious."

"Go to Baiyeju." Lian Heng said with a serious face.

"Yes."

【Juwucheng Baiyeju】

Because Wucheng is the center of martial arts, generally decent families will set up a villa in Wucheng for contact, and Baiye Villa also has a garden in Wucheng, named "Baiyeju".

Baiyeju is located in the south of Hewu City, surrounded by mountains and rivers, like a paradise. The warriors guarding the gate were all surprised by the sudden arrival of Lian Heng and Mo Qiaozhi, and they all clasped their fists in salute: "See you, Master, Elder Mo."

"Help him to the wing to take good care of him, and find a doctor to treat him." Mo Qiaozhi handed the unconscious Xiao Yining to a guard.

"Subordinates obey."

The two guards clasped their fists to obey the order, one helped Xiao Yining go to the wing, and the other left in a hurry to invite the doctor.

At this time, Feng Yang, the chief manager of Baiyeju, who heard the wind, also rushed out, seeing Lian Heng and Mo Qiaozhi hurriedly saluted: "Young Master, Elder Mo, I don't know..."

"It's okay, did something happen to Wucheng recently?" Lian Heng asked straight to the point.

"That's right, Wucheng has been haunted by ghosts for the past two days, and my subordinates have just sent the news back to the villa." Feng Yang said with a soft sigh.

"Haunted?" Lian Heng looked at Feng Yang strangely.

"Master, please come in first." Feng Yang invited Lian Heng and others to enter the door, and along the way he greeted the maids to wait around for fear of being inattentive, and he himself reported seriously, "According to the witnesses of the martial arts, it was the former ally leader Nan Gongyi. ghost."

Lian Heng didn't say a word.

"So in the past few days, many sects have sent people to Jinting one after another, asking Jinting to investigate and deal with the murderer who killed Nangong's leader's family as soon as possible, so as to comfort the dead." Feng Yang continued.

"No wonder I just entered the city and saw so many sect disciples pouring into the city with stern expressions." Lian Heng tutted his tongue.

"The subordinates have already asked people to investigate the haunting incident secretly, and I believe there will be results within a few days." Feng Yang said.

"When and where did the haunting happen?" Mo Qiaozhi asked.

"Usually in Zishi, it will appear at the Xilin Pagoda, or it will appear the next night. Many martial arts people have seen that soul." Feng Yang said mysteriously.

"What's Jin Ting's reaction?" Lian Heng said with a dark face.

"He just sent someone to investigate."

Lian Heng lingered and thought for a while, then he said: "Uncle Mo, send a letter to Sima Guo to tell Master about this matter." At the end, his eyes darkened, and he said helplessly, "Tell Master, I'm afraid We will arrive in Jeju a few days later."

"Yes, sir."

"Young master, can you eat?" Feng Yang asked.

"Preparing dinner, the young master hasn't eaten yet." Mo Qiaozhi waved his hand and said.

"Yes, master, please." Feng Yang brought Lian Heng and Mo Qiaozhi to the main house in the backyard, and said in embarrassment, "I don't know what kind of meal the young master likes, so I can ask the cook to prepare it."

"Just do whatever you want, and bring the account books of Jiangnan area to my room." Lian Heng said lightly and walked into the room.

Feng Yang was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had done something inconsiderate, and immediately complained incessantly.

"Old Yang, don't worry, the young master is just suffering from lovesickness." Mo Qiaozhi laughed loudly and patted Feng Yang on the shoulder, "Take good care of the comatose man in the wing."

"So that's the case, this subordinate knows." Feng Yang let out a long breath and patted his chest.

The next day.

Finally able to sleep comfortably on the bed, Lian Heng naturally woke up feeling refreshed, the fatigue of the previous few days was gone, his whole body was full of strength and he could do a few front flips, sat up and stretched comfortably. Lazy, Ying'er, the waiter outside the door, heard the movement inside and came in with water to wash up.

"Ying'er, it's so early." Lian Heng greeted her brightly.

"Young master is getting late, it's almost noon." Ying'er said with a light smile.

"Ah! It's so late..." Lian Heng was surprised, he lay down for a long time without knowing it, and the official ship should be able to arrive in Wucheng tonight.

After a while Ying'er dressed Lian Heng, he said respectfully: "Lunch is ready, please move to the side hall, master."

"Well, by the way, what happened to the man from yesterday?" Lian Heng asked as he walked out of the room.

"I woke up, the doctor is still treating me right now."

"Oh." Lian Heng frowned slightly, and couldn't help speeding up.

After lunch, Lian Heng hurried to the wing room, just in time Mo Qiaozhi and Feng Yang were also there, and an old doctor was scrupulously detecting the pulse.

"Master." Mo Qiaozhi and Feng Yang saluted together.

"What's the matter?" Lian Heng went to the bed and looked, only to see that Xiao Yining's face was bandaged, leaving only a nose and mouth, and his arms were also bandaged, the whole person was lying on the bed like a stiff corpse.

At this time, the doctor said: "This patient's burns need long-term application of ointment, and internal injuries also need long-term conditioning. Fortunately, his life is not in danger."

"How long will it take?" Lian Heng asked anxiously.

"Thirty days." The doctor stroked his beard and said confidently, "In twenty days, most of his burns will be healed, but the scars cannot be eliminated."

"But he seems to have no memory." Lian Heng frowned and said.

"It was caused by an internal injury. When the internal injury heals, the memory can be restored." Lang Zhong said with a faint smile.

"Oh~ that's good." Lian Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"The old man is going to write a prescription."

"Thank you." Lian Heng bowed.

"Doctor, please." A waiter hastily introduced.

In the room, Lian Heng and others also came out of the court to discuss.

"Uncle Feng, what's happening in the Jin Court recently?" Lian Heng asked coldly.

"He himself didn't make much movement, but Tian Fen recently found out that there are a group of purple-clothed killers in the martial arts world." Feng Yang said.

"The killer in purple is from Jinting." Lian Heng smiled contemptuously, "He came to arrest me."

"Tian Fen has already intercepted it, but please be careful, young master." Feng Yang said.

"Well, by the way, Uncle Feng, you can take me for a walk on the street.