Hit it off

Yun Hanqing put Xue Changying on the bed, covered him with a thin quilt,

Around Xue Changying's neck was a long-lived lock with cloud patterns. Yun Hanqing stroked it carefully, stuffed his long-lived lock into his underwear and put it close to his body, looked at his peaceful sleeping face for a while, and turned around. He raised his sword and pushed the door out.

He raised his breath in his abdomen, exerted strength on his feet, and ran several miles in a blink of an eye, then stopped suddenly, covered his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his upper body.

He has already practiced the Nine Transformation Yang Kungfu to the eighth level, and whenever it is critical to break through to the next level, the true energy in his whole body will run around. The reason for bringing it with him was that he was afraid that he would accidentally injure Xue Changying when he entered the next level of skill.

The sky turned white.

Yun Hanqing let out a mouthful of turbid air, and he had already calmed down the rushing true energy in his body. He glanced at the direction of Yujian Villa with his beautiful eyes, turned around and walked towards Jinling with his sword in hand.

Besides, Xue Changying woke up naturally after falling asleep, felt the coolness around her, and knew that Yun Hanqing must have set foot on the road to Baihualou alone in the dark.

knock knock

Yun Hanliu pushed the door open and entered, seeing Xue Changying sitting on the bed and smiling slightly.

"Slept well last night?"

Although Yun Hanliu and Yun Hanqing are siblings, they don't look alike at all. Yun Hanliu is very heroic. If you just look at it based on appearance, it seems that Yun Hanliu is more like an elder brother.

Xue Changying nodded and said:

"Hanliu, I'm going to find Hanqing."

"Brother will be back soon, don't worry, heal here with peace of mind."

Xue Changying had already got out of bed, put on her clothes, and said seriously:

"Hanliu, don't you feel that Hanqing is very tired? Let me go, Hanqing needs me."

He said this with an expression of sincerity, with a calmness that didn't match his age, and Yun Hanliu looked into his eyes for some reason and couldn't say anything to refute.

"For so many years, he has been on the road alone. I want to accompany him. Hanliu, please let me go."

Although Yun Hanliu really wanted to say that it was just a Baihualou, Yun Hanqing didn't take it to heart at all, but for some reason, he blurted out a sentence: "It's a long way to go, so be careful."

Xue Changying smiled slightly, her eyebrows curved, "Thank you, Hanliu."

He politely declined the servant Yun Hanliu wanted to give to him, chose a thousand-mile horse himself, and drove away.

Yun Hanliu stood outside the village and watched Xue Changying leave. His pale yellow forehead band fluttered and finally disappeared.

Ten days later, Baihualou.

From the moment Yun Hanqing stepped into Baihualou, he was the focus of everyone's attention, and the eyes of surprise, greed, and fear overlapped.

"A rare guest, I didn't expect that the owner of Yujian Villa, who is clean and self-sacrificing, would also set foot in Baihualou."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged lady, with a lingering charm, and she walked down the stairs gracefully with her waist twisted.

Yun Han smiled gently and said:

"Yun Mou passed by here and left after a day's rest. Please make it easy for Miss Liu."

"Then I won't entertain you, Mr. Yun please."

Those who stayed in Baihualou came to look for flowers and ask Liu, and it was tacit understanding to each other, that Miss Liu sent someone to take Yun Hanqing to the second floor wing room, and after a while, she came out through another secret door.

"Mr. Yun, Tianzi No. [-] room, Nimozhi will stay at Baihua Building tonight, and call Mr. Xiuyu to accompany you."

It turned out that Liu Rugu was a spy from Zhaixinglou, and he was the informant who was in charge of leading Yun Hanqing in this operation.

Yun Hanqing nodded slightly, and said, "Thank you."

The sound insulation effect of Baihualou is very good, unlike ordinary brothels, you can hardly hear the singing of Yingying and swallows. The people who come here are all well-connected, and the secrecy is very good. From the outside, it seems more like an elegant place to play the piano and drink tea.

Each wing room is an independent private room, but inside there are all kinds of play instruments, wooden horses, shackles, jade signs... Yun Han glanced at each of them lightly, but couldn't help but put these instruments on Xue Changying's heart. body.

Oh, our innocent Mr. Yun does not admit that he is a beast of dissatisfaction.

Three long knocks and two short knocks came from outside the door, indicating that Nimozhi had arrived at Baihualou.

Yun Hanqing held the sword and opened the door to enter Tianzi No. [-] room. Xiuyu, who was waiting to accompany him, had already been taken down by Liu Rugu. There are many bronze mirrors in it.

Large and small, with different shapes, there are about a hundred mirrors, reflecting Yun Hanqing from all angles, as if to see his movements clearly, as if to catch a turtle in a jar.

With a thought in Yun Hanqing's mind, the bronze mirror has already started to move spontaneously.

The mirror shakes, the light reflects, and the lights are colorful, shaking until Yun Hanqing can't see clearly, his vision is gradually blurred, everything he can see is distorted and shaking, and there are true and false voices coming from his ears, babbling and singing It sounds like a mocking laugh, an anxious call, and the sound of fighting with swords and swords.

Countless pictures have appeared in front of his eyes, changing one after another, like looking at flowers on horseback. He was plundered by gangsters when he was young, and he was tortured to ask the whereabouts of Jiuhuayang; when he lost his father when he was young, he carried Yujian alone The responsibility of the villa; he practiced Yuqing swordsmanship and Jiuhuayanggong hard, and became famous in the world; he sent his two younger brothers to worship under the famous teacher, and he strictly abided by the group training of Yujian Villa by himself, fulfilling his father's will, and finally died. He ended up betraying his relatives.

"Don't play with him, don't get close to him, he is a cold-hearted monster."

"Look at him, he's as stupid as hell. He said that he would do whatever he asked for, and take a bunch of thankless things on himself."

The last picture stays in a raging fire, he is holding a torch in his hand, and behind him is Yujian Villa with a sea of ​​blood.His eyes were so cold, the moon-white gown was stained red with blood, and it seemed that a person had stepped out of the sea of ​​blood. Yun Hanqing looked up, and Xue Changying, who was dressed in autumn-colored brocade, came out of the sea of ​​blood. In front of Han Qing, he was struggling to carry a wooden barrel full of well water in his hand, and splashed it all on Yun Hanqing's face with a "crash".

"Han Qing, wake up! Han Qing! Wake up!"

As if the picture had been shattered, there were cracks and cracks.

Yun Hanqing's eyes gradually cleared up, and the anxious Xue Changying came into view.

Xue Changying let out a breath, wiped Yun Hanqing's face, and helped him up.

It was only then that Yun Hanqing noticed that the clothes on his chest were soaked. There was a copper washbasin at his feet, and the ground was wet a lot, and the culprit was probably Xue Changying who poured cold water on his head.

"you…"

Just as Yun Hanqing was about to speak, he suddenly heard a voice that was true and false, indistinguishable between male and female, and seemed illusory and illusory, coming from all directions.

"As expected of the jade-faced Shura, you can break my illusion."

Yun Han snorted coldly, and the Leng Yue sword at his waist came out of its sheath, and there was a "ding" sound, and he slashed towards the wall. With a "crash", he opened the secret door, and a person dressed as a monk from the Western Regions hid in it , his cheeks were sallow, he was holding a wooden fish in his hand, his eyes were cloudy, and it seemed that there was a whirlpool, which made people involuntarily inhale deeply.

"Don't look him in the eyes!"

Xue Changying shouted, Yun Hanqing turned his wrist slightly, and the tip of the sword raised a bronze mirror, the light shone straight on Nimozhi's face, "Ah——you are—"

Nimozhi shouted in horror, his illusion was reflected by the bronze mirror and trapped himself in the illusion. The expression on his face was joyful for a while, sad for a while, painful for a while, and terrified for a while, crying and laughing, and finally Go crazy.

A flash of cold light flashed, and the Leng Yue sword sank into Nimozhi's chest.

Before Nimozhi died, he seemed to have seen something. Yun Hanqing's sword was still stuck in his chest, and he was about to burst into tears, as if he was frightened to death. Yun Hanqing pulled out the Lengyue sword, and Nimozhi's body fell slowly. go down.

He followed Nimozhi's line of sight, facing Xue Changying behind him.

Xue Changying still blinked her harmless eyes, not caring about Nimozhi's death, and only said, "Han Qing, are you alright?"

Yun Hanqing took out the white handkerchief in his bosom and slowly wiped Leng Yuejian, and said lightly:

"How did you come here?"

"I asked people and they showed me the way."

Yun Hanqing paused for a moment as he wiped his sword. It was a long journey from Yujian Villa to Baihualou. Although he said lightly, the journey must have been very difficult, "You... for me?"

Xue Changying nodded and said with a smile:

"Yeah, I'm worried about you."

Yun Hanqing put the Leng Yue sword back into its scabbard, and suddenly leaned forward, pressing Xue Changying on the table with the cold scabbard resting on the latter's neck. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "You Who is it?"

Xue Changying frowned slightly, "I'm Xue Changying. Hanqing, it hurts..."

Yun Hanqing's rationality told him that Xue Changying's origin was unknown, and he should continue to torture him severely, but in the end he was defeated by the mist that gradually rose from Xue Changying's big eyes. Yun Hanqing retracted the scabbard, and hugged Xue Changying In his arms, he comforted softly: "Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. Don't cry."

Xue Changying sobbed and complained aggrievedly: "Your sword hurts me so much."

Yun Hanqing slapped Leng Yuejian, which he regarded as a treasure, hard.

"I'll beat it for you, be good, don't cry."

"It hurts me to be separated by the table..."

"Bang!"

The marble table behind him was shattered by Yun Hanqing's palm.

"Okay, I broke..."

"You murdered me..."

Yun Hanqing: ...

"Then you hit me?"

Xue Changying sniffed, turned her head, and ignored Yun Hanqing.

Yun Han lowered his breath in a low voice:

"Baby, be good. I was wrong."

"Han Qing is bad, I don't like Han Qing anymore!"

"No! You can only like me!"

Liu Rugu looked like he had seen a ghost and looked at Yun Hanqing, who was childishly arguing with his lover, and seriously doubted whether he had been affected by Nimozhi's illusion and had sequelae. Is Shura Yunhan clear?

Liu Ruzhi took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, uncorked the bottle, and a strange fragrance gushed out. She poured the powder in the bottle on Nimozhi's body, and it was whitish. After a while, Nimozhi His skin, flesh and bones had all melted into a puddle of blood.

"Thank you, Mr. Yun, for eliminating harm in the martial arts. I will report to the host. Whatever Mr. Yun wants, Zhaxinglou will give it to me with both hands!"