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Zi Shiyue went up to the treetops, Yin Yixiao blocked the tree hole and rode on his horse, patted the horse and said: "Work harder tonight, try to come back before dawn."

Yin Yixiao flew a horse to the town in the border, and saw that there was still a warrant for him at the door, but there was no heavy guard, so he suddenly became playful.

"Ma'er, let's go to the city to play!"

After finishing speaking, he drove the horse to speed up and galloped into the city, picked up two bamboo poles and demolished the stalls on the side road. The two long poles followed the horse's sharp knife and swept to both sides of the street, and the street became a mess in an instant.

Yin Yixiao saw that the crowd on the street started to become chaotic, and became more playful. He stretched out his hand and crushed the two ends of the bamboo pole into thorns.

"Hahaha! It's fun!"

Riding on the horse to the end of the town, Yin Yixiao looked down at the bloody bamboo pole in his hand with a bloodthirsty look on his face, threw away the bamboo pole and took out his sword, rode out of the city, and galloped towards the Central Plains.

"Hmph, old emperor, if you are enough to be an emperor, let me personally send you to the west!"

Having said that, she became more determined in her heart, Yin Yixiao packed her bags, and for a moment there was nothing left in her mind except breaking the emperor's neck with her own hands.

□□The horse ran a little fast, and the speed gradually slowed down, but Yin Yixiao didn't hesitate, waving the whip to speed up, allowing the horse's roar to resound through the night scene.

"Quick! Faster! We're going to the capital soon!"

The horse's buttocks were slapped with blood and flesh, Yin Yixiao still swung the whip like the wind.

"Emperor, I have been hiding from you for 20 years, it's time to avenge my father!"

I don't know if the horse was numb from the pain, but it brought Yin Yixiao to the capital overnight.

When I came to the gate of the city, the sky had just turned white, and the gate had not yet been opened.

The thoughts in Yin Yixiao's mind intensified after a night, he put the horse on the bank of the moat, pulled off the sleeve cloth and just wanted to wrap it around his face, suddenly a sense of death as home came to him.

Throwing away the sleeve cloth, Yin Yixiao drew out his sword and used lightness kung fu, flew along the city wall into the city, stepped on the roof of the house, and reached the top of the palace in less than two hours.

"Old Emperor, I'm coming!"

Yin Yixiao wiped his sword, held the hilt tightly with both hands, jumped down the palace gate and walked inward.

Unexpectedly, they met the imperial guards patrolling and shot arrows at Yin Yixiao.

Yin Yixiao traveled tens of thousands of miles all night, with no loss of energy in his heart, he swung his sword to block the arrows, but he didn't want someone behind him to attack him. Yin Yixiao turned around to block, and was shot seven or eight arrows by the archers in front.

"Damn..."

Yin Yixiao secretly regretted that he should not have been impulsive, let alone assassinate the emperor in the current situation, the group of guards in front of him could chop up his body and separate his body.

Yin Yixiao swung his sword to block a few arrows, gritted his teeth and flew up to the gate of the palace, took a narrow path and escaped.

"Captain, do you want to chase?"

The captain of the imperial guard waved his hand: "It seems that he is just a thief. I think he will not dare to come next time. Take precautions."

Yin Yixiao looked back at the distant palace and sighed secretly, "There is no chance again."

Unexpectedly, he fell down and fell into a temple.

"Hmm... is there anyone there!"

Yin Yixiao fell to the ground, his ankle seemed to be injured.

This shout exhausted Yin Yixiao's last breath of strength, everyone in the temple rushed over to look at it, and by the way called Lu Feixue who was packing his luggage.

Lu Feixue was close to the backyard, and within a few steps, he arrived at the backyard. When he went up, he saw Yin Yixiao, who was paralyzed to the ground with several arrows in his body.

Yin Yixiao didn't expect to see Lu Feixue here, suddenly gained strength, stood up and walked in front of Lu Feixue, put his arms around Lu Feixue's shoulders, leaned over and said, "Help me."

Then he passed out in Lu Feixue's arms.

Looking at the arrows behind Yin Yixiao, Lu Feixue was heartbroken and hurriedly called for someone.

"Get him to my room quickly! Help!"

A group of young monks rushed over to lift Yin Yixiao and walked towards Lu Feixue's room, after placing Yin Yixiao, they walked out one after another.

Lu Feixue stopped a young monk and asked him to find a doctor or get some herbs and send him away, but there was a smaller monk left in the room.

"Brother Lu, come here and I have something to say."

Lu Feixue leaned over and said, "What are you doing?"

"Brother Lu, that arrow...is from the palace."

Lu Feixue was startled, "Don't talk nonsense!"

The little monk said seriously: "It's true! My father is a bird hunter, and the feathers on the tails of the arrows are the feathers on the necks of eagles. My father said that only the arrows in the palace use this kind of feathers."

Lu Feixue stepped forward and blocked the little monk's mouth: "You must not let others know about this, you help me keep it a secret."

The little monk stretched out his hand: "Then lend me that Polygonatum odoratum."

Lu Feixue frowned, "How can this be done, Yin Yixiao is already here, I should return the things to him, what can I do for you."

The little monk said angrily: "If you don't give it to me, I will steal it and hide it, so that you will never find it."

Lu Feixue asked: "What do you see it doing?"

"I won't tell you, but you promise me anyway."

Lu Feixue glanced at him, "Don't mess around, kid, go find your senior brother quickly."

"Hey, you wait!"

Lu Feixue sent the little monk away with a sigh of relief, turned around and sat beside Yin Yixiao, "This arrow needs to be pulled out, and no one should know about it."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold some arrows on Yin Yixiao's body, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, raised his wrist, and pulled out an arrow, with a few traces of flesh and cloth hanging from it.

"...It seems that we should wait until the doctor arrives."

Lu Feixue put away the arrow and stood at the door waiting for the doctor.

After waiting for a while, two monks brought over a female doctor.

"Little master, why is this a woman?"

The female doctor bowed her body and saluted, "Little girl heard that the wounded person was wounded by an arrow. It just so happens that I am the best at treating this wound. Don't worry, my lord."

Lu Feixue stood at the door hesitating, one of the young monks said: "Other doctors refused to come when they heard that it was an arrow wound, only this female doctor volunteered to come here, you can let her try."

Lu Feixue looked at Yin Yixiao, who had been seriously injured by herself for the second time, and had no choice but to move out of the way, "Girl, please come in."

The female doctor walked into the room quickly and opened the medicine box. She took out scissors and cut the fabric on Yin Yixiao's back, revealing several scars.

Lu Feixue looked startled, and subconsciously asked, "What is this scar caused by?"

The doctor's face was calm, "The horsewhip was dipped in salt water and drawn on the silk and satin. The skin underneath was injured without bleeding. The salt water seeped into the swollen skin, and the scar fell off."

Lu Feixue knew she was talkative, but she secretly observed the color of the scar, it seemed to be some years old.

The doctor took out a small saw and cut off the arrow handles one by one and threw them aside, took out kerosene to heat up the knife, melted the wound along the direction of the arrow, took out the arrowhead, and immediately sprinkled powder on it to stop the bleeding.

Lu Feixue, who took out seven or eight arrows to look at them, was terrified, while Yin Yixiao, who was lying on the bed, remained motionless as if he was dead.

Three hours later, the doctor took down the last arrowhead and sprinkled it with medicinal powder, took out a piece of bark, chewed it into pieces, and spit it out on the place where Lu Feixue pulled out the arrow. He helped Yin Yixiao wrap the arrow with a bandage and stood up to wash his hands.

Lu Feixue looked at the doctor and asked in a deep voice, "Is he not dead?"

The doctor glanced at him, "If I hadn't pulled out that arrow, I might have woken up by now."

"What do you mean?"

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