Sir, this sword is a keepsake

"What is he doing? Is he sick?"

Nangong Fuyun suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, opened the curtain, and looked at the closed casement.There was no one there.

She hadn't fallen asleep, and wanted to eavesdrop on something, but she didn't expect Shen Fang and Zhuang Li to be more cautious than she thought, or to be wary of her.

Did the howling of wolves just now make Zhuang Li think of something to go out so recklessly?She walked slowly to the window, arms crossed.

"This one is called Zhuang Li, but he is actually quite close to Shen Fang...wait a minute," she suddenly laughed, "Why should I use 'also'."

Nangong Fuyun stood defenselessly behind the window, quite curious about what Zhuang Li was looking at furtively after standing by this person for so long.

She suspected that Zhuang Li knew much more about the white mist than he had told Shen Fang and herself.

Could it be that Zhuang Li is related to the people from Beihuang?The corner of Nangong Fuyun's mouth twitched slightly, as if she had just thought of something unpleasant.

She has always disliked the barbaric people from the northern wilderness.

Impulsive, savage, fist always in front of the head - maybe this can explain why they dared to drive straight, all the way south to Lanzhou.

With a low snort, she raised her hand to touch the edge of the window.The sound of doors and windows being pushed open sounded at the same time, and it was Shen Fang who had returned.

"Where's Zhuang Liren?"

Nangong Fuyun didn't have time to answer him in the future, when she faintly heard a whoosh from far to near.She only saw a white arrow coming through the fog, and the next moment, a sharp blade was stuck in her chest!

She let out a soft cry, staggered back a few steps, and immediately grabbed the cabinet beside her to stabilize her figure.

"A person from Wuxianglou?" Although Shen Fang had always been wary of Nangong Fuyun, and even planned to use her as a bait to attract Nangong Lingyun, but seeing her seriously injured, he couldn't help expressing his concern and embarrassment. worry.

He stepped forward to see clearly the location of the wound, and was speechless for a moment to comfort him—with this kind of injury, he was almost certain to die.

However, although Nangong Fuyun's complexion was pale, her eyes remained calm.She stared at the sharp blade on her chest, as if sensing Shen Fang's pitiful gaze, raised her eyes and smiled faintly at Shen Fang.

In an instant, Shen Fang was about to draw his sword - could it be a bitter trick?

Sensing the sudden change in Shen Fang's complexion, Nangong Fuyun hurriedly said: "Oh, I can't die, I frightened you." She sneered, "It's a pity, it wasn't someone from Wuxianglou who did it, otherwise how would Mr. Shen be?" It's not about cutting off the head and using it as a stool for Nangong Lingyun."

After speaking, she let go of the hand covering the bottom of the sharp knife.

There was indeed a sharp blade there, with a white feather at the end.However, except for the blood-stained skirt around the murder weapon, it was as clean as ever.

A self-deprecating expression flashed across Shen Fang's face, and then he returned to normal, "It seems that I was worrying too much again."

"You won't blame me for not telling you from the beginning, but I really want to see your reaction." Nangong Fuyun said with a childish expression, "Not bad, at least when you think I'm going to die , not indifferent."

Shen Fang thought of a very strong self-defense armor he had heard in the past. It was said that it had been lost for many years.

"Is it Yu Linglong?"

"Good insight, it is indeed the breastplate Yu Linglong worn by Princess Xiliang." Nangong Fuyun stood up, looked at Shen Fang leisurely, let the sharp blade stand on her chest, and did not rush to take it off.

But Shen Fang's gaze passed through her and landed on the window.

At this time, the fog seemed to be a lot thinner, and he could vaguely see the thin moonlight penetrating through, drawing strands of silver edges.

"What happened just now, why did Zhuang Li go out?"

Nangong Fuyun chuckled again, "Aren't you worried that I killed him and hid him somewhere here?"

"You're not capable of killing him. And he's not as defenseless against you as you think."

He seemed to have thought of something, with a half smile but not a smile on his face, with a bit of chill.

"Do you have something to say?" Nangong Fuyun asked.

"I know you have something to do with the coachman's death."

"Isn't it very obvious that the people from Wuxianglou hunted me down and implicated that poor man—"

"No, Miss Nangong," Shen Fang interrupted her, and said slowly, "I know you poisoned him, you killed him."

Silence spread in the room, facing Shen Fang's scrutiny, Nanwu Gong Fuyun felt a weight on her body.

She looked the same, but her throat began to dry out.Finally, she grinned, "Can you tell me your reason?"

"Such a small wound, Zhuang Li and I spent a lot of time searching it up close, why did you expect it at all?"

"Don't forget, I hid in the carriage and waited for you, and stayed with the corpse for a while. Besides, I am also familiar with Wuxianglou's method of killing people."

"You picked up the coachman who had been dead for a long time in the dark carriage, and found the wound of stamina with your extraordinary eyesight." Shen Fang nodded expressionlessly, "Well, it can barely be explained, so let's take it as an excuse." You misunderstood the girl."

Such a perfunctory answer made Nangong Fuyun startled, she bit her lip, and acted as if nothing had happened, "Did you hear howling wolves?"

"There are wolves howling, but not necessarily wolves."

Nangong Fuyun rolled her eyes, "You also think it's an illusion?"

"How much do you know about illusion?" Shen Fang asked without answering.

"Many years ago, there were traces of masters with illusion skills in Southern Xinjiang, Beihuang, and Xiliang, but it is not clear whether it is the same group of people or their respective origins. However, in the years I have lived, I have never met I have been to a real master of illusion."

"Are you asking this, is it because you want to get some secrets about Mr. Zhuang from me?" Nangong Lingyun smiled, "Just now, he really slipped out when he heard the howling of wolves."

Shen Fang pondered for a moment, "Apart from some basic agility and lightness skills, what else do you know? Do you have any weapons you are good at?"

Nangong Fuyun was startled, not understanding what Shen Fang meant, and shook her head.

"Can you use a sword?"

"Slightly."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Fang took a sword from his back and stuffed it into her arms without rejection.

"Huanxue sword, plus the jade exquisiteness on your body, should be able to save your life. I think you have other talents. Don't let me down. Don't die in the hands of someone other than your brother."

"I just borrowed it from you temporarily." Shen Fang emphasized, "I borrowed it, understand?"

Nangong Fuyun laughed, and looked at the ancient sword in her hand strangely, "Are you going to find him in this dense fog?"

Shen Fang didn't answer her, closed the window and went out without looking back.She was alone in the room again.

"It's really reckless." She murmured to herself in a low voice: "When it's night and fog, if you listen to my advice, maybe you can save yourself from suffering."

Nangong Fuyun drew out the sword, and looked at the neat cut, "Sure enough, the blade is broken, otherwise, this sword can at least make a very good deal, and balance the relationship with those people in the chaotic situation."

Her voice gradually changed, each word became heavier and each word became hoarse.If someone nearby was listening, they would definitely be terrified at this moment, breaking out in a cold sweat!

"However, even if it is a broken blade, it is still worth a lot."

"A fierce sword is more attractive to some strange buyers than ordinary swords..."

By the time of the last sentence, her timbre was that of a young man!

She carefully gestured the blade of the sword, not without appreciation. At the same time, the other hand grabbed the sharp blade on her chest, pulled it out almost without using any sharp tools, and threw it on the ground.

"Tsk, it still hurts a bit." She felt the bruises on the surface of her skin, and while feeling emotional, she took off the green silk that was close to her body, revealing her strong and slender upper body.The surface of the chest and abdomen is tightly covered with a layer of armor as thin as rice paper and as white as jade.The surface of the armor is as smooth as a mirror, without any blemishes.

This Yu Linglong, who is invulnerable to fire and water, seems to be tailor-made for her. It fits and slims her body. Even if she only wears a thin layer of silk, her outline cannot be seen.

When she first got this Yu Linglong, she didn't expect it to fit so well: Yu Linglong's former owner, the princess of Xiliang who had a tragic end, was probably given this Yu Linglong before she really became a woman—— That's good, save the effort of re-forging.

Immediately afterwards, she turned the faded green silk inside out, revealing a matte pure black color, and casually put it on, exposing a large area of ​​skin below the neck.Dressed in messy black clothes, she has a rather unruly demeanor.

She raised her hand to take off the hairpin, fixed her long hair high behind her head, flipped it a few times skillfully, grasped and grasped it, and fixed the hairpin through the bun behind her head.

After finishing all this, she held the Huangxue sword in one hand, and put the other hand on her face. She rubbed her temples on both sides with her thumb and middle finger respectively. The tightness adjustment and the change of expression are no longer the same as before.

He looked in the mirror and looked at the all-too-familiar domineering heroic appearance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

……

Shen released Qiyun Tower, although he was not sure whether Nangong Fuyun understood his idea of ​​using her as bait to catch Nangong Lingyun, but at least he didn't have to worry about Nangong Fuyun's safety for the time being.

The person in Wuxianglou is very likely to be related to the death of the elder brother. Even if the sword manual in Nangong Lingyun's hand is fake, he will not break this clue.

He groped to the corner of the wall, squatting along the wall all the way.He noticed that the night fog had changed at some point and became thicker and uneven.What he saw outside the window was nothing but a thinned fog area.

After walking fruitlessly in the fog for a while, he noticed that the fog along the river was the thickest, while the fog at high places occasionally flowed, so he climbed along the wall and up to the roof.

The wolves howled endlessly just now, as if a pack of wolves were moving in the depths of the fog, but he walked this section of the road, but everything was completely silent, so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat and the sound of the river flowing not far away.The howling of wolves was like some kind of signal, and Zhuang Li responded to this signal.