Chun Feng Du Jian

After the two finished washing, they went out to join Fan Yang.Poor Chief Escort Fan was disturbed by Wen Heng's few words and had a nightmare all night. When he saw them walking out of a room side by side in the morning, he was frightened again. He couldn't even taste the delicious meat buns. He just wanted to hurry Get over this matter and stay as far away from the two of them as possible.

After dinner, the three of them discussed what to do tonight. It is not difficult to sneak into the palace, but where to find the sword is difficult. The Forbidden Palace covers an area of ​​thousands of acres and there are countless houses. The pure Jun sword is probably hidden deeper If you don't know the exact location, you will bump around like headless chickens when you go in.

When Xue Qinglan searched for the whereabouts of the Chunjun Sword for Wen Heng, he got the clue that "the Chunjun Sword is in the hands of the inner guard" from a retired thief.It's a pity that at that time he was only focused on confirming whether it was Chun Junjian, and didn't pay attention to asking about the situation in the palace. After thinking about it for a while, he had no idea, and couldn't help sighing: "If I had known today, I should have caught that thief in advance and let him do it for us. A guide, so I don’t have to think about breaking my head here.”

Wen Heng's words stirred his thoughts, and suddenly he said, "Exactly, you reminded me, why should we bother, just find a guide to lead the way?"

Fan Yang was speechless: "Master, you are joking again. It is a serious crime to break into the Forbidden Palace without permission. How can there be a guide who is willing to sacrifice his life for us?"

Wen Heng laughed and said, "It's up to him whether he wants to or not." Then he asked the two of them to come over and talk about it in detail.

Rao Fan Yang and Xue Qinglan knew that Wen Heng was always resourceful and resourceful. After hearing his plan, they couldn't help feeling unbelievable.

Xue Qinglan poured a cup of tea for him with her own hands, and asked, "Brother Heng, to be honest, did you count as where you are today when you were in Xingcheng?"

"The fortune-tellers under the overpass are not so good." Wen Heng took the tea, "It's pure luck, it just happened. If you two weren't there, I would definitely not dare to do this risky move by myself."

This plan may seem outlandish at first glance, but after careful consideration, it is indeed a simple and effective method, but ordinary people can't easily think of it, and they don't know how Wen Heng's brain grows. He seems to be a mature and prudent person. Unexpectedly, the sword is so slanted.

Fan Yang couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Young master, since he was a child, he has never lost to anyone when it comes to using his brain. Even if I live another 30 years, I may not be so smart - it can be seen that God always creates people unfairly."

Xue Qinglan laughed when he heard this, Wen Heng nodded at him, and pretended to be angry: "Still laughing? A guardian of the Hanging Star Sect and a head of the Luming Escort Bureau are crying about injustice in front of me who has no family and no job. Who is this trying to piss off? Someone else would beat you two out earlier." Seeing that Fan Yang was also laughing, Wen Hengfu sighed, shook his head and said: "Stupid people have stupid blessings. It's good after all."

After finishing speaking, the three of them laughed loudly at the same time, and it took a long time to stop.The plan has been decided, and now they will split up and prepare for entering the palace tonight.

Because of something on their minds, the day passed quickly, and when it was late at night, the three of them changed into black clothes and black scarves, quietly slipped out of the inn window, took a shortcut and went straight to the palace.Wen Heng and Fan Yang knew the way, went around to the west side of the Forbidden Palace, climbed over the wall, and sneaked along the roof.Although the guards of the Forbidden Army below were patrolling vigilantly, but the three of them moved swiftly, coming and going like the wind, and covered by the night, they went all the way into the depths of the Forbidden Palace, but no one noticed.

The west part of the palace garden is divided into two places. The front is the Longevity Palace and the Great Buddha Hall where the Empress Dowager lived, and the ice cellar and inner study hall are behind it.Neishutang is the place where Donei collects books, and there are countless martial arts secrets collected by the imperial court throughout the ages. Because of its special nature, it needs special guards, so it is also the residence of Donei masters.At this moment, the main hall of the inner study hall is completely dark, and the verandas on both sides are also completely dark, except for a dim candlelight shining through the window paper.

In the room, Master Ninth was writing a book at his desk, when there was a sudden "boom" sound outside the window, as if something had dropped, Master Ninth paused for a moment, looked up vigilantly, only to hear another "click" outside , This time it was the sound of a branch breaking.

He put down his pen in doubt, walked over to open the window, but saw that the night outside was dark and empty. At this moment when he was in a daze, a piece of white silk suddenly descended from the top of his head, and when it wrapped around his neck, it tightened suddenly. A huge force directly dragged him from the window to the roof.

It would be difficult for anyone to be hit suddenly by this blow and be short of breath if they were strangled. Master Ninth reacted quickly, and immediately took out the short dagger hidden in his waist and swung it above his head, intending to cut off the white silk. Try to save yourself.Unexpectedly, it wasn't just one person who attacked him. When he started, someone grabbed his wrist from the side and removed the dagger with a small grappling technique. Another man in black skillfully held him down, and forced him to open his jaw. Swallowed a finger-sized pill.

As soon as the pill entered the throat, it turned into a fishy and bitter medicinal liquid, within a few breaths, the nine masters felt that the dantian was empty, and the internal energy was dissipated by the medicine. At the same time, the sling around his neck was gradually loosened, and it was loosened skillfully, allowing him to recover his breathing step by step, without suddenly being choked by the air and making a coughing sound to attract nearby guards.

Master Ninth barely saw the three masked men around him through the dim moonlight.He was lying on his back on the roof of the wing house, the group of people not only gave him poison/drugs for transforming gong, but also carefully ordered several key points on him, making him completely immobile.One of the three lowered his voice and said, "I need to ask Sir for help, so I have to make a bad move. If Sir wants to survive, please cooperate with us honestly."

Master Ninth breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his voice, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and asked with his mouth: "Is it you?"

Poor Wen Heng had no plans to leave no stone unturned, but even if he was beaten to death, Master Ninth would recognize him. He froze in place, and asked the people next to him in disbelief: "What kind of memory is this? Did he really recognize him, or did he lie to me?" Woolen cloth?"

Fan Yang let out a long "uh".

Only Xue Qinglan replied coolly from the side: "Just like some people have a very bad memory and don't recognize people by their faces, some people are born with a very good memory and can recognize people they have seen just by their voices. Strange."

Wen Heng: "..."

Fortunately, Fan Yang remembered what they were here for, and hurriedly said: "Now is not the time to talk about this, a big living person is here, can you two stop just chatting and leaving others alone?"

Master Nine: "..."

"You are the only one in the inner study hall?" Wen Heng finally remembered the business, and asked very politely, "Is it convenient to talk?"

Lord Ninth is currently under the control of others, and the other party has fought against him. He is very aware of Wen Heng's methods, and wants to see what the hell these people are doing, so he nodded slightly, expressing his willingness to cooperate.Wen Heng and Fan Yang grabbed him by the shoulders, jumped down from the roof, and entered the room through the open window. Xue Qinglan was behind. After confirming that the house was safe, he turned back and covered the window tightly.

Fan Yang brought a chair, Wen Heng unlocked the acupoints on Master Nine's body, made him sit on the chair, and said, "Don't worry, Sir, I don't intend to hurt anyone, I just want to ask you to do one thing."

Lord Ninth was strangled by Bai Ling, and asked hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

Wen Heng said politely: "I heard that the precious Chunjun sword of the Chunjun Sect is hidden in the palace, can you ask your lord to fetch it for me?"

The Ninth Master was puzzled: "You want the Pure Jun Sword, if you have the ability to steal it yourself, why arrest me?"

Wen Heng said: "It is precisely because I don't know where the Chunjun sword is, so I deliberately took a detour to come to Mr. Labor to show me where the sword is hidden."

"Are you crazy?" Master Ninth coughed out of his surprise, "You escaped from Xingcheng once, and you really think you are omnipotent? The imperial palace is the residence of the emperor, and the inner school hall is even more confidential. If the inner guards are here, you are throwing yourself into a trap, and none of you will live!"

"The day before yesterday was a fluke, and today is also a fluke." Wen Heng said unhurriedly, "Who knows that it is such a coincidence that the other adults just happened to be absent tonight."

Master Ninth's eyes suddenly turned deep, and there was even a slight trace of fear hidden: "Is this what you planned early in the morning?"

Wen Heng smiled but didn't answer, as if acquiescing to his conjecture.

Master Ninth pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Since you are already the heir of Kunlun Buxu Palace, what do you need Chunjun Sword for?"

Wen Heng was stunned when he asked, and said instead: "What is the relationship between Chunjun Sword and Buxu Palace?"

A look of surprise flashed across the face of the Ninth Master: "You don't know?"

Wen Heng subconsciously glanced at Xue Qinglan and shook his head.Master Ninth became more and more unbelievable: "Since you don't know what the Chunjun sword is for, and you don't know its origin, why do you go to the palace to steal it?"

Wen Heng thought for a while, and replied concisely: "It was entrusted by others."

Master Ninth asked, "Who?"

Wen Heng didn't want to be led by the nose, and said: "My lord has too many questions. I'm here to get the Chunjun sword. It doesn't matter what it is for. You just need to tell me where the sword is."

Master Ninth sneered and said, "You don't really think that I will help you? Trespassing the palace and stealing imperial belongings are heinous crimes, not to mention you and I have old grievances first, why should I not want to listen to your orders?"

Xue Qinglan folded her arms by her side, couldn't stand it anymore, and said coldly: "He discussed with you kindly, and if he agreed earlier, you will suffer less. Don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine."

It can be seen from Xingcheng that Master Ninth is a ruthless and perverse person. This kind of person prefers softness to toughness, so he was so provoked by Xue Qinglan that he even refused to buy it: "I said earlier that I am not afraid of death. You don't have to waste your tongue, you don't need to say a toast or fine wine, just give me a knife directly. I don't think it will take long before we can meet again in Huangquan and cross the bridge of Naihe together."

Xue Qinglan twirled the dagger handed over from him, and showed a rare smile: "Why should I kill you? When a person dies, everything is empty. What's the point? It's better to let you live and suffer." He pressed a bit of cold light on Master Ninth's forehead, and said softly: "The medicine you took will not only dissipate your internal energy, but also suppress pain. Even if I chop off your hands and feet on the spot, you will still be awake—" Don't worry, my medical skills are very good, and I won't let you bleed to death."

The cold light came down from his forehead, touched the corners of his eyes, throat, and heart, and finally fell on his weak wrists. The cold and sharp thin blade scraped a small piece of skin back and forth, and might cut off his muscles and bones at any time.

For a conceited person like Master Ninth, humiliation is ten thousand times more terrifying than death.

Under Xue Qinglan's gaze, he felt a little cold behind his back: "Tonight is your only chance, if you miss the opportunity, you will never see Chun Junjian again in the rest of your life."

Xue Qinglan didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you can't get the Chunjun sword tonight. Don't you have several masters? Ask one by one, and there will always be someone who is knowledgeable. But you are so ignorant, I don't care. Don't want Chun Junjian, I have to find a way to take you out and teach you slowly, and you will be obedient if you are stupid." He thought for a while and added, "But I don't want you to give in too quickly, that way It's very boring, the more staunch people live the longer, you'd better hold on for a few more days."

Fan Yang got goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, and yanked Wen Heng's sleeve, telling him to go up and stop him.Wen Heng stood by the side watching the play calmly, watching Xue Qinglan go crazy with a fresh mind.

The Xue Hufa he saw at the Sword Discussion Conference was gloomy and surly. Although he fought with the Chunjun faction, he still restrained his madness in front of many people, but now Xue Qinglan seems to have backing and confidence , unscrupulously peeled off that layer of harmless painted skin on his body, revealing the true face of the Dharma Protector belonging to the Hanging Star Sect.

Master Ninth finally met a lunatic who was even more insane than himself. He was completely different from Wen Heng and Fan Yang. To Xue Qinglan, killing people was something more common than routine, and he had even lost the excitement that he should have. He didn't mind it at all. Make the scene bloodier and more brutal.

"Bluffer," Master Ninth gritted his molars, and shot at the two people behind him with lightning-like eyes, "You don't take Chun Junjian seriously, what about the person who came with you?"

Xue Qinglan didn't even look back, without looking at anyone, she leaned over and approached him, and said softly, "Why don't I dare?"

"Didn't you ask him why he went to such lengths to steal a broken sword? I can tell you now."

"Yes, for, for, me."