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The few Fentian disciples who had passed by before walked out slowly while talking to each other. Nan Yang and Qing Huan held their breaths and waited for them to pass. They waited for the footsteps to spread down the stairs before they resumed normal breathing and walked towards the end of the corridor on the beam. .

At the end of the corridor was the door of a room, and there were two men guarding the door with knives.Nan Yang pulled Qing Huan to squat on the beam outside the door, just hanging directly above the two people's heads.From where they were squatting, they could just see the situation inside the house through a few cracks.

The room was very spacious, and a row of bead curtains hung in front of the upper seat, which obscured the people behind, but it was not difficult to see that there was a tall man wearing a black hat sitting behind.On the two sides in front of the bead curtain stood a strong man with a knife in Duanxikou and a woman in Miao clothes.

Junqiao, wearing a white jade mask, sat across from them, and behind them stood Wuji, Wugong and Wuming.

From behind the bead curtain came the sound of the teacup lid scraping the rim, and accompanied by the ceramic rubbing sound, came the voice of a calm middle-aged man: "What's the name of this young master?"

Junqiao laughed and said, "I'm just a wanderer with no name."

"Miao Shan," the middle-aged man called out suddenly, "go pour a cup of tea for the guests."

"Yes, master." The woman in Miao clothes took a few steps forward, her face was charming, her movements were coquettish, her pair of red phoenix eyes were full of enchanting charm, her waist twisted and twisted to carry the teapot to pour tea for Junqiao .

Seeing the steaming tea poured from the teapot, Nan Yang squinted her eyes, took Qing Huan's hand, and wrote on her palm: "The tea is different."

Qing Huan frowned, staring inside without blinking.

Junqiao held the teacup and took a sip with his head down, but spit it back into the cup without a trace, put the teacup aside, and said: "I heard that this senior likes to hear interesting things from other people in the rivers and lakes, so I came here , I wonder what the senior wants to hear?"

"It's just some anecdotes and strange things in the world," the middle-aged man chuckled, "Do you know the Gangshan School?"

"I know, there is a sect with strange movements in the Jianghu, and the hands of the people in the sect are not clean. It is said that it is a sect that specializes in fighting for a living." Junqiao was a little strange, but still answered politely.

"Then you've heard that people from the Bingshan faction robbed a tomb in Lingqiushan a few years ago," the middle-aged man took a sip of tea and paused, "It's the tomb of a concubine on the right side of the emperor. It's called Concubine Si's Tomb."

"Sorry, I've never heard of this." Junqiao frowned, becoming more and more confused about what the man was asking.

"Then you should know about Burning Heaven Clan?" The middle-aged man smiled again, his voice was a bit cold, "And the head of Burning Heaven Clan, Wen Jinglei?"

Junqiao tightened his fingers, raised his eyes and gave Wuji a look.

"Then do you know that Wen Jinglei has a daughter named Wen Yuluo?" The middle-aged man's voice became more and more serious, and every word he uttered had an aura of calmness and prestige, and he could not tolerate anyone rejecting his question generally.

Smell the rain.

Wen Yuluo...!

Qing Huan trembled violently when she heard the name. Something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't catch it. She closed her eyes, and a voice kept ringing in her head:

"After the thunderstorm, there must be rain falling, so let's call it Wen Yuluo..."

"A Luo... Do you like this name?"

"When Yuluo grows up, she will be the most beautiful person in the world..."

"A Luo, do you remember where your home is? Who did you follow?"

"A Luo..."

Nan Yang felt Qing Huan's trembling, put his arms around her shoulders, and looked at her worriedly.

A fine layer of sweat covered Qinghuan's forehead, she squinted her eyes and covered her head, no matter how hard she could grasp the broken memories that had passed away, she suddenly felt a deep sense of fear and powerlessness.

"Sorry, senior, I don't know anything about what you said." Jun Qiao's voice was tense.

"That's right... How could anyone else know about these old things..." The middle-aged man sighed.

Miao Shan suddenly said: "Master, this matter has been going on for so many years, and the people sent to look for it have not found any results, so you should give up."

When Junqiao heard Miao Shan's words, he restrained his expression, stood up abruptly, and shouted: "You just heard the thunder!"

Wuji and the three quickly surrounded Junqiao, stood in front of her, and drew their swords out of their sheaths.

"Why, didn't you already know that I am Wen Jinglei?" The middle-aged man sneered, "If not, would you still come here to see me in men's clothes and a mask, Master Shaogu?"

"You knew it was me a long time ago!" Junqiao said inwardly, slamming the table hard, and also drew his sword.

The two disciples at the door broke in and blocked Junqiao's back path.

"Why didn't I know it was you? Not only did I know it was you, but I also knew that your friends were squatting on the beams outside. Since they are all here, why don't you come down and have a cup of tea together?" Wen Jinglei sneered.

Nan Yang's lips were drawn into a line, and he said to Qing Huan: "Your chest injury hasn't healed yet, stay here, don't go down, wait for me to come back."

Qing Huan opened her mouth to say something, but before she could say anything, Nan Yang pulled out Luoshuang, and her white clothes fluttered down.

Qing Huan took out the Feng Yu sword pinned behind her, and was about to follow Nan Yang down, when her confused brain and sudden stabbing pain made her freeze on the beam of the house, she held the Feng Yu sword in her hand, and One hand clutched his chest tightly, and for some reason, his heart, which had been recovering well, suddenly felt a sharp pain.

She tightly closed her eyes and tried to ease the pain in her brain, but it was useless. She tried to open her eyes and looked into the room, only to see Nan Yang in white and Jun Qiao in Tsing Yi fighting with the crowd inside and flying around. Her robes shook her dizzily.

She is still inside, how can she seek stability here.

Biting her lips tightly, Qing Huan forced herself to hold the Phoenix Feather Sword down the beam and entered the house.

For some reason, Junqiao felt as if she was suddenly exhausted from the beating and beating. The blade of her sword hit the ground, and she knelt down straight on the ground. She gritted her teeth and said bitterly, "Impossible...how could I..."

Seeing Qing Huan, Nan Yang frowned, and a few of them came to her side, protecting her tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Didn't I tell you to stay outside!"

"If I told you so, would you obediently watch me take risks outside?" Qing Huan asked back.

Nan Yang stared at her blankly, but didn't speak.

Qinghuan participated in the fight, but Junqiao was soft on the ground, and the situation on both sides was once again chaotic.Qing Huan glanced at Junqiao, and took the time to say: "The tea you drank just now! There is Gu in it, and it entered your body after you touch the rim of the cup!"

Junqiao's consciousness has not been completely lost, but he is just staring at behind the bead curtain.

The only ones fighting with them were the two guards, the man with the knife and Miao Shan.Wen Jinglei was still sitting firmly behind the bead curtain.

Wuji, Wugong and Wuming restrained the guards and Miaoshan, while Nanyang and Qinghuan dealt with the man with the knife.

"Oh, I really don't know what you are still struggling with. You are already trapped animals in a cage. You will die anyway, so it's better to be happy." Miao Shan smiled coquettishly.

The situation on Junqiao's side gradually went downhill. The three of Wuji killed two guards, but they were slowly forced back by the messy Gu poison in Miaoshan's hands. A tiny Gu insect flew to Wuming. On the body, but after a while, the nameless head was inexplicably separated from the body, and flew straight out.

Qing Huan was disgusted by the strong visual impact, she could barely turn her head, saw Nan Yang's light figure up and down, and tried to catch a trace of peace of mind.

Wuji and Wugong were forced to Qinghuan and Nanyang's side, and the situation instantly became four against two.Even so, they didn't get any advantage. The strong swordsman with a knife was very delicate, and he blocked Nan Yang's attacks one by one.

"Miao Shan—" Wen Jinglei suddenly spoke heavily.

The six people were stopped by the sound, Wuji and Wugong stood in front of Nanyang and Qinghuan, staring at Miaoshan and the knife-wielding man nervously and out of breath.There was a moment of silence.

Qing Huan felt as if her head was about to explode, and everything she saw seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-red mist. She was panting heavily, holding the Feng Yu Sword tightly in her hand, and suddenly felt a burst of scorching heat in her nasal cavity, followed by Nosebleeds dripped down the skin and splashed on the light blue clothes, which was very conspicuous.

"Master...you go away...Wuji Wugong and I will help you block it, you go away..." Qing Huan's eyes were red, and it was very difficult to speak.

"Qinghuan!" Nan Yang yelled in a panic, watching her nosebleeds flow more and more helplessly.

Wen Jing let out a thunderous chuckle: "Miao Shan, treat our guests well and don't leave any of them behind."

"Yes, sect master." Miao Shan's extremely beautiful red phoenix eyes raised slightly, but at the moment it was very frightening.

Nan Yang pursed her lips and stared behind the bead curtain.

Qing Huan continued to speak intermittently: "I've heard before...that with the power of the three deities, even Wen Jinglei can't be killed...if he gets involved in a while... none of us...can survive...Master, go away... "

"Enough!" Nan Yang seemed to be angry, and his voice was cold.

"I... the wound has recurred... I can't live anymore, you go... you go..." Qing Huan choked up, clutching her chest tightly with one hand, and pointing at the front while holding the Feng Yu Sword with the other, trembling abnormal.She moved with difficulty and stood in front of Nan Yang.

"As a human teacher, leave your apprentice as a shield for yourself, do you think I will do such a thing!" Nan Yang stared at Qing Huan's hair bun that she didn't know when she let go, and the long bun behind her black hair.

"But you... are not just my master..." Qing Huan smiled wryly, rubbing her nose carelessly, "You are more important than my own life, my life is yours, I should repay your favor..."

Nan Yang only felt the pain in his heart, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, and said word by word: "Do you think that I can live alone if you die?"

"..." A tear overflowed from the corner of Qing Huan's eye, mixed into the blood on her chin.

A thought flashed in Nan Yang's mind, and he suppressed his voice and said to Wuji and Wugong: "Remember to carry your Shaogu master up and run in a while."

Wuji and Wugong looked at each other knowingly, and nodded slightly.

Nan Yang walked through the complex and powerful steps of light work, quickly broke through the circle, shook out the bamboo tube that was put in the cuff earlier, quickly disassembled the bamboo tube, and swung the Gu inside with the wind brought by the cuff. It was too late to guard against Miao Shan and the man with the knife.

Miao Shan saw that little black seed's expression changed, and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

Taking advantage of this rare and precious time, Wuji quickly picked up Junqiao, who was already unconscious, and Wugong also ran to pick up Wuming, whose head and body were separated. He jumped out of the window directly, using all his strength to perform lightness kung fu, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.

Miao Shan looked at the black Gu worms all over the ground with lingering fear, gritted her teeth, and was about to chase after her when she heard a steady voice behind the bead curtain:

"No need to chase, let them go, a few juniors, nothing can be done, we still have things to do."

"Yes, sect master." Miao Shan had no choice but to bow her head respectfully, looking at the black gu on the ground with complicated eyes.