Biganchun

The moon is hidden and the stars are gone, and the sky is covered by thick clouds.The night seemed endless.

The wind has stopped, and there is thick fog between the sky and the earth, making it suffocatingly boring.

The corridors and courtyards go back and forth, and Zhan Zhao walks through them with Qingcheng.The two of them didn't use lightness kung fu, they just walked between the lanes unhurriedly like two ordinary palace guards.Wherever he passed, he did not encounter other patrolling guards, just as Qingcheng had calculated in advance.

After stepping through the last gate of the courtyard, you can suddenly see the towering tower standing in front of you, looming in the flickering lights.There are no guards at the gate, but the courtyard is full of solemnity and secrecy, which makes people fear in life.

Qingcheng paused for a moment, and Zhan Zhao, who was originally behind her, had jumped in front of her.

Zhan Zhao whispered, and Wuhua appeared in Zhanlu's scabbard in his hand: "I'll go first."

"No need!" She didn't appreciate it, her figure was erratic, and she had already rushed to the gate of Chongxiao Tower in an instant.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk"

Qingcheng stretched out her hand and tapped the Zhumen lightly, and the seven knocks were of different lengths. They were exactly the access code of Chongxiaolou that she had learned from her usual late night spying.

There was a sound of footsteps inside the door, and a figure was slowly reflected on the window paper, asking in a low voice, "Who is it?"

There was a moment of silence inside and outside, Zhan Zhao was on guard, his heartbeat was still steady, but his blood was quietly rushing through his whole body.

The door squeaked open.

A palace guard in green clothes leaned out from the door: "It's so late, who is it..."

Before he finished speaking, a flying needle flew out of Qingcheng's sleeve, hitting the palace eunuch's throat.Before he could utter an exclamation, he fell to the ground and died.

Zhan Zhao knew that this trip was extremely dangerous, but he didn't expect that Qing Cheng would be fatal as soon as he made a move, and he didn't leave any room for it.While he was terrified, Qingcheng had already plunged into the towering tower, flicked out his left hand, a silver needle flashed, and another guard guard fell to the ground.

Qingcheng's figure hadn't come to a complete stop when she felt a numbness in her left shoulder.She looked back in horror, but saw that Zhan Zhao had already leaned forward, pinched her Jianjing acupoint, and shouted in a low voice: "They are all irrelevant people, why do you kill innocent people so indiscriminately?"

Qingcheng frowned, and was about to distinguish, but saw that Zhan Zhao's face was full of anger.At this time, the two were in the enemy's formation, they would never be quarreling, they changed their minds, and could only reply in a low voice: "Forget me for being reckless. I will definitely not do it again."

Zhan Zhao sighed, let go of Qing Cheng's shoulder, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person walking upstairs.The lamps and candles on the side of the wall reflected on his face, it was Director Yang who he had seen through the wall that night.

Zhan Zhao knew that this person could not only walk in the Chongxiao Tower, but also be in charge of Xue Yuyu's news delivery, so he must be the confidant of the King of Xiangyang.Seeing him appearing at this moment, he was overjoyed. Just as he was about to jump up, he saw a flash of light beside him.

Zhan Zhao has seen Director Yang's figure and footwork, and knows that his martial arts are ordinary. When he saw the silkworm's movement like lightning, his strength was a bit stronger than when he was fighting Qingcheng that day. With Director Yang's ability, There is absolutely no way to avoid this blow.In desperation, he whispered to Qingcheng: "Leave him alive!"

While speaking, the sky silk had wrapped around Manager Yang's throat.Qingcheng's arm trembled, and Director Yang was dragged by the sky silk. Amidst the miserable cry, he fell straight down the stairs and rolled to the feet of Zhan Zhao and Qingcheng.

Zhan Zhao opened his right arm, grabbed Qing Cheng's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Don't kill him."

However, Qingcheng broke away from Zhan Zhao with a throw of her hand, and said coldly, "I have my own measure." When she saw this Director Yang, her words and attitude were no longer gentle, and she seemed to have changed back to when she first met Zhan Zhao.

Director Yang just heard the sound from downstairs, so he went downstairs to check.Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, something was bound tightly around the neck, and the whole person was also pulled down the stairs, falling dizzy and almost suffocating.Hearing the voice in front of him, he felt that the restraint in his throat was slightly loosened, so he struggled to get up, slumped on the ground, and opened his eyes.

Qingcheng's eyes were fixed on Manager Yang, and fire seemed to burst out of his eyes, but his voice was extremely slow and soft: "I haven't seen you for 12 years. I can't imagine that you, a humble slave, have not changed at all!"

Director Yang forced his eyes open and stared at Qingcheng for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed "Ah", his eyes were filled with terror, and he tremblingly said: "...you are...it's you!..."

Immediately shaking his head desperately, he said, "No... no... you... you're already dead..."

Qingcheng sneered and said, "That's right, the bones of Ganzhou have long been wiped out, no wonder you don't recognize me anymore!"

Mr. Yang was dripping with cold sweat. After a long while, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he hissed: "Your eyes... I know... you are Su..." Suddenly there was an uh, and he couldn't continue.It turned out that the sky silk was suddenly tightened by Qingcheng, and the neck had been strangled with deep bloodstains.

Qingcheng said coldly: "Since you know who I am, you naturally also know why I came here. Where is that thing now?"

Manager Yang croaked, "I don't know... I don't know what you're talking about..."

Qingcheng sneered and said, "Okay, I'll help you think about it."

Flipping the wrist, the two back-to-the-sky needles were shining brightly, and flew straight to Manager Yang's eyes.In Zhan Zhao's desperation, Zhan Lu came out of the sheath quickly, with all his strength, the Huitian Needle was forced to deflect, and with two hissing sounds, it shot straight into the wall behind Manager Yang.

Although Manager Yang had escaped the danger of losing his eyes, he was so horrified that he lost his mind and body.

Qingcheng ignored Zhan Zhao, and slowly said to Director Yang: "Do you remember now?"

Director Yang tremblingly said, "It's... upstairs..."

The sky silk in Qingcheng's hands trembled, Manager Yang turned over and fell, knelt and crawled on the ground, his limbs twitched endlessly.

Qingcheng's voice came from behind my ears, and the chill hit my heart: "Lead the way. If you want to play tricks, you won't be as lucky as you were just now."

Manager Yang snorted a few times and slowly climbed up the stairs using both hands and feet.Qingcheng and Zhan Zhao followed behind him, walking upstairs step by step.

The second floor was empty.Two wide desks are clinically placed, surrounded by rows of agarwood bookcases, full of books.From the first day of junior high school, it looks no different from the usual library.

Manager Yang climbed to one side of the bookcase, supported the cabinet body, stood up tremblingly, and pushed his palm on an ancient book on the third floor of the bookcase, and the bookcase moved away creakingly, revealing a secret room inside .

Qingcheng and Zhan Zhao glanced at each other, thinking in their hearts, this secret room in the Sky Tower is really secret, if an outsider knows that there is a mechanism in the bookcase, they don't know which volume among the thousands of volumes is the one that activates it The secret key of the agency.

Qingcheng and Zhan Zhao followed Manager Yang into the secret room.I saw that the secret room is quite spacious, the surrounding lights are dim, there are still many bookcases, and the old files are laid out.Crimson stickers are pasted on the cabinets, marking the year of recording.

Director Yang staggered to the last row of bookcases, and the red sign on the cabinet vaguely read "Tiansheng Six Years".Standing on tiptoe, he leaned over to take a brocade box from the top floor, held it in his arms, wiped off a layer of dust on the box cover, sighed, and brought it to Qingcheng.

Qingcheng glanced at Manager Yang coldly, took the brocade box, and whispered to Zhan Zhao, "Look at him."

Zhan Zhao nodded and warned in a low voice, "Be careful that there are traps in the box."

Qingcheng turned around and walked to the middle of the secret room, and put the brocade box on the ground.Walking two steps away, the silk from the sky in the sleeve popped out suddenly, binding the top cover of the brocade box, with a little effort, the brocade box opened with a snap, and there was a piece of pale yellow parchment lying quietly inside, but nothing unusual was found.

Qingcheng stepped forward, picked up the parchment in the brocade box, and unfolded it in her palm.Zhan Zhao could only vaguely see that the parchment was full of old folds, with landscapes and terrains painted on it, and there seemed to be some faint bloodstains.

Qingcheng glanced at it, then reached into her arms, and took out something, which turned out to be a piece of old parchment with the same texture.Her palms trembled slightly, and she put the two pieces of parchment together and looked at them carefully.For a moment, her temples were drooping, her eyebrows were bleak, she was speechless for a long time, and she seemed to be insane.

The candlelight in the secret room was dim, and there was silence.Zhan Zhao was worried in his heart, and called out softly.Qingcheng raised her head slowly, her eyelashes were filled with tears, and there was nothing to say about the sadness in her heart.

Zhan Zhao said in a low voice, "I've already found what you want, but mine still needs some effort."

Qingcheng nodded silently.

Zhan Zhao turned to look at Director Yang, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are the documents exchanged between King Xiangyang and Dang Xiang now?"

Director Yang was dripping with cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice, "I...I'll give it to you".

He stretched out his hand to grope in the case files beside him, but suddenly he tilted his body, took advantage of the situation and pushed in the dark part of the bookcase, and suddenly shot a burst of short arrows from the hidden compartments between the cabinets around the secret room.

Arrows were like a shower of arrows, about to splash on Zhan Zhao's body in an instant, but suddenly the rays of light poured down——

Zhan Lu unsheathed, chanting continuously, although the rain of arrows was in a hurry, it spread all around in an instant, and all fell down.Zhan Zhao leaped forward, stabbing straight at Director Yang without stopping.

But at this moment, there was only a loud shock in the secret room, and a thick copper net fell from the sky in the middle of the secret room.Qing Chengben was inspecting the sheepskin blueprint in his hand, and suddenly sensed the mechanism, and dodged hastily, but the copper net was moving even faster, and fell to the ground with a "dang", the rings snapped together, and formed a small cage. Cover Qingcheng's entire body in it.Zhan Zhao was startled, turned around and took a step back, but it was too late to rescue him.

Suddenly, the lights inside and outside the secret room were brightly lit, and sixteen crossbowmen entered in a single file, all of them aiming at Qingcheng inside the copper net.

Amid long laughter, Xiangyang King Zhao Jue walked slowly into the secret room while supporting Run Fu's arm.

The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, their eyes were cold and sharp, and they lingered on Qingcheng for a long time, examining her calmness and anxiety.

On the crossbow, the arrowheads shine with starlight, and the light shines with ice and cold, sealing the deep hatred of the past, and the love of the front.

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