Jun Xie Chenxin

Ever since Ahan lost his sense of touch, he has become extremely sensitive and insecure.He wanted to stick close to Qi Yang, but he was afraid that Qi Yang would hate him, so he chose to walk beside Qi Yang, grabbing a small corner of Qi Yang's clothes.

If he was riding a horse, Ahan would hold Qi Yang's waist with both hands. Although he didn't feel any touch in his palms, it made Ahan feel more at ease.

But it is precisely because there is no sense of touch, so Ahan's hand holding Qi Yang's waist is inappropriate.

"Ahan..."

A-Han lowered his head, and responded in a murmur, "Ah... um..."

"Too much effort."

"Yes...I'm sorry..." Ahan quickly let go, and just when he was about to completely let go of Qi Yang's waist, Qi Yang grabbed Ahan with his backhand.

"That's it... just this strength, just right."

Ahan blinked, his face flushed "shua", "Thank you...thank you..."

……

The two had been on the road for three days, and it was getting late. Qi Yang took Ahan to speed along the post road. He said to Ahan, "Try to go to the next town before dark and rest for a night."

Ahan responded.

The sound of horseshoes "thump, thump, thump" is particularly loud and abrupt in this forest.

This post road was originally built to deliver documents between Yicuo Town in front of it and Wei County next door, but since Yicuo Town was merged into another county, this post road was rarely used except for occasional business people to escort goods.

Suddenly, there was a guqin sound from the depths of the dense forest, sometimes deep and sometimes loud, listening carefully to the sound of the qin, there was a trace of killing intent hidden in it, judging from the sound of the qin, the person playing the qin was not far from Qi Yang and the others.

The sound of the zither is moving, and the horse, which was still galloping, slows down, as if sharing the sounds of heaven and Sanskrit with others.

Suddenly, Qi Yang felt a chill behind him, and the sound of breaking wind passed by his ears, and when he looked over, an arrow went straight into the ground, Qi Yang turned over and got off his horse, and then pulled Ahan off.

The horse was frightened, and ran into the dense forest with a long roar.

The sound of the piano continued, coupled with the cold murderous intent of the surrounding area, there was a chilling atmosphere.

Qi Yang took off the sword box on his back and handed it to Ahan, "Don't use this sword unless it is absolutely necessary."

Ahan took the sword box and nodded solemnly.

The gratuitous thing in Qi Yang's hands was full of murderous intent, wanting to see blood.

Five people walked in the forest in front of them, all five of them were wearing black clothes and black masks, with a gilding pattern on the upper left corner of the mask, and if you look closely, there is one word - OK.

No Stay Killer Organization.

Unexpectedly, Fan Meng invited their people.

Qi Yang looked at the five people, one of them used arrows, three of them had swords, and one of them couldn't tell what kind of weapon he was using.

Suddenly, like the wind, the three of them flew to Qi Yang without leaving a trace, and Qi Yang stretched out his hand to push Ahan away.

Ahan was pushed to the ground, looked up, and found that he couldn't see anything, he could only hear the sound of "噗噐咟" which seemed to be the collision of the sword blades in front of him, and this sound was accompanied by white lights.

Several people fought so fast that they couldn't be caught by the naked eye.

Among the five people, the arrow user bent his bow and set an arrow, and shot an arrow towards the white light. With a sound of "shua", the arrow was split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Ahan stood up, and at this time the last of the five came quietly behind Ahan.

Although Qi Yang noticed it, he was dragged by the three and couldn't get away.

"I can't protect myself, and I'm still distracted." The voice was deep and cold, Qi Yang swayed and failed to escape the sword, and his arm was stabbed.

"Tsk..." Qi Yang turned over and took a few steps back, before he could catch his breath, the three of them continued to entangle him.

……

The man behind Ahan reached out to snatch the sword box in his hand.

Just as he was about to grab his hand, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"how is this possible……"

The man raised his eyes, and met a pair of eyes as cold as ice.

This person does not have a weapon, because his lightness skill is superior, and people in the world call him "the spring breeze leaves no trace".

During the fight, except for the masters with profound attainments in martial arts, generally no one will find him.

And the person in front of him, who was clearly not even the slightest bit on guard behind him, was able to strike at the moment when he was about to snatch it...

"how is this possible!"

"What do you want to do." Ahan said, his voice was as cold as his eyes.

Chunfeng pulled out his hand without leaving a trace, and in an instant, Ahan's expression eased again, completely changing his appearance.

"What kind of ghost is it!" Chunfeng glared at A-Han without leaving a trace.

Ahan was stunned for a second, then tilted his head, "Huh?"

Although this expression is just A-Han's pure doubts, but in the eyes of Chun Feng Bu Leu Trace, it is a naked mockery, I saw him rushing towards A-Han, raising the knife in his hand and slashing at A-Han.

The speed was so fast that Ahan couldn't see the person, and thought that the person had disappeared out of thin air, so he stood there and looked around blankly.

Why is this person not responding at all!He was not like this just now!

Chun Feng Bu Leu Trace was puzzled, and just as the knife was about to fall, he felt pain in his abdomen and was kicked to the ground.

He looked up, and saw the face of a strange man. The man's eyes were indifferent, and he was wearing a black veil to cover his face, so he couldn't see his true face.

The sound of the qin in the forest keeps coming, and it has reached its climax.

The sound of killing was no longer concealed, showing his sharpness, as indifferent and ruthless as if he wanted to take the head directly.

Qi Yang also found a breakthrough at the other end. He turned over with one hand on the ground to avoid the flanking attack of the two people, and then received a Feiyan kick, kicking the person who was attacking in front of him several feet away.

Then the flying sword stabbed at the person with the arrow, and the person dodged sideways, "Withdraw!"

The remaining four people looked at each other in dismay, and then "swish" a few times, and the figures disappeared.

……

Qi Yang retracted his sword, threw it into its sheath, walked up to Ahan, looked at it from top to bottom, and asked, "Are you all right? Is there any injury?"

A-Han shook his head and smiled, "No, thanks to the help of this chivalrous man." After finishing speaking, he cupped his fists to thank the man.

Qi Yang looked over, thanked him first, and then took a look at the man. He had a strong figure, cold eyes, and a sword in his left hand.

The man was indifferent, he didn't look at Qi and Yang, turned around and walked towards the dense forest, where the sound of the piano came from.

"Let's go." That's all the man said.

Qi Yang and Ahan looked at each other, and then followed behind.

In the forest, a man in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged on the ground, with a Zhongni-style guqin on his lap, the sound of the piano stopped when Qi and Yang walked up to them.

The man in Tsing Yi looked up at Qi Yang and the two of them.

Just raising their eyes and looking at each other, Qi Yang and Ahan all gasped.

Never seen such a handsome man.

Seeing him, one would think of the white snow under the winter sun, fresh and handsome, with an outstanding temperament.

"Sir, this song is peaceful and peaceful, and the sound of killing and cutting is shocking." A-Han bowed slightly and said.

Qi Yang opened his mouth and looked at Ahan, hesitant to speak.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly, his eyes were clear, like a clear spring in a remote mountain, covered with a layer of snow.

"Qingping Lexia, the building will fall, and the falling of the building is naturally the meaning of killing."

A-Han nodded slightly thoughtfully, "What Mr. said makes sense."

The man in Tsing Yi got up, and the cruel man who helped Qi Yang and A Han just beside him helped the man in Tsing Yi put the guqin into the cloth bag, carried it behind his back, and followed the man in Tsing Yi.

So Qi Yang saw such a scene, a strong and strong young man, with a guqin on his back, a long sword in his hand, and a black veil on his face.

Perhaps for this person, one thought can kill, and one thought can turn into sound.

"It was you who helped the two of us just now. Thank you very much. I don't know your names yet?" Qi Yang looked at them and asked.

"My name is Cang Shu."

When Qi Yang heard this, his heart paused, but there was no reaction on his face.

"The one who helped me just now was my follower." Cang Shu looked at the man beside him, and the man took off his veil, and under the veil, the man's face was even more indifferent.

"My attendant is not very talkative, so I introduced him. His name is Xia Yanzhi."

Qi Yang pursed his lips and smiled, "I care more about your name than your attendant. Cang Shu?"

The man in Tsing Yi nodded and replied, "Yes."