Miao Jiangke

Wuzhou, Mo Qishan.

Qiu Yangui's expression froze.

"...it's actually a faction that has splintered off, but it's not certain which."

Yuqian's words resounded in his head.

Fragments of memory were scattered all over the place, and suddenly the evening wind blew a long and thin thread, and a pair of invisible hands in the void connected all of them together.

"Walls have ears, be cautious in your words and deeds, can Yan Gui remember?"

"You have been in the Blood Pavilion for more than ten years, let's go to live a leisurely life."

"Go and investigate the secrets of the past and avenge the Blood Pavilion."

The last words of the Pavilion Master... What exactly do they mean?

Qiu Yangui was stunned for a moment, and his reaction was a bit slower. Wang Shan was sharper than Zhang Qing. Seeing this, he asked hesitantly, "Brother Xiaoqiu?"

Qiu Yangui immediately came back to his senses, took a sip of tea with lowered eyes to cover up his gaffe, and shook his head, "It's okay, I just thought of something, Brother Dashan, go ahead."

"There's nothing to say, just be careful with your words and deeds." Wang Shan waved his hand, "Daqing's family and I live at the south lake mouth of the town. If you are in trouble, you can come here to find the two of us. The neighbors all know each other. Familiar, just tell me the names of the two of you."

"Okay, thank you in advance." Qiu Yangui smiled a little more sincerely.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, you are being polite." Zhang Qing smiled and shook his head.

The three of them chatted for a while in the teahouse. Zhang and Wang gave an overview of the history of Yuzhen. This strange town gradually became clear in the eyes of Qiu Yangui. I really enjoyed it.

It's a pity that he was pretending to be something in his heart, and his uneasiness became more and more intense. When they almost had a good chat, Qiu Yangui found an excuse and left.

There were faint yellow ripples in the sky, and it was already evening.

Qiu Yangui passed through various crowds, but did not return to the B&B immediately, but came to the north of Zhenbei. The crowd of spectators had dispersed, and the shopkeeper and Liu Han were also missing.

Xu Shi had just finished his work, and the originally bustling street seemed a little lonely. He frowned slightly, and sighed softly when he looked back.

When he raised his eyes again, the setting sun was like blood, and the hazy golden color was hidden behind the clouds and mists. He should have turned back, but now it was unnecessary to take a look.

Maybe they couldn't find the "Cloud Swallowing Pavilion", but it was easy to find a child who grew up in the Blood Pavilion, let alone the predecessor of the "Blood Pavilion".

Do not.......

Perhaps it should be called "Silence Pavilion".

"Is the young master a foreigner?" An unfamiliar voice sounded behind him, with a little smile, "I am familiar with this place, and if I can't find my way home, I may be able to help."

Qiu Yangui's indifferent expression suddenly changed, he turned around immediately, his pupils clearly reflected the opponent's face, a scar on his chin extended to his neck, his brows were kind, vaguely the appearance in his memory.

The wooden sign hanging on the other side's waist has deep and shallow nicks, not as smooth as it was back then.

It was as if the violent wind and rain stopped suddenly, and the last ripples of water rippled on the chaotic lake.

"Commander..." The assassin's calm eyes set off turbulent waves, he lowered his eyes subconsciously, the truth was clearly in front of him, but Qiu Yangui didn't want to look at it.

The old people in the past are in front of us, and the past will finally reappear.

"Yangui, long time no see." Complexity flashed in Qinglian's eyes, and a gentle smile soon appeared.

But Qiu Yangui is no longer the child he was back then, so it is natural to see that there is no smile in his eyes.

The surging mood suddenly cooled down, Qiu Yangui's expression returned to calm, and he raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword calmly, "Long time no see."

But for a moment, he hid all his emotions.

Qing Lian was stunned for a moment, with a touch of genuine emotion in his tone, "Yan Gui has grown up."

"You don't have to be like this, the commander. I must be on a mission to find me this time." Qiu Yangui pulled out his sword, and the cold light was reflected in his eyes, which just covered up the flash of solemnity, "Then there is no need to talk about the old days. , In the future, swords and swords will face each other, and there will be no more friendship."

"That's what you taught me, Commander."

It's still the same title, but just as he said, there is no half friendship in his tone.

It seems that the emotions that have been dusty for many years are used in the first "command".

The cold light in the clear eyes flickered slightly, it was a defensive posture, the light smile was suppressed, and after a long silence, he laughed lightly, did not respond to Qiu Yangui's aggressive words without questioning, and only said, "It's not time to draw the sword yet. On the other hand, coming this time is also the intention of the pavilion master, and wants to meet with you."

"Yangui Xu has no memory. It was not Pavilion Master Luo who rescued you back then, but you only remembered Pavilion Master Luo, but you forgot that it was the one who carried you back from the mass grave all the way back then. 'The Pavilion Master."

"I have recognized a thief as my father for so many years, and it is time for you to come back, the wild goose."

Qing Lian's smile was as warm as before, as if looking at a junior returning home, but Qiu Yangui only felt cold all over, and the hand holding the sword hilt trembled slightly, he asked in a low voice, "...you What's the meaning?"

Qing Lian shook his head, but did not respond, "Pavilion Master, please follow me back."

Qiu Yangui knew that if he went alone, it would be very dangerous, so he held the sword and did not move, the image of the young master smiling flashed in his mind.

But in the next second, he suddenly withdrew his saber, and said hoarsely, "Okay."

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Hengcheng.

"Young master, you need to send someone over..." Ying Liu had just started to talk, but was interrupted.

"No need, now that the geese are here, sending people there rashly may scare the snakes." Zuo Qingyue did not hesitate, "Hold the troops."

Ying Liu had a complex expression, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and knelt down on one knee, "Master, you really trust him so much, if..."

If the assassins were a little rebellious and colluded with the remnants of the Silent Pavilion, they were not in Miaojiang now, and they would definitely be in danger.

"Yes, step back." Zuo Qingyue raised his hand to interrupt Ying Liu's words, "Just keep an eye on it for a while, and if the geese are in trouble, immediately support them."

Ying Liu was taken aback, so he had no choice but to bow his head in agreement.

It seems that the young master has made up his mind, this assassin does not know what is special about him, he is so honored.

... Now I just hope that he will not let the young master down.

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Wuzhou, Mo Qishan.

The fishing town is surrounded by mountains and is quiet and deserted. The unremarkable houses are quaint and dilapidated, but they don't want the inside to be as good as the inner houses of the major sects.

In the huge front hall, there was a person with his back facing them, and he was leisurely feeding the fish in the pond.

"Pavilion Master." Qing Lian cupped his hands, then took two steps back without saying a word.

No one spoke first, Qiu Yangui silently examined the "savior", Xuanyi moved slightly in the wind, and an unpredictable sense of mystery lingered around him, as if he didn't even feel that there were two people behind him As if, after feeding the koi without haste, he turned around and said calmly.

"You are Qiu Yangui?"

Qiu Yangui didn't respond, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically, "The pavilion master is my savior?"

The man paused for a moment, then laughed twice, "You are interesting, but it's not appropriate to be so arrogant after entering the territory of my silent pavilion, isn't it?"

Qiu Yangui remained calm, turning a blind eye to the dark guards dormant around him.

"If you have something to say, you may wish to speak directly."

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Be mine!

After the plot is over, the memory is over, and there will be some plots similar to forced (false, because the wild goose returns to the net) captivity... Well, it is more morbid, but don't be afraid, it is not cruel.

In case there is a little confusion and misunderstanding, here is a summary: in the eyes of the young master, forced captivity, in the eyes of the wild goose, the tired bird returns to the forest.

Spoiler alert: The overbearing young master's canary assassin.