The chapter of Bo Yuntian of the Central Plains Escort Bureau

Several flames sprang up from the night, spreading in all directions in an instant, and the flames were as bright as candles.

The place where the fire started was a small shop on the mountain road outside Kaifeng City.The flames soared into the sky, and if one was not careful, the fire would spread to the mountains and forests.

"Get up, uncle, put out the fire!"

Regardless of the smoke in her eyes, the woman in Tsing Yi supported the innkeeper who had fainted, and jumped out of the fire.

After a while, she was already outside the scene of fire, but it was the shadow of swords and swords that attracted five or six big men in black clothes.

She raised her sword and asked coldly, "Tie Yiwei?"

The person in the lead said: "Yuan Xiaodie, don't even think about escaping your lord's pursuit. If you want to see Zhao Yanling, go to another world and see you!" After saying that, he shook his steel wrist and swung the long knife in his hand, slashing towards her body. .

Yuan Xiaodie snorted coldly, the man's long sword moved, she had already swung the sword to attack like lightning, the Nine Remnant Sword weaved several sword shadows in mid-air, and went straight to the blade.

She has already seen the flaws in the human saber technique.

"Unfortunately not necessarily!"

In the voice, a sword fell, but seeing the blood splatter, it was the sword that the knife maker instinctively raised one arm to resist Xiaodie, and cut off a section immediately.But he didn't die, he just passed out.

Xiaodie turned her body slightly, and seemed to turn non-turningly: "If it's going to die, don't you hurry up?!"

"Girl, spare your life!" It's a pity that the mob rushed to the ground and fled.

Xiaodie put away her long sword and sighed palely: "Fortunately."

Fortunately, the visitor is just an ordinary character, and I can barely handle it; fortunately, the news that my skill has only recovered [-]% has not been detected by Tie Yiwei, so I can take the upper hand in the situation; fortunately, no one can detect it. After that sword strike, she was exhausted, and she no longer had enough strength to kill the enemy.

She thought to herself: "Since taking the shortcut to go north, Tieyiwei has been chasing me more and more closely. Does this prove that Yanling and the others have severely damaged Tieyiwei's strength, making them eager to seek me as a What's the deal?"

This thought just passed by, but I just felt an unprecedented murderous aura rushing towards my back, and then——

She suddenly fell to her knees, almost unable to move.

She knew very well that the coming person was full of murderous intentions, which she had only seen in her life, and she decided that she would never have the chance to adjust the breath to restore it to its original state, so she just adjusted her breath to cheer up her spirits, and said: "Dare to ask..."

"... makes the sky worry!"

Xiaodie was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether the visitor was answering someone else's question besides her, but suddenly felt a familiar sword energy floating over, which made her body and mind relax half a bit, numb His body can also move slightly.

A familiar voice came from behind him.

"I didn't expect that the well-known Qisha Daoist would be willing to become a running dog of Tie Yiwei and do some unreasonable things!"

Hearing Ouyang Wudi's voice, Xiaodie immediately pulled out all her inner strength and turned to look at each other. Under the light of the fire, the two figures stood upright, both holding swords, and both were domineering, as if the scorching air had been cut into pieces. In two halves, surrounded by two people.

The brown-robed swordsman's nose is hooked like an eagle's, and his eyes are sunken, forming an incomparably cold face with murderous intent. He is called the "Seven Killing Daoist" and he sees that the only one who stops him is a frivolous expression between his brows The young man couldn't help feeling ecstasy under his anger, but he still asked indifferently on the surface: "What a strong internal force, please report it."

The person behind Xiaodie smiled proudly: "Heh, Ouyang Wudi is the third sword in the world. My favorite thing is to join in the fun. The fire is so hot here, so 'hot' and so 'noisy', so I naturally want to come See what's going on!"

Ouyang Wudi struck first, slashing at Ling Tianchou's eyebrows with a backhand sword, luring him to show his weakness.Although this sword is aimed directly between the eyebrows, the sword covers the opponent's facial features, which is difficult for ordinary people to deal with.

I see.Ling Tianchou was slightly startled, turned over and dodged his straight stab, and drew out the long sword with a "whoosh", but was blocked by Ouyang Wudi. He was surprised by the opponent's quick reaction, and the second sword He has already stabbed at Ouyang Wudi with the momentum of rushing to the thunder.

So fast.Daoist Qisha's Thunderbolt sword is famous for its thunderous speed and strength. Although Ouyang Wudi has been prepared for a long time, once he fights, he still realizes that he underestimates the opponent.

With a sound of "buzz", an extremely heavy pressure pierced Ouyang Wudi's arm through the reverse sword. Ouyang Wudi was shocked, his elbow was sore, but it was difficult to receive the next sword.

"Danger!" Xiaodie stared wide-eyed at the sword piercing towards Ouyang Wudi's vital point but was powerless, the wind of the sword was still piercing - when the tip of the sword was about to touch Ouyang Wudi's lapel, there was a sudden sound of flute and sobbing Coming in a sad mood, Tianchou was stunned for a moment, the sound of the flute actually reminded him of the suffering, grief and indignation in the past.

The sound of the flute became more and more desolate, causing Tianchou to stare blankly into the distance. It took a long time before he noticed that there was a man playing the flute standing in front of Ouyang Wudi. His clothes were black, and the flute was also black.The man's expression is serious, obviously he has used more than [-]% of his power to contend with himself.

"Hey," the black-clothed man stopped his flute and said loudly, "The Daoist Seven Killers is famous in the martial arts world. It's too unfair to cruelly attack these two young people!"

It was only then that Ling Tianchou suddenly came to his senses, and his heart was shocked——

"'Shenxiao Wanli'! Could it be that you are Yun..."

"Shen Xiao Wanli?"

Ouyang Wudi was also shocked, Shenxiao Wanli, ten years ago with only one bamboo flute, he used the skill of "soul sound flute" to defeat three seniors who used to lead the martial arts on the top of Huashan Mountain, and once became famous. At that time, almost everyone who set foot in martial arts was known to everyone, but later they retired for unknown reasons.He had heard about this from his master before, but now——Ouyang Wudi saw that the man in black squinted his eyes, as if he had no intention of intervening, but when he saw his eyes open and closed, his eyes were light, but pierced like a soft sword. People's hearts know that he must be a first-class master in the martial arts.

"Where, it's just a person who hates Xiaodie who knows Xiaodie, loves Xiaodie but hates Xiaodie!" The man didn't let Ling Tianchou reveal his name, but smiled slightly, "I and this girl Xiaodie and this The friend still has some connections, how about it? Can your lord let me take care of this business?"

The meddling words reminded Ouyang Wudi of Sima Wuqing, and he couldn't help feeling that his thoughts were a bit ridiculous. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and he had the illusion that the person in front of him resembled Sima Wuqing.

"Hate Xiao Ke?"

Xiaodie seemed to have heard the name Hate Xiao Ke somewhere, but she couldn't remember for a while, it was the one Yan Ling had mentioned to her.

Ling Tianchou raised his sword and took two steps back. He knew that if he fought alone, he could easily take the life of Xiao Ke, but it was Ouyang Wudi and Yuan Xiaodie who made him troublesome.If two sword-wielding men help to restrain him, and let the hater play the flute music that affects his internal strength from a distance, even the most powerful swordsman in the world may find it difficult to find a way to deal with it.

Hate Xiaoke went to Xiaodie and knelt down on one knee: "Miss, can you stand up?"

Yuan Xiaodie nodded, closed her eyes, stood up staggeringly with her sword in hand, although she was barely standing, she didn't fall down again.

Ling Tianchou saw this, snapped his sword with a "xie" sound and left.

"He just left?" Xiaodie was slightly startled.

"yes……"

Hate Xiao Ke said: "Even if Ling Tianchou lives in an extraordinary way, he won't be able to get through this friend's invincible reverse sword, the girl's Nine Remnant Sword, and my flute at the same time—hey, where are you going?"

He just asked lightly, but it seemed that he suddenly stopped Ouyang Wudi's footsteps.

"Naturally, I'm going to find Daoist Qisha," he said almost without thinking, "Let's see what kind of fun we can have."

Xiaodie suddenly asked: "Chief Ouyang, Yanling and the others..."

"Walking along Jinan Road, you should be near the Shunde station."

Ouyang Wudi just stared at the floating clouds in the sky, his expression seemed to be watching a play that had nothing to do with him, his black eyes seemed to be smiling, the dark figure flashed, and instantly melted into the darkness.

Xiaodie looked at the disappearing figure suspiciously, and suddenly remembered that there was someone missing beside him for some reason, and beside her ear, there was a faint sigh of Hate Xiaoke.

Zhao Yanling and Sima Wuqing were also watching the scattered flames.

They came a step late, and among the four major disciples, Ma Zhao and Zhang Yiping were lying on the ground, their faces were purple-black, and they had no breath of life, but the strange thing was that they didn't have any scars on their bodies.

Yan Ling felt uncomfortable, she was just happy to see Sima Wuqing safe and sound, only a moment later, seeing such a miserable situation, she felt unspeakable grief and self-blame.

She squatted down gently, stretched out her hand to close the eyelids of the two, and asked Mengjiao with a trembling voice: "Why did this happen? It's all my fault... You shouldn't have chased them out."

Mengjiao said sadly: "It's not your fault, I'm also responsible... I obviously saw the two senior brothers passing by, but I didn't pay attention to catch up."

Ye Zhenyu also said: "And me, Miss Mengjiao and I repelled the two men in black just now, thinking that the crisis was resolved, but saw the two bodyguards walking outside in dismay, we thought we were going to change The on-duty shift is over, but soon after, I heard screams."

Jiang Xiong asked Huang Long and Tie Cheng: "Did you find anything unusual while staying here?"

"There is a voice!" Huang Long said angrily, "Before the juniors screamed, Junior Brother Tiecheng and I both heard the voice of the woman shouting for grievances, but the voice seemed far away and we couldn't tell where it was."

Mengjiao's face turned pale: "It won't be haunted."

"will not!"

A decisive and resolute voice came from behind Yan Ling, Yan Ling turned around, and saw that Sima Wuqing remained calm as usual, carefully inspecting the injuries of the two bodyguards when everyone was shaken.

Sima Wuqing showed her some ochre-colored powder from the dead man's mouth and nose.

"The cause of death was poisoning." Sima Wuqing judged, "But this poisonous powder is highly poisonous, but the opponent must be defenseless before it can be sprayed into the mouth and nose. The two bodyguards are experienced, and I am afraid that the opponent used some means."

Yan Ling noticed that Hutu was touching his nose, thoughtful.

Cai Hanying said: "Mengjiao and Brother Ye once saw their dull expressions, could it be that they have already revealed their flaws?"

Sima Wuqing said: "I was once under the poison of Yun Sanniang, and I was also insane at the time. Could it be that Yun Sanniang did it again?... Wait!"

He suddenly raised his hand to signal everyone to silence, and sure enough, there was a strange female voice, echoing intermittently in the night, the voice was inaudible, only the words "Death" and "Blood Book" could be barely heard.

Mengjiao raised her sword and shouted: "What kind of skill is it to pretend to be a tortoise in the dark, come and compete with my aunt if you have the guts!"

Hu Tu said "ah": "Oh, Hu Tu seems to remember that there was indeed a life-killing ghost in the underworld. The life-killing ghost was ugly, but anyone who was called by his name would die."

Hanying said: "Hutu, didn't you say it all, this is not the work of ghosts."

But Jiang Xiong seemed to be reminded: "That's right, it's not a murderer, but a murderer. I've heard that there are indeed some evil stories in the Jianghu. One of them is that a murderer can use a unique His internal strength makes people lose their minds and let others slaughter them."

Hutu smiled and said, "Oh, sure enough, Jiang Escort is very powerful. Maybe, the one who came this time is the one who took his life."

Huang Long said sadly: "If it's really so powerful, wouldn't anyone with normal ears be tricked?"

Jiang Xiong said: "That's not necessarily the case. Usually the effect of evil kung fu depends on the level of internal strength of the enemy and us. Brother Ma and Brother Zhang's internal strength is not deep and they are negligent in guarding against it. This is why people have an opportunity. But now we Here, Miss San and Sima Xiashi have the most profound skills, so that person only shouted from a distance, not daring to strike lightly."

Sima said ruthlessly: "Jiang Escort is right, but if the other party resorts to means to consume our internal strength and make a surprise attack, it is also possible, so we must not relax."

Cai Hanying said gratefully: "Thank you, brother Sima, for reminding me."

Yan Ling also secretly glanced at Sima Wuqing gratefully, only to find that he was also looking at her, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she hastily avoided her eyes.

Afterwards, everyone buried Ma and Zhang generously, Jane set up spiritual candles and memorial tablets, and passed the obituary to Yang Yunyi, and Sima Wuqing was also sincerely invited by Cai Hanying, and traveled with the bodyguard team for a while.

Then, one day after moving into the Shunde mansion, Sima Wuqing wanted to leave to act alone, Cai Hanying remained calm and "ordered" Yanling to give her away as a token of gratitude as her brother-in-law.

In a not-so-bustling corner of the market, the sound of the footsteps of the two scattered on the stone-paved road was extraordinarily crisp and harmonious.Yan Ling looked at the figure walking in front of her, the faint light shone on his cloth clothes, and a chic and upright air poured out, Yan Ling couldn't see his expression at the moment, but felt that his steps were still the same proudly.

"Sima Wuqing!"

Yan Ling still called his name, Sima turned back ruthlessly.

"You..." Yanling asked, "Where are you going next?"

Sima said ruthlessly: "Go and investigate the actions of the murderer and the disappearance of Yun Sanniang." He paused after speaking, "By the way, let's find out where Ouyang's friend will go to join in the fun..."

Yan Ling seemed not surprised by such an answer: "Don't worry, that guy will be fine."

"That's right, friend Ouyang hasn't gone away these days, but he's deliberately avoiding me," Sima Wuqing said, "I really have a lot to say to him."

Yan Ling didn't want to say that she wanted to keep him, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

Sima ruthlessly stared at her delicate and stubborn face, and smiled helplessly: "Do you still remember the time we went to investigate the Tang family together two years ago?"

Yan Ling subconsciously nodded, but with a thought in her heart, thinking of his leaving without saying goodbye after that, she rushed forward with an inexplicable temper, and refused to admit it: "Who, who still remembers, I forgot."

Sima Wuqing did not criticize, and said seriously: "From now on, it will be the same as that time, you can tell us the truth, and we can just divide the troops into two groups, okay?"

"I..." Yanling didn't know whether to say yes or no, when Sima ruthlessly brought up the past, her thoughts seemed to fly back to the past.

Two years ago in the mysterious Xiaosheng incident, she knew his identity. Although she was angry and suspicious, she was quickly impressed by his courage and sword skills, and finally "reluctantly" became friends with him.During those days, she met him several times in the old place, and every time she turned her head to see him, she felt a sense of surprise, recalling it now, Yan Ling's heart is still warm.

Naturally, she would often think of another friend who had run errands for her many times and delivered letters for her.

"... I don't know if the Hate Xiao Ke who has been away from Jinling City for a long time is doing well now..."

Yan Ling gently flipped through her thin thoughts, and suddenly seemed to be responding to her, a wisp of flute sounded through the air, as relaxed and joyful as a stream flowing through a stone stream. pin.

I do not know when there was a person standing in front of him, and he let out a big sigh: "Oh, thanks to the fact that I came here from a long way to visit some people, some people were actually delayed on the road for a long time, letting me Going out to look around, not even having a few sips of good wine, how heartless and ungrateful!"

The standing man in black squinted his eyes and smiled, holding a flute in his hand. It was the person Yan Ling was thinking of just now.

"It's you!"

The surprise in Yan Ling and Sima Wuqing's hearts can be imagined.

Hate Xiaoke clapped his hands and laughed: "It's not just me. Miss Yanling, there is another person, you must really want to see!"