The path of the villain is not easy

Chapter 280
Time flies, but in the blink of an eye, two hours have passed.Changsun Ji, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the silk satin, opened his eyes, a trace of doubt flashed across his face.

Changsun Ji reckoned that it should be ugly time now.The fire in the hall had been extinguished because there was no one to continue the firewood, but sparks were faintly glowing.

For fear of disturbing Changsun Ji, the night guards did not stay in the same room as Changsun Ji, but stayed in the left side room. The side room and the main hall are next to each other and connected by a door. For a while, he came to Changsun Ji's side.

Changsun Ji frowned slightly. Just when he was practicing, he clearly heard a noisy sound coming from outside, but when he opened his eyes, there was no sound again.

Changsun Ji stood up, took a few steps slowly, and reached the door, looking at the dark night outside, silent.

Wang Gang came over from behind, held Changsun Ji's cloak in his hand and covered Changsun Ji's body, and said, "My lord, why don't you rest, it's rainy and cold, you should pay attention to your body."

Changsun Ji reached out and pulled the cloak over his shoulders, put it on his body, turned his back to Wang Gang and said, "It's only midnight, why did you wake up at this time, but I disturbed you?"

"Slaves have short sleep, and only need to sleep for two hours a day is enough." Wang Gang said.

"En. Back..." Before Changsun Ji finished speaking, his complexion changed, and he pulled back with one hand, and blocked the cloak in front of him. Using his internal energy, he swung it hard, and wrapped the cloak into a ball. Hold something inside.

At the same time, the footsteps retreated and retreated into the inner hall.

Just behind Changsun Ji pulling the cloak, Wang Gang also moved, obviously aware of something, and then when Changsun Ji pulled the cloak back, Wang Gang stretched out his hand and shot four or five cold lights in the dark outside the house one after another.

Afterwards, regardless of whether the shot hit the opponent, he stretched out his hand to protect Changsun Ji, while constantly retreating, and shouted: "Come on, the enemy is attacking. Come and protect the young master."

As soon as Wang Gang finished speaking, a black shadow sprang out from the night, heading straight for Changsun Ji.Wang Gang was not timid, and rushed forward to stop the black shadow.

The whole ruined temple was in chaos, because Wang Gang's voice: "Protect the young master", woke up the guard who was sleeping next door.

These personal guards were originally selected from the army as leaders, and they slept in this ruined temple with their armor on their bodies and their swords in their hands.

Hearing that Changsun Ji was attacked, everyone's brains were aroused, the long sword was unsheathed, and rushed out, surrounding Changsun Ji in the middle.

With many personal guards guarding him, Changsun Ji did not panic, and fixed his eyes on the two people who were fighting.

But in a short while, Wang Gang had already fought that person with more than a dozen moves.Looking at Wang Gang who was fighting, Changsun Ji was a little surprised. He knew the details of Wang Gang, even the cultivation method was given by him.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for this Wang Gang not only to improve his internal strength, but also to be very proficient in fighting experience and moves.

Changsun Ji remembered that Wang Gang said that he had an adventure when he came back from sending grain.Changsun Ji nodded, thinking that Wang Gang's adventure might not be too small.

At this time, Wang Gang only fought with that person for twenty or so moves, and he began to show his defeat. Changsun Ji could see clearly that it wasn't that Wang Gang's moves were not good, but that Wang Gang's internal strength was not as strong as that person's.

Afterwards, Changsun Ji looked at the person who was fighting with Wang Gang again, only to see that this person was only 1.5 meters tall and looked like a dwarf.

However, immediately after, Changsun Ji frowned. He felt that the dwarf gave him a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"Light the torch." Changsun Ji ordered to the surrounding guards.

Because when the personal guards rushed over just now, someone was holding two or three torches. Changsun Ji could see the two fighting clearly by the light of the fire, but his face was dimmed and brightened, so he couldn't see clearly.

Hearing Changsun Ji's order, two of Changsun Ji's personal guards surrounded him, took out more than a dozen torches and lit them.

Under the light of the fire, the whole room was much brighter.

Changsun Ji looked intently by the light of the fire, took a closer look, and then said: "Is the person here an old silver-handed senior?"

Hearing Changsun Ji's voice, the dwarf paused, a little distracted, Wang Gang seized the opportunity and slapped the dwarf on the shoulder.

The dwarf was slapped back again and again, taking four or five steps before stopping.

Seeing this, Wang Gang was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.But Changsun Ji stopped him: "Wang Gang, step back."

Hearing Changsun Ji's order, Wang Gang didn't speak, but retreated silently to Changsun Ji's side.

"Who are you? The old man I knew?" Changsun Ji was sure that it was Silver Hand when he heard the same voice as a cat's paw scratching glass.

It's not that Changsun Ji's memory has declined, and he no longer recognizes the person who treated him for the mud palace.It's just that the person in front of him is very different from the silver hand that Changsun Ji saw back then.

Back then, when he saw Yinshou, there were green lights in Yinshou's eyes, and malignant sores on his face with silver hair.But now, all the strands of her hair have turned black, and even the sores on her face are gone.A face became much more handsome.

In the beginning, Changsun Ji didn't come out, until he felt that this person's appearance was a little familiar, and now it seemed that he was somewhat similar to Yinshou's daughter Wanjun.

"Senior Yinshou, do you still remember Changsun Ji in the residence of the Marquis of Liu'an?" Changsun Ji cupped his hands at Yinshou as if he noticed that there was something wrong with Yinshou's eyes.

"I don't know who it is, so it's the young master. How is the mud palace of the young master?" After Changsun Ji said it, Yinshou seemed to remember it.

"I'm sorry for seniors, everything is as seniors expected at the beginning, if there is no adventure, it will not be recovered in less than ten years." Changsun Ji said with a wry smile.

Afterwards, Changsun Ji took a few steps forward, walked out from the protection of his personal guards, and cupped his silver hand and said, "The old man has been having a good time recently. I see that the old man's appearance is much worse than before. Thirty years younger."

"Haha, if possible, I would rather walk around the world with white hair and sores on my face every day."

"Why is this? Senior, please, let's light up a fire to dispel the cold air on our bodies, and speak slowly." Changsun Ji stretched out his hand and said.

"Young Lord, wait a moment." Yinshou said first when he heard Changsun Ji's invitation, then turned and walked into the rain curtain.But soon, he walked in with a drenched woman in his arms.

The woman had a pretty face, lying in the arms of the silver hand, her eyes were tightly closed, and she had obviously passed out.Changsun Ji looked over and saw that this woman was Yin Shou's daughter, the woman who was called "Wan Jun" back then.

(End of this chapter)