Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

Duan Yunyang did not return home after leaving the store, and hired a messenger at the post station along the way to report safety on his behalf, and then went all the way to the vicinity of the moat on the outskirts of the city.

Checking left and right to make sure there was no one around, he groped carefully along the city wall not far from the river until he found a bulge at the corner of the wall and pressed it down hard.

There was a slight vibration from the ground under his feet, and then the masonry shifted, revealing a long and narrow corridor.Duan Yunyang walked in along the stairs, turned down the side brackets, and the floor tiles behind him suddenly closed tightly.

At this time, if someone was observing in situ, they would be amazed at his disappearance out of thin air.

This is also a unique way to enter the interior of Xuanxiao Pavilion. Since Li Zhu took charge of the Xuanshu Division, he has devoted himself to enhancing the flexibility of the distribution of Xuanxiao Pavilion's strongholds, combining building repairs with puppet techniques. The specific location and the entrances and exits all over the major cities in the mainland can be changed according to the needs.

For example, right now, with the relocation of the headquarters to the vicinity of Langjing, the entrance of the passage has also been moved outside the city.

"This kid... is really generous."

Duan Yunyang glanced over the many fluorites embedded in a linear shape on the wall, and while Duan Yunyang was shocked, he couldn't help but slander a few words inwardly.

There is definitely something wrong with the length of the underground candle, but the raw material of fluorite is scarce and expensive, and the number of a channel is a huge expenditure, let alone the number is constantly increasing...

Deep doubts could not help but arise in my heart. Xuanxiao Pavilion takes defending the world as its mission. Although the quotation for each task is high, it is not to an unreasonable level. It is impossible to afford such an astonishing expense.

So where do other sources of income come from?

While he was in doubt, he had already unknowingly arrived in front of the main altar gate.

Pressing the mechanism wheel/disk next to the door in sequence, the heavy iron door slowly opened a gap, he stepped in, thought for a moment, and did not go directly to the Qiongwu Hall, but turned and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion.

There are some things that he needs to figure out.

Although the identity information of members of the Xuanxiao Pavilion is a mystery, except for their titles, they are kept secret from others, but there will be special personnel to record their experiences when they join the cabinet, and the scrolls will be stored in the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion, and the killer "Shadow Snake" will specialize It is under guard and cannot be viewed unless permitted by special edict.

Of course, Duan Yunyang did not have a special order in his hand, but he still walked to the door of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in a leisurely manner, and smiled at the slender masked girl sitting in front of him: "Sister Ke, long time no see, Are you all right?"

This woman is the "Shadow Snake", but seeing her fair complexion, exquisite figure, a pair of light-colored wonderful eyes on the black veil, the pupils are narrower than ordinary people, and she looks like a civet from a distance.

Seeing Duan Yunyang approaching, she snorted lightly, and no longer covered up, she raised her hand and took off her veil, revealing a jade-like nose and red lips: "Don't come here, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, this time again Do you want to do something good behind Tian Wu's back?"

Duan Yunyang smiled but said nothing, with a sly look in his eyes.

Everyone in Xuanxiao Pavilion knew that Li Zhu, Bi Fang and Shadow Snake had a close relationship, but they did not expect that all three of them belonged to Duke Pingchang of Qi State.

Duan Yunyang is the only son of the father-in-law, so there is no need to say much; before "Li Zhu" Pei Shu entered the cabinet, he was the most proud student of the puppet master in the Pingchang Army; The decline was due to Pingchang's kindness and charity to adopt her, so she grew up with Duan Yunyang since she was a child, and her friendship is particularly deep.

Although Duan Yunyang was older and younger than Ling Ke, but she had a stubborn and fiery temper, and she insisted on being her sister. He never cared much about such things, so he simply granted her wish, and usually half laughed and half Seriously, call her "Sister Ke".

"Sister Ke still understands me," Duan Yunyang smiled casually, "It's true that I didn't get approval to come here this time, but it doesn't conflict with the purpose of the mission. The left and right are still to check Zhuyin's files."

"Didn't Tian Wu already extract the necessary information for you? I have never seen you care so much about others before."

Ling Ke said disapprovingly, but his actions were much more sincere. He turned around and opened the door of the Sutra Pavilion for Duan Yunyang, and said softly, "I'll give you half an hour, and you won't wait if it's overdue. If something goes wrong, don't expect me to give you a hand." You are perfunctory!"

"So, my brother is being polite."

Duan Yunyang nodded to Ling Ke contentedly, walked into the pavilion, and carefully closed the door behind him.

Ling Ke spoke lightly, but he was well aware of Xuanxiao Pavilion's strict rules, if someone found out about his infiltration this time, both of them would inevitably suffer some flesh and blood.

Xin Dao said that time is precious, so he didn't waste any time, and quickly rummaged through the bookshelf.

Before Zhuyin disappeared, he was the top assassin in the pavilion. His file would naturally be placed in a more obvious place in the Lingwu Department. Duan Yunyang found the target without much effort, and raised his hand to take down the tightly wrapped scroll, layer by layer. Untie the tight ropes.

This scroll records concisely, but it narrates Zhuyin's life and past events one by one.

He turned out to be the son of Su Yutang, the former prime minister of the Liang Kingdom. Later, he was sentenced to the death penalty for implicating the three clans because Su Xiang offended the late emperor. However, he was rescued by "Pangu" in the Xuanxiao Pavilion and survived. .

There are very few ink marks on the scroll, and each word is deeply struck into the bottom of Duan Yunyang's heart, touching the secret sourness.

If the description is correct, Zhuyin... faced the tragedy of family ruin when he was young.At such a carefree age, he has to face unimaginable pains for ordinary people, and after that he has to take up arms and walk the rivers and lakes.

Everyone knows that he licks blood with his sword and is decisive in killing, but who has really approached the not-so-broad back under his robe, and listened attentively to his unspeakable heavy burden?

Clenching his fingers unconsciously, he pulled out one of the papers unconsciously, and it fluttered to the ground.

Duan Yunyang just woke up like a dream, picked up the paper, and saw that what he was holding in his hand was an ink portrait, and when he saw the facial features of the person in the painting, he couldn't help being struck by lightning for a moment, and stood still, Can't move.

Her eyebrows are far away, her eyes are black and moist, her nose is like a jade pillar, her lips are like cherry blossoms, her black hair flows down the back of her slender neck, her silhouette is exquisite, her whole body is of great demeanor——

It's not Wubi, but who is it? !

There seemed to be a heavy hammer hitting his chest, and the intense palpitations made his eyes go black for a while, and he almost staggered and sat down in an instant.

After finally standing still, he was gasping for breath, with constant buzzing in his ears, and his consciousness was erratic, as if he was in a dream.

The teeth sank into his lips and bit down fiercely. The intense pain stimulated Duan Yunyang to wake up a little bit. He stared at the person in the painting without blinking for a moment, with an expression of resentment, surprise, and inexplicable ecstasy.

"Wubi...Su Xun...I really underestimated you..."

Duan Yunyang closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid that person has seen through his identity early in the morning, and he is the only one who is self-righteous in the dark.

Little did he know, facing his own overreaching actions, how did he feel in his heart?

And why all the martial arts are lost, and the fireworks are lost?

Moreover, I actually... in front of him, confessed all my secret thoughts about "Zhu Yin"...

"hateful……"

Suspicious hot flashes gradually appeared on his cheeks, Duan Yunyang involuntarily covered his eyes, tried his best to restrain his emotions, so as not to let himself sob out loud.

The indescribable embarrassment almost made him lose his mind. At this moment, all he could think of was that person's beautiful face, as well as intentional or unintentional touching, teasing, caressing, kissing...

In an instant, a hot stream rushed straight to the end of his nose, and he hurriedly suppressed it with luck, which made the hot and boiling blood calm down.

Forcing his attention back to the picture, he barely concentrated and finally noticed something was wrong.

Although the Xuan Xiao Pavilion will record the member information, it will never include the portrait. This portrait was clearly put in by someone later.

Furthermore, when he stared carefully, although the person in the painting had the same face as Su Xun, his demeanor was very different.

Su Xun has always looked calm and gentle like jade, but the person in the painting has a hint of evil in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. Although there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, the smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes. His eyes are especially alluring, as if he can taste some extreme longing And sex, hunting and burning in the darkness.

The picture scroll is clean and white as a whole, but the edges are obviously yellowed and wrinkled, as if it has been rubbed many times.There is a light red imprint in the lower right corner of the picture. Duan Yunyang looked at it carefully for a while before he realized that it seemed to be a lotus flower engraved on a seal, but the material was not ink pad, and the flower body was dark brown, which could be interpreted as old. Bloodstains are more appropriate...

However, all these are full of strangeness, why did the painter abandon the inkpad and cover it with blood; the strokes are clearly very familiar with Su Xun, but the grasp of the expression is completely off; what is the reason for repeatedly rubbing the portrait; and that The shape of the lotus flower seems to be familiar...

After pondering for a long time, there was no result, and when the time for staying was up, he couldn't delay any more, so he wrapped the scroll and put it back to its original place.

Ling Ke had already been waiting outside, and when he saw him walk out with the door behind him, he asked with a smile, "How is it? Is there any result to what you were wondering about?"

Duan Yunyang nodded, then shook his head dejectedly.Ling Ke was very puzzled by his weird reaction, but he waved his hand to stop her inquiry, took a step forward, and whispered something in her ear in a forced voice.

After finishing speaking, Ling Ke's expression also changed from relaxed to serious, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "It's big or small at this time, I hope the truth is not what you and I think. When I meet Pei Shu in the future, I will know the truth." Ask him carefully."

"Be more careful in what you do... Xuanxiao Pavilion, I'm afraid it's hard to say it's monolithic."

Duan Yunyang gave a few more simple instructions, then turned and left.

Ling Ke looked at his back in front of the Sutra Pavilion, put on her veil again, her expression was still cold and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until the man's figure disappeared at the end of the passage that she reached out to touch her ear, only to see that the man had just approached the whisper, and a faint red had spread inadvertently.

There was no one in the corridor, Duan Yunyang walked aimlessly, his mind was chaotic and restless.

Originally, it was just to be sure of Su Xun's identity, but he didn't want to bring up so many troubles... Similarly, he should have explained the progress of the mission to Tianwu one by one, but he resisted it for no reason in his heart, so he couldn't help but turned the direction and talked with Qiongwu. The main hall runs in opposite directions.

On weekdays, the cabinet members perform their duties, and the passage is often empty. He is about to return along the way, but there is a faint voice in his ears——

It seemed to be the voice of a conversation, although the volume was extremely low, it still could not escape his keen insight.

He inexplicably had some kind of ominous premonition, but couldn't hold back his curiosity, and still sneaked away following the source of the sound.After a while, he groped his way to the door of an ear room in the side hall.

There are two people in the room who are having a secret conversation, and they are all figures from the pavilion in terms of attire, other than that, everything seems to be normal.

Duan Yunyang couldn't help laughing at himself for a while, and was about to leave quietly, but his eyes suddenly fell on a slightly open wooden box behind the two of them——

That was a whole box of gold!

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