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Xiao Wenle did not go far.

Xiao Wenle walked across the street corner and turned back, hiding outside the Tianxiang Building. As a killer in the Seizing Soul Pavilion, hiding his breath and whereabouts are compulsory courses, let alone as the pavilion owner.

After a short journey, Xiao Wenle has already noticed that there are no less than ten people hiding around the Tianxiang Tower, forming a defensive formation with each other, and their aptitudes are all above average.Can't help but secretly startled at the identity of a handsome man.

Carefully posses himself between the beams on the second and third floors, and tried his best to use his ears to listen.

The conversation was about the handsome man making various promises to Chu Xiangxiang. Chu Xiangxiang was moved and reserved, and the blind man praised the two for being a natural pair and proposed a good day to get married.

Blind man... Xiao Wenle dug his finger into the beam.

Across the distance, the voices of several people were intermittent and unclear, but the words of the blind man seemed like a clear stream in the mountains with the vitality of piercing through the stacked forests. The position is unacceptable."

With a soft "click", Xiao Wenle became vigilant for an instant, decisively discarded the broken wood in his hand, and flew away before the surrounding breath formed a momentum of encirclement.

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The southern outskirts of Licheng are vast and sparsely populated. The terrain is uneven and there are many mountains and hills. It is not suitable for planting, but it is luxuriant with flowers and trees and cool in summer. Therefore, most of them are residences for noble people's health, or rewards from emperors for meritorious officials.

The headquarters of Seizing Soul Pavilion is located here.Carved beams and painted buildings, rockery and flowing water, are just like ordinary dignitaries.

In the study room, Xiao Wenle stared murderously at the materials he bought from the photo studio Qianjin.

The first volume is a picture of beauty like a lotus in clear water.

The beauty with a closed moon and shameful flowers, she is out of the dust and refined, she is Chu Xiangxiang impressively.Mention words in the blank space: There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees.Introduction: slightly.

"King Qianqi——!" Xiao Wenle gritted his teeth, and slapped the table with his palm in anger, and the sandalwood table fell apart crying.

The second volume is about a domineering man with handsome eyebrows.

The introduction is only one sentence: Emperor Xuanming, a great talent, heroic and wise.

Xiao Wenle's heart was turbulent, and he sighed lonely for a long time.No wonder the knights of the rivers and lakes and the princes and talents are not in the eye. It turns out that you have obtained the most noble man in the world.

When the third volume was opened, it turned out to be a very elegant and vulgar man.

Xiao Wenle stared at the eyes that were not covered by the cloth scarf. The man's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were far away, as if they were filled with distant mountains and hazy rainy nights.

The fingertips couldn't help touching the corners of the man's eyes, and the picture of him touching the man's forehead and smiling appeared in his mind, and Xiao Wenle was slightly lost in thought.

Dusk gradually rises, the tired birds return to their nests, and their melodious singing wakes up the dreamer.

Xiao Wenle came back to his senses and looked down with a dark face. After all, the studio wasn't totally cheating him.

"Song Li, a person from outside the customs, has no relatives and friends, and his household registration is unknown. He appeared in the capital of Bei'an five years ago.

In the 12th year of Qiyuan, the eighth prince studied in Ruixiang, met a fortune teller on the road, and got the comment "Golden scales are things in the pool, they can transform into dragons when encountering wind and clouds". At that time, the Taoist priest was Mr. Tianji, who meant to break the secret.

......"

After reading it, Xiao Wenle couldn't help feeling a little surprised. He thought that the blind man was a person trying to catch fame, and he didn't think that there were really strange people and strange things in the world.

After carefully sorting out everything he knew, Xiao Wenle lightly scratched his chin and made a decision.

With power alone, no one can compare with the emperor, but people's hearts cannot be forced by power, especially a strange woman like Chu Xiangxiang.

So, if Song Li can help him predict the future and then seize the opportunity, why not worry about the lack of fate?As for Chu Xiangxiang's fate as a queen, if Song Li really has supernatural powers, he can solve it.

Xiao Wenle cast his eyes on the scroll, this blind man has no intention of fame and fortune, he is not greedy for jewelry and wealth, even if he is blind, he must not be addicted to women, and has few weaknesses.To get his help, you have to spend a little effort.Xiao Wenle's scalp was a little itchy, but he held back and didn't scratch it.

Pressing the blind man's current address with his fingers, Xiao Wenle planned to visit Song's residence at night.

It is night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The master of Seizing Soul Pavilion, dressed in black clothes, climbed up to the roof of the fortune teller with fierce and murderous aura... Peeping.

If you look around, you can see that the courtyard is not big enough to have a panoramic view. The house only has one bedroom and one kitchen, and there is a well behind the kitchen. The lush flowers and plants in the courtyard occupy two-thirds of the land.It looks like an ordinary farmyard, but there is not a single servant.

The blind man is watering the flowers.

The frail young man was dressed in old gray clothes, covered his eyes with gray cloths, held a bucket in his left hand and a ladle in his right, and slowly scooped up water and sprinkled it on the swaying vegetation.Although the action is slow, it is not at all.

The moonlight was shining, and the breeze was blowing, and the thin young man in the gray cloth clothes seemed to be floating like a fairy among the magnificent flowers.

Xiao Wenle watched it for a long time, feeling a little annoyed.

A grain of gravel fell silently on the path of flowers.The blind man stepped on it unprepared, his ankles cracked, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Xiao Wenle was satisfied.

Watching the blind man limping into the house, Xiao Wenle turned to the main door and knocked on the door.

After a while, there was the sound of light and heavy footsteps of a person with disabilities, the mysterious door opened, the young man's face was pale, he bit his lower lip tightly as if suppressing the pain, his blindfolded gray cloth was soaked in sweat, and his voice was weak and hoarse, "The visitor is Pavilion Master Xiao ?”

Xiao Wenle raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Exactly."

The young man was leaning against the door frame and was crumbling, "My legs and feet are in unbearable pain, and now I am exhausted, and I don't know what to do. I am lucky enough to meet the pavilion master, and I hope the pavilion master will help me." Then he stretched out his hands.

Xiao Wenle stared blankly at the man who looked so hurt and wanted to cry for a hug, suspecting that he had knocked on the wrong door.

"I don't know Mr.'s name?" Xiao Wenle's voice was stiff.

"Song Li, the pavilion master...does he dislike his disability?" The young man tried his best to straighten his body, his voice was icy and snowy, like a plum blossom in winter, and it was unconvincing.

"Not yet..." Xiao Wenle hugged the young man by the waist with a cold face, always feeling that something was wrong.

The young man was lighter than he thought, almost like a feather in his arms, he had to wrap his arms tightly to avoid being blown away by the wind.The cool body temperature spread into the chest through the spring thin shirt, and the bloodthirsty tyranny that had been churning in the chest for many years subsided in an instant.

Xiao Wenle stagnated, entered the door with a complex expression, and placed the young man safely on the bedside of the bedroom.

"Three meters to the right of the master of the pavilion, the third cabinet has wound medicine for reducing swelling and silt, and the fourth cabinet has gauze. Please pour me a cup of hot tea first. I'm sorry." The young man sat on the head of the bed limply, The ankle that rests on the edge of the bed is swollen and red.

Xiao Wenle glared at the young man, his eyes were as sharp as an arrow, his fingers were clenched, and his murderous aura surged out, rushing straight at the frail and frail young man.The young man felt cold, sneezed, pulled off the quilt, and asked doubtfully, "Master, where is the tea?"

Xiao Wenle came to the table gloomyly, stared at the teapot with dim eyes, and suddenly smiled. A small pill slipped through his fingers and fell into the teacup.

"Mr. Tianji, the spring is cold, hurry up and drink to warm your body." The young man's voice was slow and warm, but at this time he was sincere and earnest, making people feel comfortable and friendly.

"Thank you." The young man took it gratefully, raised the glass and was about to drink it, his lips barely touched the rim of the cup, and then put it back on the wooden cabinet next to the bed, "It's too hot, Pavilion Master please treat the wound first."

"...Okay." Xiao Wenle stared at the young man and smiled sinisterly.

Xiao Wenle found all the medical gauze in the closet, sat on the side of the bed, thoughtfully took off the youth's shoes and socks, and "accidentally" scratched the wound with his nails.

The young man frowned, his expression forbearing.

The smile on the corners of Xiao Wenle's lips widened, "Mr. Tianji, I'm clumsy. If you don't know how much it hurts you, don't blame me."

The young man smiled weakly, full of trust, "Don't say that! If the pavilion master hadn't kindly helped me, no one would know that Song Li dragged his disabled body into dry bones in this remote courtyard. The master is destined, so the pavilion master will not call me Tianji, this is a false name, listen to the real life, can you call me Brother Song?"

Xiao Wenle was happy to see it succeed, "Brother Song."

The youth rejoiced, "Brother!"

Xiao Wenle glared at him, "..."

Laugh, laugh, you cry.Xiao Wenle sneered and touched the young man's ankle, "It's started, Brother Song."

The young man's calloused left hand firmly grasped the young man's ankle, dragged it to his knee to fix it, uncorked the bottle with his right hand, sprinkled the medicine powder evenly on the red and swollen ankle, then covered it with the palm of his hand, and rubbed it hard...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The young man broke away from the young man's hand with a flick of his legs, and kicked hard on the face of the young man who lowered his head and put on the medicine with a wave of his feet.

The boy was caught off guard by being kicked backwards, and the back of his head hit the bedpost, and he was momentarily dazed.

"My dear brother! Are you okay, dear brother?" The young man realized that something was wrong, and groped around for the boy's direction, his face full of worry and anxiety.

The young man slowly raised his head, like a Shura who crawled out of hell to take his life, and there was a gust of gloomy wind for a while.

Xiao Wenle stared at the person in front of him, pinching again and again, finally closing his red eyes and silently reciting the name of his sweetheart.Chu Xiangxiang, Chu Xiangxiang, Chu Xiangxiang...

The young man blamed himself and worried, "My dear brother, my brother can't see with his eyes. If you offend me just now, don't blame your brother... My brother will serve you tea to apologize. If you dislike my brother's blindness and lameness..." The young man sighed sadly, "You Let's go, from now on, we will never know each other again..."

After forcing himself to calm down, Xiao Wenle opened his eyes, the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to be real, and his mouth was still gentle and elegant, "Brother Song, worry too much." He took the teacup from the young man's hand and drank it.Xiao Wenle didn't want to stay any longer, and immediately got up and said, "It's getting late, brother Song is good to rest, Wenle will visit again the next day."

"Brother!"

Xiao Wenle kept walking and walked even faster.

"My virtuous brother hasn't told you yet, what's the purpose of coming here!"

Xiao Wenle paused, gritted his teeth angrily and waved his palm towards the wall, using his lightness kung fu to leave.

The moonlight lovingly passes through the hole in the wall, gently comforting the wall elves and flowers and plants who are frightened by innocence.

After half a stick of incense, the inner strength of the young man who was rushing on the road suddenly froze. He fell from the roof into a certain family's courtyard, feeling the meridians in his body as if thousands of ants were gnawing at them. In the circle, Xiao Wenle yelled furiously, "Song Li——!!"

Suddenly, a woman screamed in the courtyard, "Ah! Come on! The thief is caught!!"

Candles were lit up in the neighbor's house one after another, the door of the nearest room was rushed open, the petite woman raised a broom made of bamboo strips and swung it all over the sky, and the owner of the Seizing Soul Pavilion ran away with his head in his arms...

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come on hurt each other