big master, big liar

The footsteps sounded from far to near, chaotic and disorderly, as if a group of people approached one by one and stopped in front of him.

A person walked in front of him and easily pulled off the black cloth from his eyes. Song Xuan didn't hide it any more, just opened his eyes and looked around.

He should be in the back room of some kind of mansion, the place is empty, there are many cobwebs hanging there, a few men dressed in Jianghu blocked the door, but a slender woman stood in front of him.

"Are you awake?" The woman was wearing a purple dress, jade-colored soft boots, and a snow-white veiled hat, looking him up and down through the gauze: "Mr. Song, I've offended you."

A young man jumped up beside him: "When did this person wake up?"

"It's been a while," Song Xuansan said slowly, without any trace of fear on his face: "Don't come here without any problems...Miss Wen."

The silence in the room was terrible for a while, and no one expected that Song Xuan would reveal the identity of the woman in one breath.

The woman was silent for a moment, then took off her veiled hat, revealing her elegant and orchid face: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

Song Xuan laughed silently: "It's just a fluke."

It was indeed a fluke, if it hadn't been for helping Mr. Bao inquiring all of a sudden, even if he wanted to break his head, he would never have thought that the head of the eight sects in Shengjing, the leader of the underground, was actually a woman.

And she is also the biological sister of Jing Zhaoyin Wen Chaoci, the beauty Wen Chaoyan who is notoriously unmarriageable.

Song Xuan really learned a lot this time.

Wen Chaoyan saw that Song Xuan was bound and fell to the ground, but he didn't let him go, and just threw the veil cap casually, with an indescribable quack air in his movements.

The young man next to him happily picked up the veiled cap.

This girl's complexion is usually cold, but her aura is completely different from that of the lady in front of her.

Song Xuan couldn't help looking at her curiously.

Seeing that Song Xuan didn't react violently, Wen Chaoyan waved away the crowd, leaving only the young man and Wen Chaoyan.

Her expression was candid: "Chaoyan never thought that the majestic national teacher is also a person in my way."

A national teacher of a country, who opened his mouth to speak nonsense, is very familiar with dealing with the nine schools and three religions.

"It's easy to say," Song Xuan rubbed against the wall and sat up, still biting a half of a grass stalk in his mouth. "A certain one never thought that such a nice young lady would be the underground bandit leader in Shengjing."

Wen Chaoyan didn't think he was offended, but laughed instead.

Her smile at this time was very different from the one she saw earlier, she showed a few white teeth, her eyes were bent like crescent moons, and the high strands of hair on her head were also swaying, which made her very happy.

Song Xuan couldn't help but look twice more, and said jokingly: "What's the name of that sentence in the book, Qingben beauty..."

"Beauty Qingben, how can I follow a thief?" Wen Chaoyan's voice was cool, but there was a slight smile on his face. "If you follow it, you will follow it. I, Wen Chaoyan, am not only a thief, but also the number one thief in Tianzi. In the future, I will be the ancestor of the thief, the grandma of the thief... so why not?"

"What's the matter? Song Guoshi doesn't know if he has cleaned up his reckless case. Do you want to teach Chaoyan a lesson?"

Song Xuan paused for a moment, then laughed: "How dare, how dare."

The vague discord with Wen Chaoyan before disappeared at this moment.This girl's appearance is her true face.

On the contrary, it is much more vivid than the appearance of the rich lady at the beginning.

Seeing that he really had no intentions, Wen Chaoyan put down the hem of his clothes, pulled the chair and sat down: "To tell you the truth, I didn't intend to detain you. It was the idiots under me who made a mistake, and that's why I offended you."

As he said that, he even gouged out a look at the young man next to him.

Song Xuan wanted to know that with Wen Chaoyan's courage, she would not intentionally kidnap a country's national teacher, it could only be said that it was a coincidence.

But the mistakes in it made him more curious: "Miss Wen originally meant to catch the person who investigated the 'ghost shaving head'? It's just that the girl didn't expect that someone would put herself in danger. With this misunderstanding."

Wen Chaoyan's eyes were neither happy nor angry: "Sir, you are really amazing."

As she spoke, she frowned slightly.

"Since the topic has been opened, I'll just say it straight." With a slight movement of her fingertips, the sword hanging around her waist was unsheathed, and she used the tip of the sword to pick Song Xuan's chin, her eyes were indifferent Mixed with teasing. "Please come back to your great Buddha. I am very worried now, and I really don't know what to do with you."

"Why don't you draw a path for Chao Yan?"

Song Xuan laughed as before, as if the sword hadn't moved under his chin at all: "Young lady kills me, and I will be in big trouble; but if you don't kill me, young lady has to think about it, how can I keep my mouth shut, when Nothing happened."

Seeing him like this, the young man next to him couldn't help frowning: "Do you really think we dare not kill you?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't you dare?"

The young man was about to step forward on impulse, but Wen Chaoyan gave him a glaring look: "Bali, go back."

The young man called Bali shrank back obediently.

Song Xuan looked at it funny, felt a little uncomfortable after being tied up for a long time, moved his body, and said: "Miss Wen, how about this, you and I will make it easier for each other. Tell me the truth about 'ghost shaving your head', I'm here to give you advice."

Wen Chaoyan scanned him back and forth: "What advice can you give me?"

"It depends on what the truth is," Song Xuan smiled slowly.

Wen Chaoyan looked at him indifferently: "Why should I trust you?"

Bali chimed in beside him: "Yes, why?"

"Miss Wen doesn't have to believe me." Song Xuan yawned, with a rather rascal look on his face: "But I have to tell you, this matter has been taken care of by me, the national teacher, from head to toe. If I There is no way to make it easier for you, this Dayao, you will never find another person who can help you—”

When he said this, he really looked like a ruffian on the street.

Wen Chaoyan thought for a moment, then sheathed her sword and glared at Song Xuan: "Just do as you say."

As he spoke, he murmured: "I'm afraid the imperial court has no one left, so why did they find such a national teacher?"

There is really no shadow of the national teacher.

Song Xuan was still smiling there: he would be serious this time, once again empty-handed.