White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎Escape from Xiyu Terrace◎

In the chaotic situation, Xue Muhua seized the opportunity to sneak attack, pierced Yang Qingyuan's collarbone with a sword, pushed him two or three steps before drawing out the sharp blade, smiled darkly, and said to him: "You can't go anywhere tonight , I can only wash my sword with blood!" and stabbed him a second time.

Yang Qingyuan endured the pain of the wound, and swung his sword to resist. Seeing that the second sword could not succeed, Xue Muhua backed away and handed it over to his disciples. He glanced at Wu Yan from the side of his eyes, and then came up with a trick, and went straight to Wu Yan's back. After stabbing, Wu Yan only felt pain in his body, but he didn't realize that the sneak attack from behind was approaching.

Yang Qingyuan turned his head, rushed over, hugged Wu Yan, was stabbed in the back of the waist, received a sword for Wu Yan, then bent down, Wu Yan was in unbearable pain, but still wanted to support his body, caring for him. He said, "How are you?" He felt that his hands were wet, but when he looked at them, he saw that they were all red.

Yang Qingyuan mocked himself weakly: "My brother and I are destined for this... He was stabbed twice by others, and so was I..." Before finishing speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed, watching his blood flow like water dripping to the ground.

Wu Yan held him tightly and shouted: "Hold on! You can't die!"

Xue Muhua ordered: "Kill them both!"

A disciple hesitated and said: "Master, he is the young head of the Murong family..."

Xue Muhua smiled sinisterly: "What are you afraid of! When the time comes, just say to the outside world that 'Young Master Murong committed suicide because he was guilty of Yang Qing's death on Yangui Island', and send the body back to Yangui Island!"

Wu Yan couldn't help blurting out: "You are so despicable!"

When Wan Jian came up, a few masked men suddenly broke in from the outside, all of them were masters, and they got into a mess with the disciples of Xiyutai. The leader of the masked man even faced Xue Muhua directly, slashing at each other for a moment, Xue Muhua looked at his sword hilt, and blurted out: "It's you...?!" The leader of the masked man didn't answer, but just waved his sword at him.

Yang Qingyuan glanced at the sudden change in the situation, and asked Wu Yan: "Is it you who brought the helping hand?"

Wu Yan shook his head: "I don't know!" Supporting him, he walked outside: "I'll take you out for treatment first."

Yang Qingyuan grabbed Wu Yan's hand and asked: "If there is no Life-Lifting Curse, would you still care about my injury and my life?"

Wu Yan didn't answer, just wanted to take him to a safe place for treatment, but Yang Qingyuan refused to leave without an answer.Wu Yan had no choice but to curse: "Why do you always talk so much nonsense!"

Yang Qingyuan smiled, but the smile was very weak, and he held Wu Yan's hand tightly: "If tonight is my death, then I will see the Ghost Emperor when I arrive in Fengdu, and I will definitely ask the Ghost Emperor to lift the curse of death first." Bondage, so that you can live a long life..."

Wu Yan only said: "Don't talk about it." Seeing him slowly closing his eyelids, afraid that what he said was true, his eyes couldn't help getting wet, tears fell on his face, and he held his face, For the first time, he took the initiative to paste the petals on his petals, leaving a deep affection.

Yang Qingyuan still had a sliver of consciousness left, and Wu Yan's move also retained his consciousness, the petals took on Wu Yan's petals, entangled with Wu Yan continuously, and even forgot the pain of the wound.

When the leader of the masked man confronted Xue Muhua, he reminded Wu Yan: "Heal his wounds quickly, and take him away from here!"

Wu Yan let go of the petals, and supported Yang Qingyuan to leave. After walking for a while, he turned around and saw several Xiyutai disciples and Xueliang's sharp blades following behind him. After looking at each other calmly for a few moments, Wu Yan opened his lips. : "What are you looking at! Oral hemostatic medicine, bandages, wound sutures and silver needles, clean cloth towels and oil lamps, do you have any?"

Yang Qingyuan suddenly lifted his teeth, and said weakly and softly: "If you still treat me as a fellow student... just do as he said..." Those disciples immediately lowered their sharp blades and scattered away. Wuyan supported Yang Qingyuan. Go to a corridor and help him sit on a stool with his back against a pillar.

After a while, the disciple brought the things over, Wuyan took the medicine bottle, unplugged it, found that it was medicine powder, and poured it into his mouth without any hesitation, took out the water bag he brought with him, and gave it a mouthful. The clear water was poured into the mouth, mixed with the medicine powder, and sent into Yang Qingyuan's throat.

Clean the wound, burn the silver needle with the flame of the oil lamp, and it was ready in the blink of an eye, Wu Yan said: "You have to hold back!" Yang Qingyuan replied: "You have to be... careful."

Wu Yan lowered his head and carefully sewed up the wound for him, biting his lower lip tightly after each stitch, frowning, the same wound on his body as Yang Qingyuan's wound was also painful, and it took only a moment to sew it up After getting a wound, he supported Yang Qingyuan again, and hurriedly left the main rudder of Xiyutai.

The two of them had just passed through the unguarded main gate when a black shadow quickly flashed in front of them, and a surprised tone rang out along with the voice: "Master Yang! Your injury..." Yang Qingyuan replied weakly: "I It's fine for the time being..." The disciple handed over a bundle and a handful of Zhongruan, and Wu Yan took it on Yang Qingyuan's behalf, and the disciple immediately ran back to the main helm.

The two rode on the same horse and galloped slowly on the night road, Wu Yan asked: "What are you going to do in the future?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "You and I told the truth face to face. Xue Muhua is determined to kill me. It seems that I can't return to No. 15. Now I have really become a prodigal son." Then he laughed Said: "Are you willing to take me in?"

Wu Yan said: "Yangui Island can keep you for a while, but are you really going to give up Xiyutai like this?"

Yang Qingyuan replied: "That is my home, and I will never give it up. I can only wait for the opportunity to take it back." I couldn't help thinking: I am like this, I can only talk to my brother What should I do next...

Just after leaving the East Emperor City and galloping in the wilderness, several masked men chased them up on horseback. Wu Yan was on guard and asked, "Who are you!" The leader of the masked men at the front simply tore off his mask The cloth towel surprised Wu Yan, the man was the Prince of Shaole County - Li Xuan.

Thinking that he had entered the palace to stab Li Xuan before, Wu Yan felt a little guilty, so he couldn't say a word.Yang Qingyuan opened his lips instead of him: "It turned out to be you. You really don't mind the fact that he stabbed you for my brother last time?"

Li Xuan persuaded: "Don't talk too much, save more energy, we have to hurry."

Yang Qingyuan turned to his galloping back, and asked the last sentence: "Where are you taking us?"

Li Xuan replied casually: "Go back to the palace!"

one year later--

In Qingluan City, there was still a trace of coolness from the early morning rain and dew. Standing behind Huang Yan, Zhu Yanfeng put a soft and silky robe on his exposed shoulders. After passing his arms through the sleeves, he tightened the front and took a long belt Going around his slender waist, tied a beautiful knot, and put on a flowing long-sleeved gown for him, and tidied his long silver-white hair over his waist.

The faint crimson mark that has not yet faded loomed under the earlobe, but no one paid attention to it. A wall of flesh was pressed against his back, and he grabbed the hem of his wide-sleeved shirt with both hands to tidy it up. He suddenly raised his hands covered the backs of those two hands.

Zhu Yanfeng only said: "Wear more to prevent wind evil."

Huang Yan raised the corners of his lips and replied with a smile: "Last year, I ate radish in winter and ginger in summer, and I also ate pork belly, chicken and mutton a few times. My body should be able to hold on."

Zhu Yanfeng said: "I heard that the city lord is back, and there must be another meeting this morning. I can only send you to Jinling Pavilion early."

Huang Yan guessed: "He presided over the meeting, it must be related to that case, I'm afraid I have to go to the Elder's Pavilion." Then he glanced sideways at the person behind him, and said with a smile: "Send me to the Jinling Pavilion , and also send me to the Elder’s Pavilion.”

Zhu Yanfeng simply agreed: "Okay."

After combing their hair, the two came to Jinling Pavilion. Before eating time, the main room was very cold, there were only five Jinling Pavilion boys, one was diligently doing health exercises in the yard, the other was wandering aimlessly in the yard, and the other While watering the plants, the two were cleaning inside and outside the house. When they turned around and saw Daqing and Shaoqing, they both called out obediently: "Good morning, Daqing! Good morning, Shaoqing!"

Walking beside Huang Yan, Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help saying happily to Huang Yan when he was passing through the courtyard: "The labor style of these boys is quite good, and they can be added points." Huang Yan was just very calm, and didn't express a single word.

After writing the attendance record, the two left Jinling Pavilion immediately. Cen Xiaowu looked back and stretched his neck, only to see two good-looking figures passing the main gate, and he couldn't help but said to Mo Fengying who was on the opposite side of the yard: "Mr. He Shaoqing really came and went in a hurry this morning..."

Mo Fengying replied: "Probably I'm going to the Elder's Pavilion for a meeting. There have been no new cases, and no new information. The analysis report and the summary report are at least a foot short! It's so leisurely and happy." ah!"

Ba Ci interjected: "But the night owl still can't change the habit of a night owl. He was still jumping up and down on the roof last night. I don't know if it's practicing light kung fu or catching mice."

Cen Xiaowu answered: "The guy on the opposite side of my bedding almost lights up the lamp every night to read that kind of color book. In the middle of the night, he still makes strange laughter. When I just woke up, I thought the house was haunted... ..."

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Hengzhi suddenly walked out of a small pavilion deep in the courtyard, wearing only his jacket and trousers, stretched his waist without any scruples, his belly button was exposed, and his beard stubble was also exposed. Before I could shave it off, I scratched my head gently while walking towards the toilet.Cen Xiaowu hastily added to his fellow early risers: "You must keep that sentence a secret for me!"

Mo Fengying held up an index finger: "I have a condition." The other three people also said: "I also have a condition." Cen Xiaowu said helplessly: "Okay! Each person will get a chicken leg..."

Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng came to the Presbyterian Pavilion holding hands, and stepped into the meeting room of the Presbyterian Pavilion. The people who should be present had already arrived, with a look of reorganizing their thoughts. He walked to Yingqing's side, held hands with Yingqing, and sat beside Yingqing.

In this meeting, Huang Yan almost only listened in, seldom spoke, his eyes almost only looked at Zhu Yanfeng, and when Zhu Yanfeng and Zhu Yanfeng happened to be able to look at each other occasionally, there was a smile in his eyes, and he did not know what to do. Slightly raised the corners of her lips, she immediately looked away, busy pouring tea for everyone, went to Huang Yan's table, secretly pinched his pomelo while pouring tea for Huang Yan, and poured tea for the next person as if nothing had happened.

An hour passed by without knowing it, and it also ended after an hour. Huang Yan was about to leave the Presbyterian Pavilion, but when he turned around, he accidentally saw Su Zhongming trailing behind Yan Yan through the inner door, like a fox smelling With the smell of chicken blood, he immediately followed quietly and passed through the inner door. Su Zhongming's back disappeared at the top of the steps in an instant, and he followed him up the steps to the second floor.

In Yanyan's duty room, the two sat face to face at the table, Yanyan asked: "Is there any private matter for the city lord to ask me?" Su Zhongming opened his lips and said: "It's about the curse of life..."

...a life-long spell? !

Standing outside the door, Huang Yan was slightly taken aback when he heard it. When he was the head of Mufeng Society, he had never heard of this secret about Su Zhongming, but now that he overheard it, he found it a little interesting.

Just for a while, suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around his waist from behind him, he was frightened and turned his head, unable to see the other person's face, only a warm breath blew to his listener, a very low A man's voice came to his ear: "What are you doing here?"

If you know the sound, you know the owner of the sound. Huang Yan immediately restrained his tension, but he didn't answer, just continued to eavesdrop on the conversation in the room. Robbed his listeners.

Feeling unbearable like a bug crawling over, Huang Yan raised his hand and gently pushed that head, and was about to persuade him in a low voice, "Don't disturb me first", but Zhu Yanfeng grabbed his wrist, and started to rob him at the side of the neck, still low. Said to him, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Huang Yan turned his head again, his mouth was gagged by two petals, exchanging nectar was addictive and he easily forgot the time and where he was, the door was opened when the two were not vigilant, Su Zhongming's face was the first to come out. Encountered in such a situation, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and couldn't help saying: "You..."

The intimacy of the petals stopped immediately, and Zhu Yanfeng immediately let go, took a step back, bowed his head to Su Zhongming and held his hands together: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Then he took Huang Yan's hand and hurried downstairs.When he reached the door of the elder's pavilion, he said to Huang Yan: "I really don't know which room the Santo is in... We seem to have scared the Santo, I just hope he can ignore it."

Huang Yan didn't care about this matter at all, he just asked: "Send me back to Jinling Pavilion?"

Zhu Yanfeng thought for a while, and replied: "The elders probably need to rest for a while, this time is enough for me to send you there, I will wrong you to wait for me for a while, I will go in and report to Master, and I will go to Jinling Pavilion to get materials."

Huang Yan agreed softly with an "um", and walked slowly in the courtyard of the Elder Pavilion, looking at the scenery casually, as a short-term relaxation, until Zhu Yanfeng came out, and walked together facing the gentle wind. On the way to Jinling Pavilion.

After walking quietly for a while, Huang Yan suddenly asked: "I'm going to leave Qingluan City in a while, can you go with me?"

Zhu Yanfeng was curious: "There is no new case recently, why did you leave Qingluan City?"

Huang Yan replied with a smile: "Even if there is no new situation, you can use other methods to investigate. You will always be dragged by the mastermind behind the scenes. You have three opportunities to travel freely, and it is time to use it."

Zhu Yanfeng listened and felt that there was some truth, so he couldn't help but nodded slightly in agreement.

Huang Yan said again: "By the way, accompany me to a place."

Zhu Yanfeng was curious again: "Where is it?" Huang Yan only pretended to be closed, and replied with a smile: "You will know when the time comes."

There was a moderate rain in Hongcheng in the morning, and even the wind carried a coolness. After noon, the dazzling sun disc appeared from the clouds, and the coolness dissipated immediately. Shangyuan Hexiang saw that the weather was so good , and brought a few people to an open place in the yard to learn swordsmanship.

After warming up, Shangyuan Hexiang put on the soft mesh gloves woven with fine silk, and gripped the handle of the knife tightly. Without thinking about his subordinates, he only looked at Hongli and Tianyun first, and asked: "You two, who will come first?"

Hongli gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and was the first to take a step forward, but when he was about to follow up with the second step, he was stopped by a suddenly outstretched arm. It was Tianyun who stopped him, and Tianyun immediately replied Shangyuan Hexiang "Let me come!" Then he clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed at Yuan Hexiang with the horizontal knife. The two blades slashed sharply at each other.

After the discussion of the three cups of tea, Tian Yun took a step slower, giving Shangyuan Hexiang the opportunity to point the tip of the knife, but Tian Yun reacted fairly quickly, and immediately raised the sharp blade, blocking the tip of the knife with the side, but that The momentary sense of urgency still made him unable to hold back a little cold sweat from his forehead.

Shangyuan Hexiang smiled faintly: "Your reaction is not bad, but swordsmanship still needs to be practiced more." Then he lowered his sharp blade.

Tian Yun also lowered his sharp blade and agreed: "Thank you Mrs. Wang for teaching me, I will practice hard when I have time."

Shangyuan He Xiang glanced back at Hongli, and cut straight to the point: "Hongli, let my mother see how much you have improved."

Hongli immediately stepped forward, without flinching, stood in a good position, raised his sharp blade horizontally, and slashed towards Shangyuan Hexiang, but he was still in the year of dancing elephant, and his moves were still gentle, like invisible flowing water, on Shangyuan Yuan Hexiang slid past under the tough and cold edge, which just became a surprise.

The strength seems to be there, making people unable to feel the sword energy, but the moves don't stop, like the silent death coming, Shangyuan Hexiang also deliberately slowed down the speed of swinging the knife, which is almost the same speed, the last confrontation Afterwards, Hongli still failed, proclaiming that Jiang was still hot, and Shangyuan Hexiang slid across his shoulder with the back of a blunt knife.

Hongli immediately lowered his sharp blade, not daring to make a sound, just waiting for Shangyuan Hexiang to give him an evaluation.Shangyuan Hexiang lowered his sharp blade again, and said face to face: "Hongli, your sword intent is different from others, you have always been gentle, and gentle people naturally create a gentle sword intent, which makes people unaware of murderous intent. Your advantage, you can maintain this kind of sword intent, and together with Tian Yun, strengthen your practice moves and increase your speed."

Originally thought that he would be scolded this time, but Shangyuan Hexiang's words were different from what he thought, Hongli couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, and looked sideways at Tianyun.