Chang Huanxi

"Ah? Uncle Guan went to find Yunyingying? She's not, isn't she..." Di Jing's person?

Hong Ling turned pale with shock.

"How do you know... That's right, it's not surprising that you have known this after staying with His Highness Fourth Highness for so long. I think Senior Brother Guan decided to go out of the mountain to look for Yunyingying because of what he sensed." Hongyue said.

"No need, there's no time for him to do anything when he comes back, let's go out from here first." After saying that, Song Feng turned around and stepped on the steps they walked down.

Staying below couldn't think of any other way, Shen Yanhuan helped Hong Ling to support Hong Yue and Hong Xiao who couldn't take care of themselves, Qi Yuan held a fire behind them, and they left through the secret passage.

At the end of the steps, there was a sealed secret door. Song Feng signaled them not to panic, and with a little force in his hand, he pushed open the small door. As dust and dead leaves fell, they were surprised. It turned out that this was no longer the courtyard before.

Thinking about it carefully, the journey they took back seemed to be longer than the time they came down, but at that time few people had time to take care of it.

"The Hidden Mountain faction minored in formations, and most of the secret paths in the mountains were created by them for emergency use. As long as someone enters the secret path, when they come out, they will enter the back mountain where the Yinshan faction is located." Hongyue explained .

Shen Yanhuan smacked her lips, Jingchuan Jianzong is indeed a century-old family, with specialization in swordsmanship, medicine, and formation.

After waiting here for a while, they rushed over with a few young men in brown disciple uniforms. Their faces were calm, and they had seen Song Feng and Hongyue respectfully one by one, and they brought them from behind the crowd like a prophet. Two bamboo stands put the unconscious Hong Xiao up to carry them, but there was only one bamboo stand, so Hongyue had no choice but to be helped and limping along with them all the way.

There are very few disciples in the Yinshan sect, and there are almost all of them here. The back mountain where they are located can be said to be very desolate, and there is not even a place to treat guests in the past. Fan, temporarily placed them in the bamboo house where Guan Dan lived.

Hongyue told them a few words and asked them to fetch some medicinal materials so that he could treat the wound a little bit. The disciple of Yinshan took the order and did not forget to cover the door carefully for them before leaving.

As soon as the door was closed, Hong Xiao, who was lying on the bed, coughed twice as if he had sensed something, and woke up slowly.

He first glanced at the red bell with red eyes in confusion, asked "little bell" suspiciously, then looked at the other people in the room, blinked his eyes as if thinking about something, then suddenly struggled to sit up, " Master, Uncle Lu!"

Song Feng pushed him back, "We already know."

Only then did Hong Xiao see clearly who was standing beside him, he choked, "Sect Master..."

"I followed Xie Ling there voluntarily. As soon as I came out of the imperial city, I knew she was no longer Little Bell, but she was very eager all the time, as if there was something she must get in Jingchuan Sword Sect, So I left a letter for Si... Qi Daochang and left with her, wanting to see what her plans are."

"It's just that I didn't expect..." Hong Xiao sighed, "She is actually our sister..."

"Brother Xiao!" Hong Ling grabbed his hand tightly and stared at him.He shook his sister's hand instead, and continued: "Two days ago, she suddenly asked me to go with her to Master Lu's yard. I knew she was going to do something, so I closed my senses and pretended to be with Master Lu before I lit the incense. Those disciples were also in a coma, and I overheard their conversation."

Hongyue nodded: "This is the IQ that my apprentice should have."

"Uncle Lu... used the poison given by Di Jing to murder the suzerain." Hong Xiao looked at Song Feng's old and solemn face firmly, gritted his teeth and said, "He wants to replace him and completely control the Jingchuan sword sect in his own hands." Here, this is the benefit Di Jing promised him, and when Di Jing formally invades Daliang, they will respect Jingchuan Sword Sect as the supreme of the country. Of course, it is the Jingchuan Sword Sect in Master Lu's hands."

Hongyue's expression remained unchanged, and she held Song Feng's wrist in disbelief to test his pulse, but the pulse was as stable as that of a mature man, and there was no sign of poisoning at all.

Song Feng shook his head, his expression calmed down and he took away his hand, "I can't try it, but what he said is right."

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, and on his scarred arm, a peony flower bloomed from bottom to top. As long as Song Feng's sleeves were a little shorter, the bewitching petals would be revealed, but he Well hidden.

"Ah!" Hong Ling didn't care about the etiquette of seniority and inferiority, she jumped up and looked up and down for a long time, and turned her questioning gaze to Qi Yuan as if to prove, "Qi Daochang, this, Yun Yingying? !me……"

Qi Yuan's heart sank as well, that thing was exactly the same as what Li Ying was on, but Li Ying died of a sand gu insect, and her body was burned quickly, they didn't even think to start with this flower to investigate.

But he thought of something worse: Song Feng's current state is exactly the same as the old lady.

"Little Lingdang, life and death are destiny, this is my destiny." It was Song Feng who broke the embarrassing silence, turned to Shen Yanhuan and said, "Bai Rensheng's apprentice? Come with me."

Shen Yanhuan answered yes blankly.

Song Feng led him out of the bamboo house and walked deep into the pine forest, and those people also followed from behind.

Song Feng said angrily: "I didn't call you again! Why are you following?! Do you think that the old man and I will take revenge on a junior for our holiday with Bai Rensheng? You think I am him!"

Shen Yanhuan: Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment, and gave him a look of disbelief.

Song Feng was about to draw his sword and rush over, Shen Yanhuan hurriedly grabbed him, and shook his head at Qi Yuan and the others.

The old man snorted angrily, and led him to walk deeper into the forest, stepping back and forth.

No one followed this time, but Song Feng continued to walk inside, for fear that the people over there would see some of their movements.

Shen Yanhuan hurried two steps forward, "Senior, where are we going?"

Song Feng curled his lips, looked around his surroundings with disgust, and reconfirmed that there was no one else here except them, so he reached out and patted the saber on his waist.

He took that sword off a fallen disciple casually, and his original sword was taken away by Lu Yi long ago.

"Draw the sword!" Song Feng shouted, and the sword in his hand stabbed at him without hesitation.

Subconsciously, Shen Yanhuan pushed the sword out of the scabbard an inch and stood in front of him to receive the full-strength blow. The scabbard shook his tiger's mouth, and Shen Yanhuan had no choice but to take Linyan out of the sheath to resist his attack.

A smile flashed across Song Feng's eyes, and he didn't blame him for his attitude of fighting and retreating and only focusing on defense all the time. Women's Sword! "

The Linyan sword is extremely light, and it is very flexible to use. It is really suitable for women with weaker hands.

Bai Rensheng said that this sword has been tempered by the highest temperature of fire, and it can cut the ice soul of the extremely cold place. Presumably Song Feng wanted to give it to someone he valued very much when he forged this sword.Song Feng's wife died young, and he has no daughter under his knees, so the only possibility is...

"Is it Hong Ling's sword?" He followed the tree trunk and leaped behind Song Feng.

"That's right. It was originally a birthday gift for her, but it's a pity that this girl doesn't care about swordsmanship. It's useless in her hands! Hmph!"

Song Feng threw the sword out of his hand, and it hit Linyan's hilt with a "dang".

Shen Yanhuan muttered inwardly, turned around and kicked up the sword that had slipped from his hand, took the sword with his left hand and returned to a defensive posture again.

"The old man Bai Rensheng also entrusted you with the sword skills. Yes, the sword manual I wrote for Linyan at the beginning is exactly the way to protect yourself when facing opponents who are much stronger than yourself. It seems that he took it away. This sword also has a purpose."

Song Feng laughed, he never thought that the old boy would feel that he would not be able to protect his apprentice one day!

But he soon noticed something else, he withdrew the sword intent in his hand, the tip of the sword touched his right shoulder and asked, "What's going on?"

"Uh, there were two accidents." Shen Yanhuan said.

Song Feng sneered, "I heard that Bai Rensheng was going to assassinate the King of Liang? Did he get hit by the six-edged star arrow specially made by the Daliang royal family? Take off your clothes and let me see!"

Shen Yanhuan showed embarrassment, "This...Senior, isn't this very good?"

"Take it off if you tell me! The six-edged star arrow is very tricky, how did you survive the pain of pulling out the arrow?" Song Feng asked curiously while pulling him back.

In fact, he doesn't know either.

"I don't know, the arrow has already been pulled out when I woke up."

After all, Jiang is still old and hot, Song Feng took advantage of the flash of his recollection, and successfully took off his clothes.

But the first thing that catches the eye is not the scar of the six-edged star arrow, but a winding flower branch.

The root of the flower is hidden in the wound, and if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all, so Qi Yuan couldn't find it when it was still a young bud.

"Senior?" Shen Yanhuan felt a little cold, it was really weird standing in the wild forest with bare upper body in winter.

Song Feng let go of his hand and asked him to pull up his clothes. After thinking about it for a long time, he had never learned how to be tactful since he was a child, and he didn't know how to tell this young man when he first saw such a thing.

"Senior, is there anything you want to tell me?" Shen Yanhuan asked first.

Song Feng admired the bald and leafless tree with erratic eyes, "Ah, this... do you know that you may not live long?"

Shen Yanhuan: ...It's too, too straightforward.

But this was already the most euphemistic speech Song Feng could do. What he was thinking at the moment was that fortunately those few people didn't follow.

Shen Yanhuan said: "Maybe I should know something. Xie Ling said that earlier, but he just didn't care. Senior, do I...have the same thing as you?"