Step into the clouds

On the first day of May, night, Fengyun Hall.

All the idlers in the lobby were cleared out, only Jiang Fengyang, Yin Wangchuan, Tang Yi, and Feiying wearing a flying eagle mask were left drinking.

Most of Jiang Fengyang's injuries have healed, except for the left shoulder which was still covered with gauze, the rest are back to normal. Today's gathering was also initiated by Jiang Fengyang, and he called everyone over to discuss how to attack Yunfu tomorrow.

Jiang Fengyang looked at Yin Wangchuan who was silent, and said anxiously: "What's the matter, are you talking?"

Yin Wangchuan said slowly: "I haven't made up my mind yet..."

Tang Yi slapped the table angrily, and shouted: "When do you want to think, the day after tomorrow is the day when that old man in Yuncheng washes his hands in the golden basin. The three of us agreed to enter Yunfu together tomorrow, but you are so annoying! Like a bitch!"

Yin Wangchuan calmly said: "I have to understand the situation before making a decision." Turning to Feiying, he asked, "Brother Qingyun, I heard that you have a sworn feud with that Yuncheng, but I don't know the details. How, can you tell me one or two?"

Sitting on the sandalwood chair, Feiying said: "My little brother's father is from the Diancang sect, and his surname is Xue Mingshan. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Yin Wangchuan was surprised: "Could it be that Xue Shan who is known as the 'Sword Master'? The one who is invincible in the world with the 'Moon Sword Technique', but then disappeared inexplicably?"

Feiying nodded and said: "Exactly, my father rarely met rivals after he became an artist. He felt lonely and boring. He lived in seclusion with his mother for two years. Everyone said that he disappeared, but in fact he was killed!"

Yin Wangchuan asked, "Who killed him?"

"Yuncheng!" Feiying gritted his teeth.

Yin Wangchuan asked in surprise: "Why? I heard that Yuncheng and Xue Daxia were life-and-death friends, how could they kill Xue Daxia?"

Feiying snorted coldly: "Because my mother was beautiful and the wolf in Yuncheng was ambitious, he poisoned and killed my father, robbed my mother to be a concubine, and took away my father's "Sword of the Moon". At that time, my mother was pregnant, so I I didn’t kill myself and die for love, I thought that after the child grows up, I will take pictures of it slowly.”

Yin Wangchuan said: "The child is you?"

Feiying nodded and said: "That's right, my mother had a fight with the traitor in Yuncheng during the Mid-Autumn Festival when I was five years old, and Yuncheng accidentally killed my mother. He thought a five-year-old baby would not be sensible, so he left me alone." But I don’t know that I know everything clearly. Ever since I was born, my mother has ordered me to take revenge, how dare I forget it for a moment? Now the opportunity has finally come!” Feiying became excited, and his voice was shrill, “ I, Xue Qingyun, have practiced hard day and night and endured humiliation all these years, just for this day!"

Yin Wangchuan was not affected by Feiying's excitement, and calmly said: "Brother Xue, I have something unclear, and I hope Brother Xue can clarify."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Since brother Xue wants to avenge his parents, it is a matter of justice and righteousness, why not show his true colors to others? Listen to brother Xue's words, there are many inaccuracies, and the voice is sharp, not like the original sound, but it seems to be intentional. From now on, brother Xue looks like a friend of mine, I wonder if brother Xue can let me see the real face of Lushan Mountain next time."

Jiang Fengyang interjected, "You don't need to read it, do you?"

Tang Yi just drank and didn't raise his head, acting as if he stayed out of the matter.

Feiying said: "Actually, you have already guessed who I am..." Then he took off Feiying's mask, revealing a handsome face.

Yin Wangchuan suddenly became enlightened, and said with a smile: "So that's the case! It's really the case!"

Tang Yi put down his wine glass, and shouted: "Okay, little Yinzi, don't you feel relieved this time? Hurry up and go home, get all your subordinates, and gather here at three o'clock tomorrow."

Yin Wangchuan said without further ado, "Okay, then I will definitely arrive on time tomorrow, and together with a few brothers, I will attack Yunfu and kill the villain Yuncheng."

On the second day of May, at night, in Xiao Ping's bedroom.

"You really want to kill Yuncheng?"

In the dark room, a lamp is like a bean, Ding Mao picked up the wick while asking Xiao Ping behind him.

Xiao Ping changed into black night clothes, rummaged in the closet, he paused when he heard this, and said: "If I don't kill, Jiang Fengyang and the others will. Their killing skills are not as good as mine. If there is any damage, thirteen Grandpa has to worry again."

There was a person standing against the wall in the room. It was Liu Wenxiu's son, the tavern manager, Liu Hu. Liu Hu hugged his shoulders and frowned and asked, "What's this called? You don't have to worry about Yun Shisan if you get hurt? Besides, you kill him." If you leave Yuncheng, will Yun Shisan spare you?"

Xiao Ping found what he was looking for. It was a black cloth covering his face. He put it in his arms, stood up, and said, "I can't care about that." No kiss, that's why I dare to do this.To kill Yuncheng, one is to avenge his mother, the other is that no one will know his life experience from then on, and the third is that after Yuncheng dies, the Yun family collapses. At that time, he took Yuncheng to live in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. Since it was a deep mountain and old forests, no one cared what his relationship with Yunze was, so he could live happily like a fairy.As for the retribution of patricide and lightning strikes, it doesn't matter about chaos/lunacy, and it still cares about patricide.

When Yunze and Yunze didn’t pierce the window paper, they were afraid of this and that, but now they slept and beat and beat, and the rupture was over, Xiao Ping thought, the next step should be sweet, sweet, sweet, loving, loving up.

Xiao Ping pulled out the black iron epee, and the room was filled with brilliance, which was much brighter. He took a rag, sat on the bed, and carefully wiped the blade of the sword.

The light on the blade reflected Xiao Ping's face, his expression was determined.

Ding Mao knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he sighed quietly, "Tomorrow, Yuncheng will hold a ceremony of washing hands with the golden basin. After the golden basin washes hands, Yuncheng will definitely hide in a place where no one can find him. If he wants to kill Yuncheng, tomorrow will be the last time." Given the opportunity, Fengyuntang, Changjiang League, Tangmen, and perhaps people from the Yin family will all go to Yunfu."

Liu Hu said: "In this way, there will be chaos in the Yun Mansion tomorrow, and if there is chaos, the opportunity will come for big brother." Turning his head to Xiao Ping, he said, "Big brother, why don't you go tomorrow."

Xiao Ping shook his head, of course he knew that tomorrow he would take advantage of the chaos and make a move with greater confidence, but it was precisely because many people would kill Yuncheng tomorrow that Xiao Ping wanted to do it tonight.Ignoring the two of them, he put the poisoned dart into the dart bag, took some of the small white stones that Yunze had ground for him, tied his face-covering scarf around his neck as a scarf, and carried the self-made killing crossbow on his back. With a jade flute at his waist and a black iron epee in his hand, he nodded at the two of them and walked out of the room.

When I came outside, the night was dark and the wind was high, which was a good time for killing people. The crescent moon was like a big cake eaten by a ghost, and the trees, houses, and streets were covered with a faint silver light, and it was foggy. It is misty, the scenery in the distance is even more difficult to see, and it also has a mysterious beauty.Xiao Ping didn't care to admire the night, and covered his face with the black scarf around his neck, tightened his belt, bent over and walked quickly.

The closer he got to Yun's house, the more he felt something was wrong.

Years of licking blood at the knife edge have cultivated an instinct, and no one is more sensitive to murderous intent than Xiao Ping.

The evening wind blew gently, bringing with it a faint smell of blood.

Someone in the Yun family died.

And it's a lot of people!

The bloody smell became thicker, from a trace to a piece, like a thick black cloth, slowly spreading out.

Turning a street corner and getting closer to Yun's house, he heard vague shouts of killing.

The voice is very small, not a veteran like Xiao Ping, it can hardly be heard.The cry for help was extremely short, and it seemed that he died as soon as he opened his mouth, which showed that the killer was a master and his movements were neat.

Xiao Ping felt anxious, he raised his breath and ran quickly.

The cries for help gradually became louder and louder, one after another.

Xiao Ping pressed the tip of his tongue against the upper teeth, exerted his lightness kung fu to the limit, and his figure was as fast as lightning.

It lasted for about a cup of tea, and the shouts of killing became quieter again. It seemed that the killing of the Yun family was coming to an end.

Xiao Ping also arrived outside Yun's house.

The flames leaked from the wall, the dark sky was dyed fiery red, and the heat wave hit the face.

There was no sound of fire fighting inside at all, and it seemed that no one was fighting the fire.

The door was closed and nothing could be seen.

I don't know the servants in the door, how many people are still alive, and I don't know whether Yuncheng is alive or dead.

At this moment, Xiao Ping was not in a hurry.

Go over the wall, squat under the corner, and look around first.

Strangely, I didn't see a single person.

No, to be precise, I didn't see a living person.

The dead bodies fell on the ground in a mess, and Xiao Ping only took a quick glance and judged that there was no Yuncheng inside.Groping around the corpses, I found some jade tokens to prove their identities, and judged that most of these people were servants of Fengyuntang, Tangmen, Changjiangmeng, and the Yin family, and a few were members of the Yun family, that is to say, People from the Yun family died, but most of them came to kill people. What's going on?

why?The servants of the Yun family are not skilled in martial arts, so how could they possibly beat the evil spirits who came to kill them?Most of the people who died were killed with a single sword strike. Yuncheng's swordsmanship was not up to this level. Judging from the wound, this person's sword move was usually stabbing from the bottom up, and the angle of the shot was extremely strange. Xiao Ping had never seen it before. Over such a fast sword.

As he examined the body, he was in awe.

I don't know what my odds are against this person?

Every time I look at a wound, I imagine how I would avoid it if it was me.As the number of corpses inspected increased, Xiao Ping broke out in cold sweat little by little. This man's martial arts skills were so high that Xiao Ping was not sure that he could win.Immediately there was an impulse in my heart, I really wanted to see him and fight him.

In today's martial arts, only Yunze makes Xiao Ping unable to see the depth, and now there is another person, this guy who can seal everyone's throat with a sword without distinction.

This guy is obviously not any of Jiang Fengyang, Yin Wangchuan, or Tang Yi. He may be the "Flying Eagle" who has gained fame in the past three years.

Xue Qingyun.

Xiao Ping has never seen such a weird and powerful killing move before. He is an expert in killing. He knows what martial arts are practical and what martial arts are just good-looking. There is no doubt that the killer's martial arts belong to the former.As for whether the murderer is Feiying, Xiao Ping is still not sure, Feiying is too mysterious, no one in the martial arts world has ever seen his true face.

Xiao Ping heard a lot about Flying Eagle from Ding Mao. Flying Eagle, who was already extremely high in martial arts, has no opponent at all after practicing evil skills. Many people are not even his generals. superior.If the murderer was him, with his martial arts, he could completely "seal the throat with one sword", but he is the leader of the Yangtze River Alliance, how could he even kill his own subordinates?

Remembering that the purpose this time was to assassinate Yuncheng, Xiao Ping suppressed his distracting thoughts and walked towards Yuncheng's bedroom.

Passing by a gazebo, I remembered that not long ago, the Thirteenth Lord and Jiang Fengyang and others were chatting, drinking tea and composing poems in the gazebo, and Jiang Fengyang even invited Yunze to visit a brothel, how elegant and leisurely, but now the pavilion is still there, completely changed.If it wasn't for that time when he also came to the brothel and fell into Ding Mao's trick, what happened later would not happen, maybe he would still be Yunze's guard.

I don't know where the thirteenth master is at this time.

If he knew that Yuncheng was in danger, would he come to rescue him?

If he rushed to rescue him, how would he deal with himself?

However, since Jiang Fengyang had a thorough plan to kill Yuncheng, he would definitely send Yunze away in advance, maybe he was overthinking.

Thoughts were spinning in his head, he didn't stop, and soon came to Yuncheng's bedroom.

The fire was gradually extinguished, and the ashes swirled on the stone slabs. The black lacquered gate stood in front of me, and the couplets on the gate were blackened by smoke. Peaceful night.

Five luminous pearls hung on the ceiling of Yuncheng's bedroom, and the faint light came out from the small window, covering Xiao Ping's cold face with a soft white halo.

The smell of blood became thicker, pungent, and disgusting.

Xiao Ping swept left and right to make sure it was safe, held his breath, and stretched out his hand to push the door. "Squeak..." The wooden door made a piercing sound, and slowly opened, just like the opening of the gate of hell, slowly but firmly.

As soon as the door was opened, the smell of blood rushed out immediately, Xiao Ping couldn't help clenching the black iron epee in his hand.

Taking a step into the house, he immediately saw Yuncheng sitting on the chair in the middle.

He was still wearing a gray and white cloth robe that he usually wears, and a purple-red dragon cloak tied behind his back. He sat upright on the big rosewood carved chair that he usually sat on, with his left hand naturally placed on the knee of his left leg, and his right hand covering In the back.Keep your eyes straight ahead.

He watched Xiao Ping walk in helplessly.

He watched helplessly as Xiao Ping pulled out his long sword and stood less than a foot in front of him.

Don't say a word.

Because he can no longer say anything.

The dead cannot speak.

Yuncheng was already dead.