Jianghuke

"Exactly the same?" Chi Heting frowned slowly, and pondered, "Could it be that the young master who was seriously injured back then, Fang Hongxuan's elder brother is still alive? It should be, and it can only be him..."

"No matter who it is, it looks so similar to Fang Hongxuan. I think it's not a good thing when I look at it. I want to drag him out of the coffin and kill him." Gu Miao pursed her mouth, "But the iron cage is connected with a trap, and there is a trap underneath. A trap, I accidentally fell into it when I was dismantling the cage. There was an iron ball rolling back and forth in it, as well as stabs and arrows in the back. I was trapped for a whole day, exhausted and injured, and was caught by Fang Hongxuan who came back. It's right."

After finishing speaking, he sneaked a glance at Chi Heting, seeing his brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was displeased, so he hurriedly whispered: "It was my unnecessary effort. Ah Chi, I'm sorry..."

"Huh? What apologies, well done." When Chi came back to his senses, he said regretfully, "If you really killed that man, Fang Hongxuan would probably be half dead by now."

Gu Miao: "?"

Gu Miao blinked without knowing it, full of surprise, mixed with guilt that had not yet receded in the future, Chi Heting couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face, and explained a few words briefly.

"Oh, oh... oh oh..." Gu Miao listened carefully, and asked, "According to this, the young master who was seriously injured in the Yulong Mountains was refined into a person with the same fate, and now there should be four It's more than ten years old, but why does it look younger than Fang Hongxuan?"

"Young?" Chi Heting was confused, "That man is very young? Sanshui, did you misread it?"

"I remember it very clearly." Gu Miao said firmly, "The one lying in the coffin is much younger than Fang Hongxuan who came in to arrest me later, probably by...five or six years."

This time it was Chi Heting's turn to be confused, and murmured: "Could it be that Fang Hongxuan still has a younger brother? No, it's impossible. When I was sent to Montenegro as a drug boy, Fang Hongxuan was still in mourning. I heard that the young suzerain He died within a month after returning, and after that..."

After that, all traces of existence were deliberately erased, except for a few strokes in Xuanzong's secret history and a grand funeral, there is nothing else.

Chi Heting suddenly shivered.

It's just a young suzerain who has passed away, why must all traces of his existence be erased?If it is said that brothers fight each other and hate it so much, why do they want to keep his heirs and love them in every possible way?Declaring death with a grand funeral, and then destroying all traces of the past in detail, it can be said that you don't want to hide it and hide it.

...Who is the person lying in the coffin?

The more Chi Heting thought about it, the more he felt unbelievable. Just as he was about to speak, he heard someone knock on the wall in the short corridor unhurriedly. After two "Du Du" sounds, he said, "It's time, He Ting."

Gu Miao immediately became nervous: "Ah Chi, don't trust him!"

Chi Heting stuffed the remaining Liuwei Wan together with the butterfly pendant into his hand, and comforted him, "Wait for me."

"Ah Chi!" Gu Miao caught nothing, was dragged by the chain, and shrank back to the corner in pain, squeezed out trembling words from between his teeth, "He must be lying to you...don't trust him, Chi."

……

Leaving the stone room, Chi Heting took off the silk ribbon that bound his eyes, and took a deep breath of the cold air wrapped in fine snow.

Bitter cold.

The trembling sobs still echoed in his ears, like a knife engraving on his heart, it was extremely painful.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Fang Hongxuan took out a wooden box from his sleeve, handed it over and said: "Don't worry, you still have the Gu art left by me in your body, after this trip, you will have nothing to do with Xuanzong, it's better to untie this Gu technique." It is filled with bone-eroding incense, as long as the remaining spice is ignited, the Gu insects will die in the body, and the Gu poison will be detoxified on its own."

If the Gu worm dies in the body, then I am afraid that I am not far from death, it is really easy to calculate.If he didn't know the inside story, he would really think that this old thing found out with conscience and gave such a generous reward.

Chi Heting sneered in his heart, accepted the wooden box calmly, and said, "Thank you, Sect Master."

"As long as the matter is completed, I will not treat you badly." Fang Hongxuan became more and more amiable, "I have made an appointment with Zong Qinghuan to meet you in four days, and you will go to Lingde Lake to bring Huaiyuan back. Remember, I want to see a nephew who is alive and kicking, so you have to be careful."

Chi Heting asked suspiciously, "Just to pick up someone?"

"Naturally." Fang Hongxuan turned his fingers, and the smile in his eyes deepened. It was as deep as an ancient well, filled with strong malice, "Xuanzong was bullied and came to the door. Of course, I want to kill chickens and monkeys." , otherwise it will make people look down on it. When you pick up Huaiyuan, kill someone along the way—it shouldn’t be difficult for us, Heting, right?"

"..." Chi Heting became short of breath, "Who does the suzerain want to kill?"

"Long Qinghuan."

The gate of Qinglanyuan has been closed for three whole days.

Zuo Hufa couldn't even deliver the food, he was running around in a hurry outside the door, he had to find Cen Xi, and said: "Young Master Cen, go in and persuade me, it won't work if this goes on, the pavilion master will have to chop off my head when I wake up No!"

Cen Xi held a cattail leaf fan for decocting medicine in his hand, looked at the food box carried by Zuo Hufa, and said seriously: "Brother Wu Zhou, he hasn't eaten for three days?"

"It can't be said that I didn't eat a bite. I moved a little when I brought it in two days ago, but today I don't know how to open the door at all. As a subordinate, I don't dare to break in..."

"Brother Dharma Protector, please go to the kitchen to filter the medicine and take it to the pavilion master." Cen Xi took the food box, "I'll deliver this meal."

"Thank you, little boy."

After Guardian Zuo left, Cen Xi knocked on the door, but there was no movement, and went around to the window, only to find that the window was also tightly closed.He retreated to the door, sat down with the food box in his arms, pointed at the crack of the door, and said, "Brother—I'm here to deliver the food, if you don't open the door, I'll have to go to the room to uncover tiles, brother—did you hear... ouch! "

Jiang Wuzhou held the door with one hand, supported Cen Xi with the other, and said, "Don't make trouble."

"What are you doing in the house?"

Cen Xi probed curiously, but was stopped by Jiang Wuzhou, who changed the subject and said, "It's nothing. Is Qing Huan still asleep?"

"The medicine I prescribed, if you drink it, you will definitely not wake up. Brother, if you make such a presumptuous claim to let him fall asleep, won't the pavilion master be angry when he wakes up?"

"No." Jiang Wuzhou felt a little relieved, and scratched his nose, "Leave the food box, I will eat when I have time, don't worry."

Doctor Cen suddenly grabbed his wrist and said suspiciously: "This smell..."

Jiang Wuzhou's expression changed slightly, he withdrew his hand, and said under cover: "It's just spices."

"No, it's not spices." A trace of surprise gradually appeared in Cen Xi's eyes, "It's rouge, it's sweet...it's the smell of crushed plum petals. Brother, you, are you changing your face??"

"Hush." ​​Jiang Wuzhou covered his mouth, looked around, dragged him in, and closed the door with a "bang".

The house is in a mess, the color test paper is crumpled and thrown everywhere, seven or eight porcelain cups have no lids, colorful ones are piled up randomly, and several brushes of different thicknesses are dipped in various things At first glance, I thought it was a thief.

Cen Xi looked at the enemy, and said, "Brother, are you okay!? Aren't you forbidden to touch these things again?"

Jiang Wuzhou smiled wryly.

He leaned over to pick up a pen that had fallen on the ground, and said calmly: "Qing Huan is injured, there is no chance of winning against Fang Fang Hongxuan."

"Fang Hongxuan?" Cen Xi's heart skipped a beat, his expression suddenly changed, "Fang Hongxuan was the number one expert in the dark hall a few days ago?!"

"Yeah. He said he would come again to pick up Fang Huaiyuan himself." Jiang Wuzhou lowered his eyes, "If you're afraid, you're afraid, not necessarily just to pick someone up."

"Brother, why are you hiding such a big matter from me??? You, you plan to carry it alone... No, I have to tell the Pavilion Master..."

"Zixi!"

Cen Xi paused.

"After three days, you wake up Qing Huan and tell him that I have arranged everything. It's just that Heting still can't get in touch. Let Qing Huan think of a way to rescue the two of them as much as possible, and then send them to Yulong The mountains have settled down. Once Xuanzong is destroyed, the world will be turbulent for the next few decades. Feihua Pavilion can take advantage of the situation and go down smoothly. As for you...whether you want to be a guest minister, or you want to be with Heting and the others It doesn’t matter whether you go or not, it’s up to you, don’t force yourself.”

"You've made plans for everyone, but haven't you thought about yourself?" Cen Xi turned around abruptly, with tears in his eyes, and suppressed his crying, "That's Fang Hongxuan, the ruthless Sect Master of Xuanzong!"

Jiang Wuzhou was silent for a while, smiled, and said: "I'm not completely unprepared, I just live and die, I want to gamble. Well, don't worry about it, go back."

In the twinkling of an eye, the agreed period is approaching.

Chi Heting was dressed in a black mask, leaning against the tree, looking at the isolated island on Lingde Lake from a distance.After a while, he took out a porcelain bottle and spread the contents on both sides of the machete blade.

He looked up at the position of the moon, guessing that the time was almost there, sighed softly, put the scimitar back into its sheath, and like a light water bird, swept towards the building with candlelight.

The author says:

Happy New Years Eve, cuties!The new year is full of power!