subordinates dare not

Everything after that was as Bian Qingyu expected, and Wei Chuge never came to see him again. Except for the incident of Yu Qiran, there was no accident for the time being, and everything else was proceeding in an orderly manner according to the plan.

Half a year later, on a certain day, the owner of the Palace of No Days suddenly died in the wilderness. Most of the killers of the Palace of No Days died in Huangquan, and the rest of them disappeared. Killing pays for life and karma.

When Bian Qingyu got the news, he sat face-on in the narrow and dark study with no expression on his face to deal with the affairs of the head. Bian Qingyu only briefly read the information from his subordinates before throwing it into the censer and burning it to ashes , On the second day, Bian Qingyu waited for a letter from Meng Fuyuan, with a few words and only one meaning. What is their next plan?

Because of the case of the sudden death of the palace owner of the Wuzhou Palace, the ingenuity is that the Wuzhou Palace is located outside the Jianghuai border, and does not belong to the jurisdiction of the alliance of the three northern factions in Lingzhao. There are countless people here, and the master of Linghao Pavilion has been trained for many years, and one thing more is worse than one thing less, so Bian Qingyu is not worried that Linghao Pavilion will choose to take the lead in investigating the case, unless someone puts the matter to rest Make trouble to Linghao Pavilion.What's more, according to the intelligence of the eyeliner, the heads of the three sects of Linghao Pavilion, Beiqi Sect and Zhaoyuan Temple have not moved at all.

Meng Fuyuan also understands this truth, knowing that the case of Wuzhou Palace does not require the two of them to bother with the funeral, so he wrote to ask about the next plan.

Bian Qingyu then took a pen and wrote down - all the demonic sect forces that I can determine have been resolved, and I plan to continue to track down the demon sect's branch forces. I wonder if there is any relevant news from the owner?

Meng Fuyuan's reply letter was quickly sent back by Mu Goshawk - if the head of Bian believed in ghosts and gods, he might be able to find the answer in the prophecy of the Celestial Clan.

Bian Qingyu had told him many secrets before, so Meng Fuyuan also felt that he had nothing to hide, so he clearly stated in the letter that he only carried a few seemingly important books about the prophecy of the Celestial Human Race, and the rest were the books that recorded the prophecy Most of them stayed in Wuwei Villa. I am afraid that there are important clues that were missed before, so he wanted to go back to the villa to find out. He also said that it would take time and effort to send letters, so he invited Bian Qingyu to go to Wuwei Villa together.

Bian Qingyu readily accepted.

The two rounded up at Zhulin Xiaozhu.

It was a sunny day in August.

Meng Fuyuan and Bian Qingyu were sitting in a carriage. Meng Fuyuan was restrained and calm, while Bian Qingyu liked to be quiet and not noisy. So the scene can be imagined. The two of them were doing their own things, as if Strangers who met by chance.

Outside the car, someone whispered——

Lu Jiu looked lonely and worried, "Brother, I heard that something happened to the Wuzhou Palace. I remember the owner once said that the Jianghu sect that Yang Qi went to is the Wuzhou Palace..."

Fu Ba hurriedly turned his head and lowered his voice when he heard the words, "Stop talking, and be careful not to be heard by the owner."

Lu Jiu woke up suddenly, so she kept silent, but she was still a little absent-minded.

His gaze was slightly confused towards the endless sky, looking far away, there was no cloud in the sky, and tired birds were flying fast, not knowing where to go.

He suddenly recalled that when he first left the rivers and lakes two years ago, he took almost the same road. He wandered for two or three years and then came back.

But things are different.

Even though there was a saddle to absorb the shock, Lu Jiu still frowned because of the bumps and discomfort. The shadow cast by the green trees shrouded Lu Jiu, and his ghost lingered.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and he rode on the horse for a long time absent-mindedly, his vision was still blank until——

A black shadow flashed in front of him, eight assassins, all wearing black gauze caps, surrounded the carriage.

Lu Jiu's first reaction was not to draw his sword to take precautions. He actually lost his mind once in a while. He thought, it was a coincidence that he met the assassin when he left the village, and saw the assassin again when he returned. It was like a reincarnation.

At the moment when he lost his mind, the sharp arrow in the front assassin's hand shot towards the wall of the carriage, halfway into it, Bian Qingyu in the carriage suddenly raised his eyes, shook his left hand, and forcibly eliminated the force on the tip of the sword with the palm of his hand.

So the arrow tip stopped three fingers away from the throat.

Bian Qingyu said softly: "Come and kill me."

Meng Fuyuan was startled, and suddenly looked into Bian Qingyu's eyes.

Outside the car, everyone reined in their horses and stopped, Huo Yi got off his horse and pulled out his rainbow drink, "Who is presumptuous?"

The visitor didn't answer, but instead raised his hand as a gesture, and the assassins moved closer to the wall of the car.

Huo Yi understood the principle of capturing the thief first, so he kept a close eye on the leader, took a few steps and turned around, and was already fighting and entangled with that person.

Although melee combat requires both strength and speed, it also requires surprise. Huo Yi brought out his tried and tested sword technique before. This sword technique focuses on the flexible changes of the sword tip. The method, which seems clumsy, is actually effective, and that is to ignore the sword move and hit the opponent's elbow directly, because when the sword is in contact with the spirit, the elbow is the most fragile——

The next moment, a sharp pain came from his elbow, and Huo Yi was startled. How could he know the only way to break it?

A terrifying thought flashed through Huo Yi's heart, has he ever learned this set of sword skills?

The sound of clanging weapons resounded through the sky, sharp arrows flew wildly, and birds and beasts frightened away.

The wind whines, the branches and leaves rustle.

After the curtain was drawn, Meng Fuyuan was shocked in his heart, but calm on his face, "How do you know that they are here to kill you?"

Bian Qingyu tore off a piece of white cloth from his outer shirt, wrapped it leisurely in his palm, with a faint cold smile on his lips, "It's just a guess, not sure."

Seeing that it would be inconvenient for Bian Qingyu to try to tie the knot with one hand, Meng Fuyuan sat closer and helped him complete the last step of bandaging, "If it's here to kill you, who do you think it is?"

"Thank you, the owner." Bian Qingyu first turned his wrist twice with a casual smile, and found that the other party's bandage was very firm and would not fall apart. "The owner's bandaging technique is really good."

Meng Fuyuan didn't care about these compliments, he just pretended he didn't hear them. He was more concerned about the assassin's purpose and identity at the moment, so he persisted in asking: "Who do you think the assassin is?"

Bian Qingyu raised his eyes, this time, he didn't talk about him from left to right, his lips fluttered, and he spit out two words lightly.

Meng Fuyuan's pupils constricted when he heard this.

Outside the car window, Huo Yi took advantage of the unexpected, and the tip of the sword cut through the black veil, leaving a bloodstain on the opponent's face, the veil was crumbling, and finally fell into the dust——

"Yang Qi?!"