There were also guards in the Xuande Building, but seeing that Song Qingshu was wearing official robes, the guards didn't ask any questions and allowed him to go up to the third floor.

"Sir, what's the matter?" The security on the third floor was even tighter, and two warriors stopped him as soon as he went up.

"I have something urgent to ask Mr. Boyan!" Song Qingshu took out the wat tablet of this Han official. He was a fourth-rank official, which was considered a semi-high official.

The two warriors glanced at each other and said in unison: "If you have anything to say, please tell me and I will report it to you later."

It turned out that these two warriors were the guards brought by Boyan, and were naturally not comparable to the palace guards.

"You two, this matter has something to do with the assassins. I just received a report from my subordinates... It's best that you two don't know about it!" Song Qingshu controlled their psychology and pretended to be mysterious.

The two were silent, but their thoughts were racing in their minds. They knew that since Boyan stepped down, he had been at odds with the new Prime Minister and King Ruyang.

Lord Boyan suppressed King Ruyang back then, but now King Ruyang invites Boyan to a banquet, which is really a strange thing.

Although these two warriors were loyal, they had little knowledge and did not know much about the court.

"If Mr. Boyan takes the initiative in this matter, it will be a great advantage. If you two are delayed, unfortunately, you will have to shoulder the responsibility." Song Qingshu added another fuel to the fire.

When the two warriors heard this, they quickly got out of the way.

Who would have thought that the assassin would wear official robes and sneak into the heavily guarded Xuande Tower?

"Dong dong dong!"

"Who?" came an old voice from inside, accompanied by one or two coughs.

It's him, that's right! Boyan is already over fifty years old.

"Lord Boyan, it's me!"

Listening to the voice outside the door, Boyan, who had gray hair on his temples, frowned. This man's voice was very unfamiliar to him, but why did he look like he was very familiar with him?

Is it me? I know who you are! Although Boyan had already scolded his mother in his heart, he still let him come in to talk. After all, he has been kicked out of his position for many years, and he is still safe and sound just because of his early promotion.

Get up those young people.

Therefore, even though he was disgusted in his heart, he still had to look kind and kind. All the civil and military officials in the Yuan Dynasty thought it was amazing that Boyan was so arrogant and arrogant when he was in power, but after he stepped down, he was as docile as a cat.

"Boyan...Master!"

Song Qingshu closed the door, raised his head, and saw clearly for the first time the appearance of the half-hundred-year-old man sitting on the Grand Master's chair.

Perhaps because of his age, Boyan did not have the strong physique of a Mongolian man, but instead looked a little thin and wretched.

"Which disciple are you from? What do you want to do with me?" Boyan thought that he was an old friend of one of his disciples, so he came to find him.

Song Qingshu was in a daze, he didn't expect that he could succeed so easily.

"Lord Boyan, do you know me?"

Boyan felt a little strange and coughed slightly, wondering who you are and why I know you.

When the man walked up to him, Boyan realized that something was wrong and was about to question him loudly. The gentle official suddenly stretched out a hand and touched the back of his neck.

Boyan wanted to shout loudly, but found that he could not make a sound at all.

"It was the first time I tapped someone's dumb acupuncture point, and I didn't expect that one shot would penetrate the soul." Song Qingshu thought to himself, and thanks to the medical books left by Hu Qingniu, he had a deeper understanding of various acupoints on the human body.

This allowed him to use a little internal force and easily tap Boyan's mute point.

"You must be curious about who I am, right?" Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Yes, I am the assassin. You may also ask, who sent me to assassinate you, right?"

Song Qingshu thought it was a bit ridiculous. According to his original plan, he would simply kill Boyan and then quickly escape from the palace.

But when he really faced the culprit who killed his mother, he couldn't help but say these words. It seemed that if he killed him directly without telling the truth, revenge would be meaningless.

"I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect, and my name is Song Qingshu."

Boyan's eyes suddenly widened and he muttered something, but Song Qingshu didn't give him a chance.

"My father is Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Sect... Do you know why?" Song Qingshu paused, but did not get the expression he wanted from Boyan's face.

After a brief period of shock, he quickly regained his composure. Song Qingshu didn't know why he could be so magnanimous and calm when facing death, but he didn't intend to know the reason.

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded. I believe I am not the only one who wants to kill you, right?" Song Qingshu said, taking out a bag of white powder from his arms.

"This is a good thing someone gave me. I believe that after convincing me, it will feel like being eaten by thousands of insects." Song Qingshu said, holding Boyan's mouth.

Boyan's eyes showed fear at this moment, and he struggled to get up from the chair, but Song Qingshu tapped his acupuncture points and he couldn't move.

"Enjoy it!" Song Qingshu poured the entire bag of powder into Boyan's mouth, then picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a lot of wine into his mouth to help him swallow the poison.

This packet of poison was given to him by Huang Qingpeng, who was brought in hidden in his dance skirt.

Boyan's face was distorted, he foamed at the mouth quickly, his eyes almost bulged out, and his cheeks were twitching constantly.

This face looks more like a ghost now.

Song Qingshu shook his head, stopped staying, opened the window and climbed out. The third floor was more than 20 meters high, so he could only climb down layer by layer along the eaves.

"grown ups!"

After a while, the voice of a warrior came from Boyan's room, followed closely by the wanted voice of the palace guards.

"Capture the assassin!"

The guards downstairs had already surrounded Xuande Tower, as if they had been prepared for it.

Song Qingshu stood on the eaves of the first floor, knowing that he could only fight his way out. Then with the force of his leap, he knocked over a guard with one punch, grabbed the steel knife from his hand, and used his inner strength

With several consecutive blows, all the surrounding guards were chopped down to the ground.

Dozens more guards arrived, but they were all low-level warriors, only better than ordinary people. Song Qingshu stabbed the sword hard, slashing the tiger to the wind. The sword was deadly, one guard per sword. Killing one person in one step, he arrived at the outskirts of Xuande Tower.

By then, there were corpses lying everywhere behind him.

The guards knew that this was a master who was not something they could handle. However, as none of the masters from the palace were present at this time, they had no choice but to attack. However, all the guards were wary and stared at Song Qingshu warily, then slowly backed away.

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"Huh!" Suddenly there was a sound of horse hoofbeats, and a young man wearing a royal blue silk shirt was seen galloping towards him. When he approached the guard team, he made a beautiful roundabout stance, and with a pair of heroic and a little bit of heroic spirit,

Charming eyes stared at Song Qingshu.

"It's a woman disguised as a man." Song Qingshu glanced at her breasts unconsciously and noticed a slight bulge. Who else in the palace has such good looks and likes to dress up as a man, besides that person?

"It's that little girl from Zhao Min!" Song Qingshu thought to himself, now the two heroines are here.

It's just that at this time, Zhao Min was already sixteen years old and basically looked like a beauty, while Zhou Zhiruo was still a little girl.

Following Zhao Min was another rider on horseback. He was a Toutuo with long hair and shawl. He was tall and had scars all over his face. His original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

He was about to dismount and capture Song Qingshu, but Zhao Min stopped him.

"Master Ku, this person asked me to come!"

With the crisp words, Zhao Min jumped onto the field with a quick move, holding a sharp sword in his hand, pointing directly at Song Qingshu.

"If you can block my three swords, I will spare your life!"

Song Qingshu was stunned. He had seen crazy people before, but never such crazy people.

He was worried that if he faced Kutoutuo, he would be in trouble, but he didn't expect that Zhao Min would take the initiative to confront him?

No, isn't he wearing a human skin mask? Could it be that even the human skin mask can't stop his handsomeness? Did he attract Zhao Min this time?
Chapter completed!