Volume Three, Wings, Chapter 212, Seeking Existence
After Yan Wuming left Prince Wei's Mansion, he ran around using Qinggong. The people behind him became smaller and smaller one after another. He ran for a long time and passed several blocks in a row. He turned left and right before carefully taking off his guard. Suddenly, he dodged.
I walked into a dark corner, and there was no one around.
In an instant, another person came out, a commoner in coarse cloth, with his head drooped and breathing out his mouth. He put his hands together and put them in each other's left and right sleeves. He walked slowly towards the main street, as if
An ordinary little man in the market who was just about to go home after a tiring day.
The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty naturally required people who could stay up late and get up early in order to ensure continuous supply. At one time, they were mixed among a few people who were sparse but coming and going, and they could no longer be distinguished in the blink of an eye.
"How about it?"
"Back to Your Highness, this Yan Wuming has a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance. He seems to know that someone is following him and has been trying to get rid of us. After a few leaps, he disappeared and no trace of him was found."
"So it seems that this person does have some tricks up his sleeve?"
"In terms of cultivation alone, I'm afraid none of us can be his opponent. I'm afraid this guy is close to the Tongmai realm."
In the darkness, a voice interrupted their conversation, "No, he already is."
Qin Junjue was even more shocked than before, "This man is over thirty years old and has such a level of cultivation. He is an excellent martial arts genius. Why have I never heard of him before?"
"Your Highness, people's names are given by analogy. If this person has never appeared in the world, no one will know about it. It's just~"
"Just what?"
"It's just that, according to my subordinates' understanding of the battle in Tianshan, Yan Wuming had a duel with Seven Killers Fang Xin, and Yan Wuming was defeated."
None of the three people spoke for a while, and the voice in the darkness thought for a moment before saying: "I also heard that Fang Xin is in the ninth level, and was born in the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy. He is very powerful. He was seriously injured and can no longer fight.
He was not strong enough, and Yan Wuming was injured at the time. Judging from the results, it is not impossible to rush to fight Fang Xin because the injury was not healed."
The person who reported the report also remembered something at this moment, and explained: "By the way, Your Highness, my subordinates also remembered it. It seems that Yan Wuming left after half a month of recuperating on Tianshan Mountain. There has been no news since, and the relationship between the injury and the
He was injured again in the ninth-level battle, and he was able to go down the mountain so quickly. It seems that he is indeed close to the Tongmai Realm. It is still very possible to break through to the Tongmai Realm and then take action during this period."
Qin Junjue didn't say much. On this topic, both of them have more say than themselves. Their method is to make the choice that is most beneficial to them after reviewing the information.
"Since he has the strength, he is a fairly reliable helper. He is quite famous among the younger generation in the martial arts world during the Tianshan battle. It is said that Fairy Leng, one of the six young masters, also highly praised him and wanted to cooperate with him.
, maybe it will be better than the extremely vicious and notorious group of Seven Kills."
"Your Highness, do we want the Qisha side?"
"No, it's all business as usual. Seven Kills is our skill on the surface. Yan Wuming is just a chess piece in the dark. Seven Kills shows his strength. After all, Yan Wuming is alone. He must not give up Seven Kills at this time."
"My subordinate understands."
As Yan Wuming walked, he had already changed his identity several times.
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, and finally came to a small yard on the corner of the street.
I quickly opened the door and got in. Inside was an ordinary farmhouse. There was nothing special about the furnishings, furniture, or structure. But there was one place that was extraordinarily different, that is, there was a cellar here.
, hidden so deep that you can’t find it even if you dig a foot into the ground.
Turning on the mechanism, Yan Wuming jumped down, the oil lamp inside was lit, and there were faces on the wooden table!
It's said to be a human face, but when you look closer, it's not. It's just that I don't know what materials to use, and the painted skin is outlined according to the appearance of the human face. It's so lifelike!
Yan Wuming took off the painted leather mask on his face and placed it on the table, finally revealing his true face.
A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, but he does not look older. Perhaps because he has been wearing painted skin for a long time, the skin on his face is unusually better than that of his peers. With proper maintenance, it looks better than that of a man in his twenties and thirties.
People are no different.
This man is none other than the Man with a Thousand Faces!
He regained his clothes, returned to his true self, and ran all the way down the weed-filled path behind the yard.
Xia Tianhe is waiting for his arrival not far away.
"Ying Chen has met the great elder."
"Well, come with me."
The two of them quietly walked through a forest, climbed over a wall, and entered a slightly more luxurious place, which was Feng Yu's Prince Huai's Mansion.
In the bedroom, everyone else who had just finished the discussion had left. Only Feng Yu was still meditating while adjusting his breath. Only he and Xia Xia He knew about the existence of the Thousand Faced Man.
Many people in the Xia family know Yingchen, the Thousand-faced Man, but in the capital and in the world, he may appear as Yan Wuming in the future, or alternate with the real Yan Wuming. This is his
Currently, only two people know about it. Ever since he last pretended to be a princess in Fengming Tower, he has been living in that small farmyard waiting for orders.
"Ying Chen has met His Highness King Huai."
Feng Yu opened his eyes and looked at him, "Get up, how are you tonight?"
"As expected by His Highness, King Wei did send someone to find me. He talked for a long time tonight, hoping that I would cooperate with him. What he said after that was in accordance with what His Highness and Elder Xia had previously ordered. King Wei was indeed in the territory of the Tang Kingdom.
Looking for help, I want to control the world."
"He didn't notice you, did he?"
"King Wei does have many masters under him. In his study, I can always feel a sneaky force staring at me. His cultivation level must be much higher than mine. He also sent people to follow him along the way, but they were all followed by
I got rid of it."
"Well done, what you have to do now is to promise him, and then sometimes you have to hang him up and act aloof, especially pay attention to the relationship with me. He won't need you in a short time.
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"Yes, Your Highness."
"The rest of the time, especially the news about Prince Wei's palace, will be hard on you."
"Your Highness is in trouble. If the Xia family hadn't helped me back then, I think my Ying family would have been ruined long ago. I, Ying Chen, still have some little ability. It's my honor for you to be able to use it, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
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"Are your Ying family still outside?"
"Yes, because he got into trouble back then, he was rescued by the Xia family and moved to the border of Chu State. He has never returned to Tang State."
"Once this matter is over, I will find some way for you to return to Tang Dynasty.
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Do not worry."
"Thank you, Your Highness. I will take my leave now."
Feng Yu did not stay, but just handed him a letter, "This matter is everything I encountered at the Tianshan Martial Arts Conference. It should be all big and small. You should memorize it first. With these
, you should be more confident in your performance."
"That's great. This way everything is foolproof. I will go back and take a closer look."
After Ying Chen left, Xia Tianhe's figure appeared in the room, "Your Highness, it's better to rest early. Even if you are born with meridians, the human body should have its limits."
"Okay, I'm really tired. Grandpa Tian, there should be nothing going on in the capital recently. Let's arrange for a few young disciples of the Xia family to live near Yingchen so that they can take care of them. If anything goes wrong, it's better to notify them and stop them.
, after all, there are many informants in Beijing."
"Your Highness is still considerate."
Early the next morning, Feng Yu's biological clock woke him up, and this became an unchanging rule every day.
In the backyard dedicated to practicing martial arts, Feng Yu performs a set of Jingshen Palm and Jingshen Kicks, especially the Jingshen Kicks. When combined with the Tianluo Footwork, there is indeed an indescribable sense of vibration, which can be used both offensively and defensively.
Can be avoided or approached.
"His Highness's kicking skills and Qinggong skills can be said to be extremely proficient. Even if his cultivation level is better than yours, he may not be able to defeat you. He can't catch up."
"So what? In front of you, what's the difference between me and an ant?"
Xia Xiahe knew every time that he couldn't persuade him. He felt that Feng Yu's practice was really too long. He only had to use his brain to practice the exercises, and he didn't even have any time for entertainment or rest.
"Your Highness, our strength has been accumulated step by step. We are all about to be buried. You should take a look around the world to see how many people can match your cultivation level."
"Everyone has his own choice. The enemies I face will not only be weaker than me. If I had been stronger, Uncle Yan and the others would not be like this."
Xia Tianhe only tried to persuade him when he met her, but he never succeeded anyway. He shook his head and let it go. Just as he was about to leave, Xiaolan ran over here.
They never came to the backyard easily. Most of the rooms and houses were in the front, and there were only a few maids. Feng Yu didn't want them to come to this place where the big men gathered.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, the Queen has sent someone to find you and ask you to come into the palace!"
Feng Yu looked at the out of breath little girl and felt angry and funny.
"Xiaolan, this is my palace, Prince Huai. You are just receiving news and delivering a message. Do you need to be so exhausted from running?"
Xiaolan didn't know that His Highness would suddenly ask such a question, and she really never thought about it.
"Your Highness, Concubine Yu sent someone to deliver a message. Did I do something wrong?"
Looking at that pitiful look, Feng Yu didn't want to say anything. After all, she was just a little girl of sixteen or seventeen.
"You, you have to remember that this is Prince Huai's Mansion, and you are the maid of Prince Huai's Mansion. When outsiders come in, you are half the master. Do you know that it is not the empress who is here in person? What are you doing in such a hurry? You have to walk on your own.
Take your time, do you still want to fly over?"
"Oh, I understand, Your Highness."
Looking at that person who seemed to understand but not understand, Feng Yu shook his head, probably because he didn't understand. The thoughts he had instilled since childhood were too serious and difficult to change.