"It's a really good sword." The man in black blurted out, "The sword skills are also good."
"Thank you." Sima Xichen smiled slightly, glanced at Ye Fan beside him, and whispered, "Don't be distracted at this time. This man's martial arts is not low, so you should be careful."
Ye Fan's face turned red. How could this happen? He knew that there was no possibility for the two of them, but he still couldn't let go. "I'm sorry, I -"
"It's okay." Sima Xichen said gently, "I bumped into you just now. Are you okay?"
Ye Fan shook his head.
The two of them looked at the men in black surrounding them.
"Okay, if you want to take our lives, please do it." Sima Xichen stood side by side with Ye Fan, with a calm face and a smile.
"Come on!" the leader of the men in black said in a deep voice. Several men in black immediately jumped up and surrounded him.
Sima Xichen and Ye Fan looked at each other, and Sima Xichen said softly: "Be careful."
Because Ye Fan was dressed as Fan Ye, he carried the Liuyun Sword with him. Although he changed into women's clothing, he still carried the sword with him. At this time, after hearing what Sima Xichen said, he immediately drew the sword in his hand. It is strange to say that there were two swords in his hand.
The sword suddenly appeared at the same time, and I felt a breeze blowing on my face, as if I could feel the clouds moving with the wind, which was refreshing.
"What a sword!" The man in black said softly, with no hint of admiration in his voice.
"Are you Murong Ze?!" Ye Fan suddenly said, "If I heard it right, you should be the new martial champion of this dynasty. Wen Zhuangyuan is Lord He's beloved son, and this martial champion is Murong Ze. Listen to me
My father said that he was appointed by the emperor as the commander of the imperial guards."
The man in black was stunned and blurted out: "Miss Ye, you have good hearing. I only heard that Prince Ye's three daughters are beautiful. I didn't expect that Miss Ye has such abilities. It turns out that she has martial arts."
Ye Fan smiled lightly and said: "I only heard your voice once very occasionally. After you became the top scholar in martial arts, you came to Prince Ye's Mansion to visit my father. I overheard you say a few words. Listen to
You are very angry, so you have an impression."
"Yes." Murong Ze said with a smile, his voice then dropped, and he said calmly, "It's just that I have the emperor's orders now, so I have to bring your two heads to see the emperor."
"That depends on whether you have the ability." Ye Fan said coldly, "I now deeply hate everyone related to the emperor, so you are no exception."
Murong Ze handed over the sword in his hand, and Sima Xichen smiled slightly and said: "Brother, you have good sword skills. It seems unintentional, but it actually hides mysteries." As he said this, the tip of the sword was light, like a sudden spring breeze, and Murong Ze just dodged.
, but bumped into Ye Fan's sword and stabbed straight into his chest. Murong Ze's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly retreated, but felt a chill on his back. The Qingfeng Sword was quietly waiting for him.
Murong Ze sweated on his forehead, closed his eyes, and thought in his heart: I will definitely die today.
Sima Xichen stopped Ye Fan's sword-holding hand and said gently: "Brother, your swordsmanship is good." After saying that, he casually knocked down the other men in black, looked at Murong Ze in front of him, and said: "Brother,
You can open your eyes."
Murong Ze was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes, looked at the two people in front of him, and took off the black cloth on his face. He was a man about twenty-seven or eighty years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a righteous look on his face. "Thank you both.
The grace of killing.”
Sima Xichen smiled slightly and said: "It turns out that the emperor is not completely unprepared. He has also cultivated some useful talents. Brother, I'm afraid your trip this time was ordered by the emperor himself."
Murong Ze nodded and said: "Yes, it was indeed arranged by the emperor himself to let us come and kill the two of you."
Sima Xichen nodded and suddenly slapped Murong Ze with his palm.
"You——" Murong Ze felt his chest was tight, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.
"Why did you kill him?" Ye Fan was stunned and felt that Sima Xichen was really cruel. The other party had given up the plan to kill them. Why did Sima Xichen still want to kill him?
"Sorry." Sima Xichen smiled faintly and said to Murong Ze, "Brother, I'm really sorry. I have tapped the acupoints of several other people. They can't hear or see anything at this time. You don't have to worry.
If you go back like this, the emperor will naturally not spare you. If you are injured, considering that I am the young master of Aolin Villa, he should not make things difficult for you. This palm of mine will only make your chest feel tight. Rest for an hour.
It’ll be okay, it won’t hurt you.”
Only then did Murong Ze understand that Sima Xichen not only did not kill him, but also planned to save him. Sima Xichen was right. If he went back now, he would probably not be able to explain. But after being injured, the emperor would naturally think of Ao.
The people of Linshan Villa are highly skilled in martial arts.
He originally came to kill them, why did they save him?
"Why do you want to save me?" Murong Ze asked in confusion.
Sima Xichen smiled lightly and said, "Is this strange? We have no grudges against you, so why should we kill you?"
Ye Fan was relieved. Just now she really thought Sima Xichen was going to kill Murong Ze.
Sima Xichen opened the acupuncture points of several men in black underground and said coldly: "You all should leave, lest I regret letting you go after this time."
Several men in black looked at each other, no one dared to say no. They didn't even know how their acupuncture points were tapped or how they were unlocked. They only saw a look of pain on their leader's face.
, covering his chest, he seemed to be seriously injured, so naturally no one could say anything.
Several people left in embarrassment.
"This man is good at martial arts, but it's a pity that he follows such a useless emperor." Sima Xichen sighed, "If your brother can reuse these useful talents, the country will be prosperous and the people will be strong, but it's a pity-"
Ye Fan didn't say a word, looking at the night in front of him, speechless.
"Miss Ye, don't think so much. Get some rest early. I'm afraid the emperor will send someone to investigate tomorrow." Sima Xichen said softly.
"Yeah." Ye Fan nodded, turned and left.
Sima Xichen quietly looked at Ye Fan's leaving figure, with indescribable helplessness in his eyes. Whenever he saw Ye Fan, he felt indescribably sad. This feeling started from the very beginning when he met Ye Fan.
It planted a root in my heart, but I couldn't see it. I thought in my heart, but I saw it, but I was sad.
If she had known this, she would not have chosen her as the target of revenge. In fact, it was Ye Fan's parents who hurt her parents. What does it have to do with her?
In the early morning, Ye Fan got up early. He didn't sleep well last night, and his face was a little pale. Under the morning light, his skin looked whiter and more delicate, and his eyes were deeper, but his eyes were a little melancholy, and there was a bit of sadness hidden between his eyebrows. He was dressed in plain clothes, and his eyes were deeper.
She is not stained by dust, and a plain flower is stuck on her black hair, which makes her whole body delicate and frail, which is pitiful.
There is an endless stream of people coming to worship, coming in and out.
Sima Xichen also wore plain clothes, which made him look like jade and made him look extraordinary.
"Miss, there is a girl named Shang outside who wants to see you." Xiaolian walked in and said softly.