Below, there is a Persian businessman and a group of swordsmen in black, assisting the old man in gray.
This group of black-clothed swordsmen were neatly arranged and looked well-trained, not like a motley crew.
But even so, after a hundred breaths of fighting, Liu Fu still gradually fell downwards, finding it difficult to resist.
"Something's wrong."
Xie Lingjiang suddenly frowned.
"What am I doing? Do I want to kill the enemy quickly or protect Uncle Li's family? At present, Wei Shaoxuan and others have not come back. It should be because they have not caught anyone. This is good news, but if I delay here, I will have an advantage.
so what?"
Ever since she stayed with a certain cheap senior brother for a long time, she was used to thinking more before and after encountering problems.
call out!
With a flash of sword light, the woman in red clothes seemed to suddenly rise up, scaring off the lame steward.
The next moment.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly pulled away, turned around and ran away. It was actually a feint attack and left the battlefield.
But unexpectedly, Liu Fu, who had been passively accepting the attack until now, his hair and beard spread out, his eyes filled with crimson aura, and he rushed forward, delaying Xie Lingjiang's footsteps.
When Xie Lingjiang saw this, she still didn't know that these people were half-truths and half-falsities just now, allowing her to fight smoothly, deliberately delaying the time, and even did not hesitate to cost the lives of the black-clothed swordsmen.
Xie Lingjiang's pretty face was filled with anger, and she struck out with a sword in her backhand, preparing to drive away this sticky candy.
At this moment, in a sunny place on the southeast side, a beam of sunlight reflected from a mirror suddenly shone and stung her eyes.
It looks like the light of a sword.
Xie Lingjiang squinted her eyes and turned her head to look, but she didn't see the person holding the mirror. However, another scene to the southeast made her suddenly break out in a cold sweat:
A group of black-clothed swordsmen were lying on the roof on the southeast side. Behind them, there were people carrying a large amount of dogwood and mugwort onto the roof. There were piles of dogwood and mugwort, and some people even took out fire breakers and seemed to be ready to light them.
Looking closely, it is not just the roofs here. In the direction of the southeast wind, there are many swordsmen in black unknowingly climbing up on several roofs, preparing to light the dogwood and mugwort.
She just had to wait for the southeast wind to blow, and the pungent odor generated by the burning of these dogwood and mugwort would completely cover the square in front of the palace where she and Liu Fu had just fought.
Confucian Qi practitioners, among the many "Qi" in the world, are closest to the wind and wind. The clear wind is known as the awe-inspiring Qi, and the spicy and dry Qi is the most restrained to the wind and wind.
This is especially true for Xie Lingjiang, who is a seventh-grade book translator. Being in an open area with clear breeze, the spiritual energy flows more smoothly.
What a cruel thought. Among these black-clad swordsmen there must be people from the military, or in other words, these are a group of private soldiers raised by the Wei family!
Xie Lingjiang was almost convinced, because this was one of the methods that the army or other imperial force machines had figured out to compete with the Confucian Qi practitioners!
After receiving an inexplicable reminder, Xie Lingjiang was covered in cold sweat. Without saying a word, he threw away Liu Fu and walked out of the square in front of the palace looking a little embarrassed.
She jumped onto several rooftops on the southeast side, and among the black-clad swordsmen, she handed over her sword with a cold face.
Swish, brush, brush—!
There was a flash of cold light, and the black-clothed swordsmen, who were about to set fire to their anger, fell down in a row, and the others also scattered like birds and beasts.
Xie Lingjiang escaped from the encirclement.
Below, Liu Fu, Boss Li and others, who were about to take out wet cloths to cover their mouths and noses, suddenly became furious.
"Crazy girl, don't run away!"
Liu Fu chased him to the roof.
Xie Ling ignored Jiang and snorted to avoid it. He jumped on several rooftops and ran towards the southeast.
Liu Fu wanted to chase, but the next second, during the pursuit, he had just landed on the roof of the main hall. He glanced a few feet away from him and saw a girl in a Wu skirt, holding a sword and tilting her head, looking at him quietly.
The lame butler's dead souls appeared in great numbers. If he hadn't seen it with his naked eyes, his sense as a seventh-grade Qigong practitioner wouldn't even be able to detect this strange girl.
Just as it was delivered to the door, the mute girl in Wu skirt hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand over her shoulder.
boom--!
There was a loud noise that shattered the roof, and the lame steward's figure flew out of the roof and fled desperately.
Boom!
A skinny arm fell heavily on the black tiles at the feet of the mute woman.
The sword on her back has long been sheathed.
Liu Fu covered his broken arm with his hands and fled from the roof with a look of surprise on his face.
"It's a Yue girl! Let's go!"
On the roof twenty feet away, a man in red clothes stopped hesitantly and looked back with a frown.
Xie Lingjiang watched the panicked backs of Liu Fu, Boss Li and others disappear from sight, then turned his head slightly and looked at the familiar figure of a girl carrying a sword.
The mute Xiu Niang, wearing a Wu skirt, happened to be standing on the roof of Sanhuiyuan where someone lived, holding a bunch of men's clothes in her hand.
If you look carefully, you will find that the clothes in her hand belong to a young county magistrate, and they were suddenly "knitted" by the white-haired maid not long ago and given to him.
But for some unknown reason, it appeared in Sanhuiyuan of Donglin Temple, and now it has returned to the hands of the mute embroiderer.
Noticing Xie Ling Jiang's curious eyes from afar, the embroiderer clasped her clothes tightly and hid them behind her back.
Xie Lingjiang sheathed her sword and clasped her fists sternly: "Thank you, girl, for reminding me just now!"
The embroiderer looked at her and nodded.
"It's fate..."
The girl in the Wu skirt looked a little introverted and shy. Xie Ling Jiang Xin said, looking around, her tone was hesitant:
"The girl happens to be here too? We just met at the foot of the mountain, and now we meet here again..."
Xie Lingjiang noticed that on the roof in front of her, the girl whom she felt so close to suddenly lowered her head, her ears turning red.
"That's not what I meant." Xie Lingjiang quickly explained: "I didn't say you were following me. Don't misunderstand me, girl. Of course you are not a bad person. Otherwise, how could you have saved me just now and... helped me with the sword?"
The embroiderer raised her head and glanced at this noble lady of the Xie family with some embarrassment.
In fact, she was not wrong in her suspicion.
The embroiderer indeed followed her up the mountain to look for someone.
Because...the embroiderer can't find him.
Just following some clues along the way, she went to Sanhui Yuan where Ouyang Rong stayed.
On the waist behind the embroiderer's back, the little hands holding the clothes were tightly clenched.
She missed it again and wondered where he had gone. The traces she had left before she left disappeared one by one, and now there was not much trace of his breath.
On the roof, the little Yue girl in Wu skirt who had sneaked out raised her head and glanced at the sky above her head.
The rich aroma of incense accumulated over many years has made Dagushan a natural dark room in the eyes of Qi practitioners, covering up too many traces of scent.
Even the embroiderer can walk brightly in the sun without having to hide or worry about the sect and senior sisters catching her.
Xie Lingjiang didn't know the lingering thoughts of the girl in the Wu skirt in front of her. Her eyes fell on the broken arm at the embroiderer's feet. After looking at it for a while, she came closer and said with bright eyes:
"The way you are dressed...are you a female cultivator from Yunmeng Jianze?"
The embroiderer was lost in thought and made a soft "hmm" sound with her nose.
Xie Lingjiang immediately started talking:
"You were also attracted by the news of the Liu family forging a tripod sword? You should be right. Yunmeng Jianze is just upstream. By the way, do you know Zhao Qingxiu, the Yue virgin of the Lady Queen Palace?"
The embroiderer nodded shyly, then shook her head.
"What do you mean, we know her but not familiar with her?" Xie Lingjiang was immediately curious, "Then what does she look like?"
The embroiderer's little face showed a look that was about to speak but was hesitant to speak, and finally converged into a universal word: "Huh?"
Xie Ling Jiang Fuzhi came to his mind and realized, "You can't speak...but can you understand?"
The embroiderer opened her mouth slightly and nodded: "Yeah."
Xie Lingjiang looked apologetic:
"Yunmeng is indeed a strange woman. By the way, are you looking for someone?
"Then you must have come to the wrong place. This is Dagushan. The sword furnace for making the tripod sword is in Xiaogushan on the other side of the mountain at the foot of the county. When I passed there, I saw your Yunmeng Jianze queen-level Yuenu.
We are competing for the tripod sword with the Qi practitioners invited by the Liu family."
Xie Lingjiang revealed with a serious expression, but Xiu Niang said softly "Oh" and still did not move. She turned her head and looked at the surrounding Buddhist temples.
Xie Lingjiang was about to leave. He hesitated and asked:
"Girl, if I have the opportunity to visit Yunmeng Jianze next time, can you introduce Zhao Qingxiu to me?"
The embroiderer tilted her head and looked confused.
Xie Lingjiang said frankly: "I've wanted to know her for a long time."
Seeing the mute girl in Wu Qun's face looking troubled, Xie Lingjiang explained:
"Don't get me wrong, it's not a personal grudge. It's just that when I was studying and practicing Qi, my father always mentioned Zhao Qingxiu. I knew he was trying to suppress my arrogance, but I always felt like he was like someone else's child.
"But looking at it, among his peers, Zhao Qingxiu is indeed the most famous in the world of Tiannan. However, it can't be said that he has a lucky birth. He is born with a higher starting point than a virgin, which is a bit dissatisfying. But the girl can rest assured, don't worry, she only competes with words and does not use force.
"
The embroiderer nodded quickly, "Yeah!"
Seeing her silly and cute expression, Xie Lingjiang paused and spoke in a more friendly tone:
"Are you a fellow disciple who is not familiar with her, so you can't agree to it? It doesn't matter, we'll talk about it when the time comes. I can't leave right now. Senior Brother is here..."
Having said this, Xie Lingjiang's expression dimmed, all the brilliance disappeared from his eyes, and he looked around blankly.
The embroiderer also looked around and said softly "ah".
Xie Lingjiang jumped to a sandy ground, picked up a wooden stick with his toes and handed it out, his tone a little disappointed: "What do you want to ask, if you can read, can you write it down? I also have something urgent, and I have to leave quickly."
The embroiderer lowered her head, not daring to face her.
Xie Lingjiang waited for a while but received no answer. Looking into the mute girl's eyes, she suddenly said: "Actually, I know you."
The mute woman's body was tense.
Xie Ling Jiang said to Xiu Niang, who had a nervous face: "Last time the water rose in Yunmengze, my senior brother came to the rescue at Di Gong Gate. At the critical moment, did you pass by the gate dam and use your sword to save people?"
The embroiderer nodded, still looking at her face.
Xie Lingjiang glanced at the slender hand with severed fingers under the sleeve of the mute woman in front of him, and explained:
"Later I heard someone describe your characteristics... Senior brother has a strong sense of responsibility and is hands-on. Thank you very much for your help, girl."
Xie Lingjiang looked sincere and thanked outsiders on behalf of his senior brother.
The mute girl, who was struggling with how to exchange his information with Xie Lingjiang, seemed to have reacted when she heard this. She turned her head sharply and stared upstream of Di Gong Gate.
I saw lines of early warning smoke rising in the mountains upstream.
In Xiu Niang's eyes, she also saw other scenes. She saw that the water vapor above Di Gong Gate was extremely chaotic. It was also one of the few places in Longcheng County that could cover up the traces of his aura.
And with Tanlang's character, right now he...
"Why is the girl sweating all over her forehead?" Xie Lingjiang frowned.
It was difficult for the two girls to communicate with each other. The mute girl who hurried back to Dragon City began to breathe rapidly and turned her head to look north, her eyes full of self-blame and panic.
The embroiderer felt as if she had overlooked the most likely place to go.
Tanlang may be on the precarious Dee Gong Gate!
…
Beitian Alms Home, a small courtyard.
Ouyang Rong didn't know that the two women knew each other at this moment, nor did he know that a certain mute girl was caring.
As soon as he heard the movement of Liu Fu and others in the distance, he immediately put on the mirage mask.
Under the sun, the air was distorted, and some people felt stiff.
"Don't move."
Ouyang Rong's tone was unquestionable, and he put his arms around Li Bao'er's slim waist.
"You are Ouyang..." Li Bao'er reacted, and her face suddenly turned red. Fortunately, the gauze covered her face, but her round, almond-shaped eyes were hard to hide.
Li Guo'er eagerly pushed his arm away with both hands.
Ouyang Rong looked straight ahead, frowned slightly, and said through his teeth: "If you don't want to leave, don't hold back if you stay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative to let go and instead grabbed her wrist, holding it through her sleeve.
The arms of the girl behind him are as slender as bamboo, smooth and warm.
But having her wrist clamped by the man's big hand and having close contact with her was a completely new experience for Li Guo'er.
Her delicate body froze and trembled from time to time. She felt that her limbs were soft and numb, and she felt very uncomfortable. She struggled carefully, but the footsteps outside the hospital were approaching, and Ouyang Rong's grip was even tighter.
Li Baoer puffed his cheeks secretly and gave in temporarily.
And her small movements of struggling and shaking her arms happened to fall into the eyes of Liu Fu, Boss Li and others who rushed into the courtyard.
Has the young master caught up with and tamed the beauty?
Everyone, who was originally frowning, looked at each other and immediately felt relieved, saying that delaying time just now was not in vain.
"What happened to your arm?"
Ouyang Rong took the lead to greet him with a concerned look on his face.
"Sir, this old slave encountered a tough situation. If he accidentally..." Liu Fu burst into tears.
Ouyang Rong listened calmly, frowned slightly, and patted the old man on the shoulder:
"This Xie Lingjiang and that nosy Yue girl are really looking for death. Don't worry, I will take care of them in the future... The Prince of Wei will never treat you badly."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Six!" Liu Fu was moved and vaguely felt that the young master seemed to be a little more friendly.
Li Bao'er's wrist was caught, and the two were very close to each other. She looked down at her wrist and tried to struggle from time to time, trying to pull it out secretly.
But Ouyang Rong's attention was not here. From the corner of his eye, he silently looked at Liu Fu, Boss Li, and the dozen or so swordsmen in black who were following him in the yard.
"Sixth Young Master, why are you the only one here? Where are the others except Princess Li?"
"I'm going after cousin Li Xian, after all..." Ouyang Rong turned his head and smiled at Li Bao'er, who was glaring at him: "Maybe I will take advantage of my father-in-law in the future? I can't be absent."
"Sixth Young Master, why does the courtyard look like this..." Liu Fu and Boss Li looked around with surprise in their eyes.
Ouyang Rong touched the "Wei" sign on his waist with his palm and said with a smile:
"The craftsman did it. As soon as I summoned the sword, there was a blind guy, so I asked him to try the sword. It's a pity that you can't see him. It's all over the floor and can't be pieced together."
"Congratulations, sir, congratulations, sir!"
Someone looked around at the old, young, sick and disabled people huddled in the corner of the courtyard, and didn't think there was anything wrong with these untouchables looking at their young master with fear in their eyes.
At most, they were a little surprised that some of them were looking at them with strange eyes, but for a while, no one cared about the abnormality of these helpless pariahs:
"Master, don't let these blind people affect your mood. Today is a happy day!"
Boss Li and others congratulated one after another, and one of them said harshly:
"Young Master has obtained the sword, and we will protect him. Why don't you go back now and give the Xie family daughter and that Yue girl a surprise?"
"Don't worry, they will fall into my hands sooner or later."
Ouyang Rong said casually, squinting at the seventh-level Qi practitioner with a broken arm in front of him, patting the sword box at his feet with his palm, and showing a kind smile:
"Come on, let me reward you first by looking at something and getting familiar with it."
"What?" Liu Fu and Boss Li looked at each other.
"Of course I want to admire my master's tripod sword."