The sudden sound made Tongming and the old man tremble.
The two of them suddenly looked around.
Under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng was dressed in white and standing spotlessly not far away.
Ye Gucheng looked at Tongming.
He had seen Tongming, even though he had only seen it from a distance, and even though Tongming had his face covered at the time, he could still recognize it.
"Ye Gucheng!"
Tongming was shocked and turned pale.
Ye Gucheng, the name itself is like the edge of a sword, cold and sharp.
Tongming couldn't help but take two steps back.
The old man in black was also frightened and inexplicable.
At this time, Ye Gucheng was only three feet away from them.
If Ye Gucheng hadn't spoken out, they wouldn't have noticed anything unusual.
Tongming and the old man in black looked at each other with a dark and gloomy look in their eyes.
One of them holds a short sword, and the other holds a long sword.
Suddenly there was a loud sound of wind, and swords and swords shot out towards Ye Gucheng.
The sword is on top, the knife is on the bottom, stabbing and sweeping, carrying a sharp edge and terrifying murderous intent.
They knew that Ye Gucheng was very strong, and they believed that they were definitely no match for Ye Gucheng, but they had to take action because Ye Gucheng saw their true colors.
Especially the old man in black, he must not reveal his identity.
Ye Gucheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and at this moment, his sword was unsheathed.
The sword light flashed, the white clothes fluttered, and they collided with two black figures.
Ding ding~~
There were two crisp sounds, and three people passed by each other.
A short knife flew out several feet, and was stuck diagonally on the ground under the dim night.
The blade of the sword broke, shot out, and disappeared without a trace.
Tongming looked at the dagger next to him, his eyes flashing.
The old man looked at the broken sword in his hand with a serious expression.
Just a sword!
Let them both lose their weapons!
Such means are unimaginable to them.
They originally thought that the two of them would have a chance to defeat Ye Gucheng together, but in the end, they were completely defeated with just one sword strike.
The two looked at each other.
"You can't kill us!"
The old man in black said in a deep voice.
"Why?" Ye Gucheng asked.
"We are from the East Palace!" The old man in black looked at Ye Gucheng with cold eyes.
"So what?" Ye Gucheng asked.
"Killing me is like making the entire East Palace an enemy, and making the entire Dali an enemy!"
The old man in black threw away the broken sword in his hand and said, "I know you are from the South China Sea!"
"If you are willing to join Dali, I will recommend you to the prince."
If you can't beat him, then win him over.
As long as Ye Gucheng is willing to surrender to the East Palace, everything will no longer be a problem.
But his wooing made Ye Gucheng feel a little funny.
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Ye Gucheng said coldly.
The old man in black's old face trembled slightly, obviously his efforts to win over were of no use.
Failure to win over means that he has no way out.
The next moment.
Suddenly a half-foot-long dagger appeared in his hand. The dagger flew and stabbed, emitting a heart-stopping cold light.
Although it is not as sharp as when using the long sword before, the ice-cold killing intent is actually even better.
The exquisite technique and extremely fast flying thrust made Ye Gucheng's eyes light up.
Seeing a novel sword technique, he was like a child seeing a novel toy, feeling indescribable excitement and joy.
He waited until the old man in black's dagger stabbed him in front of him before he took action with his sword.
The swordsmanship used by the old man in black is extremely exquisite. Although it is just a flying stab, his wrist is constantly changing, and he can change the method and angle of the attack at any time.
If Ye Gucheng just used his sword to block at this time, not only would he not be able to block the flying stab, but he would also fall into the trap of the old man in black.
At the same time, the sword intention of the old man in black also changed. The sword intention that was originally sharp and sharp now became extremely restrained, subtle, and unexpected.
It is somewhat similar to Mo Yan's artistic conception.
But Ye Gucheng finally took action.
Because he had already seen the flaw in the old man in black. Although there was only one flaw, it was enough for Ye Gucheng.
His sword flashed, and with just one stroke, it pierced the throat of the old man in black.
The sword tip was still stained with blood, and the icy cold wind blew, and crystal blood drops dripped from the sword tip.
The old man in black froze. He still held the dagger in his hand and maintained the flying thrust posture. A look of fear slowly appeared in his cold eyes.
He looked at Ye Gucheng who was right in front of him. He was dressed in white and the collar on his chest was embroidered with golden texture.
Ye Gucheng stared at the sword's edge, with a feeling of loneliness and desolation in his eyes.
"This kind of swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, but it's a pity that you can't seem to bring out all its subtleties."
He sighed suddenly.
Dang~~
The dagger fell.
The body of the old man in black collapsed on the ground, scarlet blood oozing out from his throat and dyeing the frozen land red. The cold moonlight fell, entangled with the scarlet, reflecting the full brilliance, alluring and cold.
.
A gust of cold wind blew in, bringing with it the icy coldness of winter, but the ice could not stop or blow away the bloody smell that was spreading.
Suddenly Ye Gucheng disappeared.
Under the dim night, it seemed that a human figure was flickering, flying lightly on the cold ground.
There are two figures, but the two figures seem to be stuck together. The person behind is like the shadow of the person in front.
The figure flickered, then suddenly disappeared, and there was a sound of clothes being picked up by the wind.
A hundred feet away.
The brightness suddenly stopped.
A pale sword edge lay across his throat.
He stood on the cold ground, and the cold breath penetrated along his legs and into his heart.
He panted slightly, and in just this moment, he seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, which exhausted his mind.
His face is soft and smooth, but looking at his face, no one would even think that he is over sixty years old.
Big beads of sweat broke out from his forehead. Suddenly, he seemed to have aged more than ten years.
The dim eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness.
"Why?"
"Hmm~" Ye Gucheng looked at him.
"Why do you want to kill us?" Tongming asked.
Ye Gucheng slowly took back his sword and said, "Your Highness is my master!"
His bright eyes widened, and his unwillingness and despair turned into shock and disbelief.
"impossible!"
He naturally knew that the His Highness Ye Gucheng was talking about was Qin Wei, and it was precisely because of Qin Wei that he felt it was impossible.
"You can take refuge in the East Palace, why can't I take refuge in His Highness!" Ye Gucheng said lightly.
Tongming's face became distorted, and he said sternly: "The reason why I took refuge in the East Palace~"
His voice suddenly stopped, and his distorted face miraculously returned to calm.
"Manpukuji Temple!"
He murmured softly.
Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly, he was not interested in Tongming matters.
Tongming is not a sword user either, and is far less interesting than the flying stab move of the old man in black.
He reached out and pinched Tongming's neck, and Tongming suddenly felt dizzy.
Although he did not lose consciousness, he felt as if he had collapsed and lost all his strength.
"You want to take me to see Prince Xin'an!"
"That's right!"
"I don't want to go!"
"I have the final say!" Ye Gucheng carried him like a sack to the body of the old man in black.
Then, he carried the two of them and flew towards the majestic city wall in the distance.
On the city wall, Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood together.
"Uncle Yan, why don't you help Senior Ye?"
"What if Senior Ye is no match for those two people?"
"Uncle Yan!"
Situ Qianfeng looked at Uncle Yan dissatisfied.
Uncle Yan's eyes flashed as he looked at the flying figure.
"Do you think Ye Gucheng is not a match for the two of them?"
Situ Qianfeng said: "No, I just~~"
Before he finished speaking, he noticed Ye Gucheng who had already flown up the city wall.
"Senior Ye!"
Ye Gucheng glanced at him, said nothing, and flew directly into the city.
In the dim night, the silver moon is like a hook.
The white clothes fluttered and hunted.
The long sword, dark, long and narrow, ancient, hung on the waist.
Situ Qianfeng looked at the figure flying past, his eyes flashing with bright light.
Uncle Yan couldn't help but sigh when he saw him like this.
He could understand why Situ Qianfeng looked like this, just like when he saw Situ Changkong.
…
Inside the Qingsi Garden.
The assassin left and everything returned to its previous quiet state.
However, Yuwen Chengdu brought a stool and sat in front of Qin Wei's bedroom door. Mo Yan stood in the corner, looking at Yuwen Chengdu from time to time, thoughtfully.
Yuwen Chengdu was an innate warrior, which surprised him.
You must know that these days, he and Yu Wencheng were almost always together. Except when Qin Wei deliberately stayed away from him, he and Yu Wencheng followed Qin Wei almost step by step.
During the Black Cliff Ridge, Yuwen Chengdu took action, and he could be sure that Yuwen Chengdu was a ninth-grade warrior at that time.
But in just a few days, Yuwen Chengdu has broken through to the innate realm!
This surprised and puzzled him.
Sudden.
Mo Yan's expression changed.
The whole person flew out from the corner and landed next to Yuwen Chengdu.
Yuwen Chengdu also stood up suddenly and raised his head with a solemn expression.
The silver moon is like a hook, and the figure in white clothes like snow seems to be shrouded in a layer of radiant light.
"Ye Gucheng!"
Yuwen Chengdu frowned.
"This time I want one hundred thousand taels of silver!"
"I'll pick it up tomorrow!"
Ye Gucheng stood on the roof and said calmly.
Then, he threw the two of them down.
Yuwen Chengdu looked at the two people who landed on the ground, with a flash of light in his eyes.
Mo Yan clenched his dagger and stared at Ye Gucheng.
At this moment, Qin Wei's voice came from the room.
"The king agreed!"
"Thank you!"
Ye Gucheng cupped his hands and then disappeared into the night.
"Yuwen Chengdu, please tidy up!"
In the room, Qin Wei was lying on the bed and said helplessly.
It's like he just had a good sleep.
Wave after wave.
The same goes for Ye Gucheng, so we can’t send it over tomorrow!
He complained in his mind, staring at the curtain above, not even the slightest bit sleepy.
"Here!"
Outside the door, Yu Wencheng responded.
Then he stepped forward to check on Tongming and the old man in black.
The old man in black is dead, but Tongming is not dead yet, but cannot move.
It seemed that Ye Gucheng had sealed the true energy in his body.
After seeing that there was nothing unusual, Yuwen Chengdu nodded to Mo Yan and then began to deal with the two of them.
Mo Yan looked up at the distant pavilion, thoughtfully.
He always felt that something was wrong with Ye Gucheng, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Although Ye Gucheng's action was a bit surprising, there are many people who like to meddle in other people's business. Ye Gucheng's willingness to meddle in other people's business is not unusual.
After thinking for a long time, he finally couldn't figure it out and could only retreat to the side room next to him.
…
On a moonlit night, just after midnight.
Ye Gucheng has returned to the inn and ordered a table of good wine and food in the room.
Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo came to his room.
"Why take action?" Yan Bo looked at Ye Gucheng and asked.
Ye Gucheng ate wine and food, "I want to make some money."
"There are many ways to make money, but there is no need to help Prince Xin'an!" Yan Bo said.
"Prince Xin'an is very generous!" Ye Gucheng said nonchalantly.
"Haha! Exchange an innate warrior for tens of thousands of taels of silver, this is probably the most loss-making business." Uncle Yan laughed.
In the past, it cost hundreds of thousands of taels to kill a ninth-grade warrior in the Blood Clothes Tower, and innate warriors didn't even dare to accept the secret list.
Exchange innate warriors for money!
I guess only Ye Gucheng can do it.
"Are you from Beiyuan City?" Ye Gucheng suddenly asked.
"Um!"
Situ Qianfeng suddenly interrupted: "Senior Ye, do you want to be a guest in our Beiyuan City?"
He looked at Ye Gucheng expectantly.
"Situ Changkong's swordsmanship is superb. I wonder if I can compete with him?" Ye Gucheng asked.
Ye Gucheng knows Beiyuan City and is very interested in Beiyuan City because Beiyuan City is the only one among the six holy places of cultivation in Dali that focuses on swordsmanship.
"Uh!" Situ Qianfeng said with some worry: "Senior Ye has no grudge against our Beiyuan City!"
"No!"
"That's good!" Situ Qianfeng breathed a sigh of relief.
Uncle Yan looked at Situ Qianfeng speechlessly.
Is it necessary to ask this question?
If Ye Gucheng had a grudge against Beiyuan City, could they have stayed with Ye Gucheng for so long?
With Ye Gucheng's temperament, if there was any grudge, they would have become souls killed by the sword.
"The city lord has been in seclusion for several years, but in three months the city lord will be out of seclusion for a few days. If you are interested, you can go to the city lord to have a test at that time." Yan Bo said.
After spending the past few days together, he got to know Ye Gucheng quite well.
Although Ye Gucheng's temperament is cooler, he is not a vicious person.
The reason why he is willing to let Ye Gucheng go to Beiyuan City is that he wants Beiyuan City and Ye Gucheng to have a good relationship, and the other is that he wants to see how strong Ye Gucheng and his own city lord are.