The evening breeze was blowing in the willows and the night was deep. There were few people sleeping under the moon and stars. There was only sporadic sound of wind in the huge courtyard. A long candle was mostly lit. Lu Hanjiang was overcome by the expected sleepiness. He stood up from his seat and looked at the two The little girl looked like a frightened rabbit, staring at him with two red eyes. It was really penetrating at night.
Xie Konglou lost because he lost, and he misinterpreted the bet, leaving him with two troubles.
The three of them, one big and two small, awkwardly looked at each other four or five steps apart. Lu Hanjiang glanced at the secret in his hand. He couldn't cut it off with a sword, right?
His idea was just a funny joke, but the little girl's reaction was sharp and scary. The maid who was just shivering during the day suddenly seemed to be possessed by a ghost. The dagger in her sleeve It slipped into his hand and flew towards him.
The secret in Lu Hanjiang's hand turned upside down. He used only the scabbard to remove the power of the dagger. He grabbed the maid's neck with his left hand and pressed her to the table. All the tea sets were swept to pieces on the floor. Another The maid screamed and was immediately frightened and fainted.
How could two girls from the same background be trained with such obvious differences? Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes, looked at the maid who was struggling under her, and asked: "You are not from Qingmei Village, who are you?"
"Oh, Xiaoyao Faction, you - uh!"
Lu Hanjiang had no interest in talking nonsense with her, and the strength of his left hand gradually increased. The maid's flushed face gradually began to turn purple, and a look of fear slowly began to appear in her bloodshot eyes. The fingers are as hard as iron, but they can't move even an inch.
"Slow, wait—"
In the face of the persecution of death, all the dignity, persistence, and arrogance of the little maid were like a joke. She was like a dying fish on the beach, and her powerless resistance was meaningless.
"I, I am - I am a disciple of Xuehua Palace!"
After clarifying her identity in one breath, the little maid finally got a chance to breathe. She slipped from the table to the floor, covered her bruised neck and coughed, her curled up body still trembling slightly.
"Xuehua Palace..."
It turned out to be a subordinate of the demonic ice beauty. Lu Hanjiang knelt down and took away the silk handkerchief from the waist of the Xuehua Palace disciple. He wiped his hands and threw it back to her, asking: "Why did Xuehua Palace send you here?" For what purpose?"
"Take, take away the relics left in Southern Shaolin."
This Xuehua Palace disciple's breathing is still a little unsmooth, but the meaning of her words is very clear. After all, she has exposed the sect's mission. After returning, the palace master may sentence her to death, but if she doesn't tell her, she will probably die now. .
Between life and death, she couldn't muster up the quick wit to make up an excuse to trick Lu Hanjiang, and now she was riding a tiger. After weighing the situation, the Xuehua Palace disciple decided to gamble on the compassion of his palace master.
"Relic?"
Lu Hanjiang was very puzzled by this. Southern Shaolin has been inherited for many years and has produced countless eminent monks. There should be some relics. However, Xuehua Palace is full of women who do not want to be bound by secular dogma. What do they want with this? ?
"What do you want this relic for?" Lu Hanjiang asked directly, although he had already guessed that an ordinary disciple would only know one thing about this kind of thing but not the other.
"No, I don't know."
This is the truth. This disciple is just one of the many ordinary disciples of Xuehua Palace. How could she know the inside story of such an important matter? But in order to survive, she naturally said whatever she wanted.
"The master of the palace sent us sisters to sneak into the temple and seize the relics while Southern Shaolin is dealing with Huangfu Yushu."
Lu Hanjiang was speechless. Why do you want to save Xuehua Palace's face? Calling stealing as robbery shows how capable you are, right?
"How many people did you send?"
"As far as I know, besides me, there should be seven or eight sisters, but I don't know what identity they infiltrated." When Lu Hanjiang asked, the Xuehua Palace disciple said everything as if he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
The secrecy was pretty good, but——
"How dare you just come to Shaolin Temple?"
It's not that Lu Hanjiang looks down on them. After all, Southern Shaolin is one of the top sects in the righteous way. To send such a few stinky fish and rotten shrimps is because your Xuehua Palace is in trouble, or because the abbot can't hold the Zen staff.
"I heard," the Xuehua Palace disciple hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that the Young Palace Master is also here."
"..." Lu Hanjiang was silent, so where did these people get their confidence? They really thought that the prestige of Southern Shaolin was made of clay.
"I have told you everything I know, and I beg you to spare this little girl's life." The disciple of Xuehua Palace knelt down and worshiped on the ground, showing sincerity and humility.
Lu Hanjiang was not in a hurry to agree. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the other maid who had fainted earlier and said, "This girl just saw you doing something. How should I deal with it?"
"Don't worry, young hero."
A hint of cruelty flashed in the Xuehua Palace disciple's eyes, he stood up and walked towards the girl on the ground. A chill condensed on his palms, and he patted the girl's head directly.
In an instant, the girl on the ground suddenly opened her eyes. She was no longer as weak as a rabbit, as nimble as a cat, and as cold as a fox. She pointed at the chest of the Xuehua Palace disciple like lightning. The latter's movements
He immediately froze in place as if in trance.
The girl stretched out her hand and caressed the Xuehua Palace disciple's cheek. Her soft words fell into her ears, but they became a sound of urgency.
"Aqing, I taught you on the first day you entered Xuehua Palace, right? What will happen to those who betray you?"
"Who are you--!"
The Xuehua Palace disciple's eyes widened and he looked at the girl in disbelief, but the latter gently covered her eyes with his palms, and then before she could even cry out for mercy, he
He slit her neck cleanly with a dagger.
"Well, well..."
The Xuehua Palace disciple, who was bleeding like a fountain, could not hold on for long before he bled to death. The girl covered her eyes full of fear and regret before she stood up and looked at Lu Hanjiang.
I saw her bending her knees and saying softly: "The disciples of Xuehua Palace are not virtuous, and the young master is laughing at him."
With a smile on his face, Lu Hanjiang watched the farce from beginning to end. He tried to guess the identity of the woman: "Xuehua Palace, Young Palace Master?"
"Xuehua Palace is exquisite, I have seen Young Master Yue."
With her words, she recognized the identity of the young palace master, but Lu Hanjiang did not expect that the young master Xie of Qingmei Village would be so lucky that two maids and girls were betrayed.
But I saw her reaching out her hand and gently pulling on the side of her cheek. A thin mask was taken off, revealing her charming and troubled face. Looking at her like this, she really looked like she was in the mirror, under the moon.
The shadows are like delicate flowers standing, and looking back is like the sudden bloom of spring.
Such a peerless beauty was Lu Hanjiang, and his eyes grew hot at this moment.
He felt like an ant in a hot pot. Although he had already noticed that this woman was pretending to be faint, he never expected that she had such a powerful ability to disguise herself.
If he could get this skill, coupled with his small phaseless skill, wouldn't it be even more powerful?
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