Chapter 400: Assassination in the middle of the night, second update
Le Yun carried her luggage and walked into the forest, walking very far. Even after walking a few hundred meters, she could clearly hear handsome guy Yan calling her a "naughty kid", and she silently chewed handsome guy Yan's name on her teeth.
Several times, I ignored him, made sure there was no one around, readjusted my backpack, threw a lot of things into the space, only carried a small amount of food and a tent, took out a hatchet, put on gloves, and picked medicinal herbs as I walked.
On the way back to the city center, Young Master Yan went to Sanweixuan for lunch in Gourmet Alley. Ah Fu, the facial scanner machine, ran to report to the young master again. Young Master Xuan walked leisurely to the lobby and sat down next to Young Master Yan.
His face was filled with excitement: "Young Master Yan, does the little beauty have something you want to convey to you?"
"No. Little Lolita went to the mountains of Hengshan Mountain to pick tea leaves. I only came to eat." Yan Xing didn't even move his eyebrows, his face was calm.
"Oh, the little beauty has gone to pick tea? Are you picking new tea to entertain guests at the stone appreciation tea party? Well, I am going to have a good meal. Young Master Yan, you are not here to deliver a message. You can do whatever you want."
Yang, Yun Danfeng Qing ran to the kitchen again.
It was already common for Young Master Xuan to come and leave as soon as he said so. Young Master Yan calmly drank boiled water and waited for the food.
Mr. Xuan turned to the back hall and called Xuan Yi at the door of the kitchen: "Go and check to see if any family or sect has been doing something secretly recently."
"Young Master?" Xuanyi was a little confused. Why did the Young Master want to check someone's background for no apparent reason today?
"There is something wrong with what Mr. Yan just said about the whereabouts of the little beauty. Someone must have secretly taken action against the Immortal Medical Disciple. Young Master Yan suspects that it was the Guwu family or some sect that did it, and he came here to reveal his secrets. Please pay attention to special families or sects.
Are there any new moves? If there are any changes, send a letter to the gentlemen in Hidden Valley to let them know if necessary."
"Understood." Xuanyi understood. It turned out that it was Young Master Yan who had secretly conveyed the news. He responded and immediately went to the secret guard to convey the Young Master's order to the spies of the Xuanyuan family.
As soon as Xuan spread the word, Mr. Xuan went into the kitchen and started practicing his favorite cooking skills.
As a personal guard, Xuanyi should not be away from the young master for too long. He went out for a walk and then returned to the back kitchen to accompany the young master to tinker with dark dishes.
Mr. Yan had lunch at Sanweixuan and left calmly. He drove his car on the road for three hours and then returned to Qingdao University to continue being a good student.
That night, Mr. Liu went back to the dormitory and saw Mr. Yan who had been kicked back. He was in a good mood. He was not as happy as everyone else. He was lonely in school alone. He was much better with Xiao Xingxing as his companion.
Le Yun wandered east and west among the mountains alone, walking slowly in the general direction of Xiaowutai. The specific route was zigzag, avoiding all the crop areas under the mountains and avoiding the scenery.
area, specifically drilling in remote areas.
After wandering around until dark, she found a place to camp. She sighed depressedly. She found no tracking in the past half day, no one was following her, and there was no drone tracking.
Although no one followed her on the first day, it didn't necessarily mean that she wouldn't be followed in the future. She didn't worry about it for the time being. She slipped back to the space to take care of the crops and harvested herbs, fruits and vegetables. It was still early before going to bed. She peeled hundreds of lily and garlic cloves, washed a few buckets and took them.
Go to the lawn to drain the water, then take some space to meditate and sleep in the tent.
Throughout the night, she remained in a light sleep state, and even the slightest movement could not escape the detection of her hearing.
The next day is also March 31, Friday.
On the last day of March in the new lunar calendar, students and office workers have finished their busy day. Students do not have a holiday after school, and office workers do not have a holiday after work. Because Qingming Festival falls on a Tuesday and is a holiday that day, April 3 next Monday will be
The day is swapped with April 1st, which is Saturday, and the Tomb-Sweeping Festival is connected to the two-day holiday on the weekend, giving a total of three days of holiday, making it easier for people to pay homage to their ancestors and visit their tombs.
Le Xiao's classmates have passed the last day of March in the new calendar smoothly. When the first day of April comes, it is closer to Qingming, so we need to speed up our travels.
In the middle of the morning, Le Yun was walking in the jungle, sniffing the smell in the air, silently speeding up her pace, walking and stopping, stopping and walking, sniffing the air everywhere she went, and by noon, she had climbed a mountain.
, also entered the territory of Hbei Province and officially entered the territory of Xiaowutai.
In the evening, I found a suitable place, pitched the tent peacefully, gathered firewood, made a pot of porridge, ate enough, got into the tent on time, meditated, and rested.
On April 1st, office workers finished their day of classes, students finished their day of classes, and were temporarily liberated. Students from universities in the capital who were close to home also went home.
The beautiful boy and his friends also went home together, together with Yan Shao and Liu Shao. Halfway through the group, they dispersed one after another, each going back to his own home to find his own mother.
Lefu's workshop also had a three-day holiday. Boss Wu went back to his home in Capital City to pay homage to his deceased elders, and everyone in the workshop also went home for the Tomb Sweeping Day holiday.
On Sunday, April 2nd, many people in urban and rural areas visited the graves of their deceased elders. After all, some people returned to their hometowns from more fortunate places to pay homage to their ancestors. If they had to wait until the Tomb Sweeping Day to visit the graves, it would be too late, or what would happen?
If it rains on Qingming Festival, you may not be able to go to the mountains. I usually go to the tombs when the weather is fine.
Mr. Le Xiao ran for another day in the mountains. He set up camp at sunset and dusk. He wrapped the rabbits he caught during the day into mud eggs and made clay-roasted rabbits to reward himself. After dark, he climbed into the tent to rest.
The night temperature in the mountains is low. Even in April of the New Year, the snow peak on the highest peak of Xiaowutai is still covered with snow, as if winter has not yet passed. The temperature at night is only a few degrees, which is very cold.
On a cold spring night, the mountains are silent, the space is silent and profound.
The blue tents set up in the meadows on the edge of the valleys and jungles between the mountains blended into the night, and it was almost impossible to tell whether they were a clump of grass or a tent.
After midnight, even the rats have eaten their fill and go back to their nests to sleep in their cages. Mist rises in the mountains, making the sky and earth hazy, and the grass and trees are slowly moistened by the mist.
When everything is quiet, a light fragrance floats above the tent, elegant and fragrant.
The charming fragrance floats away, covering the entire square garden of the tent with fragrant fragrance, just like the flowers in full bloom in spring, and the fragrance of flowers is astonishing.
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The fragrance lingers and lasts for a long time.
About an hour after the fragrance first appeared, a person walked out of the meadow above the wind. The night was so dark that I couldn't see the person's appearance. I just felt that the person was as light and silent as the wind blowing on a weak willow.
The man was walking on the grass using Qinggong. He stopped about a hundred meters away from the tent, and then stopped slightly at about fifty meters away. When he got to about ten meters away, in the hazy mist, someone came and raised his hand.
, dozens of cold lights "thud" pierced the air, turning into a shower of stars and covering the tent.
The rays of light that filled the sky were like broken bamboos, breaking through the tent and piercing into the objects. Some of them collided in the air, causing weak sparks.
The sparks were dots of blue stars. Although they were weak, they were extremely dazzling in the night.
The cold light that filled the sky penetrated the tent, pierced into objects one after another, or flew into the air and flew into the opposite tent, some stuck on the tent fabric, and some passed through the fabric and landed in the grass.
When the cold light penetrated the tent, there seemed to be a slight human hum, and finally it was deathly empty.
The person who threw out a piece of dark stars looked at Leng Mang from a distance and made no sound. He scattered a dozen dark stars again, and a dozen or so cold lights shot towards the tent quickly. People also flew away quickly, and when the cold stars penetrated the tent
As the person approached, there was a "crack" sound in the dark night, and a cold metallic light exploded.
The cold metallic light swung down and fell from the top of the tent. The tent broke open with a "snap", and the metallic light fell and struck something.
The man holding the knife instantly stepped back seven or eight meters away. The sparks flickered in the darkness, and then a small flashlight with strong light was turned on.
Just by the light of the flashlight, the person's appearance is vaguely visible. He is a man wearing modern black mountaineering clothes. He is about fifty years old. His hair is combed back, revealing a wide face with high cheekbones. The facial features are three-dimensional. The overall appearance of the face is
Nothing surprising.
He was carrying an ordinary backpack, wearing hiking boots, and in his hand was a long sharpened mountain knife. The cold light flashed. When he retreated, his feet stepped into the grass. He held up the flashlight to shine in the direction of the tent, and the tent was broken.
It still didn't fall down, it was just half-collapsed. When the wind blew, the rags swayed and made a crackling sound.
The man holding the machete tiptoed and raised it again. The flashlight swayed like a shadow on a dance floor. The man moved half a meter away from the tent and the machete swept past him again.
Bang, bang, the big knife swung by, first cutting down the pole of the tent, and then the steel pole was abruptly broken. Then the tent was lifted up with great force and flipped to one side, and something shook at the bottom of the tent.
The man with the knife slashed the tent twice and chopped it to pieces. He was shocked to find that there was only a clothed straw man in the tent. It was a target made of fresh grass and trees. The straw man was wearing a gray sweater and had dozens of tattoos on his body.
A small three-edged dart knife.
There was nothing else in the tent except a straw man.
When the man holding the knife saw that there was no one in the tent, he swung the knife again and threw the tent away. There was a piece of grass under the tent, which could not hide anyone. He swept back and backed away a few feet, and at the same time put away the flashlight.
Hold the long sword tightly and adopt a defensive posture to face a strong enemy.
He was on guard all over, listening in all directions, and was on guard against a sneak attack.
In the darkness, there were no nocturnal rats, no chirping of night birds, not even the sound of insects. It was so quiet that it made people feel nervous, and the air-conditioning hit their faces, as cold as ice.
The man holding the knife maintained a posture as if facing a powerful enemy. The longer the time passed, the more solemn his expression became.
About a quarter of an hour later, there was a sound of wind in the darkness, and the man holding the knife moved his eyes and hands. When his eyes moved, he moved his body, and the long knife was like a rainbow, slashing in the direction of the slight movement of the wind.
As soon as he swung the long knife, a stream of cold water was poured towards him. The water appeared so inexplicably that the man holding the knife was splashed all over. His eyes were covered with water, as if he was soaked in a lime pool.
Like, the burning pain was so intense that I couldn't open my eyes, and even my mouth was burning.
In the cold night, a voice as crisp as an oriole's voice rang out: "You little bastard stayed up late at night, spreading incense, throwing dark stars, and slashing and killing with a knife. What do you mean?"
