Mo Wentian has never been as eager for a battle as he is now. Perhaps this time the sacrificial sword can't even be called a battle, but a one-sided massacre. After all, Han Xing is by his side. In order not to make any mistakes, he will definitely not let it go.
Mo Wentian took action alone.
Therefore, what Mo Wentian desires is a killing.
Putting the broken knife against his chest and abdomen, Mo Wentian seemed to feel that the blade was emitting a faint warmth, just like his blood boiling at the moment. Mo Wentian did not even consider that the prince he was about to kill might be related to the royal family.
The others are not the same.
"How long do we have to wait?"
"Do not worry."
Han Xing watched Mo Wentian's change of attitude with cold eyes, feeling a little ridiculous for Mo Wentian's scheming. Just a few words made Mo Wentian's blood boil. Such a warrior is destined not to achieve much.
, but now Mo Wentian's condition is exactly what Han Xing wants, so he won't say more.
If this idea were known to Mo Wentian, he would probably laugh it off, because in this short period of time, Mo Wentian had already thought of a strategy that killed two birds with one stone.
You can either repay your kindness to Han Xing or make Li Yuanji pay the price.
Han Xing had previously asked Mo Wentian to use sword skills to kill people in order to leave clues about the swordsman and get rid of the suspicion of the devil. But now, Mo Wentian has a better way.
"I haven't practiced Xiaoyao Sword Technique for a few days. I hope I won't be unfamiliar with it by then."
Mo Wentian thought to himself, this was the strategy he thought of to kill two birds with one stone, using the Xiaoyao sword technique to cut off the prince's head!
I would like to ask, who in the Chu Kingdom can use the Xiaoyao Sword Technique? Of course it is a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect. Then, who can walk freely in the palace and kill a prince easily, and who is also a member of the Xiaoyao Sect?
There is only one answer, Li Yuanji!
Put the blame on!
Yes, the method that Mo Wentian thought of was to put the blame on Li Yuanji. Even if Li Yuanji could not break with the Chu royal family, it would at least plant a thorn in the heart of the emperor and Princess Chu Bing. Once there was a proper
At the right time, this thorn will burst out, putting Li Yuanji in a deep crisis!
Mo Wentian repeatedly confirmed that his method was feasible, while Han Xing on the side even began to close his eyes and rest, as if everything was ready, just waiting for the east wind.
In the middle of the night, the east wind finally came.
To the northwest of the rockery where Mo Wentian and Han Xing were hiding, there was an exquisite and gorgeous palace called the "Zhonghe Hall", which was exactly the destination of Han Xing's trip. In the Chu Kingdom, all princes who were underage were...
All those who live in the palace, except the prince, will move outside the palace after they reach adulthood.
Obviously, this prince is not yet an adult. I wonder if Mo Wentian will be able to do it when he really faces a young man.
At this time, the light-filled lamps in the Zhonghe Hall suddenly went out, and Han Xing stood up, with a sharp flash in his eyes, and jumped down from the rockery while pulling Mo Wentian.
"It's now!"
Mo Wentian concentrated and held his breath, holding the broken knife, and followed Han Xing's footsteps. The night breeze was slightly cool, and there were only the slight footsteps of Mo Wentian and Han Xing in the night. Under the quiet moonlight, the two quickly
Arriving outside the gate of Zhonghe Hall, Han Xing stopped and opened the wooden door a small crack.
Without rushing to break in, Han Xing took something out of his arms, and immediately a handful of white powdery particles gathered in the palm of Han Xing's hand. Then Han Xing tapped his palm lightly, and the white powder was accurately shot in through the crack of the door.
One grain fell.
His eyes widened, Mo Wentian had seen this thing in the room before. It was made by Han Xing using the purchased medicinal materials and spices, but he didn't expect that it was used here, but Mo Wentian didn't know about it.
What can it be used for? Is it something like incense?
Before Mo Wentian could figure it out, Han Xing gently raised his hand and put a leaf-shaped object into Mo Wentian's mouth. The entrance was slightly astringent and had a strong smell of blood, which seemed to be chicken blood.
"Put this under your tongue."
After Mo Wentian finished doing what he was told, he nodded. The strong stimulating smell made Mo Wentian nauseous, but he didn't have time to worry about anything else because Han Xing had already opened the door.
The palace was tight on the outside and loose on the inside. After all, no one could imagine that someone would be bold enough to sneak in and assassinate the prince, so there was almost no warrior defense in the palace.
Han Xing's steps were very light. Because the light in the palace was extremely dim, Mo Wentian could not see the furnishings clearly. He could only follow Han Xing secretly towards the house. Along the way, Mo Wentian caught a glimpse of several figures lying on the ground.
, it seemed that it must be the effect of the white powder. Not long after, the two of them arrived outside a tent.
Han Xing said that it was up to him to restrain the prince, and Mo Wentian was only responsible for the last blow, so before Mo Wentian could react, Han Xing had already struck out like lightning, with a tap of his toes on the ground, and his whole body penetrated
After arriving in the tent, Han Xing reappeared in front of Mo Wentian in just a few breaths.
Han Xing, a person.
In the darkness, Mo Wentian couldn't see Han Xing's face clearly, so he had to shrug and signal to the other party where the so-called prince was. Han Xing paused, then suddenly accelerated and headed towards the side hall.
"Don't move here!"
This was the last word Han Xing said before leaving. At this time, Mo Wentian also realized that something was wrong. After Han Xing left, Mo Wentian also got into the tent, but surprisingly found that the wooden bed in the tent
There was no one up there.
"Failed?"
Mo Wentian frowned, and as soon as he exited, someone grabbed his arm, but it was Han Xing who came back. This time, Han Xing pulled Mo Wentian directly towards the door.
After leaving the Zhonghe Hall, Han Xing no longer stopped and led Mo Wentian along the way. He almost bumped into the guards on night patrol several times. This time, the direction was obviously different from the direction he came from. Han Xing should have already made a plan.
The escape route took the two of them half an hour to arrive, but this time, only a quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian saw a section of the palace wall again.
"Walk!"
This time Mo Wentian took the initiative to grab Han Xing's waist, and Han Xing climbed over the palace wall without any hesitation, and landed firmly on the ground outside the palace.
"what happened?"
"I don't know. It may be a message error, or the other party may have noticed it. In short, let's go back first."
Mo Wentian didn't ask any more questions and rushed to the inn with Han Xing. However, before the two of them could get closer, they found that the long street where the inn was located had been blocked by officers and soldiers!
Fires were everywhere on the street, people were shouting, and words such as "catch fugitives" were vaguely heard, and Mo Wentian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
"Is it...exposed?"
"Not necessarily, let's see and then talk!"
Han Xing's face was as usual, and he pulled Mo Wentian and started walking around in the alleys. Finally, he came to a place where Mo Wentian didn't know where it was. It was surrounded by bungalows with similar shapes, including
Several thatched houses looked extremely dilapidated. Leading Mo Wentian, Han Xing jumped into one of the thatched houses.
"This is my planned destination. We didn't leave any traces in the inn, so even if they check, they won't be able to find anything. After tonight, nothing will happen."
Han Xing still looked unconcerned. He found a meadow in the corner of the hut and pressed it with his hand. He seemed quite satisfied and lay down on it.
"If the situation is worse, we may have to leave the city early tomorrow morning, so I advise you to rest for a while."
After saying this, Han Xing closed his eyes, and without saying more, Mo Wentian had no choice but to follow Han Xing's example and lie down on a meadow, but he still couldn't fall asleep.
What happened tonight was too complicated. Not only did they learn about the relationship between Li Yuanji and Princess Chu Bing, but they also almost assassinated a prince. In the end, it triggered a manhunt in the city. The experience of this night can no longer be simply described as thrilling.
Described.
"Is this the world of warriors?"
For a moment, Mo Wentian was in a daze. After coming to this world, he began to think for the first time. In such a place where the strong were respected, perhaps, with the knife in his hand, he could really make his way.
Woolen cloth?
This world still has wealth and poverty, power and class. However, what is different from the previous life is that this time, Mo Wentian is no longer an ordinary person, but a warrior, even the most unqualified swordsman.
, and he is also a warrior that ordinary people need to look up to.
If in another world, Mo Wentian could only survive and struggle for survival, then now Mo Wentian has the right to fight with this world, so why should he still live in an ignoble existence and be content with being ordinary?
It is said that swordsmen are the least popular among the Taoists. Perhaps, I can make some efforts to make the Tao of swords stronger. Master must have hoped so too. I once remembered that in the sword room of Feidao Mountain, Mo Wentian once
Promise, I am destined to ask me Mo Wentian's heroic words, then now there is a road in front of him.
At this moment, Mo Wentian's heart was no longer calm. The hot blood seemed to be flowing all over his body under the influence of internal force. In the dark, Mo Wentian even heard a cry of desire to fight when the knife was broken in his hand.
Chanting joyfully.
Reborn in the world of martial arts, he obtained a mysterious sword, acquired heaven-defying inner strength, and achieved success in the nameless sword technique. Everything seemed to indicate that Mo Wentian's fate was slowly changing. All he needed now was a man who could completely defeat him.
A blooming stage, an opportunity for everyone in Mowen Tianchao to show themselves.
In a daze, the shadows of many people flashed through Mo Wentian's mind again, but this time, there were no figures of Cripple, Uncle Sheng, and Xiao Lin. What remained was Master Xiaoyaozi's expectations for him, Li Yuan
The murderous intention of the machine towards him, and the warmth that Qiuqiu brought to him.
With full hope, Mo Wentian fell into a deep sleep.