Chapter two hundred and fortieth encounter (three)
Murong Bai turned his head in surprise. Five figures stood quietly on the high wall behind him.
"Xie Liya?"
"Mr. Murong, take the people from the Blood Clothes Hall and leave quickly. The heavenly people have already prepared their support." Xie Liya jumped down from the wall and said calmly.
Tisige, Turo, Bargo, and Fulxiang, the four leaders of the "celestial beings" followed Zeliya closely and blocked the entrance of the alley.
Murong Bai's eyes were filled with gratitude. This was the first time in a long time that he accepted the love of "all the people in heaven".
"Thank you." Murong Bai said softly.
"Senior Han, let's go."
Han Shantan stared at Xie Liya with burning eyes. He was also a boxer, and this man did not give him the impression of being weak.
"Are you from Li Chu?"
"...Huh, if you dare to call His Highness by his first name, it means the situation is special now, otherwise I will tear your mouth to pieces."
Han Shantun ignored it and asked, "Why do you appear here?"
"We have all seen the actions of Blood Clothes Hall. His Highness has given orders. If anything goes wrong during the operation, we will help you."
Han Shantang looked at him deeply, turned to Murong Bai and said:
"Mr. Murong, since the reinforcements have arrived, I will not leave with you. Shanzhao and Hall Master Li have not come back yet. I am worried that something is wrong with them, and I want to go find them."
"Senior, I will go with you." Murong Bai's eyes were determined, "Qinglan is also there. I still have the strength to escape with him."
"I'll go too." Xiao Xuangan came over and said calmly.
Just as Han Shanfan was about to stop them, Xie Liya's voice came over:
"None of you need to go."
"Over at Li Xin'an, your old acquaintance has already rushed over."
"Old acquaintance?" Han Shantou frowned tightly, "Who is it?"
Xie Liya said "ha": "Your eldest brother."
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Under the dry well, the battle is over.
Ye Shanzhao struggled to get up from the ground, trying to grab the knife that fell on the ground away from him, but the horrific wound on his shoulder was bleeding like a fountain, and the severe pain made Ye Shanzhao unable to exert any strength at all.
An Qingxu walked forward slowly and picked up the "White Rainbow" that Li Xin'an had dropped.
"What a sword!"
An Qingxu looked envious: "To have such a sword, you must have an extraordinary origin. Tell me, who are you? What are you doing in the Yang Mansion? If you tell me, I might be able to spare you."
Li Xin'an twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty, showing a disdainful expression:
"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"
"Have ambition." An Qingxu threw away "White Rainbow" and said to Wu Xiang:
"Kill him."
"Brother Li!" Ye Qinglan's eyes were about to split. He raised his sword and was about to rush forward, but Qing'er held him tightly:
"Uncle, do you know where my master Zhu Sheng is? I haven't seen him for a long time."
Ye Qinglan was grabbed by her wrist. This woman was so strong that Ye Qinglan couldn't break free.
"I don't know!" Ye Qinglan roared, "Let me go!"
Qing'er's face suddenly changed, and she stared at Ye Qinglan with cold eyes:
"You lied to me, you are not from the Demon Shadow Pavilion at all, you are not Geng Yusen's disciple!"
Ye Qinglan was speechless for a moment: "Of course I am..."
"Stop pretending." Qing'er said coldly, "You have no traces of practicing magic skills on your body, but you dare to pretend to be a disciple of the Demonic Shadow Pavilion and seek death!"
After Qing'er finished speaking, her hands changed rapidly. Black mist spread from her palms, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pair of bone-white palms.
Ye Qinglan felt terrified when he saw her, and felt very anxious. Being entangled with this woman, he couldn't get away at all, and he couldn't save Li Xin'an.
Facing the white bones coming towards him, Ye Qinglan roared angrily and raised his sword to face them.
On the other side, facing An Qingxu’s order, Wu Xiang frowned and said:
"It would be a pity to kill him like this. Let's wait until Prime Minister Yang comes back and leave these three people to him."
An Qingxu thought about it carefully and said, "You're right. Just break his limbs and wait for uncle to come back and give him to him."
Li Xin'an listened
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As they talked, they had already made guesses about their origins.
This young master is Yang Guozhong's nephew and has close ties with the three towns in the north.
Could it be, Shi Siming?
Li Xin'an did not immediately guess that An Qingxu was a member of An Lushan's family, and he did not think about it at all. The reason was that Yang Guozhong did not get along with An Lushan and had repeatedly written letters indicating that An Lushan had the intention to rebel.
Li Chu once discussed this matter with Li Xin'an, and Li Chu commented that this was Yang Guozhong's last bit of wisdom and awareness as a minister.
Unlike An Lushan, Yang Guozhong had a close relationship with Shi Siming. Therefore, Li Xin'an felt that this young man could be Shi Siming's son.
How did he know that the differences between Yang Guozhong and An Lushan were all fake? The two most incompatible people in the world were plotting the most treacherous thing in the world.
Wu Xiang put the sword back into its scabbard with his left hand, and then pinched Li Xin'an's arm inch by inch.
"Uh..."
Li Xin'an's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. He could feel that his bones were breaking inch by inch, and the heartbreaking pain made him almost unable to hold on and fainted.
An Qingxu smiled slightly and looked to the other side.
Qing'er let out a wail, covered her right hand, and half-knelt on the ground.
Ye Qinglan cut off Qing'er's right arm with a sword, but at the cost of it, Qing'er hit his lower abdomen with a Heavenly Bone Palm.
Ye Qinglan's hair was disheveled and his eyes were red, like a beast out of its cage, roaring with dangerous low roars.
He stared at Qing'er and stepped forward slowly.
Qing'er looked horrified. She thought that with her strength at the beginning of the second rank, she would be able to defeat this swordsman who was only in the middle of the third rank. But the swordsman's sword moves were so exquisite that he only relied on his swordsmanship.
, let her fall into a disadvantage.
In fact, it’s not her fault. Ye Qinglan’s swordsmanship was learned from Murong Bai and Li Xin’an, the two descendants of the two top swordsmen in the world, and they taught them the most subtle points. Ye Qinglan himself has talent.
, consciously or unconsciously, he has integrated these two sword techniques.
What he lacks now is internal strength. In terms of swordsmanship alone, he is comparable to a mid-level second-grade master.
Seeing that his maid had lost her will to fight and was about to die in the hands of the crazed Ye Qinglan. An Qingxu said coldly:
"Zhou Bian, shoot him to death!"
Zhou Bian drew his bow and arrow and aimed at Ye Qinglan.
Suddenly, as if he felt something, he suddenly changed direction and aimed at the top of the dry well.
An Qingxu was attracted by his move and couldn't help but frown and asked:
"What are you doing..."
Before the word "what" came out of his mouth, Zhou Bian felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He gave a loud shout and loosened his bowstring.
The arrow grazed An Qingxu's cheek and flew out, but it stopped strangely in mid-air.
Zhou Bian was breathing heavily. His arrow was powerful enough to kill a second-grade high-ranking person. After releasing this arrow, Zhou Bian was exhausted.
However, the person who came was too powerful, and the power of the arrow disappeared without even touching the person.
An Qingxu looked at Zhou Bian who looked like he was dead, and thought something was wrong in his heart.
It can be said that he and the three people around him have grown up together. Zhou Bian is the oldest and the most stable in his behavior. In An Qingxu's memory, he has never seen Zhou Bian with such a desperate look in his eyes.
Disaster imminent?
An Qingxu turned around, looked coldly at the strange arrow suspended in mid-air, and said:
"I don't know where the senior master is here? Please come out and talk about it."
The next moment, the arrow suddenly snapped into two pieces, and a tall figure jumped down from above and landed next to Ye Qinglan.
"Wang...General Wang?"
Ye Qinglan looked at the tall man next to him in disbelief, "Why are you here?"
Wang Kerong did not answer, but stretched out two fingers and quickly touched several of Ye Qinglan's acupuncture points.
"I stopped the flow of toxins in your body, please don't get angry next." Wang Kerong said.
"General Wang, they——"
"I'll handle it."
Wang Kerong took a step forward and looked directly at An Qingxu: "
"You're their leader, right?"
An Qingxu smiled and replied: "
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That’s right.”
"Let my sister and this young man go."
An Qingxu said: "Senior, what if we don't?"
"You can ask your three guards to see if they are confident."
Wang Kerong said calmly: "I just want to take my people away and don't want to start a big fight. Of course, I don't mind killing you all first and then leaving the Yang Mansion."
An Qingxu's face darkened, and it was easy to see from Zhou Bian's fearful and uneasy expression that this man was not something they could handle.
But can we delay it for a while until Yang Fei sends someone?
As if he could see what An Qingxu was thinking, Wang Kerong sneered and took another step forward.
Wu Xiang obediently released his grip on Li Xin'an's neck.
"you--"
An Qingxu looked stunned. He did not expect that Wu Xiang would release people without his order.
"If we can't defeat him, we will all die." Wu Xiang shrugged.
Li Xin'an covered her broken right arm, stood up with difficulty, and stared into Wu Xiang's eyes.
For some reason, this person always gave him a familiar feeling.
It seems that he is an old friend whom he has not seen for many years.
Ye Shanzhao was helped up by Ye Qinglan and shouted: "Hall Master Li, leave quickly."
Li Xin'an bent down to pick up "White Rainbow" and walked to Wang Kerong's side with his head lowered.
The maid Qing'er also ran back with a frightened look on her face and hid behind An Qingxu.
"Senior, can you leave your name?" An Qingxu said through gritted teeth.
"Dead man, Wang Kerong."
Dead people...what is this statement?
While An Qingxu was surprised, Wang Kerong waved his hand, hugged the three of them, jumped up and left the dry well.
"Wang Kerong... wasn't he the commander-in-chief of the Xizhou Army? He died several years ago? No wonder he is said to be a dead person."
An Qingxu stared bitterly at the empty dry well in front of him, and then said viciously:
"Wuxiang, why did you let him go without waiting for my order?"
"Young Master, I've already said that we can't defeat him, and we can't delay the fight." Wu Xiang looked calm and did not feel panicked by An Qingxu's reprimand.
"Once we fight, it will only be a matter of the blink of an eye if I die, Zhou Bian dies, and Qing'er dies."
An Qingxu looked gloomy: "Don't make decisions for me. This is the first and last time!"
Wu Xiang's face was expressionless and he didn't make any expression.
"snort!"
An Qingxu walked away with a cold expression.
"Where are you going?" Zhou Bian shouted.
"Go find Yang Fei."
An Qingxu gritted his teeth and said, "That stupid pig, so many people died, and he didn't notice at all!"
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Outside the Yang Mansion, Li Xin'an and others, under the cover of Wang Kerong, got rid of the pursuers and walked along the street towards Youxiang Residence.
After hesitating for a long time, Li Xin'an still asked:
"General Wang, how did you get here?"
"You think I don't know about Yang Guozhong's reversal of the case for the Xizhou Army? Do you think I don't know about the secret letter you want to get?"
Wang Kerong sighed: "You are hiding such a big thing from me. How many people will die if we attack Yang Mansion? If I were here, no one would die."
Li Xin'an's face darkened: "We... don't want to trouble you."
"You're afraid I won't care!"
Wang Kerong said angrily: "Yes, Yang Guozhong can be said to be my benefactor. He reversed the case for the Xizhou Army, and I should not take action against his people! But that is a private matter. Yang Guozhong is the traitor of the Tang Dynasty, and I, Wang Kerong, am also the Tang Dynasty."
As a hot-blooded man, Mr. Yu, it’s time to eradicate these traitors!”
Li Xin'an looked ashamed: "I'm sorry, senior, it's my junior who is narrow-minded."
Wang Kerong sighed and stroked Li Xin'an's head:
"It's okay."
Li Xin'an pursed her lips tightly, not only because of her guilt for Wang Kerong, but also because of the strange familiarity that lingered in her heart.