Li Xin'an looked stern and slowly walked out of the crowd.
"It's you."
"It's me."
An Qingxu said with a smile: "Hall Master Li, we meet again."
"Who are you?" Li Xin'an frowned, "What are you doing here?"
"I made a promise to my uncle and I can't break it."
An Qingxu stretched out his slender index finger and lightly tapped Li Xin'an:
"I came here this time to borrow the head from Hall Master Li's neck."
"The uncle you are talking about...referring to Yang Guozhong?"
Li Xin'an quickly thought about the possible identity of the person in front of him, thinking of the recent events one after another, and gradually, a terrible year rose in his heart.
Ye Qinglan behind him suddenly whispered: "Brother Li, Geng Yusen has been lurking underground in Yang Guozhong for so many years, and now there is suddenly such a person in Yang Guozhong's family. It seems that he is about the same age as us. Think about it carefully, Si Chengfeng's
He is about the same age as Yang Guozhong. Would the title of uncle mean..."
Ye Qinglan stared at An Qingxu closely and said coldly: "Is he that Xuanyuan Youpeng?"
"No." Murong Bai interrupted loudly, "I can see that there is no aura of the Demonic Shadow Pavilion's magic skill on his body."
Li Xin'an said: "And don't forget, when we encountered him in the Yang Mansion, if he had been Xuanyuan Youpeng, none of us would have come back alive."
"His identity is much more terrifying than that of Xuanyuan Youpeng."
Ye Qinglan asked doubtfully: "Who else can be more terrifying than the master of the Demonic Shadow Pavilion?"
Li Xin'an breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at An Qingxu with cold eyes:
"On April 13th, the saint was assassinated while traveling. I'm afraid it was your work."
"Who is your father?"
An Qingxu's smile froze instantly.
Everyone at Xueyitang obviously understood what Li Xin'an meant.
"He is the mastermind behind the assassination of the emperor?" Liu Wuyan opened his mouth in surprise, "I can't tell that this pretty boy has such great abilities."
Seeing that An Qingxu didn't answer, Li Xin'an continued speaking on his own:
"Yang Guozhong is related to you. He also planned the assassination of the saint, right?"
"I'm very curious about what kind of ecstasy soup you poured into him, so that a man like Yang Guozhong, who is a very humane minister, could risk killing the nine tribes and get into your muddy water."
An Qingxu stopped smiling, his eyes filled with coldness.
He said calmly: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Don't understand? It doesn't matter. Come with me to Huangsun Mansion later. I believe you will understand."
"Oh? Let's see if you have this ability."
An Qingxu said: "How about making a bet?"
"A bet? What kind of bet?" Li Xin'an asked with a frown.
"I will send someone here to give you a fair fight. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, I will take your head."
"how?"
Ye Qinglan sneered: "Hey, this bet sounds unfair. Why does Brother Li risk his life for you?"
"If I lose, the outcome will be the same." An Qingxu said, "If I fall into Li Chu's hands, do you think I can still survive?"
Li Xin'an raised his eyebrows: "Are you admitting that you are related to the Assassin King Shajia?"
An Qingxu shut his mouth suddenly, and a bit of anger surged between his brows.
Damn...
He asked in a deep voice: "Li Xin'an, do you agree?"
Xiao Xuangan said coldly: "Don't fall for his provocation. Let's go together. Why are we afraid of just three of them?"
Li Xin'an shook his head and comforted: "It's okay."
"You——" Xiao Xuangan's eyes were full of shock and confusion.
"The person sent by the other party must be the swordsman." Li Xin'an pointed at Wu Xiang.
Xiao Xuangan followed his gaze and Wu Xiang's eyes happened to meet his.
With just a brief collision of eyes, Xiao Xuangan felt as if a venomous snake was wrapping around and climbing on his back, and he involuntarily tightened his grip on the handle of the knife.
"That man's swordsmanship is very evil.
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Each move is somewhat similar to my swordsmanship."
Li Xin'an stabilized Xiao Xuangan and said: "Uncle Wang Kerong said that he and I will have a battle sooner or later, and now is a good opportunity. Moreover, I almost died in his hands in the Yang Mansion. Today, it is just right
Get the place back!"
"All right."
Xiao Xuangan heard what Li Xin'an said and knew that Li Xin'an was determined to fight, so he ordered:
"Be careful. If you are defeated, we will help you. Don't worry about morality. It is the fairest way to deal with them without talking about martial ethics."
"I know." Li Xin'an said with a smile.
After saying that, he drew out his long sword "White Rainbow" and walked proudly to the center.
The blade of the sword was as clean as water, reflecting the moonlight, emitting a white expanse that completely enveloped his figure.
An Qingxu raised his chin slightly, "Wuxiang, kill him."
Li Xin'an's body suddenly froze.
The next moment, an extremely shocked expression spread across his face.
Wu Xiang...
These two words have not appeared for many years.
Guilt and debt caused the little boy in his memory to be sealed away forever by Li Xin'an. Only when he dreamed back at midnight could he recall that person sadly.
He originally thought that he would never hear anyone mention this name again in this life.
Until today, until just now.
Li Xin'an's body was trembling slightly. He tried his best to suppress his emotions. He looked at the man walking in step by step and asked with difficulty:
"What's your name...what's your name?"
The man looked indifferent and did not answer. An Qingxu chuckled and said:
"Hall Master Li, do you have bad ears? Didn't you hear his name?"
"Forget it, I'll just say it again."
An Qingxu stared at Li Xin'an with a vulture, and said word by word:
"He is my servant, Wu——xiang——"
Li Xin'an seemed to have lost his soul and murmured to himself:
"It's impossible... Wu Xiang has died a long time ago... There's no way he's still alive."
"The same name! Yes! It must be the same name! There are many people named Wu Xiang in the world. He is not the one I know. If he is, I must recognize him, and he must recognize me."
Seeing Li Xin'an's strange behavior, Murong Bai and others couldn't help but feel anxious.
Ye Qinglan poked Zhang Quan, pulled him to his side, and asked in a low voice:
"Xiao Zhang Quan, do you know who the Wu Xiang brother Li mentioned is?"
Zhang Quan frowned and replied: "The hall master lived with Li Linfu until he was five years old, and Wu Xiang was his schoolboy. Later, the hall master became a disciple of the Sword Master Pei Min, and Wu Xiang also moved out. Then the hall master went to Yanzhou.
, Wu Xiang had already died of illness when he came back. As for the rest, I don’t know.”
Murong Bai murmured: "Brother Li's childhood friend?"
"A person who has been dead for many years, could it be him?" Xiao Xuangan looked solemn.
Wu Xiang's footsteps suddenly stopped. He stood a foot away in front of Li Xin'an and calmly drew out the short and wide bronze sword.
Li Xin'an's heart became completely cold as the dagger was unsheathed.
He recognizes this sword!
The "White Rainbow" sword in his hand was originally forged by Pei Min for him, but this sword is actually a double sword, one long, one short, one thin and one wide.
Li Xin'an's sword was named "White Rainbow".
What’s the meaning of Bai Hong?
In the past, Nie Zheng's assassination of Han Wei also caused a white rainbow to penetrate the sun.
The white rainbow penetrates the sun, and the other sword made from the two swords is called "Guan Ri".
In the previous fight, Li Xin'an's attention was not on him. But at this moment, the man in front of Li Xin'an, who has the same name as Wu Xiang, is holding the sword "Guan Ri" cast by Pei Min in the Heavenly Realm.
!
"Where did you get this sword?"
Li Xin'an asked sharply: "Where did you steal this Guanri?"
"This is my sword." Wu Xiang said slowly.
"You're talking nonsense!" Li Xin'an burst into tears and gritted her teeth:
"This sword was forged by my master Pei Min. His master passed away eighteen years ago, and this sword was buried with him.
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You faker, have you stolen Wu Xiang’s tomb?”
Wu Xiang looked directly into Li Xin'an's red eyes, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at that smile, Li Xin'an was suddenly stunned.
"This sword was given to me by you, don't you remember?"
"Master?"
Everyone was shocked, Ye Qinglan said in stunned silence:
"Oh my god...he really is that Wu Xiang."
An Qingxu laughed wildly.
Li Xin'an's lips trembled crazily. He stretched out his hand and walked forward tremblingly, but he tripped and fell straight forward.
Wu Xiang hugged him and lifted Li Xin'an up.
Touching the vicious scar on Wu Xiang's face, Li Xin'an finally couldn't help but swallowed:
"This scar...is really you..."
Wu Xiang sighed: "Back then, I was slashed by Jiang Kuohai at the You Shenwu Army Yamen."
"It's to save me."
Meeting old friends again, Li Xin'an rubbed his eyes and burst into tears with excitement:
"Wuxiang, you're not dead. What happened back then? Why did you appear there?"
Wu Xiang shook his head gently, looking confused:
"I am a slave of the Li family, so I must obey the master's orders."
"Master, I am your man and always have been."
"Li Linfu?" Li Xin'an said in surprise.
"You may not know." Wu Xiang said, "I joined the Blood Clothes Hall at the same time as you, but you don't know."
"The only people who know my identity are Master, Uncle Fu and Zhang Siyuan."
Li Xin'an was extremely shocked by these words: "How could..."
"After you went to Yanzhou, I followed the instructions of the master and Zhang Siyuan and went to Yingzhou to lurk beside the master."
"Master? Who is he?"
Li Xin'an looked at Wu Xiang in front of him. He was such a close partner at first, but now he is such a stranger.
It's not that time has widened the distance between them, but that Wu Xiang...
Changed.
His eyes made Li Xin'an feel so dangerous.
"An Lushan, the governor of the Three Towns, Master...oh no, he is dead, no one can restrain me anymore. I can call him - Li Linfu without any scruples."
Wu Xiang's face suddenly flashed a bit of madness: "Li Linfu suspected that An Lushan was going to rebel, so he sent a lot of spies from the Xueyitang to An Lushan, who was still the general of Yingzhou at the time. But if they hadn't been reused,
No useful information could be found, or the identity was discovered by An Lushan. Li Linfu has always been troubled by this problem, and it was not until later that he realized the key to the failure of these missions."
"Those sent by Li Linfu, without exception, are all elites of the Blood Clothes Hall. But they are all adults, and their abilities are so outstanding. It is difficult for people not to suspect that their purpose of joining Anlu Mountain is not pure. But if he is sending a
If a child has been trained by An Lushan since childhood, will he still doubt it?"
Wu Xiang opened his arms: "I am the child who was sent."
"Is that so..." Li Xin'an whispered, "Then you should be from Li Linfu, from the imperial court. Why are you following him? Your identity has been -"
"It has been exposed a long time ago."
Wu Xiang said calmly: "The second year after I went to Yingzhou, I killed the person who contacted me through a single line, and then confessed my identity to the master."
"Why?"
"Because, freedom!"
Wu Xiang smiled and said: "You don't know how free I was during those days in Yingzhou. I didn't have Li Linfu's sinister face on my head, there was no depressing atmosphere, and I didn't have to worry about when my head would be moved. Every morning
The first thing when you wake up is not to think about how to make your young master happy, but to do whatever you want to do."
"That's the life I want to live. As for Xueyitang, as for Li Linfu, as for you, they have nothing to do with me."
Wu Xiang raised his arm and slowly thrust the "Guanri" into Li Xin'an's abdomen.
Li Xin'an stared at him in disbelief, her body getting colder inch by inch.
Wu Xiang possessed Li Xin'an's ear and whispered in a low voice: