"The last place where Qing'er appeared is here, Luofeng Hall."
At Changshoufang, An Qingxu and Zhou Bian stood far away in front of Luofeng Hall.
"Luofengtang...Fan Biao, I did ask Qing'er to contact them." An Qingxu frowned and said, "Have you ever contacted Fan Biao?"
Zhou Bian shook his head: "Fan Biao is in seclusion, and he will have to break the barrier at night."
"So, when Qing'er came, she didn't see Fan Biao?"
"According to the disciples of Luofengtang, Qing'er held the token you gave and waited in Luofengtang for a while. She was fine, but suddenly she became very anxious. Then she went out and no one saw wherever she went."
An Qingxu thought, "Although Qing'er is a little crazy, she knows the general idea of doing things and can't act emotionally. What exactly can make this girl leave us behind?"
Zhou Bian remembered something and asked in a low voice: "Can it be...her origin?"
"You mean, Magic Shadow Pavilion?"
An Qingxu glanced at him and nodded: "When you mention this, I remembered it. Qing'er's master, Si Geng Yusen, the black envoy of the Demon Shadow Pavilion, stayed under Yang Guozhong for a long time. Not long ago, after assassinating Li Xin'an because of the Xizhou Army, he strangely defected."
"Is it Geng Yusen who contacted Qing'er? But it seems that it shouldn't be true. Qing'er has never seen Geng Yusen since she was a child."
"The people in the Demon Shadow Pavilion are all kinds of strange things. There are some methods that we don't know and are difficult to understand, which is normal." Zhou Bian said.
"Oh..." An Qingxu sighed, "I can't confirm why Qing'er left now, so I don't care about her for now. This girl is also a second-grade first-class position. Generally speaking, she can't encounter any danger."
"Speaking of this, have you found a place to live?"
Zhou Bian replied: "The inn has many eyes. If we contact us, we will have to be exposed too much. The only way is to rent a separate courtyard, so that we can reduce contact with others and avoid exposure. Secondly, we will be more convenient to act."
"Good idea." An Qingxu nodded and praised, "Has he rented it?"
Zhou Bian looked puzzled: "Wuxiang is talking to them, and there are many places to choose from, but... we have almost not much money."
An Qingxu was stunned and laughed in silence.
"Along the way, I really spent a lot of money. I thought I could live in Yang Guozhong's mansion all the time, but I didn't expect that this old guy didn't even talk about the mercy and drove us out directly, not even giving us any money!"
"It seems that I can only borrow it from my good brother."
"To be honest, Princess Rongyi's Mansion is the best address for us to hide." Zhou Bian said in a deep voice, "The eldest son is usually neglected, and no one cares whether there are outsiders beside him. Moreover, who would have thought that the murderer of the assassination king would hide at the foot of the imperial city?"
"I don't know this." An Qingxu said lightly, "But when I see the face of An Qingzong, I feel disgusted."
Zhou Bian knew that their brothers were incompatible, and there would be no good results if they continued to persuade them, so he had no choice but to stop talking.
They set off to return to Guanglufang, and when they had not found a new residence, they still had to send it under the roof of Anqing Sect.
But what they didn't know was that on the other street, someone was racing towards Guanglufang.
...
Outside Princess Rongyi’s Mansion.
The spy "Heavenly Clan" hiding in the dark is changing shifts with the disciples of the Blood Clothing Hall.
"Hey, brother, have the information been sent out?"
The spy asked.
The disciple of the Blood Clothing Temple replied: "I have been sent to Your Highness's Mansion. Although our Lord has woken up, it is probably yours who come."
"Your Blood Clothing Hall has made so many contributions, and it is our turn to make contributions, otherwise, we will be underestimated by the newcomers."
"New? Are you talking about Mr. Chun's subordinate?"
"Not it? They were so arrogant that they looked like 250,000 or 80,000. They relied on Zhong Nanxun's power and took our brothers from the Tianzhong and Yasha seriously. Only you, the Blood Clothing Hall, have not been rolled by them. But...hey, it's almost too."
The disciple of the Blood Clothing Clan did not comment. One of the killers' principles was to say less and do more. After handing over with the man, he immediately left here.
Several spies from "Tianzhong" stared at them for a while, and felt a little bored, and their eyelids couldn't help but fight.
It was afternoon, the sun was not poisonous, it shone lazily on people, and the sleepiness immediately surged like a tide
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"Everyone is awake, sir is here!"
The spies asked, and the tiredness in their minds immediately dissipated and they hurriedly stood up to greet them.
"Deputy Commander!"
Xie Liya nodded coldly, then looked at the gate of Princess Rongyi's mansion and asked:
"Is it sure that two innocent faces are out?"
"Return to the deputy commander, my subordinates will confirm." A spy said, "At that time, my subordinates and the people from the Blood Clothes Hall were monitoring each other. After our repeated comparisons, the two people had never appeared in the Princess's Mansion before this, and they came out of thin air."
"If it weren't for the little face raised by Princess Rongyi, then it would be certain that the two were related to Princess's son-in-law An Qingzong."
A smug smile appeared on Xie Li's lips: "It takes no time to search for iron shoes. The person we are looking for is them."
"Turo."
Behind Xie Liya, the young Indian monk who followed him smiled and said:
"exist."
"Immediately notify Balgo and Tisig and ask them to bring people to ambush here. The other party has a swordsman who is no less than Murong Bai, so we must not be careless."
"yes."
The young monk Tulu bent over slightly, then turned over to the horse and sent a message.
...
The closer you are to Princess's Mansion, the heavier An Qingxu's steps will be.
To be honest, he really didn't want to look at An Qingzong's self-righteous stupid face again.
Turning around the corner of the street, An Qingxu and Zhou Bian's shoulders were suddenly pressed down.
The person who came was silent and even Zhou Bian did not notice it. For a moment, cold sweat couldn't help but burst out.
At this critical moment, it was the time to search and assassinate the murderer Li Longji throughout the process. Could it be that someone else discovered it?
The visitor said in an extremely low voice: "Don't go forward."
An Qingxu's heart was relieved in his throat: "Wu Xiang, are you going to scare me to death?"
Wu Xiang pulled them back and said, "Someone is watching."
Zhou Bian raised his eyebrows: "When?"
"When I came back, I found that it was abnormal nearby and there were a lot of more children in the family. I guess it was when you left the princess's mansion and were discovered."
"How many people are there?" An Qingxu was not surprised at all. The moment he entered Chang'an, he had already made the worst preparations.
Wu Xiang replied: "About fifty."
"Can the leader be discovered?"
"No."
"Is there Li Xin'an?"
"……have no idea."
An Qingxu was a little lonely: "I don't know... then forget it."
"It's true that Yang Guozhong can't stay there, and even Anqingzong can't go back to it. In such a huge Chang'an, there is really no place for us to live in?"
Zhou Bian said lightly: "If you hadn't spent money all the way and were uncontrollable, we wouldn't have been so embarrassed."
"I've spent less money on you? I ate as much as a pig." An Qingxu rolled his eyes.
"Wuxiang, have you found a place to live?"
"Silver." Wu Xiang stretched out his hand.
"Oh...that's nothing."
An Qingxu sighed helplessly.
Wu Xiang said: "Hua Zhiping of Zhaowenguan said that we can go to Zhaowenguan."
"Zhaowenguan? You can consider it." An Qingxu pondered for a while and said:
"Is there anyone else who talks about this?"
"I have found all the secrets in Chang'an. Because the example of Huadian is right in front of the example, no one dares to act rashly. The reason why Hua Zhiping lets go was because the owner Zhou Heyang went to Qilin Academy and Zhaowen Museum to do all the affairs of all sizes and sizes."
"Sounds good, that's all."
An Qingxu looked back at Princess Rongyi's Mansion and sneered:
"Let me leave the trouble for An Qingzong to deal with it myself. I believe that Princess Rongyi is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If she knows that someone is monitoring her outside, she might even be in trouble."
"Wuxiang, lead the way."
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"etc!"
Zhou Bian said worriedly: "What if Qing'er comes back?"
An Qingxu suddenly remembered why he went out for the purpose of his home, and couldn't help but say annoyed:
"Yes, Qing'er is not here... I'm in trouble now."
When Wu Xiang heard this, he frowned and said:
"What's wrong with Qing'er?"
"She is missing." Zhou Bian said, "I hurried out at Luofengtang and I will never see you again."
"Tsk... Could it be that the people from the Magic Shadow Pavilion are here?" Wu Xiang's idea coincided with Zhou Bian.
An Qingxu looked down, then went to the corner of the wall to pick up a sharp stone, and carved a symbol on the stone wall next to it.
"Okay." An Qingxu threw away the stones, clapped his hands and said:
"Leave a mark along the way. If Qing'er comes back and sees it, she will know where we are going."
Wu Xiang nodded slightly: "That's all."
"Let's go." An Qingxu stretched out, "I felt sore after a afternoon of trekking. Hurry up and go to Zhaowenguan to see what delicious food and drink that hypocrite Hua Zhiping can give us."
...
Late at night, in Youxiangju, Li Xinan was watching the report presented by the disciples of the Blood Clothing Hall.
"There are two strangers in and out of Princess Rongyi's Mansion?"
Li Xin'an said, "Can they be them?"
Murong Bai, who was standing beside him, said: "Xieliya and the others seem to have nothing to gain."
"An Qingxu, Wu Xiang, which second-grade archer and the little girl from the Magic Shadow Pavilion is a mediocre person? Seeing that the situation is not good, he must have left long ago."
"It just seems that An Qingzong also knows about An Qingxu. Maybe he knew from the beginning that he would also participate in the assassination of the King's assassination?"
"It's very likely."
"never mind."
Li Xin'an said: "There are evil things that make people feel troubled. Our eyes should be placed on the sects of Jianghu colluding with An Qingxu."
He handed a piece of paper at hand to Murong Bai: "The new one came."
"Luofengtang?"
Murong Bai's memory of this sect emerged in his mind: "Luofengtang, Luofengdao, I remember Brother Xiao once challenged the sect and narrowly defeated his leader Fan Biao."
"We will come to the second entrance to the palace tonight. Let Brother Xiao meet this Luo Feng Dao again!"
...
Outside Zhaowen Hall, four figures slowly walked towards us.
"Good disciple grandson, are you sure, your master is here?"
Under the black robe, a hoarse and old voice sounded.
Qing'er said respectfully: "Yes, Master, the young master left a mark, he is here."
After the two, a man in a big red robe raised his head and looked at the plaque hanging high:
"Zhaowenguan."
"I haven't heard of it."
"People, someone is here." Another man in black robe said lightly, "It's better to go in and find that person and do the job."
The four of them climbed over the wall, and Qing'er took them and wandered in the shadow of Zhaowen Pavilion, gradually approaching Hua Zhiping's residence.
In the courtyard on the west side of Zhaowen Pavilion, An Qingxu was practicing swords, Wu Xiang was pointing at the side, and Zhou Bian was making arrows.
Beside them was an old man wearing Zhaowenguan clothes and looking righteous.
Suddenly, Wu Xiang looked vigilantly at the courtyard wall on one side, and unsheathed his waist, and said coldly:
"who?"
"Young master, it's me." Qing'er's face appeared in the darkness.
But Wu Xiang's nervousness did not subside at all, and he still stared there vigilantly.
On the courtyard wall, a young man's heartfelt laughter sounded:
"This brother, so keen awareness."
As soon as he finished speaking, four figures fell into the yard.
Looking at the three people dressed in weird clothes except Qing'er, An Qingxu couldn't help but calm down:
"Dare you ask three of you, your surname is honored?"
The man in red robe took off his cloak and showed a gentle face:
"Not talented, Demon Shadow Pavilion, Xuanyuan has friends."