Because Li Xin'an was not there, he didn't know when An Qingxu's actions were extended. With nothing to do, Xueyi Hall resumed its previous constitution and each took over the tasks to carry out the tasks.
In the study, Murong Bai lowered his head and looked at the task report submitted in recent days, with a very happy expression.
Ye Qinglan stood opposite him and reported:
"The Liu brothers and sisters are still looking for Liu Xiaoyi's traces. As for Brother Xiao, they took on the task of assassinating a wealthy businessman who is careless of his lives. They just set off this morning and are expected to come back in the afternoon."
Murong Bai said: "Brother Xiao actually took over the assassination mission, I really didn't expect it."
"Who said no?" Ye Qinglan smiled, "According to his personality, he might have swung a big knife into the door, chopped from the south to the north, causing trouble."
"It's better not to do this, otherwise we'll be in big trouble."
Murong Bai frowned: "Qinglan, like this, next time, you will go with Brother Xiao."
"I'll go?" Ye Qinglan frowned and said, "What am I going to do?"
"You are usually careful and just want to learn from Brother Xiao to make up for your weaknesses. Stop him when necessary and don't let him go too far."
Ye Qinglan shook his head: "You look down on Brother Xiao too low. Don't forget that he really came out of the sea of corpses and blood. He suffered a lot in the deserted place in Mobei where no one was shit. Do you think he is the kind of impulsive and irritable person? I'm just a joke. If it really comes to this, no one in our Blood Clothing Hall can think more carefully than him."
"You're right, I don't think about it."
Murong Bai changed his voice: "But, next time Brother Xiao goes out, you still have to follow him."
"Why is this?"
"Your cultivation has reached a bottleneck. It is no longer meaningful to simply practice swords by yourself and compete with us. You must face the enemy in the face to gain some insights. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to break through the third level."
"I asked you to go with Brother Xiao, not to let you take care of him, but to let him take care of you."
Ye Qinglan said with a sad face: "Wait a little longer, can you stop being so anxious?"
"That's what's going on." Murong Bai didn't give him the chance to refuse at all, "When Brother Xiao comes back in the afternoon, I will ask him to take you with him."
Ye Qinglan looked like she was indulging in love with her face, slumped on the chair and murmured:
"Okay, I'm going to kill someone... I'll know that sooner or later there will be such a day."
The door of the study room was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Murong Ce walked in.
"Young Master, the Lord is back."
"Brother Li?"
Murong Bai and Ye Qinglan looked at each other and said in surprise: "Didn't he go to entertain Japanese envoys? What are you doing when you come back?"
Murong Ce smiled bitterly and said, "He led a Japanese man and came back together."
"Hiss..." Ye Qinglan suddenly took a breath.
"broken!"
Murong Bai whispered in surprise and doubt: "This guy won't trick the Japanese envoy back to the Bloody Clothes Hall..."
"What did he think of this place as a vegetable market!" Ye Qinglan was angry and angry, and even wanted to laugh a little.
"If that's true, we can't let him beat Brother Li and then send the envoy back."
"Where are they?" Murong Bai asked.
“Just in the front yard martial arts field.”
"Qinglan, let's go over."
Murong Bai hurried to the front yard with Ye Qinglan. Across the distance, he saw Li Xin'an and another strange man standing there.
When Li Xinan saw Murong Bai and Ye Qinglan, he seemed to have seen an old friend he hadn't seen for many years and went to meet him excitedly.
"Bai Mutou, Ye Qi, long time no see, haha--"
"I just saw you the day before yesterday, what kind of monster you are doing?"
Ye Qinglan pulled Li Xinan aside, looked at Miyahara Kazuya not far away, and whispered:
"What did you bring him for?"
Li Xin'an smiled at Murong Bai: "I'll give it back to the wood."
"Give it to me?"
Murong Bai was puzzled and looked confused.
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"Come on, I'll introduce it to you."
Li Xin'an said loudly: "This is the Japanese envoy, one of the Eight Sakurajima families, and the heir to the Miyahara family, Kazuya Miyahara."
Murong Bai and Ye Qinglan nodded slightly, saying hello.
They don’t know what the Sakurajima Eight Family is. But it sounds like, its status will not be higher than that of Murong Villa and the Ye Family.
"Myama Jun, these two are my good brothers, Murong Bai and Ye Qinglan."
Miyahara Kazuya said coldly: "What are you talking about, the most powerful swordsmen of the Tang Dynasty?"
"good."
Murong Bai's face suddenly changed and he sent a voice: "What are you talking nonsense!"
Li Xinan leaned into his ear and whispered:
"Your Highness asked me to hold back four of them, and the other three were all tricked by me, and their hearts were tied elsewhere, leaving only this Miyahara Kazuya. If you suffer, beat him up and let him think behind closed doors."
"He is an envoy of Japan."
"So what? You are just an alien. You are the young leader of the Tang Dynasty Wulin. Everyone has come to challenge him. If you don't accept it, you will lose face in the Tang Dynasty Wulin."
Murong Bai stared at him hatefully and gritted his teeth and said, "You brought the person! Why don't you do it yourself? You can't beat him!"
"My current identity is His Highness's lord, representing His Highness. If I take action, it will trigger a conflict between them and His Highness."
Murong Bai took a deep breath: "...Okay, I promise you."
"But after this, if there are any consequences, you can clean it yourself."
"Okay." Li Xin'an's eyebrows were curved.
Miyahara Kazuya, who had been waiting for a long time, also watched them whisper and said in a hurry:
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's nothing, Miyahara, I've made you wait for a long time."
Li Xinan pulled Ye Qinglan back a few steps and smiled and said, "Please, please."
Miyahara Kazuya also pulled out his sword, held the handle with both hands, and withdrew one leg, saying:
"Miyahara Kazuya, join the upper part."
Murong Bai gave a sword tribute: "Murrong Bai, Murong Villa, please give me advice."
Miyahara Kazuya also frowned, and said unhappy: "Why don't you draw your sword?"
Murong Bai's face looked a little embarrassed - in his perception, Miyahara Kazuya was really in front of him, at best, at most, but not to mention him, as long as Ye Qinglan was ruthless, he could steadily suppress Miyahara Kazuya.
The reason why he did not draw his sword was because he was afraid that he could not stop and poked a transparent hole in the delicate envoy.
"Hmph, do people in the Tang Dynasty look down on others so much?
Miyahara Kazuya said coldly: "If you are happy, we will all use scabbards."
“No need.”
Murong Bai slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a "clang" sound, he pulled out "Fengming".
"I was rude before, but now, I will do my best."
Miyahara Kazuya also sneered: "Very good, put away your pride, this is interesting."
"I wouldn't be as unreliable as Igarashi. I'm easily frightened by you Tang people. Come on, let me see how much you have."
Li Xinan, who was watching the battle, couldn't bear to pull Ye Qinglan and turned his head.
"He's finished."
Ye Qinglan sighed: "Who do you think he is not good to provoke him? But he just provokes Bai Mutou."
"Stop watching, it will be miserable in a while."
As soon as Li Xin'an finished saying this, behind them, a crisp sound of swords colliding came, and one after another was the "cracking" sound.
That was Miyahara Kazuya wearing wooden clogs, and was losing streak.
"Make a bet, how much do you guess?" Li Xin'an asked.
Ye Qinglan knew that he was asking Murong Bai how long it would take to knock Miyahara Kazuya down: "If I win, what will you do? What is the bet?"
"...then you are amazing."
"Cut...thirty breaths."
"There is no such a long time, at most twenty breaths."
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"Tsk, Brother Li, why don't you tell me the world? You have to give some face to the envoys who come from afar. I guess thirty breaths are short enough. If someone else is replaced, it will start with fifty breaths."
"That's right, then I'll change it, thirty-five breaths."
"Hey, I'll buy it and leave it. This is not changed."
"This is not the key, what's important is, how long has it been since the beginning?"
“…”
Ye Qinglan sighed helplessly: "If you weren't my hall master, I really wanted to curse."
"Shh." Li Xin'an shrew, "There were nineteen sounds just now."
"Twenty...twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two..."
“Twenty-seven…twenty-eight…”
“Twenty-nine!”
The field fell into strange silence, and finally, the thirtyth collision sounded.
It was the sound of weapons hitting the ground.
Ye Qinglan was contented: "I won."
Li Xinan turned around in annoyance and saw Murong Bai calmly put his sword back into the sheath. Miyahara Kazuya half-kneeled on the ground, his right tiger's mouth was shattered, leaving blood behind. The Taidao with an extremely difficult-to-remember name was thrown aside.
"You are talking loudly." Murong Bai turned around and left, and said lightly before leaving.
Li Xin'an and Ye Qinglan smiled knowingly. He walked forward and wanted to help Kazuya Miyahara up.
"Need not!"
Miyahara Kazuya suddenly pulled his hand away, "I can stand up by myself."
Only then did Li Xin'an realize that Miyahara Kazuya's clothes were completely wet, as if they had swam in the river.
"What is this person? Is he the personal guard of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty?" Miyahara Kazuya also tried his best to drag his trembling body and stood up with difficulty.
The first sentence is to ask Murong Bai’s identity.
Li Xinan shook his head: "No."
"He is not a small background, but you don't need to know."
"What's your relationship with him?"
"I said, he is in my brother, oh, and my disciple."
Miyahara Kazuya looked deeply at the direction where Murong Bai left: "Is it the one led by the Right Guard?"
"I said it, you don't need to know."
Miyahara Kazuya also lowered his head, picked up the fallen sword, and turned around without saying a word.
Li Xin'an knew that all his self-esteem of this arrogant Miyahara Kazuya was broken by Murong Bai without leaving any trace.
He winked at Ye Qinglan and followed Miyahara Kazuya and walked out.
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At night, the Japanese Post Station.
Takahashi's special envoy Takehie Kato was sleeping soundly in the room. The one who slept with him was a woman from the Pipa Academy.
Deputy envoy Ju An Qingyuan was still in seclusion. Since Qingshuixin came back from Wanhualou, she has locked herself in the house without eating or drinking.
Therefore, the only one among them who can take on a great responsibility at this time is Yamada Matsu.
After the night of patrol, Yamada Matsuichi sat tiredly on the first floor. His companions beside him were already exhausted, and some even fell asleep.
Yamada Matsu leaned his neck and saw three closed doors.
Tiredness surged, Yamada Song walked upstairs with a knife and prepared to go back to the room to sleep.
Shimizu Nobu was sitting in the house, reflecting on his failure in Wanhua Building.
Suddenly, he heard a scream from Yamada Matsuichi's surprise from outside the door.
"Kato!"
Shimizu Nobu frowned and pushed the door out. Seeing Yamada Matsui standing in front of Takehie Kato's room, he asked:
"Yamada-kun, what's wrong?"
Yamada Matsuichi raised his arm stiffly and pointed at Takehiko Kato's door.
Shimizu Nobu walked over suspiciously, and saw that the door of Takehide Kato's room was wide open, and his bed was covered in red.
The blood soaked Kato Takeyoung's bedding, and his head was placed on the table in Kato Takeyoung's room!