Qiao Xianyong was a little angry and turned to look in the direction where the lychees were flying.
A girl who looked to be about the same age as him was standing there. The girl's braids were very strange, with dozens of thin braids hanging down the back of her head, and colorful threads were attached to each braid. , some even have small beads or crystals hanging on them, which look very beautiful when the sun shines on them. Qiao Xianyong thought that she seemed different from the girls in the Central Plains, but he couldn't tell what was different.
Qiao Xianyong rarely talked to others. He picked up a leaf next to him and wiped his right hand, then looked back at the scroll in his hand.
He heard very light footsteps coming over and stopping in front of him.
He looked up and saw the girl looking at him curiously.
"Little Taoist priest, what are you reading?" The girl's accent sounded a little strange, but her voice was clear and loud.
Qiao Xianyong closed the scroll and pointed out the name of the scripture to her.
"Dongxuan Lingbao Contemplation Sutra." After the girl finished reciting it seriously, she said, "Little Taoist priest, are you mute? What is your name? Which old Taoist priest is your master? How old are you?" This girl There seem to be endless questions.
Qiao Xianyong had little experience in talking to girls. His usual female chat partner was Ye Muxin. Ye Muxin always wore men's clothes and tied her hair in a man bun, and he didn't feel there was any gender difference. Other than that, he was the master. The white-haired old cook on the cliff, but she is too old and doesn’t speak much.
Qiao Xianyong was a little nervous. Which question should he answer first? He opened his mouth and said, "Why did you throw lychees at me?"
The girl didn't expect that what Qiao Xianyong asked was a question instead of the answers she wanted to know. She giggled so much that the corners of her eyes were bent, and she said, "You are not mute, I just want you to ignore me." "
Qiao Xianyong said seriously, "You threw the lychee with great force. If you hit someone, it will be very painful or even bloody."
The girl shook her head indifferently and was about to speak.
I heard someone ask, "Junior brother, who is this?"
Qiao Xianyong saw Ye Muxin and Wei Hong coming back. He stood up, nodded to Wei Hong and said, "Master, you are back. I don't know this friend either."
Ye Muxin looked the girl up and down. The girl saw a handsome young man who was a little older than Qiao Xianyong staring at her up and down. She blushed and stuck out her tongue at Ye Muxin and said, "What's the matter?" It’s pretty, shameless!” Then he quickly ran towards the backyard.
Qiao Xianyong heard Ye Muxin murmur, "This girl is so beautiful."
Qiao Xianyong said, "Is there anything special? The braids are really weird."
Ye Muxin glanced at him and said, "Don't you think her skin is particularly white? Her eye sockets are deep and her eyes are so light that they are gray. Although her nose is small, its bridge is extremely high." She hesitated and asked Wei Hong for his opinion. "Master, is this the Persian blood you told us about?"
Wei Hong nodded and said, "This girl looks like a mixture of Persian and Han. If nothing else, the Meri faction has also arrived." He seemed to remember something, looked into the distance blankly, and said, "I don't know. Is she here?"
Although the summer nights are hot, the towering Wushan Mountains next to Gaoping City seem to block most of the heat.
Huge black debris, like a whirlpool, rotating at high speed layer after layer, with a black hole in the center, as if it wants to suck everything in the world into it. Everything has become fragments, and there are fire and burnt objects everywhere. Corpse.
Qiao Xianyong took a breath and opened his eyes. It was another nightmare.
At this time, he heard the sound of soft footsteps in the originally unusually quiet courtyard.
He sat up vigilantly. Although Baiyun Temple should be very safe, now that Gaoping City's martial arts circles are here, it is inevitable that some robbers and thieves will want to pay for the incense and money in the temple.
He heard someone flicking the window paper in his guest room, and someone whispered, "Junior brother, it's me."
It was Ye Muxin. Qiao Xianyong quickly put on his shoes and quietly opened the door. He saw Ye Muxin wearing a black cloak and veil, nodded to him and made a gesture, meaning
Don't talk and just follow her.
Qiao Xianyong followed Ye Muxin closely and followed her through a small, ajar door on the east side of the Taoist temple. He was wondering how Ye Muxin knew he could go out here, when Ye Muxin patted him and pointed forward.
refer to.
Qiao Xianyong saw about twenty meters away, there were several people of different heights wearing black cloaks walking with great strides. Their steps were very light, which showed that they had good skills. Ye Muxin whispered to him, "From now on
Those who came out of Baiyun Temple are like those who stayed overnight today. Let’s go and have a look.”
Ye Muxin often made decisions on her own without asking for orders from her master, and often asked her junior brothers to help her out as a matter of course. When her master knew about it afterwards, she often didn't say anything.
They followed the men in black through several alleys in a hurry. Although those people were cautious, they seemed very anxious. Ye Muxin and Qiao Xianyong had excellent foundation in Qinggong, so they followed carefully. It was the end of the month, so there was no moon at night.
.The night is just a disguise for this group of people.
After passing a few alleys, I vaguely saw a bluestone mansion in the darkness. The white marble lion at the door was lifelike. Those with stone lions at the entrance of Gaoping City were wealthy families. Several men in black bypassed the door and came to the east side of the mansion.
Under the stone wall, he stood still.
Ye Muxin and Qiao Xian were always hiding behind the water tank outside the door of a nearby teahouse, watching them. Qiao Xianyong was thinking wildly, could it be a thief? It looked like he had done something good.
Just as he was thinking about it, the men in black had already jumped into the wall one after another. There was a petite one who jumped a little lower and seemed to have touched a tile on the wall, but the sound was extremely low. This level of Qinggong was unmatched by Qiao Xianyong.
It seems that he is not even worthy of carrying his master's shoes.
Ye Muxin pointed to the eaves closest to the wall in the house, lowered her voice and said, "Go up to the roof."
Three times and two times, they jumped up and controlled themselves to fall down very lightly.
Without Ye Muxin's prompting, Qiao Xianyong could see several men in black squatting under the window sill of the room below him, peeking furtively. After five minutes of no one speaking, a female voice spoke, "Brother, are you sure this is here?
?”
Qiao Xianyong's heart was shaken, this voice was a bit familiar.
Before the tall man in black had time to speak, in the darkness, a bright and cold sword struck towards where they were. An old voice shouted, "Who is that!"
Candlelights everywhere in the house gradually became brighter.
Qiao Xianyong and Ye Mu were even more depressed. They saw that the man holding the knife was an old man over fifty years old, with a full face and very strong feet. The tip of the knife flew and was about to stab one of the men in black.
people.
The men in black were also unambiguous. But I don’t know why they didn’t bring weapons. Several men in black surrounded the old man, and several pairs of fleshy palms turned into knives and slashed at the upper, middle and lower sides of the old man.
The old man's knife was extremely long, about four feet. It had the advantage of being long, but the disadvantage was that it was not agile enough. It might be able to gain some advantage one on one, but it gradually fell behind during the siege. The old man snorted angrily and loudly
Said, "Why don't you old guys come out and watch my Ziyang Palace jokes?"
When Qiao Xianyong heard about Ziyang Palace, he was startled. Could this old man with a long sword be Duan Muzhou, the master of Ziyang Palace in the southwestern continent of the Central Plains? He heard Wei Hong talk about it. Among the hundreds of millions of people in the Central Plains, except for the major mainstream sects,
In addition, there are also many side sects hidden away. Their actions are usually more secretive, and their styles are both good and evil. Most of them are outside the mainstream towns. He remembers that Ziyang Palace is famous for its Changmiao sword weapon that is more than three feet long.
.But they rarely leave the Southwest Continent, so why did they come to Gaoping City?