In the middle of the night, two figures fell into a courtyard in the north of the city one after another.
One of them took the lead in taking off the black hat and the black cloth covering his face, and a wrinkled and yellow old face suddenly appeared. Through the light in the room, you can clearly see his pale hair and eyebrows. He sighed and covered his face.
He coughed twice into his chest.
Seeing this, the old man in black standing behind him quickly asked with concern: "Master Yuan, are you okay?"
The two men in black guarding the door were slightly surprised. Master Yuan, who had reached the level of a master, was actually injured? But they did not dare to think too much. They wanted to step forward to help each other, but were interrupted by the white-browed old man raising his hand.
Mr. Yuan glanced at the old man in black with his peripheral vision, snorted with some dissatisfaction, walked towards the house, and did not forget to leave a sentence: "I am not weak enough to need help!"
Hearing this, Cai Lai clenched his fists with both hands and pulled up the black cloth on his face. But he felt the pain coming from all parts of his body. He couldn't help but gritted his teeth and groaned. He looked at the other person's back and felt a little unhappy in his heart: "
Since you are so strong, why did you get hurt? Why didn't you kill Tang Ji with your own hands!"
But having said that, he is still a little scared when he thinks about the man with two swords he met today. Judging from Tang Ji's reaction at that time, he should not know him. Who is that man? And why should he protect Tang Ji?
After thinking for a long time but not getting an answer, Cai Lai had no choice but to shake his head and walked into the house. Seeing Yuan Wangsheng sitting cross-legged on the bed and adjusting his breath, he asked softly: "Master Yuan, what should I do next? I still need to find an opportunity.
Kill Tang Ji?"
"The Lord said that we should capture Tang Ji alive. That kid is more valuable alive than dead." Yuan Wangsheng closed his eyes tightly and opened his bloodless lips. After a few breaths, he added: "Now
We have already alerted the enemy, and it is not convenient to take action again. I originally thought that I would continue to toss in the hunting ground tomorrow, so that Emperor Ning would become a laughing stock, but I did not expect that a fight broke out in the northwest."
Cai Lai nodded slightly and asked: "Master Yuan, what should we do next?"
Yuan Wangsheng thought for a while and replied: "Since the northwest has become lively, Kyoto City cannot be left behind. I want to go back to Yueliang, so you can stay and help Guan Chong."
"Yes!" Cai Lai answered with his hands raised. He just didn't plan to go back for a while, so he decided to stay with this guy. After all, he was a master, so he was always being ordered around. Why not stay and help disrupt the Ningguo court?
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At the same time, in the Xu family's mansion, a suave man in white was leaning on the seat. Although there were a few white strands in his black hair, his face was extremely handsome and delicate. There were several items on the stone table in front of him.
A delicious dish, and two scimitars were placed on the stool next to it.
He casually picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, poured a cup and drank it. Thinking back to the fight during the day, he couldn't help complaining: "That knife was too fast, otherwise I would have definitely killed the old man!"
At this moment, Ling Ying, wearing a bright red dress, walked over slowly: "Shura, you have worked hard today."
Hearing the sound, Shura pulled out the half-eaten chicken leg from his mouth, stood up suddenly, bowed and said, "I've seen Ling Zuo!"
"No need to be polite." Ling Ying smiled lightly, sat down on the stool next to her, and continued: "In the next few days, you may be required to follow Tang Ji."
Shura sat down again, poured another glass of wine and drank it, and then asked: "Shi Ling Zuo, that Tang Ji was so weak that he was hunted down by two masters. Who is he?"
"Oh? You haven't heard of him?" Ling Ying raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a soft smile.
"In the eyes of my subordinates, there are only living and dead people." Shura shook his head and replied, then gnawed the chicken leg clean, and added: "Forget it, no matter who he is, since it is the request made by you, the protector, Shura Mo
If you dare not obey, I will go find that boy after I finish eating. By the way, have you eaten? Do you want to eat something together?"
After saying that, he did not forget to hand the other chicken leg he had just torn off to Ling Ying.
The latter smiled lightly and then stood up: "I've eaten it. You can use it slowly. I will ask my servant to give you his information later."
After saying that, Ling Ying stood up, folded her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and walked slowly toward the backyard.
"Okay, please walk slowly!" Shura looked at her charming back, sighed that she has a good figure, and then stuffed the chicken drumstick in his hand into his mouth.
Just at this time, Xu Zhuyan walked over from the front yard. After seeing Shura, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked over quickly: "Shura!"
"King of Hell!" Shura's eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled out the chicken legs in his mouth again and threw it into the bowl. He wiped his hands on his clothes and walked up to give Xu Zhuyan a hug: "Hahaha, old King of Hell, for several years
No, you’ve aged a lot!”
"Yes, we haven't seen each other for five years." Xu Zhuyan patted him on the back with some excitement.
Soon, Shura took half a step back and handed him the half-eaten chicken leg: "Come on, come on, have you eaten? Forget it, no matter whether you eat or not, let's drink some with my brother!"
Xu Zhuyan naturally did not take the chicken drumstick covered with saliva. Instead, he sat down at the stone table, picked up an empty wine glass and poured a glass of wine: "I just received news that there is a fight between two masters at the Nanshan Hunting Ground. Look.
One of them is you!"
"Yes, as soon as I arrived in Kyoto, I was sent by Master Zuo to rescue people." Shura replied carelessly.
Hearing this, Xu Zhuyan narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, Ling Ying sent people to rescue Tang Ji. Now they need Ningguo to be in chaos to seize power, but all the strategies proposed by that kid are equal to hindering them. He really can't figure it out.
What is the purpose of doing this?
Shura noticed the change in his expression and asked doubtfully: "Old King of Hell, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, it's okay. You've worked hard today. Come on, brother, I'll have a drink with you!" Xu Zhuyan quickly put away his thoughts, picked up the wine glass and paid tribute to Shura, and casually joked: "You can only save this with your beauty skills."
You have a big face, but you didn’t keep your hair, hahaha!”
"Hey, your hair can be white, but your grandfather's face, which is so charming for a young girl, can't grow old!" Shura laughed, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with him.
"Old King of Hell, you're welcome, have some food, come here..."