Unfortunately, there were many corpses lying around, and even blood was splattered everywhere.
This is not something a lady from a famous family can do.
Especially from the beginning to the end, the expression on Murong Qiudi's face was not wavering.
It was as if this was not a massacre, but a moment of free time in the afternoon to prune a clump of flowers and grass.
There are so many grievances and grievances in the world of martial arts. It is not a big deal to kill people, set fire to people, or destroy a whole family.
But Murong Qiudi, a lady from a well-known family, was so ruthless in her attacks. This strong contrast still made Chen Xuan look twice.
Murong Qiudi's expression was cold, she just glanced at Ming Yuexin's face twice more, and then said indifferently.
"take away."
Hearing this, the guards beside her stretched out their hands to pull Chen Xuan and Ming Yue Xin away.
Chen Xuan didn't care, but Mingyue Xin was still losing his temper.
The guards pulled her a few times, but she remained motionless. One of the guards' eyes turned cold, and he pulled out a long knife to threaten her.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the long knife broke into two pieces with a "ding" sound.
"who!!!"
"Who is it!"
"What's going on!"
Several guards around him thought there were some martial arts masters hiding upstairs, but Murong Qiudi, who was supposed to turn around and leave, paused and turned back to look at Chen Xuan faintly.
"My little girl Murong Qiudi, may I ask who you are?"
"Chen Xuan, this is my concubine Mingyue Xin."
Hearing him belittle herself in this way, Ming Yuexin finally couldn't help but raise her head and glare at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan ignored it.
Murong Qiudi murmured in a low voice.
"Ming Yue Xin... Ming Yue Xin... what a good name. Would you like to come to my house to talk about it?"
"Okay." Chen Xuan nodded.
Ming Yuexin has been unable to contact the informants of the Qinglong Society in the past few days, and the group of Zhennan Academy masters who escorted Li Qingluo have completely lost their whereabouts, so Chen Xuan has nothing to do and is very depressed.
Following Murong Qiudi to her residence now would be a change of residence at best, which would have no impact on the experts who are looking for Zhennanyuan.
After he opened his mouth, the surrounding guards naturally did not need to take action, and the group walked straight out of the kiln building.
As soon as Ming Yuexin walked out of the door, she couldn't help but sneered and said jokingly.
"Chen, you just can't change your mind..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Xuan interrupted.
"Mrs. Zhuo, we are all people of status, so don't speak so harshly."
"It's ugly? Miss Murong said a few words, and you followed her like a dog. You are so capable, why don't you sleep with her too?"
"No rush."
Chen Xuan's floating words didn't mean Yue Xin, but even Murong Qiudi's footsteps paused slightly.
However, Murong Qiudi was still afraid of that fierce energy just now.
She couldn't tell the level of Chen Xuan's strength.
But she knows very well that in the world, beauty is like a peerless magic weapon. The more beautiful she is, the more people come to snatch her.
Only a truly strong man deserves the most beautiful woman.
Ming Yuexin obviously belongs to the very beautiful category, and of course, this unknown young hero's strength cannot be underestimated.
Murong Qiudi did not fall out with Chen Xuan because she always had a good temper towards masters.
Xie Xiaofeng has lived incognito for many years and has been away from Shenjian Villa for a long time.
There were rumors in the world that he died suddenly in his prime, but Murong Qiudi always believed that he was still alive and finally found this place.
She simply prepared a palace here, and after leading Chen Xuan and Ming Yuexin back to the palace, she excused herself.
"Chen Shaoxia, Miss Mingyue, and Qiudi still have some trivial matters to deal with. You two can feel free to do so in the house."
After that, she led the people away.
As soon as she walked away, Chen Xuan picked up Ming Yuexin by the waist.
Ming Yue Xin raised her eyebrows and said impatiently.
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you think I want to do? I have already said that you and Qinglong will owe me this. If you don't help me find my wife and concubines for a day, I will punish you for a day. If I am pushed into a hurry, I will have to kill you.
You can’t be sold into a brothel and used as a prostitute!”
"..." Ming Yuexin knew that she was in the wrong, and was speechless for a moment.
Chen Xuan said he was aggressive, but in fact he was not greedy for this kind of fun. He was now more worried about Li Qingluo's safety, and even seemed to be thinking about food rather than tea.
He said he carried Ming Yuexin into the back room, but he didn't do anything, he just held her in his arms and stayed there.
Seeing his worried look, Mingyue Xin sneered a few times and said jokingly.
"How can a rotten person like you pretend to be infatuated?"
"I'm not infatuated, it's just something that belongs to me. I don't like others to get involved."
As Chen Xuan spoke, he glanced at Ming Yuexin faintly and said curiously.
"Do you think there is something wrong with Gong Ziyu? Why did he give you to Yan Nanfei?"
"..."
"When you and Yan Nanfei did that thing at night, did he just hide outside and watch? That's quite exciting to think about."
Ming Yuexin didn't want to talk to him at first, but she didn't expect that the more Chen Xuan said, the more outrageous he said. She was so angry that she raised her hand and almost slapped him again.
Chen Xuan looked at her expression of hatred and sneered.
Chen Xuan's cynicism was like rose thorns, piercing all her disguises, just like her original complete and beautiful feelings, which were gradually and ruthlessly worn away.
This is really a very sad story.
Originally, she shouldn't have any feelings for other men except Gong Ziyu.
She may not care about her body, but she always remains emotionally unique. Even when she is with Yan Nanfei, it is only because she regards him as "Gong Ziyu".
In this game, even she sometimes can't tell whether she likes the handsome young master of the past or the young master with the bronze mask now.
What is so ridiculous is Yan Nanfei who has lost himself, or Ming Yuexin who deceives himself and others?
Or maybe Gong Ziyu himself is also pathetic.
However, she also had a strange feeling for Fu Hongxue.
Originally, she disguised herself as his former lover in order to stimulate him.
But later on, while she secretly hated her current appearance, she couldn't help but secretly fantasize about if she were that woman, if she were Cuinong...
She tried her best to avoid thinking about this problem, because she knew that it was just another very sad story.
Inevitably, there will always be jealousy, sadness and conflict.
It wasn't until there was no more "Gong Ziyu" in the world that she truly achieved unprecedented happiness.
The person she loves has not changed, but it is no longer Gong Ziyu.
The name is just a codename, but she has paid so much for it.
However, as long as there is a bright moon in your heart, the bright moon will always rise, right?
She sighed secretly in her heart, as if relieved, but the next second Chen Xuan suddenly hugged her and started kissing her.
This sudden movement startled Ming Yue, and immediately she couldn't help but look at the young man in front of her.
She has followed Yan Nanfei for many years.
Later, he disguised himself as Cui Nong and followed Fu Hongxue around the border towns.
Yan Nanfei and Fu Hongxue are both knights with distinctive personalities.
Yan Nanfei uses a sword and Fu Hongxue uses a knife. They are equally lonely and forbearing, equally sad and persistent.
However, the young man in front of me is completely different. He is like a ball of fire, regardless of reason or cause and effect, he just burns fiercely.
Ming Yuexin could feel Yan Nanfei's unwillingness and forbearance as a puppet.
From Fu Hongxue, we can experience the loneliness and sadness of the prodigal son from the border town.
Only in Chen Xuan, she felt only love, simple love between husband and wife.
Chen Xuan is in the world of martial arts, but his story is far less profound than that of ordinary heroes.
He is just an ordinary person with the simplest and most passionate emotions, free and unrestrained, romantic and casual.
Ming Yue Xin didn't feel any scheming or burden on him, she just enjoyed it with him and enjoyed the world together.
These were feelings she had never had around Yan Nanfei, Fu Hongxue, or even Gong Ziyu.
For some reason, Mingyue Xin was suddenly very scared.
She was afraid that she would indulge in this simple and mediocre life and lose her own dignity and loneliness.
At that time, she will no longer be Ming Yuexin, but his Mrs. Chen.
…………………………………………
The other side.
Murong Qiudi hurriedly walked out of the courtyard and walked through the corridor. A guard in black followed quickly and handed him a letter.
She glanced briefly and then said indifferently.
"Let him wait for me in the front yard."
While she was talking, she had already hurried to the front yard. She was rarely in such a hurry because she knew that when doing things, there would always be mistakes.
But now, she had to take small steps to go to the front yard, just because there was someone there that she wanted to see eagerly.
The moment she stepped out of the courtyard, before she saw anyone coming, she faintly felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards her face.
Murong Qiudi knew that this was not the wind, but the sword intention.
Standing in the courtyard was a swordsman dressed in black.
He stood indifferently, with black boots, black clothes, and black hair, exuding an intimidating silence.
The black clothes set off his thin and pale face, making him look like the noble young man suffering from tuberculosis, sick and crazy.
His name is Yan Shisan, a swordsman who is crazy about swords.
Many years ago, there was a swordsman named "Yan Qi" and another swordsman named "Yan Wu" in the world.
Yan Shisan felt that he was stronger than the two of them combined, so he called him Yan Shisan.
Yan Shisan likes black and worships black.
Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness and death. Black also symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility.
What they symbolize is exactly the life of a swordsman.
More than ten years ago, the third young master of Shenjian Villa rose to fame, but few people knew that there was another swordsman in black who also became famous at the age of seventeen.
But few people praise or even know him.
Because Yan Shisan was born to pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship, anyone who competes with him will usually die.
Naturally, few people will publicize his deeds.
Until Murong Qiudi found him.
In fact, Yan Shisan would have competed with Xie Xiaofeng without Murong Qiudi's invitation.
It doesn't matter about the grievances and grievances in the world, it's just for the lifelong pursuit of swordsmanship.
The life of a swordsman is to pursue the ultimate goal of swordsmanship. Yan Shisan knew that his only destination was death.
Just like most swordsmen.
No matter how different they are, there is no room for two peerless swordsmen in the same arena.
They inevitably came together.
One is a highly respected emperor of swords, and the other is a crazy swordsman who works alone with the sword. The two always need a result.
It's a pity that three years ago, he went to "Excalibur Villa" and wanted to have a decisive battle with Xie Xiaofeng, the third master of Excalibur Villa, but unexpectedly learned that Xie Xiaofeng was dead.
So, he carved the word "ten" on the boat leading to "Excalibur Villa", and then he threw the sword that had followed him for twenty years and killed countless people into the middle of the lake.
But now Murong Qiudi found him and said straight to the point.
"Xie Xiaofeng is still alive."
"Where is he?"
"He went south, I will help you find him."
"..." Yan Shisan didn't say much, just turned and left indifferently.
Looking at Yan Shisan's retreating figure, Murong Qiudi's eyes flashed with a trace of undisguised madness and restlessness.
It is hard to imagine that such a quiet and frail lady from a famous family would have such an expression.
There is no doubt that when Xie Xiaofeng took her to escape from marriage and then abandoned her, it was a huge blow to this famous lady.
"Xie Xiaofeng! Xie Xiaofeng!!!"
Murong Qiudi recited that name crazily in her heart and clenched her hands tightly.
Those delicate nails almost made blood pierce her palms.
And the person she longed for was walking away alone at this moment, not knowing where she was going.
Although Chen Xuan accidentally revealed Xie Xiaofeng's state of mind, Xie Xiaofeng still had many doubts in his heart.
The first half of his life was too smooth, with almost no bottlenecks.
He possesses an astonishing talent in swordsmanship, was born to be the young master of the Excalibur Villa, and is favored by the most beautiful woman in the south of the Yangtze River, Murong Qiudi.
Fame, wealth, beauty, swordsmanship... everything he desires comes true, and others may not be able to have it even if they have been striving for thousands of years.
But amidst such beauty, Xie Xiaofeng felt an inexplicable emptiness.
He felt that his sword was missing something, but he could never make up for this regret.
This lack kept him awake at night.
In the end, he chose to fake his death, hide his name, destroy all the good things, and feel the incomplete despair.
He became a useless Aji who carried water and urine for prostitutes. He became a lowly turtle man who was laughed at by countless people, but he still could not understand it.
"Why...what exactly? What do I want to pursue?"
The confused Xie Xiaofeng walked into the distance blankly, his heart full of questions.
On the other side, Yan Shisan, who has regained his fighting spirit, chooses to return to the Excalibur Villa and take away the long sword he abandoned in the middle of the lake. He is waiting for the final showdown with Xie Xiaofeng.
There are endless disputes in the world, turbulent times are raging, and countless heroes and geniuses are constantly pursuing the ultimate path.
On this extreme road, instead of catching up, Chen Xuan fell into a nap.
Along with a long low hum, the sound in the curtain gradually died down.
Ming Yuexin didn't speak, but Chen Xuan turned his head to look at her and said softly.
"Why is Mrs. Zhuo in such good condition this time? She feels very moist."
"...Can you shut up?"
Mingyue Xin bit her teeth, feeling that in front of him, sooner or later he would get angry.