Tang Zhao hurriedly cleaned up the room, and when he came outside, everything fell silent.
In a Taoist temple deep in the mountains, once the lights are turned off, you can't see your fingers, and everything is completely silent, as if you are outside the world.
At one end of the monastery, in the house where King Pei and the two were drinking, gradually no sound could be heard, and no shadows reflected on the windows could be seen. They must have been drunk. Others, whether they were young men, women or the elderly, fell asleep.
Tang Zhao quietly entered a small room, poured himself a cup of water, first covered the cup with his hand, and used hot air to warm his fingers that had just washed the cup in cold water.
The stiff fingers slowly softened, and he couldn't help but ask himself:
What am I doing here?
Tang Zhao slipped out of his warm bed in the middle of the night and went to an ancient temple in the mountains to disguise himself and collect intelligence. Tang Zhao thought it would be a thrilling adventure, but he ended up doing housework all night.
He hasn't washed as many dishes in twelve years as he did today.
intelligence……
"Have you collected a little bit?"
At least I know that this force that covets the Devil's Den has a large number of people and is guarded by swordsmen. I feel that it is much more decent than the ragtag crowd in Iron Scorpion Castle.
Swordsman, swordsman, Sanren, heavy swordsman...
Except for the spiritual officer, the configuration is complete.
He thought about it and focused on the "Sword User".
Soldiers against soldiers, against generals. Swordsmen are of course dealt with by swordsmen. The mysterious swordsman with a big arrogance has his own punishment to compete with him. The person Tang Zhao wants to respond to should be the sword user.
Pei Shoujing...
The girl's appearance flashed through his mind - she was a very calm girl. To be praised by the ancestor of the family, he must be quite strong.
She is the sword user who officially controls the power sword. She must be more familiar with various sword techniques than herself, and she should even be proficient in various tactics.
As for himself, in addition to relying on the power of the sword itself, he only has the advantage of "the enemy is bright and we are dark".
But is that really an advantage?
Tang Zhao didn't even know what kind of sword she was, he only knew that her sword was related to plum blossoms. Do you want to do some more spying?
Is this an extraneous incident? He is not a professional spy, so what kind of questions can he use? In Mr. Chen's spy stories, those who are self-righteous and do not act according to plan will always be miserable.
Now there seems to be a new situation. The mysterious swordsman will come tomorrow. Will there be any changes in the plan?
There was a knock on the door behind him, and Tang Zhao said, "Uncle Master?"
This is called Black Widow, and he will also call her that when no one is around, so as not to be overheard and arouse suspicion.
It was Black Widow who came, and she was alone.
In the darkness, her outline was blurry, except for the yellow crown on her head. She came to Tang Zhao, leaned down, and whispered in his ear: "Get ready quickly, let's go down the mountain."
Tang Zhao said: "Tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow is none of your business." In the darkness, her voice was relatively stable, but her speech was faster than usual, and she almost lost her laziness: "I didn't know there was a swordsman coming, so I brought you out. Now the plan has changed, I can’t interfere with the swordsman’s affairs, and I have already sent a message to inform the people in the Prosecution Department.”
Tang Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to say: Why does it sound like you brought me out privately and the District Procuratorate didn't even know?
But he still didn't question it and said, "What about you?"
Black Widow said: "I'll take you down the mountain and you'll be back before dawn. It doesn't matter if you are missing a Taoist boy in the temple. If you don't even have me, why don't you reveal your secret? It's not easy to manage my identity. It's not time to abandon it yet. Let's go. Bar."
Tang Zhao said: "I will go down the mountain by myself. You stay here and don't let others see you going up and down the mountain, which will arouse suspicion."
Black Widow said: "That's not possible. Do you know the southeast, northwest, and northwest of this deep mountain and old forest? I will send you back to a safe place before you can come back. It is important to keep this stronghold, but you are more important. If you destroy this place, you will not be able to catch any fish at most. If I hurt you, Xingji will fight me tooth and nail."
Tang Zhao said no more, and he had nothing to prepare. The two of them got up directly and gently went out through the back door.
After coming down the mountain, the two of them didn't light a lamp and walked back silently along the road they came from.
Suddenly, Black Widow pulled Tang Zhao and said: "Hide."
Tang Zhao didn't feel anything unusual, but this was not the time to hesitate. He immediately slipped and hid behind the bushes.
The black widow was hiding behind a tree in the other direction.
Just after the two of them sank down at the same time, a white figure walked over from a distance.
Tang Zhao took a sneak look and immediately lowered his head. At a glance, he could only see clearly the man's white hair, hanging down like a waterfall.
Is it that swordsman?
It turns out that the swordsman also walked here? There is no sword flying.
He was amused by his own thoughts. He thought about the execution and Ping Jiangqiu. The swordsman usually ate, slept, walked and rode horses. Apart from his somewhat eccentric personality, there was nothing special about him.
But unlike the unreliable swordsmen he knew, this swordsman had white hair and was serious. His footsteps made a rustling sound on the dead leaves in the mountains. The closer he got, the more he heard Tang Zhao's breathlessness.
Don't be nervous. Nervousness can cause rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath, which can be easily detected.
He used internal energy to adjust the movement of his breath. Although he was not yet proficient, the effect was good, and gradually he could no longer hear his own breathing. As for the black widow opposite, it's not Tang Zhao's turn to worry about it. Even if Tang Zhao is discovered, she will not be discovered.
Seeing that the white-haired man was about to pass by him, he suddenly heard other sounds.
Before he could tell what the sound was, the white-haired man had already stopped and said, "You still don't give up? You don't know what you can do. You are extremely stupid."
I saw a man stumbling out, his body and face covered with blood, like a bloody man, but he still stood upright and said: "How can I ask you to escape?"
Tang Zhao was shocked and almost shouted: "Teacher Si——"
The white-haired man lowered his voice a few degrees and said: "Run away? Looking at your appearance, do you deserve to let me escape? I am too lazy to pay attention to your land inspection department, so I spared your life, and you still keep pestering me. It's really a toast but not a punishment." liquor."
Tang Zhao was worried and surprised at the same time: From his tone, he didn't intend to become an enemy of the Prosecution Department? Didn't he want to organize a sneak attack on the Demon Cave? Why hold back?
Si Liyu wiped the blood from his head and said in a condensed voice: "Hand over Tang Zhao."
Tang Zhao was stunned, and the white-haired man said: "I said I don't know Tang Zhao. Now I say it again. My patience is limited."
Si Liyu said: "You entered Tang Zhao's room and he disappeared. Now you tell me that you don't know him? Aren't you the one who distributed his reward to various gangsters?"
Tang Zhao suddenly realized: Black Widow had indeed brought him out privately, and the Prosecution Department had no idea about it. His disappearance has nothing to do with others, it is a misunderstanding.
But why did this person come into his room? As expected, he was the one who issued the reward, and the information from the Prosecution Department was good. But since he had known this person for a long time, why didn't Xing Ji take action and only Si Liyu was left?
Tang Zhao stared at the white-haired man again to confirm that he didn't know him. Why would he put a reward on him?
In any case, this was a misunderstanding. Si Liyu was in a bad situation, so Tang Zhao had to step forward and let Si Liyu know that he was safe and not to forcefully take action again.
Of course, he couldn't jump out and say, "I'm here, don't fight." After all, this person was wanted for him, and he might really want to arrest him, but he couldn't find him this time. If Tang Zhao ran out rashly and the fake hostages became real hostages, it would be bad for everyone.
His gaze wandered, intending to move quietly to a place where only Si Liyu could see him, and then reveal his face vaguely. With Si Liyu's alertness, he would naturally take the opportunity to retreat.
The white-haired man said calmly: "Who? Oh, that boy. I don't need him now, I have a better one. Also, since you have met, please keep your paws away from me. I smell it The stench of Jiandisi makes me want to vomit. You guys have been chasing me and sniffing me these days. I ignored you because I didn’t want to cause trouble, not because I was afraid of you. Don’t make me kick your doghouse. Get out of here.”
Si Liyu stared at him and said, "I understand, did you put him in the jar?"
Tang Zhao was so horrified that he didn't care about anything else. He stretched out his head to take a look and saw that the white-haired man was holding a jar in his hand, which was exactly what he put under the bed——
Ping Jiang Qiu!
In an instant, Tang Zhao panicked. Could it be that the white-haired man who broke into his room at night was heading for Ping Jiangqiu? !
When the white-haired man heard the word "jar", his eyebrows stood up and he scolded: "You are so shameless, go -" A cold light flashed, and the sword was unsheathed: "Death!"
He was fast, but Si Liyu was not slow either. He jumped forward almost at the same time, rushing forward like an arrow from a string, the light of the sword in his hand extinguishing.
His sword is not a sword light as bright as frost and snow, but a coquettish and faint light...
Bloody light!
His sword was in the same state as he was now, filled with blood, dyeing the night with blood.
Amidst the strange sword energy, the two quickly exchanged several moves. Si Liyu retreated violently and took several steps back.
The white-haired man said coldly: "It's just a magic weapon, how dare you offend the swordsman?"
Si Liyu was breathing harder and harder, and the blood on his head and body couldn't help but flow down, covering the blade of the sword.
The sword's blade was still bright red, but it was more dazzling and brighter.
The sword blade, which was originally solidified like a ruby, now flows like blood in the veins, and is connected to the hand holding the sword.
The red penetrated from bottom to top, spreading wantonly like complicated tattoos, dyeing his body red inch by inch. A faint blood mist filled the air, and Si Liyu's figure was shrouded in the mist, and his facial features were half-covered and became very strange.
The originally indifferent expression of the white-haired man gradually became serious, and the sword blade in his hand trembled slightly. He did not show any abnormality like Si Liyu, but he stretched out his other hand and grabbed the sword secret.
Tang Zhao didn't care about hiding, and moved behind the white-haired man along the bushes.
