On the Qinhuai River.
In a luxurious painting boat, as the green fireworks above the head bloomed in the sky, dozens of figures were seen flying across the banks, as if they were jumping on the water, tapping their feet several times on the river to borrow strength, their feet were as light as Yan, stepped on the rolling waves, and finally fell on the boat.
There were people on the boat, singing and dancing, with long hair and bare feet.
Several pretty and charming women were dancing to the music, with red lips and seductive eyes.
At a glance, there are Yi girls with red hair and green eyes, Orchid girls with yellow hair and snow-skinned skin, and charming Central Plains girls.
In front of these women, under the two exquisite and beautiful glazed lamps, there was a man sitting on a gorgeous Taishi chair, with a precious thin blanket worth a thousand gold spread under him, holding a jade cup, drinking Fine wine.
"Subordinates, please see the elders!"
Dozens of people hidden in the market all knelt on one knee and paid respect.
"Well," the man breathed out softly, swallowed the wine, and slowly probed forward the face hidden in the shadows, stretched his neck, and examined it with a sword sharper than the edge of a sword. His eyes swept over the demon sect members sitting down, "Get up."
The young voice carried an arrogant dignity.
Not only was his voice young, but his appearance was also extremely young. He seemed to be in his tenth year. His fair fingers were holding the finely carved white jade cup, pouring out the last drop of wine.
In front of this man were two squirming black cloth bags.
Someone saw this and stepped forward to open it. It turned out that there were two people inside, a young man and woman.
It seems that they fought against each other and suffered a lot when they were kidnapped. Both of them were disheveled, especially the man. Half of his cheeks were swollen, blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his white clothes were messy. He was in a very embarrassed state.
The man in white shirt had his hands and feet tied. Panic flashed through his eyes at first. When he saw that the woman beside him was safe and sound, he scolded: "Who are you? Do you know who I am?"
"Xie Longteng? I didn't expect that the second young master of the dignified Shenjian Villa would actually... hehe... secretly have a private meeting with the maid. If not, I would really have to work hard." The man sitting on the Taishi chair played with the jade cup. He asked casually, "Then do you know who I am?"
After hearing the other party reveal his identity, Xie Longteng looked around at the dozens of people wearing different clothes. Suddenly he seemed to think of something, and his face was hard to read: "Demon Cult?"
The person on the Grand Master's chair slowly put down the jade cup, squinted his eyes with a sinister look, and said slowly: "I've met the elder of the Demon Sect, Murong Ying."
Xie Longteng's expression changed drastically.
Murong Ying raised her hand and asked someone to hand over a pen and paper: "You are very good at Xie's swordsmanship just now. If you draw it, I will save your two lives. How about it?"
Xie Longteng sneered: "It turns out that you were the one who broke into the mountain gate some time ago. Hey, isn't the sword array at my Divine Sword Villa uncomfortable?"
Murong Ying did not respond, but demon sect members on the side grabbed the maid and dragged her back with understanding.
Xie Longteng struggled to get up and shouted angrily: "What are you going to do?"
But before Murong Ying could respond, she suddenly heard a scream of "Ah" and looked for the sound, only to see that the congregant who made the move had actually fallen to the ground with his hands on his throat, his eyes bulging, but it was the one who seemed to be frightened. The maid grabbed her sword and struck with it, swiftly and swiftly removing the nooses from Xie Longteng's hands and feet.
Seeing the demon sect members who had gathered around them instantly, the maid said urgently: "Second Young Master, you go first!"
"That's amazing!" Murong Ying waved his hand and signaled everyone to step back. He smiled lowly, "A mere maid can actually have such skills. Shenjian Villa is indeed hiding something deep and has a very big agenda."
As he waved his hand, he saw that there was an extremely strange thing behind him. It was six long swords of different styles. The six swords were scattered like fan bones, all contained in a sheath.
The maid protected Xie Longteng behind her, and said with a stern voice: "Huh, demons from the Demon Cult will be killed by everyone. I have left traces on the way here. It won't take long for the owner of the village to come to help. You will inevitably die."
Murong Ying was not alarmed, she chuckled and said: "Everyone knows that the third young master is very talented and beautiful, but how many people know the name of his second young master? He actually secretly had a secret meeting with a woman, he is really a loser. Now the Divine Sword Villa is under attack from both sides, and the 'Qinglong Society' is also ready to make a move. If Prince Xie dares to leave the village even half a step, oh, tomorrow morning, there will be no 'Xie clan' left in the world."
The maid's pretty face was tense and her eyes were determined. She turned back to look at Xie Longteng and showed a sad smile: "Master, it was I who harmed you."
After saying that, he actually raised his sword and attacked Murong Ying.
The music in the boat continued, and the dancers were not afraid of the light and shadow of the sword, and they still danced their graceful and alluring bodies lightly.
Murong Ying did not move at all, just looked coldly at the person who came to die.
In fact, this person hadn't even walked in front of him yet. When he passed by the dancers, he saw that the skirts were flying, the sleeves were swinging, the gowns were swaying, and in a blink of an eye, several dancers were changing their beautiful dance postures. There were already many people on the ground. A corpse, riddled with wounds and not a single scream.
Xie Longteng sat slumped on the ground, his eyes were empty and his face was pale.
Murong Ying frowned and said in disgust: "What a coward. We have the same father, but one is a dragon and the other is an insect. It's embarrassing."
While chatting and laughing, he poured another glass of wine as if he was drinking it himself. He seemed to be sipping it lightly, but suddenly he shook his hand and the wine glass was thrown sideways. It turned into a sharp shadow, penetrated the rain curtain, and hit the person on the top of the boat. A wooden pole on which lights and flags are hung.
"You're welcome, elder."
The wine glass flew out, followed by a chuckle.
Hearing the sound, he looked over and saw a thin figure standing on the head of the pole. He was wearing a rain hat, a Confucian robe billowing in the wind, white sleeves flying, and a long knife hanging diagonally from his waist. He only raised his wrist and flicked the wine glass with his backhand. Go back the way you came.
Murong Ying raised her hand to take the cup and looked sideways: "Who are you? Please tell me your name!"
The man lightly pressed the rain hat on his head with one hand, took a step forward, and fell like a light feather from the wind and rain.
"My subordinate Thunder Envoy has met the elder!"
Murong Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, drank the wine in the glass with a half-smile, and said softly: "It turns out you are the traitor. There really is a way to heaven but you don't take it. There is no way to hell but you barged in. I was worried that I couldn't find it. And you."
The visitor raised the brim of his hat, revealing his pale lower jaw, and said warmly: "What does the elder mean by this? I'm sorry that I don't understand."
It was Li Muchan.
Murong Ying sneered and said: "Haha, in the battle of Chang'an, the two guardians were killed in mysterious circumstances. The third princess was also poisoned by you. The two kings also died in your hands. You actually have the nerve to say you don't know what you mean."
Under the light, two people suddenly walked out from Murong Ying's side, two tall and burly figures wearing bamboo hats, shirtless and well-dressed, their muscles seemed to be cast from pig iron, full of oppression.
Li Muchan has met these two people.
At the time of "Rewarding Merits and Punishing Crimes", these two people were guarding the door. Later, they were also seen in the battle of Lengxiang Garden. Unexpectedly, they were still alive. It seemed that they had other ideas.
He calmly explained: "My subordinates have no choice. They are seriously injured and have to temporarily hide their whereabouts. In addition, the 'Blue Dragon Society' is watching eagerly, so they have been hiding in the dark. Now that the elder is here, my subordinates will take action." The work of dogs and horses.”
Murong Ying smiled and sarcastically said: "Seriously?"
Li Muchan also smiled back: "Of course it's true."
Murong Ying pondered for a long time, as if hesitating whether to believe Li Muchan or not. He suddenly smiled and said: "You haven't met these two people next to me, have you? They are the 'Wind Messengers'."
Li Muchan never thought that there were actually two of them, and they seemed to be masters of martial arts.
"I've met you two!" he greeted with a smile.
The two people didn't respond, they were like two mutes or two statues of gods.
Li Muchan didn't care, but asked curiously: "When did the elder come to the Central Plains?"
It stands to reason that for such a person, the Qinglong Society should also receive news.
"I came with the envoy from the Western Regions," Murong Ying drank and glanced at Li Muchan casually, "You ask these questions, are you thinking of how to kill me?"
Li Muchan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "The elder is joking."
Murong Ying sneered and was about to answer when she suddenly turned her head and saw dozens of fast boats approaching on the river. On each boat was a swordsman with a cold face, all dressed in black and white. He was well dressed, with pointy shoes on his feet, and his leggings were tightly tied in layers. He held a piece of green bamboo in his hand, like an arrow from the string, cutting through the misty rain in the river, coming with great force.
Seeing this scene, Murong Ying smiled instead of being surprised, put down her wine glass, and stood up from the table: "Excalibur Villa, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
