Tang Jiu looked at the young man in front of him with a firm gaze, as if he had seen the frail figure in the Tang sect many years ago who, despite the dissuasion of his elders and the cold eyes of his fellow sects, resolutely abandoned his poisonous skills and only loved practicing swordsmanship.
Tang Jiu, who originally wanted to raise an army to question the crime, now lost the coldness in his eyes and looked at the young man intently for a moment. He seemed to have made up his mind. After a brief nod, he took something out of his arms and threw it towards the young man.
The young man took it, feeling heavy and familiar. Looking down, he saw Tie Lian holding twelve half-fingered copper swords lying in the palm of his hand. He couldn't help but raised his head in surprise and asked, "Senior?"
"The Tang Sword Lotus is my unique weapon. My sword intention is poured into it. It can save your life in times of danger... But you remember, just like in the forest outside the castle, the sword intention is If it is scattered, it will no longer have any effect." Tang Jiu didn't pay attention to the surprised look of the young man, and just said to himself.
When Gu Xiao was at a disadvantage in the fight with the remnant soul, he relied on the half-fingered copper sword to turn defeat into victory. Unexpectedly, Tang Jiu actually gave him the Tang Sword Lotus Flower. He immediately cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, senior, for the gift of the sword."
"No need to thank me, I just don't want that little girl to be sad because of you." Tang Jiu appreciated it in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it, so he had to use Jiang Ningxue as a shield.
After finishing speaking, he seemed to have made up his mind even more, frowning and continuing to speak to the young man.
"After being hit by greed for a while, it's like drinking fine wine, and there will be winding blood streaks on the forehead. Once the blood enters the eyebrows, there is no way for gods to save... This poison is originally the most precious thing in my Tang Sect Poison Scripture Pavilion. It can be found many years ago It has been stolen before, and the poison and antidote are gone. This is a secret matter of our Tang Sect, so I cannot tell you."
Only then did Gu Xiao understand why Tang Jiu was unwilling to tell him the secret of his lustful pleasure before, and said, "If that's the case, then why does Senior Tang tell me now."
Tang Jiu took out the wine bag and took a sip of wine: "The theft of a moment of pleasure is an unsolved case in our Tang Sect that has not been solved for many years. To this day, it is still a major problem in our Tang Sect. After many years of tracing, there is no clue. , let me tell you, I also want to ask you to help me, Tang Sect, conduct an investigation. If you find any clues..."
Gu Xiao instantly understood the meaning behind Tang Jiu's words, presented him with a sword as a sign of goodwill, and told Tan Huan where he came from... Taking over Tang Jiu's words, he said, "If this junior finds out any clues, he will definitely inform his senior."
"Where are you going to start investigating?" Tang Jiu saw that the young man's mind was active and he had already understood the implication of his words, so he asked again.
Gu Xiao did not tell anyone about his desire to enter Wangli Villa, but just shook his head and said: "I don't have a clue where to start, but please rest assured, Senior Tang. As long as I have clues, I will inform senior."
When Tang Jiu saw this, he stopped asking any more questions and said, "There is one more thing..."
"Senior, do you have any other instructions?" Gu Xiao said.
After finishing speaking, Gu Xiao saw that Tang Jiu was hesitant to speak, and immediately understood what he wanted to say, and said: "Senior, don't worry, Miss Jiang is a disciple of my Qi Yun Lingyun Sword Sect. Nan Tang and Qi Yun won Jiang in the past. As a boundary, the two countries have had no entanglements for so many years, and the younger generation will not talk nonsense."
Tang Jiu was very satisfied with the young man's words and said with a smile: "That's very good... If you get any clues, you can come to Tangmen to look for me."
When Gu Xiao heard this, he cupped his fists and saluted: "Junior, we are going to leave now."
Tang Jiu nodded in return and saw the young man getting on his horse and riding away until his figure was out of sight... He looked back towards Fengjiabao and murmured: "My vision is pretty good, but it's a pity... ugh..."
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Under night, the Golden Knife Gate outside Bianjing City.
Even when the news of the failed interception and killing of Wan Jun came that day, Wang Heng had never seen his father become as angry as he was today. He was visiting Gao Lian's father in Langzhou and got the secret information of his sect, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Gao Lian and returned to Jin Dynasty. In the sword gate.
Along the way, Wang Heng only saw his father's face solemn and did not dare to ask questions. It was not until he entered the Zhuque Pavilion and retreated from everyone that he saw his father getting furious, his true energy overflowing, shattering all the treasures in the room to the ground, and the precious Huanghuali's chair was shattered to pieces by the internal force.
"Heng'er."
After his anger subsided, Wang Yan spoke immediately. Wang Heng hurriedly made tea and stepped forward: "Father, don't get so angry that you are so angry. What happened."
Seeing the hot tea served by his son, Wang Yan calmed down a little and said in a deep voice: "He Zhidao and his son are gone."
"What." As soon as he said this, Wang Heng was surprised and almost lost his balance with the hot tea in his hand.
His father had praised He Zhidao in front of him more than once. Regardless of the scheming or martial arts, he was superior. Unexpectedly, he... felt a little panicked and was about to drop the tea cup in his hand.
A pair of hands held Wang Heng's hands and caught the tea cup that was about to fall. Wang Heng concentrated and saw that his father had regained his composure. He calmed down a little and continued to speak: "Father, what is the way... What should we do next?”
When Wang Heng saw his father holding the tea cup, he hurriedly found a chair in the messy room and moved it to his father.
Wang Yan looked at his son lovingly, opened the tea cup, brushed off the foam, looked around for a moment, and already had a calculation in his heart, he spoke softly and called Wang Heng close to him.
"He Zhidao had two sons, and the spies came to report... The second son, He Ji, escaped from the Hejiapu accident. Not only that, he also brought what the master wanted... But if he wants to return north, he must cross the wild geese. Bei, you lead people north, no matter what, you must find He Ji and send him back to Jin safely."
"Don't worry, father, I'll leave now, kid." After hearing his father's instructions, Wang Heng stood up immediately and was about to leave.
"etc."
Wang Yan called his son and continued: "You are so impatient. There are two more things you must complete when you go north... The first thing is the defense map of the ten counties in Yanbei. The second thing is , you have to inquire about someone along the way."
"who?"
"A young man wearing a green shirt."
"Father, what is so unique about this young man?"
"The person the Lord is looking for also likes to wear blue shirts..."
Wang Yan turned her eyes to her son, and suddenly put her arms around Wang Heng's neck. There seemed to be some hesitation in her eyes, and she continued: "If you find out about this person's whereabouts, don't be alarmed, let alone get entangled with him. Remember."
Seeing his father being so solemn, Wang Heng nodded in agreement and said, "What else can I tell you, father?"
Wang Yan patted his son's head and said: "You go and take the two sword-guarding elders of Xuanwu Pavilion with you. Be careful in everything. Remember, you must find He Ji and the young man in green shirt. As soon as there is news, we will immediately Pass the letter to me."
He didn't take his father's instructions to heart again, and the excitement in his eyes could hardly be suppressed. Wang Heng held his father's arm and said, "Don't worry, father. The child will set off tonight and will definitely complete the task assigned by his father."
Looking at the back of his son leaving quickly, Wang Yan's eyes became more worried. He knew his son better than his father, but at the moment, he really couldn't entrust this important task to others.
He took out the shiny chess piece from his sleeve and played with it in his hand. He was still thinking about Hejiapu, but when he heard the sound of slight footsteps, Wang Yan didn't turn around and sneered: "Uncle, Heng'er is in danger here. Zhongzhong, do you think that if I do this, I will put Heng'er in danger... But if I don't use Heng'er, how can I rest assured... That Fei Wei is a lesson learned from the past."
The man under the cloak heard this. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly: "Don't underestimate Fan Mou... If you didn't doubt me, how could you use that excuse to remove me from Fan's mansion."
"This kind of vacillating dog dares to bite its master after being fed to its fullest?" Wang Yan heard this, put down the teacup in his hand, and asked.
"The second prince went to Jiang Lin." Butler Wang did not answer Wang Yan, but just told Wang Yan the information he had learned.
Wang Yan suddenly smiled and said: "So it turns out that it's not that I've been fed enough, but that my master has changed..."
"One more thing." Butler Wang continued.
"Oh?" Wang Yan said with interest.
"Prince Ning, I am leaving the capital with a secret order." Steward Wang has long since lost the frightened posture in Fan Mou's mansion, and his eyes are full of cunning.
"Qi Tao? Where has he gone?" Wang Yan seemed to have sensed an opportunity.
"Go north to Yanbei according to the order."
Wang Yan worriedly said: "Did Qi Shao notice our affairs? Isn't Yanbei City a dangerous place?"
"You may not be aware of it...you don't know, right? Wan Jun was secretly captured by Qi Yun Shadow Guards when he was visiting relatives in Liangzhou City. He is now on his way to Jiang Lin." Butler Wang told the story of what happened these days , tell Wang Yan one by one.
When Wang Yan heard this, he stood up immediately, his eyes shining with light: "Really, Qi Shao actually did such a stupid thing?"
"The news from Jianglin City and Liangzhou City came at the same time. There is no mistake. It is indeed the case."
Wang Yan finally got some comfort from the bad news of the death of He Zhidao and his son in the past few days, and immediately said: "This is a great joy for the master. Unexpectedly, we lost our hand, and Qi Shao committed suicide." Cut off an arm... If Heng'er can find He Ji and get the defense map... great things can be expected."
"In that case, why not make Qi Yun more chaotic."
The face of the person under the cloak was revealed. It was the steward Wang from Fan Mou's mansion. At this time, he no longer had a submissive demeanor. He just smiled and spoke.
Wang Yan immediately understood and said to Butler Wang: "What does Third Uncle mean..."
Butler Wang stroked his beard and smiled, but his eyes were cold and cold. He lowered his voice and said, "Qi Shao has two sons. Although Prince Ning Qi Tao is the wise choice, he is the second son. No matter how close the relationship is between brothers, Deep, but it is no match for the temptation of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers..."
At this time, Wang Yan had forgotten the trouble caused by He Zhidao's death. He suddenly became enlightened and said to himself: "I understand, but this matter is too risky. Although Heng'er is good at martial arts..."
Speaking of this, Wang Yan already had a plan in his mind and said to Butler Wang, "Third uncle, sit down for a moment. I'll come as soon as I go."
"Why don't you sit down? You can go on your own. I have been here for many days, and it's time to return." Butler Wang replied.
"Jiang Lin is far away, I will send someone to escort..."
"No, don't attract attention, just do what you have to do."
The Golden Blade Sect has swallowed up many small sects in the world over the years, but these people are mixed, and there are some scum among them. Even so late at night, the shouting and noise in the other four pavilions are still endless. As the leader of a sect, Wang Yan ignored all the noise and yelling.
He just walked quietly through the Zhuque Pavilion until he reached a secluded wing, where he stopped. Before he could raise his hand, an old and hoarse voice could be heard from the wing.
"Why did the sect master come here late at night?"
Hearing this man speak, a smile appeared on Wang Yan's lips. She showed no pretense as a master. Instead, she cupped her fists and bowed to the side room, then said, "Elder Yi, the opportunity you have been waiting for has come."
As soon as these words came out, the door that was originally closed suddenly opened wide. The door of the wing room was blown apart by the surge of true energy. The broken wooden door was like a sword, slashing towards Wang Yan in front of the door.
Wang Yan did not dodge or dodge, and remained motionless. When he saw that the broken wood was about to pierce into Wang Yan's body, another wave of true energy swept in. The broken wood instantly turned into powder and was blown away by the wind.
As the two strands of true energy passed by each other and went straight up into the night sky, they were like thunder, exploding into the sky. Everyone in the Golden Sword Sect knew that "thunders will kill people." The originally noisy Golden Sword Sect suddenly became peaceful.
"Is that man willing to leave Jianglin City after all?" An old voice came out of the room with a little excitement, and what came out of the voice was a strong sword intent.
If he were an ordinary warrior, when he heard this person speak, his internal organs would have been shattered by the sword intent entering his body. However, Wang Yan's expression remained as usual and he still maintained his previous respectful posture.
Raising his eyes and looking like a knife, Wang Yan looked into the room and said, "No."
As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the darkness of the room, and then it seemed to calm down again: "Then why are you disturbing me? Didn't you tell me, if that person hadn't left the capital, don't bother me." 33
Wang Yan continued: "But his son left Jianglin City."
Some people died, but not completely...
