The flying boat in the sky galloped towards the Yunhai Immortal Gate, moving like wind and thunder.
On the flying boat, the third clone merged. Bai Ze's gold-paper-like complexion improved slightly, but he still vomited blood and his breath was disordered.
The magic barrier blocked the wind and snow. As soon as Chang Lefu got on the boat, he saw the young man in white clothes who was held steadily in the void by Xue Xing's levitation technique. The blood stains on the white clothes were glaring.
"Take her in to rest." Xue Xing said, glancing at Changle, "Qianmu, ask Jiahe to take care of her injuries."
"Yes." Qianmu accepted the order.
Seeing Xue Xing's gloomy face, Chang Le did not dare to say anything, so he had no choice but to walk to the cabin with the Immortal Sect disciple named Qian Mu.
Just at this moment, a dark-skinned little girl flew out of the corridor of the cabin. She looked excited. Before she ran out of the cabin, she shouted: "Master, you are finally here! Xi'er..."
Chang Le stepped aside and saw the little girl rushing out of the cabin, but the moment he saw Bai Ze, his expression became frightened, as if his soul had been taken away, and he slumped down on the deck of the flying boat, tears immediately coming out of his eyes.
Xue Xing was agitated. Seeing Jian Xi's eyes filled with tears and her face getting darker, he led Bai Ze to the cabin and said coldly: "Don't make any noise. Your master will not die yet."
Xue Xing's words frightened Jian Xi so much that she didn't dare to cry. She quickly climbed up from the deck, her thin shoulders twitching, her mouth pursed, and she followed Xue Xing aggrievedly, her eyes fixed on her. Looking at the young man who was covered in blood and motionless.
Just at this time, footsteps came from the corridor of the cabin again, and the voice was soft and asked: "Jian Xi, you run so fast. Your master..."
Those words stopped abruptly when the girl who was about to step out of the cabin saw Bai Ze's appearance, "Brother Xue, what is this, Junior Brother Bai Ze?"
The speaker was naturally Tang Zhizhi.
The eldest lady of the Tang Dynasty was wearing a simple and elegant Taoist robe, and her face was pale. She was less cold and noble than usual, and more gentle and weak. Her eyes when she looked at Bai Ze were full of worry.
On the flying boat in the sky, only Bai Ze, Xue Xing, and Tang Zhizhi knew the truth about the Tang Mansion assassin. The person who severely injured her was no one else, but the gloomy man in front of the girl in Taoist robes.
Late that night, Tang Zhizhi had already fallen asleep, and cold murderous intent suddenly appeared in the garden where she was. But the man with murderous intent was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he waited patiently for Tang Zhizhi to put on her clothes before slashing her bedroom open with a sword.
When that sword came out, even though he was not using his own flying sword, but a very ordinary iron sword, Tang Zhizhi still reacted immediately. The black figure who appeared in the Tang Mansion holding a sword to chop him, It’s Xue Xing.
It would be a lie to say that I was not afraid at that time.
Tang Zhizhi ran out of the bedroom and thought a lot when he saw the black shadow, but he couldn't figure out why Xue Xing wanted to kill her.
And Xue Xing didn't give her time to think. He flew up and beat Tang Zhizhi to the ground with only three sword strikes. With his energy and blood flowing backward, he passed out directly.
This was the result of Xue Xing deliberately letting things slip.
Otherwise, Tang Zhizhi would have no chance to compete with Xue Xing, and he would die in one encounter.
Tang Zhizhi had no idea what happened next.
But when she woke up, she was already lying in Tang Ningzhi's room.
The people at Taiyuan Hospital shook their heads and sighed, telling Tang Zhongxing to prepare for the funeral.
At that time, Tang Zhizhi was lying on the couch, feeling at peace in his heart, thinking that maybe dying like this would be a good choice.
But then, the soldiers who surrounded the Tang Mansion let out a mournful wail. Xue Xing, the master of the Yunhai Xianmen Sword Hall, entered the Tang Mansion with one sword and one man. His eyes shocked the whole audience and he said: "A bunch of You are a waste, but you are worthy of protecting my junior sister? I am ordered by my uncle Yu Diezi to take my junior sister up the mountain to heal her injuries."
"Princess Yong'an is about to get married to His Highness the Crown Prince. How could the Immortal Sect do such a thing..." The only one in the room who dared to confront Xue Xing, the Commander of the Army and Horses Division, was slapped out of the Tang Mansion by the gloomy-faced man, like a The kite with its string broken rolled to no one knows where.
"Xue has always convinced people with reason." Xue Xing laughed, but the smile was a little bit catchy, "But if there are people who don't care about life and death and want to kill my junior sister, then don't blame the sword in Xue's hand for being unreasonable."
After Xue Xing finished his high-sounding words, he looked around at the people in the Tang Mansion who were all eclipsed and saw that no one dared to stop them.
Then he ordered with satisfaction: "Jiahe, take junior sister up the mountain. As for the marriage between my junior sister and the prince, I think it depends on when my junior sister's injury will recover. Do you think so?"
Xue Xing stared at Tang Zhongxing with gloomy eyes, as if if he dared to say no, the gloomy man would kill him with a sword.
Tang Zhongxing was so frightened that he didn't dare to fart, and nodded like rice.
Jiahe, the deacon of the sword-wielding hall who had been squatting at the door of the Tang Mansion for a long time, heard Xue Xing's instructions and swaggered into Tang Ningzhi's boudoir, took Tang Zhizhi out, and then followed his boss and left the Tang Mansion in a swaggering manner. A group of people were left staring at him in the mansion.
"Hurry and prepare the carriage. I want to enter the palace and personally report the evil deeds of the Immortal Sect to you!!"
Tang Zhongxing waited until Xue Xing walked away, and then he collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, sweating like rain, and letting out a heartbreaking scream.
It is indeed necessary to report to the King of Zhou.
Although now Tang Zhizhi, the crown prince and concubine, may not necessarily be able to sit firmly. But the King of Zhou did not say that he would cancel the prince's marriage, so whether Tang Zhizhi married as the main concubine, as a side concubine, or even as a concubine, she had to marry him!
Even if he died, he would die in Haojing.
Otherwise, if the prince’s wedding is imminent and his wife suddenly disappears, that’s okay! ?
Now that the Tang Mansion is in dire straits, if those idiots in the court get involved again, Tang Zhongxing's head will have to be moved!
For the current plan, only by striking first and placing all the blame on the Immortal Sect can there be a chance of survival.
…
Tang Zhizhi was carried out of the boudoir by Jiahe, and the moment he saw Xue Xing, he understood everything.
She recalled what Baize said to her that day in Meiyuan Garden, "The road to enlightenment is inherently preceded by thousands of causes and effects. For me, this extra one is not worth mentioning." She didn't know how she felt.
"Uncle Master, don't blame the Hall Master in your heart." Jiahe whispered to her, "If he doesn't be ruthless, he won't be able to take you out of Haojing City."
Tang Zhizhi's face was tangled.
How dare she blame Xue Xing? When she was at the Yunhai Immortal Sect, she saw the cold-faced killing god of the sword-wielding hall from a distance, and she wished she could take a detour. Now that he had just beaten her half to death, what if the God of Death got angry and slapped her to death?
Xue Xing took Tang Zhizhi to the sky and onto the flying boat in the sky. Without saying a word, he stripped out the sword energy remaining in the girl's body.
The feeling of peeling off the sword energy was like scraping a bone and cramping. Tang Zhizhi almost fainted from the pain. His underwear was instantly soaked, and his whole body seemed as if he had been fished out of water.
Jiahe couldn't bear it and closed his eyes, complaining in his heart that Xue Xing really didn't know how to show mercy to women.
But during the entire process of stripping away the sword energy, Tang Zhizhi remained silent.
"Take her to rest and heal." After Xue Xing did this, he turned around and left, feeling no guilt for almost beating Tang Zhizhi to death the day before.
Tang Zhizhi stared at Xue Xing's leaving figure with wide eyes. This noble lady wanted to curse for the first time.
…
Atop the flying boat in the sky.
Xue Xing glanced at Tang Zhizhi impatiently and said, "I am not strong enough and I was beaten violently. As you can see, I won't die for the time being."
"..."
Xue Xing took Bai Ze into the cabin, found a clean room, and personally treated his injuries.
"Sister, my master...will he die?" After Xue Xing left, Jian Xi dared to sob softly, and threw herself on Tang Zhizhi's lap, crying and crying, extremely scared. "I don't want Master to die..."
"Don't worry Xi'er, junior brother will be fine." Tang Zhizhi comforted the little girl and touched her head, "He always said before that he would become the new swordsman in the world of Jiuzhou. He has a tough life and everything will be fine. .”
"Really?" The little girl raised her head and sniffed with tears in her eyes.
"Really." Tang Zhizhi smiled slightly.
"..."
Tang Zhizhi comforted Jian Xi again, and then he noticed that there was another person on the deck of the flying boat. He moved his eyes over and the two looked at each other. Changle felt that the atmosphere was so awkward that she could dig out a mansion on the deck of the flying boat with her white and tender toes. .
"Princess Changle?" Tang Zhizhi was surprised.
"No need for this
You're so polite..." Princess Changle's face turned red and her eyes flashed, "Just call me by my name, my name is Wen Ying. "
Now the situation has changed. She was sent to the Yunhai Immortal Sect by the Great Zhou Imperial Master. Princess Yong'an's status in the secular dynasty was far inferior to hers, but in the world, it was the other way around.
Although Changle had learned martial arts, in Yongan's eyes, the three-legged cat's kung fu was probably no different from the snarling claws of an ant.
From the bloody battle in the camp just now, she clearly realized the terror of the people on the mountain.
Not to mention that the Great Zhou Imperial Master and the demon king Bai Tuo were killed so hard that the world turned pale. Later, Xue Xing arrived, and the two of them joined forces to suppress the demon king. Their sword energy exchanged with each other was about to poke a hole in the sky.
Not to mention the black-robed puppet master who single-handedly killed the World of Warcraft Earth Dragon. Bai Ze set half of the camp on fire with one sword, fought with the rugged swordsman until the ground cracked, and was almost killed by the swordsman. At the last moment, it was Miss Ruan who suddenly Take action and take off the swordsman's head.
Just when she was surrounded by assassins, Jiang Wei fought with Taihua in his hand, and used the Thunder Light Sword Technique to attract thunder to the ground, saving her life, which made Changle deeply aware of the difference between immortals and mortals.
In order to save her, Jiang Wei was stabbed twice and was bloody.
Thinking of this, Chang Le didn't know how he felt.
"Okay, then, Wen Ying." Tang Zhizhi thought for a while, then followed his advice and spoke softly.
"Ah?" Changle didn't react for a moment, his ears turned red, "Tang..."
"Just call me by my name." Tang Zhizhi smiled.
"...Miss Tang." Changle tried hard for a long time, but still couldn't call out Tang Zhizhi's name. Just looking at the gentle girl's appearance, Chang Le suddenly felt that she was not as annoying as he imagined.
On the contrary, it gives people a very warm feeling.
Like a ray of spring breeze.
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