But Yang Zhen, dressed in black night clothes, with a black scarf covering his face, and carrying a long sword, had already arrived at the Marquis's residence.
At this time, he had found the flower hall of the Marquis's Mansion. Using the posture of rolling up the pearl curtain, hook your feet on the eaves, turn your body around, hang upside down, put your eyes on the window lattice, and look inward.
The hall is brightly lit. He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing were sitting at the top, and He Chenglin was sitting at the bottom with the Prime Minister accompanying them; the three of them were chatting.
Princess Chang Qing said, "Lin'er, your wedding to Miss Ding is approaching. Have you prepared all the wedding materials?"
He Chenglin smiled and said: "Why bother, mother! All the wedding supplies are ready for the children, the new house is brand new, and all kinds of invitations are ready. We are just waiting for parents to tell us when they will be sent out. In short, everything is needed for the wedding. Arrangements have been made for the child, and when the time comes, the parents will just have to wait for their son to marry a new person and come in!"
Princess Chang Qing smiled happily and said: "Look, my Lin'er is still thoughtful and considerate."
He Chenglin added: "In addition, the child also asked the owner of Satin Zhuang Yu to make tailor-made clothes for his parents, people in the family, etc. When the new clothes come out, his parents will be satisfied."
The more Princess Changqing listened, the happier she became.
At this time, the steward He Luwei came in and reported: "Master Marquis, princess, the second young master went out this afternoon and has not returned yet."
Princess Chang Qing said dissatisfied: "Look at your good son, he is becoming more and more disgraceful!"
He Yuting sighed in annoyance and remained silent.
At this time, someone in the courtyard suddenly shouted: "There is an assassin!"
Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment. Before he could calm down, he felt a gust of wind coming from the ground. He hurriedly did a somersault, but a little too late, his shoulders went numb, and a sharp blade had been closed in the shoulder socket. The pain made him groan and reluctantly Hold on to your shaky body.
He could only hear the whistling of the wind in his ears, and countless guards rushed out of the courtyard, all holding bows and arrows and shooting in his direction!
Immediately, arrows flew like rain. Yang Zhen was already injured and couldn't dodge well. He accidentally got another arrow in his leg.
Yang Zhen complained secretly, and couldn't figure out how he could be ambushed by the enemy?
His coming to Lord Marquis' Mansion was originally a very confidential matter. No one knew about it except Lu Wenzheng, Xu Zhi, Ling Yun, Dong Wu and himself. Who leaked the news?
His legs were bleeding profusely, but his shoulders were numb and he had no sense of pain. Are concealed weapons poisonous? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly complain.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and supported it. He feinted with his sword, struggled to pull himself up, and flew out of the courtyard.
Feeling the evil wind behind him, he hurriedly dodged and two sharp knives passed by him; he only heard a woman's voice saying in his ear: "You brat, where are you running away from?"
As he said that, the woman did a somersault and blocked him in front of him. She flew like a flying flower to the moon and slashed at him with her sword.
Yang Zhen saw that the woman was about forty or fifty years old. She looked vulgar, but her moves were very sharp and vicious. I thought to myself, could this be the woman who hurt me with a hidden weapon just now?
The woman's martial arts skills were extremely high, but Yang Zhen's hands and feet were handicapped. After more than a dozen rounds, his palms were already sweating. Unexpectedly, the woman's invincible mandarin duck kick hit his injured left leg, causing him to fall immediately.
The guards on both sides swarmed forward and blocked him with swords and swords.
The woman shouted: "Catch them alive!"
Yang Zhen thought to himself: A real man will not be humiliated if he is killed, not to mention falling into your hands will implicate Mr. Lu...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad. He sighed and wiped the sword across his neck!
Hearing "Crack!", a strong wind blew by, and the long sword in his hand was knocked away by something.
The force exerted by that thing was so great that his wrists were numb and his mouth was sore. He couldn't help but be secretly surprised, thinking: I don't know who the person is, what a profound internal power attainment!
While thinking, he looked up and saw a masked man in white standing in front of him at some point. His sword was like a rainbow, and the huge wind forced the surrounding guards to retreat.
The figure of the masked man in white floated, like a ghost, and suddenly he was in front of him.
He lightly stretched his ape arms, lifted the cauldron with force, and carried the cauldron in the Overlord style. He grabbed Yang Zhen's wrist, threw it over his shoulder, and flew away.
When the woman saw that the cooked duck was about to fly away, she was unwilling to give in. She shouted: "Leave someone behind!" She caught up with him and stabbed him from behind with his sword.
The long sword in the hand of the masked man in white seemed to be inadvertently swiped. The woman didn't see clearly what kind of move the other man had used, and she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She had been hit by the sword, and blood immediately flowed out.
She couldn't help but scream and fell several steps, feeling dazed for a moment.
When she was stunned, the masked man in white had already taken Yang Zhenpian and flew away like a giant.
The woman held her injured shoulder and stared blankly at the figure of the masked man in white that was disappearing into the distance. She couldn't help but feel a little frightened as she recalled the thrilling scene just now.
At this time, He Chenglin and Shi Shiran walked out of the flower hall, stepped forward and asked with concern: "Martial Master Yang, how are you? Is the injury serious?"
It turns out that this woman is Mrs. Yang, the newly hired martial arts guardian of the Houye Mansion.
Seeing the eldest young master asking about her injury with concern, Mrs. Yang shook her head gently, gritted her teeth and said: "It doesn't matter, thank you eldest young master for your concern. Alas! I just don't know who he is, and his martial arts attainments are so unpredictable? "
As she said this, she couldn't help but frown, thinking hard about the origin of this person.
Mrs. Yang couldn't figure it out, and neither could He Chenglin. It is said that Mrs. Yang's martial arts skills are among the best in the martial arts world. Who is so powerful that she can defeat her in just one and a half moves?
Could it be Ling Yun? He Chenglin subconsciously thought of him first. But then he rejected his guess.
Because he has dealt with Ling Yun several times, he can be said to be well aware of his words, deeds, and martial arts skills; but the masked man in white clothes who appeared tonight is obvious from every aspect. Not like that.
So who is this masked man in white who suddenly appears halfway?
He Chenglin's mind was spinning like an electric shock, and suddenly a terrifying light flashed in his deep eyes.
Could it be... him? He was suddenly frightened by his bold idea, and there was a look of panic in his sinister eyes, but this panic quickly disappeared and was replaced by cruelty.
He Chenglin calmed down and ordered people to pass on; wherever the masked man in white goes, he must attack with all his strength and be sure to capture him!
Then, he called the steward He Luwei over and whispered: "Go and invite Yu Qingcheng to meet the enemy!"
It is said that the He Mansion is the Marquis's Mansion and the Prince Consort's Mansion. It is grand and full of talents, and there are so many masters and capable people. But the strange thing is that these so-called masters are vulnerable to the white-clothed and masked man, and they only walked a few steps. In one round, they were either dead or injured, and completely defeated.
In the blink of an eye, the masked man in white had carried Yang Zhen to the door of the Marquis's Mansion.
He was about to leave the house when he suddenly heard a scream, a charming shadow of Pingting flashed, and with a trembling hand, three cold stars struck at three vital parts of his head, chest and abdomen!
The person who issued the concealed weapon was Yu Qingcheng, the proprietress of the silk and satin shop whom He Chenglin invited to make clothes for the people in the house - that is, Lian Nanchun.
When the masked man in white saw Lian Nanchun, he was stunned for a moment.
In this life-or-death situation between these two people, how can anyone be allowed to lose focus? But this masked man in white just committed this taboo!
He was stunned for a moment, but the hidden weapon was already approaching!
He managed to slide his body, but it was still a little late, and the rouge button was already locked on his left arm! Immediately blood gushed out like a fountain.
It hurt so much that he let out an "ah" sound. As soon as he let go of his left hand, Yang Zhen fell to the ground on his shoulder.
Lian Nanchun sneered, Fei Hua Zhui Yue, the sword flashed and pierced straight towards him.
The masked man in white covered his wound, dodged left and right, and retreated continuously. He only parried and did not fight back.
Lian Nanchun raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "Who are you? Why don't you fight back?"
The masked man in white remained silent and just avoided and gave in. In the end, he was forced into a corner by the opponent's fierce offensive.
Practicing Nanchun's "splashing ink like water" move, the long sword was carried forward, and thousands of sword flowers bloomed, forcing the man in white and masked to have nowhere to hide, so he had to use the "sweeping thousands of troops" move to meet him.
In this move, if he uses the strong internal strength of "The Wind Rises", the strong wind will definitely knock Lian Nanchun back several steps and he will be seriously injured.
But the masked man in white didn't know why, but he didn't use this move.
To be soft on the enemy is to harm yourself. He groaned, his shoulder was injured again, his body swayed uncontrollably, and he almost fell. His face turned pale and he murmured: "You..."
Lian Nanchun couldn't stand it, and with one move, Bai Ju passed through the gap and stabbed him again.
Her sword was about to touch the chest of the masked man in white, but a dazzling cold light flashed in front of her, and the long sword in her hand had been intercepted by another sword!
Under the moonlight, I saw another man in black in front of the masked man in white, also wearing a mask and holding a sword.
Lian Nanchun immediately recognized the other party from his bright starry eyes, "Is it you? Why did you come here?..."
The masked man in black snorted coldly, without saying a word, he straightened his sword and stabbed.
It turns out that the masked man in black who promptly stopped Lian Nanchun from harming the masked man in white was Ling Yun.
Putting aside the past grudges between him and Lian Nanchun, just thinking of the harm she had done to the brothers in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice in recent days, and the tragic death of Yuan Ping... Ling Yun felt a twinge of pain in his heart. The earth was furious.
He raged with his sword and unleashed a series of killer moves, forcing Lian Nanchun to retreat repeatedly.
From Ling Yun's hateful, black and white eyes, she could already sense the strong murderous intent of the other party.
Ling Yun suddenly raised his sword, and for a moment white clouds emerged from Xiu's head, and little bits of cold light pierced her chest.
Lian Nanchun couldn't dodge and couldn't help but exclaimed. She closed her eyes, waiting for the other party's heart-wrenching sword to pass through her chest.
At this critical moment, the masked man in white flicked his fingers, and an object the size of a stone hit Ling Yun's sword-holding wrist.
Although the object was small, the strong wind was strong, and the blow was extremely painful. Ling Yun let out a "chang" of pain, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, and almost let go of the fish-green sword in his hand.
He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Just listen to the masked man in white saying in a deep voice: "Be merciful!" Although this voice is old-fashioned, it is full of energy. It is obvious that the other party's internal skills are extremely advanced.
Ling Yun suddenly felt that the other party's voice was very familiar.
In fact, Lian Nanchun had already had doubts in his heart.
She was thinking: This masked man in white was ruthless and ruthless to everyone else in the Marquis's residence, but he was merciless to her, and he was unwilling to hurt her at all even if he was hurt. Why did she help her when she was in danger?
Just when she was about to ask, she heard the noise of people behind her, and the guards from the Marquis' Mansion had already caught up.
Seeing this, Ling Yun knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time, so he stepped forward, helped Yang Zhen up, and said in a deep voice to the masked man in white: "Senior, please forgive me for taking a step ahead!"
Then he held Yang Zhen in his arms, turned over, and walked away.
The masked man in white turned his face again and glanced at Lian Nanchun reluctantly; then with a sigh, a crane soared into the sky and escaped into the vast night.
This look was full of infinite love and affection, as well as a bit of sentimentality...it made Lian Nanchun's heart tremble.
This look is so familiar! Who is this masked man in white clothes? Could he be...
Thinking of this, she shook her head again and murmured: "Impossible, impossible..."
