As night falls, the chill grows stronger.
Murong Wanfeng, wearing a curtain hat, sneaked into an inconspicuous hut under the moonlight.
"Are you leaving or not?"
As soon as he entered the room, Murong Wanfeng met a pair of angry peach blossom eyes.
Ji Xiaowan held a sword in one hand and carried a bag on her back, staring angrily at her close friend.
Seeing this, Murong Wanfeng sighed softly, "Xiaowan, I really can't leave."
"Can't leave? What do you mean you can't leave?"
"Are you responsible for the crime of assassinating the Queen Mother?"
"Not to mention whether you can fight them or not, even if you succeed, have you thought about the consequences?"
Ji Xiaowan was originally going home to Jiangzhou with her father, but she never expected that she would meet Murong Wanfeng by chance in Anhua City because of the slow pace on the road.
At that time, she saw Murong Wanfeng hanging out with several men, and at first thought she was eating behind the leader's back.
After taking a closer look, she found that those people had crooked faces and cracked dates, and they were not good people at first glance. The Murong Wanfeng she knew was not the kind of woman who was hungry and unscrupulous.
To be precise, her best friend is just as handsome as her master.
So she relied on her ultimate cloud-piercing skill to successfully avoid having a private meeting with Murong Wanfeng.
Under questioning.
Good guy, they actually want to assassinate the Queen Mother!
The Red Lotus Sect is entrenched in Shazhou and continues to this day with the help of the right time and place.
And Zhongzhou (a typo in Chapter 63, Anhua City is located in Shaanxi County, west of Zhongzhou) is so far away from Shazhou. If something happens to the Queen Mother, the court will seal off the pass to investigate the matter strictly.
Even if they are lucky enough to return to Shazhou, the Red Lotus Sect will still bear the brunt of assassinating the Queen Mother.
At that time, the imperial court and the Wu family in Jiangzhou will fight to the death... Once the leader of the Red Lotus Sect cannot bear it anymore, he will definitely hand over this silly girl like her.
Therefore... the Queen Mother cannot kill, not even a little bit.
"I……"
Faced with the questions and concerns from her best friend, Murong Wanfeng sighed.
"Stop saying anything and come with me. My father should have arrived in Jiangzhou. We can't keep him waiting for too long."
Ji Xiaowan grabbed Murong Wanfeng's wrist and pulled it out, but found that it couldn't be pulled.
"you……"
Murong Wanfeng took out his hand and said softly: "I told you, what I want to do is to find a way to sabotage the assassination operation, not to actually assassinate the Queen Mother with them."
"So what? If I'm not mistaken, that big ugly guy is Yue Chaiqiu, the wild man, right?"
"He is the Jade Bone Grandmaster. Can you stop him with just your insight?"
"Let me tell you, when you go back, you should divorce that bullshit leader! They are all eager to protect their wives, but it would be better for him to hide in Shazhou and eat hot food, and send you..."
"Okay, okay, stop, stop."
Seeing Ji Xiaowan scolding her more and more vigorously, Murong Wanfeng quickly covered her mouth.
"Remember, I will say it one last time. The leader and I are in name only. He is him and I am me. Nothing has ever happened between us!"
"Besides, things changed and the guy came."
"Who? Who's coming? It's useless whoever comes!" Ji Xiaowan frowned.
"Jiang Wuji is here."
"Jiang Wuji didn't even come...huh? Little thief?! He..."
Ji Xiaowan suddenly remembered that before leaving Beijing, Jiang Wuji said that she would go to Jiangzhou to find him if she had the chance.
Now escorting the Queen Mother to Jiangzhou is for...
Thinking of this, Ji Xiaowan's heart warmed, and her fair cheeks suddenly turned red.
Murong Wanfeng: "?"
"What kind of medicine did that kid give you to make you blush just by hearing his name?"
"Bah! I don't have any! Stop talking nonsense!"
"Eh~"
Ji Xiaowan pulled Murong Wanfeng to sit down and asked calmly: "Have you met him? What did we talk about? Tell me?"
"Hey..." Seeing that his best friend was so smitten and so stubborn, Murong Wanfeng couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.
After briefly describing Jiang Wuji's plan, Ji Xiaowan couldn't help but sigh: "This guy has so many evil ideas."
Murong Wanfeng nodded: "What's the idea? Okay, I'll leave tonight, will you come with me?"
"Let's go? Why go?"
Ji Xiaowan grabbed the opponent's wrist and said sternly: "You have already said that you Red Lotus Sect cannot just watch the world in chaos and the devastation of life. Now that others have given you advice, are you leaving? Doesn't your conscience hurt? ?”
"Xiaowan, you..." Murong Wanfeng was stunned.
Ji Xiaowan: "Just do as he says. By the way, where does he live?"
Murong Wanfeng: "Haha..."
…
Come to the inn.
Jiang Wuji sat cross-legged on the couch.
Originally, I wanted to visualize the image of moving mountains and seas. Although the visualization is not as effective as seeing it directly, it can still improve my magical power to some extent.
But considering that I would be trapped and weakened by BUFF during visualization, I had to change to specialize in martial arts...
Now, in addition to a lot of basic martial arts taught by his adoptive father and King Luo's Tiger Roar Fist, he has also learned six unique skills.
They are the Rainfall Spear, Yin Yang Sword Technique, Cloud Piercer, Wave Breaking Spear, Listening to the Tide Sword, and Mountain-moving Statue.
I don't know if Mo Yan's sword skills can be regarded as unique skills. He learned a lot during the competition, which is relatively fragmentary and not worth mentioning.
"The shower gun and the wave-breaking gun are somewhat similar, so it's not difficult to fuse them together."
"Strictly speaking, the Yin Yang Knife technique is a technique and can be used with any weapon."
"Piercing through the clouds is just a movement technique, there's nothing to say about it."
"The Hidden and Drawn skills of Tingchao Sword can also be used on guns, but to achieve the unexpected effect, you have to use short-range weapons."
"The image of moving mountains and seas belongs to the technique of cultivating immortals..."
"So strictly speaking, I don't have a real secret skill, or I don't have a secret skill that is really suitable for me and the big black gun..."
Thinking of this, Jiang Wuji couldn't help but stroke his big black spear.
The nameless gun mainly focuses on a hard weapon. Only the wave-breaking gun can exert its true power when combined with a specially made soft gun. However, it would definitely be unrealistic to give up this magical weapon for the wave-breaking gun.
"Is there a type of marksmanship that pays attention to hardness? The kind that goes in and comes out forcefully, without being imaginary, just one shot at a time..."
at this time.
"Whoosh!——"
A sharp blade broke through the window and was firmly nailed to the wall, with a piece of paper hanging on the tip.
Jianghu affairs, Jianghu affairs, once we meet in the backyard, we will understand the grudges.
——Yang Tai.
"Huh? Yang Tai?"
Jiang Wuji still remembered this young man who studied under Tongtian Gun Zhou Buyue.
Although his cultivation level is obviously far behind, he still dares to seek revenge on himself blatantly.
Apart from the messy external factors, he can be regarded as a passionate person.
"Isn't this guy already taught by my words? How can I get rid of him now?"
Bring your weapons and go to the backyard.
"You're here." A man holding a long stick and wearing a bamboo hat said.
Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have been waiting for a while.
Jiang Wuji recognized at a glance that the other person was not Yang Tai, but did not reveal it.
"I am coming."
"You shouldn't have come."
"Then shall I leave?"
"???"
Surprise flashed in the other party's eyes, he didn't expect Jiang Wuji to answer like this.
"I'm Yang Tai, my master is Zhou Buyue. I don't need to say more about my purpose, right?"
Jiang Wuji sneered, already guessing that the other party was sent by Chen Shengshi, so he didn't bother to say more.
Holding a spear in his hand, the strong wind sweeps away the fallen leaves.
"bring it on."
