Han Ling struggled to open his eyes, feeling sore all over his body and almost unable to exert any force. He gritted his teeth and stood up, and found himself in a room with exquisite decorations.
This room is really luxurious, with a thin purple fragrant gauze hanging on the window, and the gauze is embroidered with silver-white wind, moon, flowers and birds. Under the fragrant cloud gauze, which is as light as mist, there are scattered transparent crystal stones of different shapes. The sunlight shines in from outside the gauze, reflecting the crystal stones into a magnificent light purple.
There is also a chicken-wing wood desk in the room, with pens, ink, paper, and inkstones neatly arranged on it. Langhao fine pens from Yuanzhou, gold-grained rice paper from Yezhou, bamboo king carved ink from Yizhou, and marble square inkstones from Longzhou. It is the best in the world. Not to mention the rose-shaped porcelain vase on the table, which was the favorite vessel of the former King of Wei, and the two tiger-head hats on the half wall, which were the legendary personal clothing of the twin kings of the Red and Mo countries. On the shelves against the wall, there are also Princess Rong’s phoenix-painted hand mirror, King Jin’ou’s dragon-carved jade bracelet, Duke Chixiao’s three-color candlestick, Empress Qingyang’s jade belt... all of them are treasures and rare. rare.
The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and the severe pain in the back of his neck made Han Ling gradually wake up.
He also gradually recalled yesterday's experience.
He vaguely remembered that when he woke up last night, the night sky was completely black and the stars were twinkling. It was a clear night.
Then he lowered his head and saw the seriously injured Zheng Yu in his arms.
At that moment, he was as frightened as a lost dog. He threw all reason behind him and only wanted to save her.
Zheng Yu cannot die, they are partners and accomplices. Before the great cause is accomplished, how can Zheng Yu leave him first?
Then he jumped into the city wall and reached out to the houses, wanting to abandon everything and return to her.
Abandon the morality and persistence that you value most, and abandon the creed in your heart.
Zheng Yu will make up for this, and Zheng Yu will make the most appropriate arrangements for the aftermath.
Han Ling started to sweat again. He wanted to take off his coat irritably, but as soon as he touched the hem of his coat, he retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.
silk?
Han Ling walked to the bronze mirror in the room in disbelief and confirmed over and over again that this was indeed his body.
Yes, it is indeed silk, and the style is fashionable and the material is high quality. Several hanging snow mirror flowers were embroidered on the snow-white silk. The light blue flowers were blooming faintly, and Han Ling seemed to be able to smell the strands of fragrance. But under the snow-covered flowers, instead of the mottled green leaves that Han Ling was familiar with, there were dark and green Ayou vines.
Snow mirror flower has always represented purity and purity, while Ayuto is synonymous with "naughty" and "tough". In the first half of his life, Han Ling had seen many rare calligraphy, paintings, and unique designs, but none of them had been so weird as combining the two.
In the past, Han Ling would have to think hard until he figured out what the owner here was hinting at. But at this moment, Han Ling had more things to worry about. The most important of these things is "traveling".
All their troubles on the road were Zheng Yu's. If he wanted to make money, the owner here didn't need to treat him so kindly.
He looked at the mirror again, and saw that he was not wearing a mask, his whole face was pale and thin, and there were blue fibrous roots on his chin. Although he was unkempt, he was somewhat handsome and handsome.
Could it be that the person who brought him here was trying to look like him?
Han Ling shuddered and decided to forget about this conjecture and go find Zheng Yu first.
This was what he was thinking about when he woke up, where was Zheng Yu?
Although he had lost all his inner strength, he would never let go of Zheng Yu easily. At that time, Zheng Yu was seriously injured and dying. He was so worried that he naturally hugged him tightly. The person who could take Zheng Yu away must be a person with strong martial arts skills.
A man with high martial arts skills brought him here and even washed and changed his clothes for him. Although I don't know what his purpose was, at least this man spared his life. He will firmly grasp this and make good use of it.
Just like Mu Yuntong, if he had been sent directly to meet the family members who died, Han Ling would not be worried about him today.
Since you let me live, I will never live up to your "good intentions."
Just as Han Ling was thinking about it, the door to the room clicked.
The doors of this room are two opposite carved huanghuali wooden doors, which are elegant and magnificent. There are also some colorful gourds and eight-color masks hanging behind the doors. It's just quite heavy, and it inevitably makes a sound when pushed open.
Han Ling took the opportunity to crawl back onto the bed, ruffled some folds out of his clothes, quickly covered himself with the quilt, and pretended not to wake up yet.
But there was a faint worry in his heart: the visitors had already arrived in front of the door, but he didn't hear a single step, and didn't notice a trace of inner strength.
If you want to deal with him secretly, there is no need to make any noise before entering the door. If, as Han Ling thought, the person who came was the one who rescued him, there was no reason to open the door so rudely.
Therefore, the mystery of Lai Ren's Qing Gong and the restraint of internal strength are not changed for Han Ling, but are the norm.
Han Ling couldn't help but be frightened: the visitor's lightness skills were not inferior to Xu Zhuchen's Ningqing footwork.
He lay on the bed and waited, but the person outside the door was not in a hurry. After opening the door, Shi Shiran walked into the house.
Han Ling closed his eyes and smelled a gust of fragrant wind before he heard the sound.
Charming figs, spicy bell peppers, distant Cangshan orchids, and fragrant gardenias. Under the aroma of flowers and fruits, there seems to be a cold and hard woody fragrance hidden.
Han Ling was not good at tasting incense. Xu Zhuchen had a strange aroma and could not smell the difference. In this regard, Shi Song, who is not enlightened, is the most exquisite.
"Oh," Xiangfeng's owner smiled, "Han Langjun, why do you still stay in bed when you wake up?"
She knows me! Han Ling was shocked.
But the woman's voice was so charming that Han Ling felt numb all over and opened his eyes involuntarily.
In front of him was an incomparably beautiful and unparalleled woman, wearing light purple gauze clothes hanging down in layers, like wisteria flowers on a wooden frame. Her skin is as white as snow, her lips are red, her teeth are bright, and her eyes are bright. There is a snow-green patch on her forehead, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are also light purple.
The most eye-catching thing is her hair. The woman's black hair was slightly wavy, and she wore a very charming Japanese bun, which seemed to have not fallen yet, causing people's hearts to tremble. There are two purple jade butterfly hairpins at the bottom of the bun. Two mother-of-pearl purple silk ribbons hang from the tail of the hairpin, and two pearls hang from it. It is no exaggeration to say that she is unparalleled in beauty.
Han Ling looked at her elegant purple dress and blurted out: "Zixun Tower."
The woman raised her eyes towards him and said with a smile, "Mr. Han is truly worthy of his reputation."
They actually arrived at Clarion City.
Han Ling did not intend to correct the mistake. He cupped his hands and said: "I accept. May I ask if you have seen the girl who is traveling with me?"
The woman listened, but had no reaction. Instead, she sat down gracefully and turned to look out the window. Han Ling followed her and glanced out the window. Gele City was at the junction of Qinzhou and Yuanzhou. People from Yucheng and Langya liked to go here for recreation, so the streets were prosperous and gorgeous, and the carved railings and painted buildings were very luxurious. Han Lingsu didn't like this kind of entertainment, so he quickly turned his eyes back to the house.
Seeing that the woman didn't respond, Han Ling walked a few steps forward and said, "The girl was wearing a blue and white gown, with long black hair and bangs, and her bun was tied up with a blue cloth..."
The woman smiled sweetly and interrupted him: "I know you miss Xiao Yu, but Han Langjun is too rude."
When Han Ling heard this, he realized that his behavior was inappropriate. He hurriedly took a few steps back, clasped his fists and apologized: "I was too rude, and I hope that the girl will be respectful. Haven't you asked her her name yet?"
Then the woman Shi Shiran turned her head and said with a smile: "My surname is Wang, and my last name only has the character 'Xun'."
Han Ling buried his head lower: "Master Wang Xun of Zixun Tower, I have long admired your name."
Wang Xun became famous before Han Ling's family was destroyed. When she was sixteen, she became the owner of Zixun Tower and transformed it into an inn. At that time, everyone said that Zixun Tower had lost its customer base. Unexpectedly, within three days of its opening, it was making money every day. There were even literati and poets writing poems and poems for Zixun Tower, which made Zixun Tower famous all over the world.
But there are still rumors in the world that Zixunlou is only clean on the surface, but has done a lot of shameful things behind the scenes. However, in the past seven years, no one has found any clues about the dark side of Zixun Tower. This rumor has been regarded as a joke.
Taking Han Ling in now proves that rumor.
After Han Ling learned Wang Xun's identity, a big stone fell in his heart. With the owner of Zixun Building as a guarantee, his and Zheng Yu's safety is guaranteed. With Zixunlou's financial resources, Zheng Yu's injury may not be impossible to improve.
What's more, judging from Wang Xun's tone, she and Zheng Yu may have an old relationship.
Han Ling bowed again and said: "Master, Han Ling is willing to be punished by the poster. Han Ling is foolish, and please inform the poster of Zheng Yu's whereabouts."
Wang Xun glanced at him lightly, and Han Ling suddenly became nervous.
"Xiaoyu, she was seriously injured and died."
The world in front of Han Ling suddenly collapsed. There was a sharp buzzing in his ears, and he could hardly feel that he was still alive. He took a few steps back, holding on to the edge of the bed before he stood still.
Wang Xun looked at him and said with a smile: "I lied to you."
As soon as these words were spoken, Han Ling was granted amnesty. But the fear in his heart has not dissipated, and the dull pain is still left in his limbs. Han Ling snorted and asked, "Seriously?"
Wang Xun nodded: "Seriously."
Han Ling had a splitting headache, and his anger sharply provoked his nerves. Regardless of the difference in force between himself and Wang Xun, he said stiffly: "The poster should stop making such jokes. It is not funny to regard other people's life and death as a joke."
Wang Xun laughed out loud after hearing what he said.
"Mr. Han, I was just talking, but you almost killed her."
After she finished speaking, she moved her finger, and a burst of purple force shot out, causing the teacup on the table to shatter.
She didn't even look at the frustrated look on Han Ling's face, stood up and put on her shawl:
"Come with me, I'll take you to see Xiao Yu."
Han Ling looked at Wang Xun's back and felt ashamed, but he still put aside his annoyance and guilt and followed her closely.
Zixun Tower looks exquisite and unique, but the underground part is crisscrossed like an ant nest. Han Ling followed Wang Xun's footsteps and counted the candles on the wall along the way. There were nine candles on each floor, twenty-seven in total.
He knew that Wang Xun's words and deeds in Zixun Tower were of great importance, so he smiled and said, "Master Wang Xun has great martial arts skills. Where can I learn from him?"
Wang Xun looked back at him indifferently. Although Wang Xun was walking in front and lower than him, Han Ling always felt that the way she looked at him was looking down.
But he didn't care whether he would be looked down upon by others. With their current situation, Wang Xun would definitely embrace this thigh.
Han Ling swallowed and was about to say something else when he heard Wang Xun smile softly.
"Han Langjun, you and I come from the same school, why do you need to ask more questions?"
Are the teachers from the same school?
Han Ling had no internal strength of his own and relied entirely on Shi Song's internal strength to defend himself. What Wang Xun means is that she and Shi Songshi are from the same school?
It's absolutely impossible. Shi Song's sword skills are the Rinkandao taught by Shi Baichuan himself, who is his father's close disciple. Wang Xun is not much different from them in age, how could he have learned the Rifting Knife?
If it's not similar to Shi Song, is it similar to the strong man in the martial arts conference?
Han Ling was frightened for a moment, so he quietly pulled out the hairpin and took out a pen.
It's said to be a pen, but it's actually a hidden weapon. The top of the concealed weapon is coated with medicine, and the person hit by the arrow will inevitably have to sleep for several hours.
As for Zheng Yu, he would always find her after turning Zixun Tower upside down.
Han Ling made up his mind, and as soon as he put his fingers on the concealed weapon, he saw Wang Xun turn around.
He held his breath and concentrated, put away the concealed weapon, and put on a confused smile.
Wang Xun also laughed. She raised her hand gently and gently scratched Han Ling's ear: "Look."
Han Ling felt his body light up. Yi Yan looked over and saw Wang Xun holding a green ball of light in his hand.
Han Ling was stunned for a moment, and his hair stood on end.
What Wang Xun holds in his hands is Shi Song's internal power.
What should have been in Han Ling's body was Shi Song's internal power.
The strength of the two of them is vastly different. Han Ling's lips trembled and he was speechless, but Wang Xun seemed not to care and threw his inner energy back to Han Ling.
"You always feel that I'm not good to you." Wang Xun smiled, "Actually, you don't even realize how guarded you are against me."
She had already shown her kindness, and Han Ling had no choice but to ignore the cold sweat on his head and said with a smile: "I see, the poster is really from the same sect as me."
Wang Xun nodded.
"Yes." She spoke slowly, her voice as thick as smoke, "Did Xiao Yu teach you your amazing skills? The one who taught me was...an old friend."
They were talking and laughing in this room, and in the other room, two young men in rich clothes galloped on their horses, and they saw they arrived in front of the gate of Cole City.
"Have you really made up your mind?" The young man in yellow got off his horse and showed their tokens to the guards at the city gate.
The young man in blue held his horse with a stinky face and ignored him.
The young man in yellow also seemed used to it: "Xiao Right Prime Minister, oh, no, Xiao Yushi. You are so generous, Yue Chui must give something in return. How about..."
Xiao Lan interrupted him coldly: "Lord Sikong, congratulations on Gaosheng. As for what I have to do, just don't cause any trouble for me."
Sikong Yue put on a look of resentment: "Xiao Yushi, you are so unkind, I think His Highness the Crown Prince couldn't stand you, so he left."
After he finished speaking, he added: "Now the arrest order has just been issued, there are still evil people running around in the martial arts world, and His Royal Highness is outside, and there are dangers everywhere. Yue Chui is really worried about His Highness."
Xiao Lan's expression turned even more ugly. Sikong Yuechui felt a little relieved and unfolded the scroll in his hand.
"Oh," he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I originally thought that the 'Han Ling' who killed people and escaped was a powerful martial artist, but he turned out to be a 'Jade-faced Man'."
