According to Xu Rong's tip, Qian Qiancheng had fled to another inn in the city. He escaped in a hurry and was unprepared, leaving most of his daily necessities in the hotel.
With the help of Xu Rong, Xu Zhuchen and the others sorted out and understood some of his personal information, and finally got to know him a little bit.
"Eldest Miss, Miss Xiao, my identity is of some use, so it is not appropriate to show up." After Xu Rong explained to the two of them, he burned the information and cupped his hands and said, "Although the escort did encounter some difficult things in Yuandi , but if you two need anything, I can mobilize some of my manpower for protection."
Xu Zhuchen glanced at Xiao Mei, who shook his head at her, and Xu Zhuchen responded: "Thank you for your kindness, but this matter is between the two of us, so I won't bother you and the escort agency."
After hearing this, Xu Rong stroked his beard and nodded: "That's good. I have some important things to do, so I won't disturb you two for now. Miss Xiao, please take your leave."
The two separated from Xu Rong and made different plans based on Qian Qiancheng's identity. After finalizing the details, they got dressed and prepared to go out.
Xu Zhuchen turned over Xiao Mei's coat and put it on again. He also arranged the straps and sleeves for her with his own hands. Fang was about to tie the girdle for her, but Xu Zhuchen couldn't help but pause when he saw Xiao Mei tugging on his sleeve.
She gently patted Xiao Mei's shoulder and back, took off her coat with one hand, unbuttoned her own white robe with the other, and switched their clothes involuntarily.
"Ame, Zhiyang, you don't seem to wear white clothes anymore since you recovered from your illness." She smiled and tied the belt for Xiaomei, then took off her own hand and leggings, and at her insistence, she Tie it yourself. Then he neatly arranged Xiao Mei's torn robe and put it on himself.
"Look, how do I look in this outfit?"
Before Xiao Mei could develop his inner strength, Xu Zhuchen took his hand and pressed it on his face. Through her slightly cold skin, Xiao Mei felt the surging young man's blood.
Xiao Mei smiled and said: "You pulled me so close, how can I see clearly." Although he said this, Xiao Mei did not resist at all, but closed his eyes and felt Xu Zhuchen's appearance carefully.
Xu Zhuchen was born dignified and handsome, with a strong profile, white hair tied high, two upturned bright red phoenix eyes, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, so handsome. She likes to wear neat and dignified white clothes on weekdays. She is dignified and elegant, which complements her long snow-white hair and dignified and handsome face, and is completely decent.
His fingers slid down and touched the embroidered collar of the black robe. Now that he has changed into this robe, Xu Zhuchen has lost his usual tendency to be overly upright and reclusive, and he seems to have more of the temperament of a young knight.
This black dress, when worn on Xiao Mei, looks slim and concise, with a mysterious temperament. Even though it was badly damaged, it still looked very suitable for her, adding a bit of wildness and unruliness. However, when Xu Zhuchen put on this dress, she felt a bit different. A joking air surrounded her, which was completely different from Xu Zhuchen's decent temperament. Xiao Mei couldn't help but laugh.
"You, it's best for you to wear white clothes."
The two of them went out. It was not too late, the vendors along the way had not yet set up their stalls, and the two of them were not hungry yet. In the dim dusk, a group of wild geese flew southward in the warm yellow smoke. Xu Zhuchen and Xiao Mei each held swords and rushed towards the hotel where they were staying with quick and steady steps.
The inn where Qian Qiancheng was staying was quite old and had a small reputation in Yuangong. The boss's surname is Qing, and his attitude is always impartial. People in the world respectfully call him Uncle Qing. The Qingjia Inn is located on the edge of the main city and the county. The location is not close, so the two decided to go back to the inn to change clothes and ride on horseback.
Along the way, the two exchanged information about the coachman again.
Qian Qiancheng, in his early forties, was born in Yuandi, and once belonged to the killer organization Amamiya. After "coming down" from Yugong, Qian Qiancheng worked in many escort agencies in Zhiyang. In recent years, he still works as an escort at Shanyin Escort Agency, but he doesn't go out often.
However, even with Xu Rong's information, it was not possible to find out who he was working for. The two of them analyzed based on his actions - they were able to accurately find Xu Zhuchen, monitored him all the way, and knew the surroundings of Zhiyang well. They probably guessed that this was targeting the Shanyin Escort Agency, and identified several possible competitors.
After walking all the way, we arrived at the Qingjia Inn in a short time. Xu Rong reported to them the specific room number they paid for. The two arrived very quickly and had already sneaked into the inn before the lanterns came on.
When Qian Qiancheng returned to the inn, the room was dark, with only the half-opened window letting in some hazy moonlight. Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance, and like a cloud breaking over the moon, a snow-white figure appeared in the room like a ghost.
If it were anyone else, this white figure would have been able to scare them away. But Qian Qiancheng looked at Xu Zhuchen holding the sword. Not only did he show no fear, he didn't even show the slightest bit of surprise.
"Miss Xu, you are fine."
Xu Zhuchen was coated in cold silver by the moonlight, blooming on her white hair like frost. She turned back, her blood-red pupils stared at Huai Cheng, and asked: "Senior Huai Cheng, are you okay?"
Qian Qiancheng put the package in his hand on the top of the cabinet beside him and did not sit down. He just looked at her with a calm expression, even a little regretful: "My little man's journey was not peaceful. First, he was intercepted when he was leaving the city. I had another dispute with Miss Luo, lost her whereabouts, failed to fulfill your instructions, and now you come to my door. The most surprising thing is that I have experienced the 'Collapse Cloud Palm' that has disappeared in the world for many years. It is really surprising to the villain. Eye-opener."
Xu Zhuchen smiled quietly and said: "Senior Hua is well-informed and there is no need to be humble. However, Collapse Cloud Palm is not powerful and does not change much, but its connotations are deep and continuous. Although Luo Zhi did not learn deeply, he has some With his solid internal strength, Xu Zhuchen really admires the fact that the senior can take over from her."
After she finished speaking, she pulled out an inch of the dew in her hand, and the cold light shone like an inch of overflowing moonlight.
"It's just that senior was injured just now. Do you still want to practice swordsmanship with me now?"
Qian Qiancheng showed an honest smile, just like the coachman who once helped Xu Zhuchen. "Miss, I hope you won't abandon me. It's just that I don't have such arrogant thoughts, so I won't accompany you here."
As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Xu Zhuchen, still looking honest and respectful, and slowly backed away with his head lowered.
Xu Zhuchen's hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, but he did not move. He just stared at Hua Cheng with his blood-red eyes. There was no change in Qian Qiancheng's expression. He was still playing the role of coachman dutifully, and he was not even prepared to deal with Xu Zhuchen's offensive. He retreated all the way to the door, his muscles still slack, but in the next moment, he took out two poisoned double-edged swords at a speed that was too fast to catch, and was about to throw the poisoned swords at Xu Zhuchen.
"Please give up this idea, I can move faster than you." A smiling female voice came from behind him, and the hot heat of the sword blade came from the side of his neck, which was extremely scorching. Even though Qian Qiancheng's internal energy was sharp enough, he never noticed any trace of it.
It was as if this woman's superb Qinggong did not rely on internal strength, but came from herself. This is absolutely impossible.
Unless, she is a beast.
