Xu Feng left early in the morning. In order to surprise Zhou Yan, he didn't mention the clothes, but only said that he would stay at home all day and clean the house while the weather was good.
In the end, he himself got an unexpected "surprise".
It was past noon when Xu Feng returned home in a daze. His body was covered in mud, his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, and he looked extremely embarrassed. But he didn't rush to change his clothes, he just stood there for a moment in this familiar yet unfamiliar room, then turned and went to Murong Mansion.
He stayed in Murong Mansion for more than half an hour, when he came out his complexion was worse than before, even his lips were pale. But he calmed down in his heart. Before the man came back, he quickly changed his muddy clothes, found a place to hide, and cleaned the house again to cover up the traces of his going out.
After Xu Feng finished all this, it was as if he had fought a fierce battle with someone. His whole body was exhausted, and he fell down on the bed. It's early summer now, the weather is very hot, but he pulled the quilt to cover his body, he felt the cold air all over his body, and shivered while hiding under the quilt.
Many thoughts came to me.
But he would rather not think about anything, just fall into a deep sleep, and never have to wake up again.
When Zhou Yan came back before dark, Xu Feng was already sick and his forehead was terribly hot.
Zhou Yan held his hand and called a few times: "Brother Feng."
Xu Feng's eyes were closed tightly, and he was talking nonsense intermittently, obviously insane.
Zhou Yan saw that he was seriously ill, so he hurriedly called for a doctor. The people under his command were quick and efficient, and just after nightfall, several well-known doctors in Suzhou City had already gathered in this hut. Just like this, Zhou Yan was still not satisfied. If Lin'an City wasn't too far away, he wished he could arrest that miracle doctor Xu to treat Xu Feng's illness.
Fortunately Xu Feng was not seriously ill, after several doctors checked his pulse, they all agreed that it was the cold air entering the body, just contracted the wind-cold. Xu Feng was originally a martial arts practitioner, his body was stronger than ordinary people, a little ailment was not a problem, the doctors discussed it and prescribed a prescription for him. Zhou Yan asked someone to decoct the medicine, fed Xu Feng to drink it himself, and then touched his forehead in the middle of the night. Sure enough, it was not as hot as before, but he did not dare to relax at all, and stayed by the bed all night.
Xu Feng didn't sleep well that night, he kept talking in his dream, Zhou Yan was so close, he couldn't hear what he was talking about, only vaguely heard him call "brother". After a while, Xu Feng suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Brother Zhou!"
The voice was shrill and helpless.
Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he saw Xu Feng's head was covered with sweat, and a drop trickled down the corner of his eye, like a teardrop under the silvery moonlight.
Zhou Yan stared blankly, and couldn't help calling: "Brother Feng."
After a pause, he lowered his voice and said, "Brother..."
Xu Feng never woke up.
Zhou Yan sighed, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Xu Feng's illness came and went quickly, and by the second day he was mostly cured. It's just that although he woke up a few times in the middle, his behavior was very strange. Sometimes he hugged Zhou Yan and refused to let go, calling Zhou Big Brother over and over again, but sometimes he kicked and bit him, telling him to get out at the top of his voice.
Zhou Yan only thought that Xu Feng was sick and confused, and ignored his serious business, and only took care of him wholeheartedly. After two days like this, on the third day, Xu Feng's illness was finally cured. He only drank some porridge, water, soup and medicine in the past few days. When he just woke up, his body was still very weak. After staring at Zhou Yan for a long time, he finally seemed to recognize him, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Zhou Yan Brother."
Zhou Yan smiled, helped him sit up from the bed, and fed him the freshly warmed porridge.
Xu Feng stared at the spoon that was handed over, his body froze slightly, but he quickly restrained himself, and opened his mouth to swallow the warm porridge.
While feeding him, Zhou Yan asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Xu Feng's reaction was a little slow, and he said slowly: "Well, it's much better."
"It's fine, why did you suddenly get sick?"
Xu Feng thought for a while, and said: "I felt a headache when I woke up that morning, I'm afraid I caught a cold at night."
"Be careful next time."
Even though it was summer, Zhou Yan still solemnly tucked Xu Feng's quilt, and saw a strand of hair falling on his cheek, so he leaned closer and straightened his temple hair for him.
Xu Feng closed his eyes, tried his best to control the expression on his face, and heard Zhou Yan ask: "You have been talking in your sleep these few nights, but have you had a nightmare?"
Xu Feng opened his eyes, rolled his eyes slowly, and finally settled his gaze on Zhou Yan's face, saying word by word: "No. I didn't dream of anything."
No matter how terrible the nightmare was, it couldn't compare to... the reality he was in now.
Xu Feng suddenly learned of Zhou Yan's identity that day, and it was raining again, so he was indeed ill after returning. But his illness was not as serious as it appeared on the surface. Although he was ill these few days, his mind was clearer than ever, and he deliberately pretended to be unconscious, just to deceive Zhou Yan.
When he came back that day covered in mud, his mind was full of thoughts of dying with that person. Later, I went to Murong Mansion, but suppressed this idea. He knew that his abilities were not good enough, even if he risked his life, he might not be able to hurt that person at all, so he might as well pretend that he didn't know anything, and look for another opportunity to take revenge.
Xu Feng has always been straightforward and not good at hiding his emotions. If he played tricks with that person, he might be spotted right away, so he pretended to be seriously ill. Using the name of being sick, even if he behaved a little strangely, it would not be easy to be caught. aware.
Now it seems that he has passed this level.
However, Xu Feng did not dare to relax. In the next few days, he walked on eggshells every day. During the day, he had to get along with that person as usual, always worrying about whether he would show his flaws. At night, he had to share the same bed with that person, and he couldn't sleep almost all night.
Fortunately, Zhou Yan was busy planning to save people, and he had to go out for an hour or two every day, so Xu Feng had to catch his breath.
When he walked back that day, he kept holding the newly made clothes tightly in his arms, and later went to Murong Mansion, but when he came out, his hands were empty. A few days later, the Murong Mansion sent someone to bring something over, Xu Feng opened it and saw that it was the dress he had made for Zhou Yan.
The clothes have been carefully starched, and the pure white material is spotless, just like new.
But Xu Feng knew in his heart that after all, it was different from before.
He held the dress and looked at it again and again, and the afternoon passed like this. Zhou Yan didn't dare to leave for too long after his serious illness, and rushed back after finishing his business.
Xu Feng heard the movement outside, stood up from the table suddenly, then sat back slowly, and smoothed out a wrinkle on the clothes with his fingers.
Since someone sent something here on purpose, he shouldn't waste this planning.
When Zhou Yan pushed the door and entered, Xu Feng had a smile on his lips, and said in a brisk tone: "Brother Zhou."
Zhou Yan responded, swept his eyes, and soon found the dress in his arms.
Xu Feng smiled, shook off the shirt, gestured in front of Zhou Yan, and said, "I asked a tailor to make it according to Brother Zhou's size. I don't know if it fits or not?"
Zhou Yan immediately understood what he meant. Although there was no expression on his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a little smile appeared in his dark pupils.
This is what he looks like when he's really happy.
Before that heavy rain, Xu Feng imagined this scene, and felt so happy in his heart. But now, he could only force himself to put on a smile.
Zhou Yan took the dress and asked, "For me?"
"Um."
"When did you do it?"
"It was before I got sick. I saw this piece of material when I was shopping with Mr. Murong the other day at a silk shop. I thought it suited Brother Zhou very well, so I bought it. It took several days for the tailor to make it. I just went to pick it up today. back."
Xu Feng has practiced these words many times, and he thinks he has no flaws, but Zhou Yan said: "No wonder you always look restless these days, so you are thinking about this matter."
Xu Feng was secretly startled. He thought he was hiding it very well, but unexpectedly, Zhou Yan could see the clues. Fortunately, he had a ready-made excuse, so he said along the way: "Brother Zhou, put it on and try it on."
Zhou Yan went into the back room to change clothes.
After the two of them revealed their feelings to each other, Zhou Yan always refused to get too close to Xu Feng, and even things like changing clothes always avoided him. Xu Feng couldn't figure out why before, but after knowing the identity of that person, he naturally understood everything. That man... that man's eyes are higher than the top, and he has always looked down on him. All the tenderness and sweetness in the past are just because he is still worth using, so he is just perfunctory.
It's ridiculous that he was really moved.
Just as he was thinking, Zhou Yan had already opened the door and walked out. At this time, it was the setting sun, and the glow of the sky leaked in from the window, and it was shining on Zhou Yan.
Xu Feng was stunned for a moment when he looked at the elegant white dress.
Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Does it look good?"
"nice."
Xu Feng felt that his eyes were a little blurry. His right hand was hidden in his sleeve, and his nails dug deep into his flesh to force the mist back. He said with a smile: "In this world, no one can match my brother Zhou."
The moment he said this, he couldn't tell whether he was sincere or fake.
Zhou Yan was very satisfied with the praise, with a natural expression, he shook Xu Feng's hand and said, "What do you want for dinner?"
Xu Feng knew that this scene had to continue, so he forced a smile and said, "Both Brother Zhou's favorite dishes."
He thought for a while, and then said: "It's rare to be happy today, why don't we open a jar of wine to drink?"
Ever since Xu Feng yelled that he wanted to drink, but in the end he could only find cooking wine for cooking, Zhou Yan bought several jars of wine and came back to prepare. At this time, when Xu Feng mentioned it, he opened a jar and poured a glass for the two of them.
The dishes were washed and cut long ago, Xu Feng quickly fried them and served them on the table. His craftsmanship is good, and several dishes are full of color, fragrance, and taste, but he himself didn't move his chopsticks much, he just kept paying attention to Zhou Yan's wine glass. Zhou Yan drank.
Zhou Yan pretended not to know, and drank one cup after another. After drinking for three rounds, he suddenly smiled and glanced at Xu Feng, and said, "Brother Feng, are you planning to get me drunk?"
A thin layer of cold sweat oozes from Xu Feng's back, he forced a smile and said, "Brother Zhou can drink so well, I just want to see if you can get drunk."
Zhou Yan smiled lightly, and continued to drink.
In order to prevent him from getting suspicious, Xu Feng also drank a few glasses with him. He originally poured three glasses of alcohol, but today, because of something on his mind, he was still not drunk after a few glasses. Instead, Zhou Yan fell headfirst on the table while drinking.
Xu Feng was taken aback, forgot everything in an instant, rushed over and said, "Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Yan leaned on the table, turned his head to look at Xu Feng, with a little drunkenness in his eyes, blinked at him, and said, "Brother Feng, get closer."
Xu Feng came over like a ghost.
Zhou Yan straightened up, stretched out his hand and hugged him full.
Xu Feng froze immediately, unable to advance or retreat, so he had to let him hold him like this.
Zhou Yan tightened his arms, brushed his lips gently against his ears, and called out with a sigh: "Brother Feng..."
Xu Feng couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhou, what's the matter with you?"
Zhou Yan smiled lowly and said, "Don't you want to see me drunk? Of course I want to show you drunk."
Xu Feng's heart was pounding, and he didn't know if he was really drunk or fake drunk, half of his cheeks were burning hot, and he struggled in his arms.
"Don't move," Zhou Yan said with a strong smell of alcohol, firmly holding his hands, "let me take a good look at you."
He said he wanted to see it, but he stretched out his hand to caress Xu Feng's face. Starting from the corner of his eyes, he groped his fingers inch by inch, and finally landed on his lips.
Xu Feng held his breath, thinking that Zhou Yan was going to kiss him.
However, Zhou Yan just touched his lips with his hand, and stared at Xu Feng, his eyes were so beautiful and gentle, enough to tempt his heart. Then he withdrew his hand and kissed his fingers in front of Xu Feng.
It's more blush than a real kiss.
Xu Feng turned his eyes away and said, "Since Brother Zhou is drunk, you should go back to your room to rest."
Zhou Yan still looked at him like that, and said, "Brother Feng, help me in."
Although Xu Feng was reluctant, he had no choice but to take his arms and help him into the room. Seeing that Zhou Yan seemed to be really drunk, he was worried that he would mess around after drinking, and was thinking about how to get through the night. When he got to the bed and looked, he saw Zhou Yan with his eyes closed and his breathing calm, leaning against his shoulder. fell asleep.
Xu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly got him onto the bed, while he himself sat down beside the bed.
There was silence everywhere, and this night was so similar to last year's Mid-Autumn Festival. That night... that man knocked on his door drunk, Xu Feng almost killed him with a candlestick. At that time, he didn't know if that person was pretending to be drunk, but of course he knew now, since the moment he escaped from the Palace of Bliss, he was already under the control of that person.
His martial arts are mediocre, his appearance is ordinary, he knows that there is nothing worth using, the only thing is that he once saved Murong Fei. Later, he planned to live in seclusion in a small town, but Zhou Yan suggested that he come to Ancheng to find a divine healer, but he ran into Murong Fei again on the way. All this is not so much a coincidence, but more like someone carefully arranged. Since the one who kidnapped the bride was someone from the Palace of Bliss, the battle at the bottom of the well that day was just a show, and even the miracle doctor Xu might be a fake. What kind of Gu insects heal wounds, what kind of female Gu and male Gu, I am afraid they are all nonsense.
He was too stupid to really think that someone would risk his life for him.
Xu Feng gritted his teeth and turned to look at the person lying on the bed.
This man still had the face he admired. Xu Feng originally thought that he was wearing a human skin mask, but after careful inspection, there was no trace of the mask, so he guessed that he used some kind of disguise potion.
If there hadn't been that heavy rain, if Big Brother Zhou was just his Big Brother Zhou...
Xu Feng groaned in his heart and didn't dare to think about it any more.
If he had a dagger in his hand, he could have taken that person's life immediately, but he didn't do anything, just sat on the bedside and quietly looked at the sleeping face of that person.
When the candle on the table burned until midnight, it went out with a "chick".
It was pitch black. Xu Feng clearly couldn't see anything, but he still maintained his original posture, staring in that direction steadfastly.
The night passed too quickly.
Unknowingly, the sky has turned slightly white.
Their room was facing the street, and Xu Feng could clearly hear the sound of opening the door, talking, and chopping vegetables from the corner of the street, and then the sound of horseshoes coming from far and near, coming straight to this side.
Xu Feng knew who it was.
When he saw that dress yesterday, he knew that the Murong family had already laid a net, just waiting for... He tricked that person into the trap.
After the sound of horseshoes stopped outside the door, there was a knock on the door soon.
Xu Feng collected himself and planned to get up to open the door. Unexpectedly, he sat by the bed all night, and his legs were already numb. When he stood up, his feet went limp, and he fell back on the bed again. He was bumping into Zhou Yan, and the sleeping man frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
Because he had just woken up, his eyes were not as clear as usual, but instead seemed to be surrounded by a thin layer of mist, and he focused on Xu Feng.
Xu Feng was so close to him that he could kiss his lips just by raising his head. For a moment, he almost forgot where he was, and couldn't help raising his head—
"Bang bang bang!"
The knock on the door again woke him up, Xu Feng put his hands on the bed, straightened up suddenly, and said, "Brother Zhou is awake?"
Zhou Yan gave a soft "um", his voice was still a little hoarse after drinking.
Xu Feng didn't dare to look at him again, turned his head and said, "I'll go and open the door first."
After that, he turned and left the house.
He walked too hastily, and almost tripped when he reached the door, when he opened the door, the person standing outside was indeed Murong Fei.
Murong Fei got to know Xu Feng very well, he regarded him as one of his own, and walked in and said, "Why did it take you so long to open the door?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Feng, and asked doubtfully, "Brother Xu, did you just get up just now?"
Only then did Xu Feng remember that he hadn't slept all night and hadn't even changed his clothes. He must have looked quite embarrassed, and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Murong came too early."
"I have something to do later, so I'll stop by to see you."
"No wonder Mr. Murong came here on horseback."
Xu Feng told Murong Fei to sit down, went to wash himself first, and then went into the kitchen to make hangover soup for Zhou Yan. Seeing that he was busy all this time, Murong Fei also followed into the kitchen, walked around, and said, "Don't you ask me what I'm going to do?"
Xu Feng smiled slightly: "What Mr. Murong wants to do must be a big event."
Seeing that he didn't ask, Murong Fei couldn't hold back anymore, so he took the initiative to come closer, and said in a low voice: "I heard from my father that the owner of the Palace of Bliss... has also arrived in Suzhou City."
Xu Feng pretended to be surprised and said, "Really?"
In fact, he was the one who disclosed this matter to Murong Shen. That day, he was very upset, thinking that he only had Murong Fei as his friend, so he went to Murong Mansion to discuss with him, but unexpectedly met Murong Shen. It is precisely because of this that Fang has the current layout. If it was Murong Fei, he wouldn't care about any scheming, maybe he would directly kill him with a sword.
Murong Shen is well aware of his son's temperament, so Murong Fei is still kept in the dark.
"Since my father said so, it cannot be false." Murong Fei said, "Brother Xu, when you rescued me on the official road, did you ever meet the Palace Master of the Palace of Bliss?"
"No. I... only fought a few tricks with his hall master."
"Then you may have a chance to meet this time."
"how… ?"
"My father thought of a trick to lure the enemy, and planned to wipe out all the people in the Palace of Bliss."
As Murong Fei spoke, he whispered something to Xu Feng.
It turned out that Murong Mansion had infiltrated the inner response of Bliss Palace, Murong Shen had already caught him out, and planned to use his hand to spread false news to lure the owner of Bliss Palace to come to rescue him.
After hearing this, Xu Feng said: "Although it's a good plan, I'm afraid that the people in the Palace of Bliss will follow the plan and really save the person."
"So just in case, my father asked me to send that surnamed Chu away tomorrow..."
"Master Murong," Xu Feng interrupted him, "Such confidential matters should not be told to an outsider like me."
Murong Fei laughed and said, "How can you be considered an outsider? You and I share the same hatred, can I not trust you?"
Xu Feng thought to himself, I'm afraid that the walls have ears.
He looked up at the room next door, not even knowing in his heart whether he hoped the man had heard the words or hadn't heard anything.
Murong Fei got his father's order to send Chu Xi to another place for custody tomorrow, so naturally he had to make some preparations first, so after talking to Xu Feng, he hurried away on horseback.
When Xu Feng cooked the hangover soup and brought it into the room, Zhou Yan had already got up and washed. Seeing that his expression was normal, Xu Feng didn't know how much he had heard.
Murong Shen said that if this matter was too deliberate, traces would inevitably be exposed, so even Murong Fei kept the secret from him and only revealed the plan through his mouth. Xu Feng was worried that he could not perform well in this play, and he deliberately got Zhou Yan drunk last night. Now that he thinks about it, he is a little scared, afraid that he will be self-defeating, and instead show him a flaw.
Because he was thinking about this matter, he was a little restless all day long, and even burned a dish when he was cooking at night.
Zhou Yan didn't say much, still eating the food bite by bite. Halfway through eating, Xu Feng heard him say: "Brother Feng, I'm going out tomorrow."
Xu Feng's hand trembled, he barely held the chopsticks in his hand, and asked, "Where is Brother Zhou going?"
"There is a tricky thing that I must do myself."
Xu Feng nodded and said, "...OK."
He was chewing the burnt dish, and for some reason, he found it too bitter to swallow.
Zhou Yan went to bed early at night. Xu Feng lay down next to him numbly, feeling as if he had slept for a while, but also didn't seem to close his eyes at all, the sky was already dawn.
After Zhou Yan got up, he was not in a hurry to change his clothes. He just put the lake-blue shirt and the white shirt on the bed together, and carefully picked them out for a long time. In the end, I really couldn't pick one out, so I asked Xu Fengdao: "Brother Feng, which one do you want to wear?"
Feeling guilty, Xu Feng went up to pick up the white shirt and said, "This one, Brother Zhou looks good in it."
Zhou Yan smiled, took it over and said, "Then this one."
After changing his clothes, he went out.
Xu Feng watched his back as he was walking towards the door, only then realized belatedly that their plan had come to nothing, and the man was stepping into a trap step by step.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and shouted: "Brother Zhou!"
Zhou Yan turned his head back, his eyes darkened like water, he took a deep look at him, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Xu Feng stared at him blankly, and said after a long time: "It's nothing... Brother Zhou's belt is crooked."
As he spoke, he walked forward, stood still in front of Zhou Yan, and stretched out his hand to adjust the belt that was not crooked at all. He lowered his head and noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly, but he couldn't control it.
Zhou Yan looked at the top of his hair and said, "You said last time that you wanted to go to Jinling. Once I finish this matter, let's go."
Xu Feng didn't respond.
No matter how slow his movements were, it was impossible for him to stick his hands to Zhou Yan's belt. He had run out of excuses and had to step back and say, "Okay."
Zhou Yan stretched out his hand, took him into his arms, and whispered in his ear, "Wait for me to come back."
The corners of Xu Feng's eyes were astringent, and he knew that if Zhou Yan stepped into the trap, he would never return. He bit his lip tightly, not allowing himself to say extra words.
Zhou Yan let go of his hand, took another careful look at Xu Feng, and then turned and walked out the door.
Xu Feng stood blankly at the door for a moment, then remembered his identity and position, hurriedly went to open the window, and placed a blue and white porcelain bowl for serving vegetables on the window sill. This was the secret code that he had agreed with Murong Shen, and the Murong family would arrange for the subsequent matters.
He finished all this numbly and blankly. Looking at the empty room, he suddenly felt eerily quiet.
After today, no matter whether that person is alive or dead, he will never come back here again. And the windows are still pasted with bright red grilles, still looking beaming.
Xu Feng didn't dare to look any more after just one glance. He took out his saber from the room and hugged it in his arms. When he was saving the bride, he lost the sword. This sword was replaced later. Although it is not as sharp as that sword, it is still enough...to cut enemies with his hands.
After about half a stick of incense, there was a knock on the door outside.
It was the housekeeper of Murong Mansion who knocked on the door, Xu Feng had seen him several times when he was looking for Murong Fei. At this time, he bowed his body and said respectfully: "Xu Shaoxia, my Patriarch is waiting for you in the carriage."
Xu Feng clenched the sword in his hand and followed him out. He saw that although the housekeeper was not handsome, but his eyes were sharp, and he walked silently, he knew that he must be a master of internal martial arts.
An ordinary carriage was parked at the corner of the street. Xu Feng got into the carriage and saw that there were already three people sitting in it.
The first one is naturally Murong Shen. His appearance is somewhat similar to Murong Fei's, but Murong Fei is unparalleled in beauty and has a compelling face, while his father is gentle and refined, and he speaks softly and softly, like a gentleman.
The other two are a monk and a Taoist priest. The monk's round face and round eyes were full of smiles, looking at people with a smile. The Taoist priest was as thin as a stick, with a murderous look on his face.
"Xu Shaoxia is here." Murong Shen nodded to Xu Feng, and introduced the two, "This is the abbot of Biyun Temple, and this is the master of Qingfeng Temple."
They are all characters of Taishan Beidou in the martial arts.
Xu Feng was taken aback, and hurriedly greeted the two seniors. The monk responded with a smile, but the Taoist only raised his eyelids, and didn't even bother to look at him.
Xu Feng was just an unknown person, and he never dreamed that he could ride in the same carriage with these two people, but he immediately remembered that they all came here to deal with that person, and he couldn't tell what it was like.
Murong Shen gave an order, and the carriage rattled forward.
Xu Feng thought that the man had been gone for half a day, and he didn't know if he was ambushed now, so he felt a little restless, and suddenly heard Murong Shen ask: "Has he put on that dress?"
Xu Feng raised his heart, paused, and said, "... wear it."
Murong Shen smiled and said: "If we can capture the owner of the Palace of Bliss this time, Shaoxia Xu will be the first."
The Taoist snorted coldly and said, "What kind of heroes are you to use these crooked methods?"
Xu Feng's face became hot when he said it, but Murong Shen kept his face and smiled like a spring breeze, and said: "Brother Ruoxu is right, but I came up with this method. Taking risks and dealing with that devil, you can be regarded as a young hero. As for me, as long as I can defeat the Palace of Bliss in one fell swoop this time, why should I cherish such a small reputation?"
What he said was impeccable, and the Taoist felt bored, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Xu Feng also felt uncomfortable when he was praised so much, so he pulled out the sword in his arms and slowly wiped the blade with his sleeve.
The carriage was going forward, suddenly shook suddenly, then stopped, the butler of the Murong Mansion said outside: "Patriarch, something happened."
"What's up?"
"There was an accident in the mansion, and someone set off a signal flare for help."
When everyone heard this, they hurriedly lifted the curtain to look out of the car, only to see a wisp of green smoke burning in the direction of Murong Mansion, it seemed that something serious happened indeed.
Murong Shen said in a deep voice: "It's someone from the Palace of Bliss... who broke into the mansion to save someone."
The Taoist smiled "Hey" and said, "The thief was stolen? You plotted in every possible way and set up traps to plot against others, but instead you were taken away from your lair. Hehe, it's ridiculous."
Murong Shen didn't make a sound, but turned to look at Xu Feng.
Xu Feng recalled the situation in the past few days, and he was also confused, saying: "I don't know if he has seen through..."
The butler said: "Patriarch, do you want to rush back immediately?"
Murong Shen waved his hands and said, "How is Fei Er?"
"I have sent someone to investigate the situation before, and I should be back soon."
Murong Shen said: "Then just wait."
The time of waiting was like years.
Xu Feng especially felt distraught.
Did that person already see through their plan and use him instead? When did he find out? The drunken night? When he was sick? Or... when he was hiding outside the ruined temple and eavesdropping
After waiting for a while, someone came back on a fast horse, and said from a distance: "Patriarch, the young master stopped him! It's just..."
"But what?"
"However, there is only the owner of the Palace of Bliss."
Everyone was taken aback after hearing this.
Since the palace lord has seen through the trap, why bother throwing herself into the trap again? Did he live too long for his life, or did he have another conspiracy
Murong Shen made a decisive decision and ordered the steward, "Let's go and have a look."
The butler took the order, and the carriage was soon on its way again. This time the speed was much faster than before, and the bumps along the way were severe.
The monk looked in the direction of Murong's mansion and said: "Brother Murong's mansion..."
"It's not that the mansion is unprepared, it's just that there are not enough people. I'm afraid we won't be able to keep that Chu."
The monk said with a smile: "To capture the thief, you must first capture the king. As long as you can capture the palace master of the Palace of Bliss, even ten hall masters will be able to handle it."
"Hmph," the Taoist priest said coolly, "do you have the ability to capture ten hall masters?"
"Although the poor monk doesn't have this ability, does brother Ruoxu have it?"
The two actually quarreled at this moment, Murong Shen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only smooth things over from the sidelines.
They made a lot of noise, but Xu Feng didn't hear it. The carriage kept shaking, and his heart was also ups and downs, and he couldn't help thinking: Since the man knew, why did he still come
He remembered the look on that man's face when he was carefully choosing which clothes to wear, he seemed to understand something, but he seemed to be unable to figure out anything, he only held the sword in his hand tightly.
Murong Shen originally chose a valley with an excellent location to ambush the people of the Palace of Bliss, but now even though he only intercepted the palace owner, the location has not changed. They were not far away from each other, and after the carriage drove quickly for a while, the housekeeper of Murong Mansion said: "Here we are!"
Xu Feng's heart trembled, thinking that if someone was fighting, he would definitely hear the sound of swords clashing, but there was no sound at this time, could it be that...
He hastily lifted the curtain and looked outside. In the early summer, the vegetation was lush and the valley was quiet and quiet. It was indeed an excellent place to ambush. At this time, many people were lying on the ground in disorder, and another dozen or so people surrounded one person. Judging by their attire, they were all the guards of Murong Mansion. Murong Fei was also among them, his usual proud expression was withdrawn, he looked as if he was facing a big enemy, beads of sweat trickled down from his temples, he didn't bother to wipe them off.
Xu Feng's eyes flicked across the faces of the crowd, and finally fell on the man in white in the middle. The white clothes were spotless, with twig patterns embroidered with silver thread, which were faintly visible in the sunlight, really beautiful. This is the material that Xu Feng personally chose, and he watched Zhou Yan put it on this morning, but at this moment, his eyes moved up inch by inch along the skirt, and what he saw was a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
With handsome eyebrows and fine eyes, and a face as beautiful as jade, it was the face that appeared in his nightmares over and over again.
Although he already knew the truth, Xu Feng still felt his heart tremble suddenly when he suddenly saw the person he hated to the bone, and he could hardly grasp the sword in his hand.
At this time the carriage had stopped, Murong Shen and others got out of the carriage one after another, Xu Feng also followed, heard Murong Shen say: "Fei Er is probably not that man's match."
The monk said: "Brother Ruoxu, do you want to make a move?"
The Taoist was very proud, rolled his eyes, and said: "I agreed to help when I heard that people from the Palace of Bliss would come to rob people, and now there is only the owner of the palace... Huh, I can't do it like a bully." thing."
The monk smiled embarrassingly, and it was hard to make a move when he was squeezed by his words.
On the contrary, Murong Shen said: "The Palace Mistress came here alone, I guess he has prepared some countermeasures, and there are two of them in the sidelines, it really couldn't be better."
One sentence drew the two of them in again, and then raised his voice and said to Murong Fei: "Fei'er, you step back first, let me meet the Palace Master of the Palace of Bliss."
"Father, this devil's qinggong is very good, be careful to let him run away."
Murong Fei was wary of the palace lord's sudden attack, he didn't dare to relax at all, he only led the people back slowly. The palace lord was calm and relaxed, with one hand behind his back and the sword in the other, he turned his eyes and looked towards Xu Feng.
The abbot of Biyun Temple, the owner of Qingfeng Temple, and the head of the Murong family, these three people are all well-known figures in the world, but at this time none of them are in the eyes of those people. He didn't even glance at him, he just focused on Xu Feng, a nobody. Although he looked indifferent, but because of his good looks, he didn't speak or smile, so he also had a romantic demeanor.
Xu Feng felt a rush of energy and blood rushing up, he didn't care where he was, and shouted: "Mr. Murong, I'll help you!"
After all, he raised his sword and charged forward.
Murong Fei was very surprised, just about to repel him, but the Palace Mistress did it first. When the two sides confronted each other before, Murong Fei tried every means, but the man was as immobile as a mountain, but now when he moved his hand, his sword was as bright as lightning, and with a "chi", a long cut was drawn on Murong Fei's arm. a hole.
"Little Lord!"
Seeing that their young master was injured, the guards of the Murong Mansion immediately rushed up and fought with the palace master. The scene became so chaotic, Murong Shen respected his identity, so he couldn't go forward to attack him, so he could only stand aside with the two monks and priests to "grab the formation".
Xu Feng was crowded in the crowd, being pushed and shoved, and he couldn't get close to that person at all. On the other hand, the palace lord is more than capable, except for Murong Fei who can barely parry a few moves, the others are not his all-in-one enemy.
"Crowd." The palace master snorted and said, "If Mr. Murong doesn't stop me, I can only take one step ahead. At my house... there are still people waiting for me."
Although he was speaking to Murong Shen, his eyes were fixed on Xu Feng.
Xu Feng was at a loss, he didn't know what he meant, did he still expect to pretend he didn't know anything, and still go back to that room to respect his brothers and friends? What's more, Murong Shen has tampered with that dress, he will never be able to take it off today.
Sure enough, Murong Shen stood aside quietly and was not in a hurry to stop him, but after the man had fought for a while, his sword movements had gradually slowed down. Even so, there was no sign of panic on his face, and he often used inexplicable superfluous moves. He could use a sword, but he wanted to use his palm, and he didn't need to dodge, but he still wanted to use lightness kung fu. .
Xu Feng couldn't understand it at first, but then suddenly came to his senses, and realized that he wasted so much thought because he was afraid that blood stains would stain the clothes on his body.
At this point, the devil is still so hypocritical!
Xu Feng was full of anger and anger, and the long sword in his hand was dancing like the wind, and he greeted the man directly. The man met his eyes, then slightly staggered away, and did not fight him.
Xu Feng took a deep breath and chased after him. The man was helpless and wanted to break out, but Murong Fei managed to trap him, how would he let him escape? He rushed over and blocked his way.
The palace lord's eyes darkened, and finally he slapped his left shoulder with a ruthless hand. Murong Fei's arm had just been injured, so he didn't dare to fight him head-on, so he had to hide to the side. Unexpectedly, that person wanted to take his right hand, and then cut it out with a sword.
If this strike is real, Murong Fei's entire right arm will be useless, Xu Fengfeng rushed forward and knocked Murong Fei away in a hurry, taking his place himself.
Seeing Xu Fenglong under the light of his sword, the Palace Master's face suddenly changed color, abruptly changed the posture of the sword, and the long sword in his hand drew a long sword mark on the ground, and he himself was shocked by his inner breath and took a step back.
He condensed his sword and didn't shoot, but Xu Feng was merciless. With a pull of the sword flower, he made continuous sword moves.
The palace lord had no choice but to raise his sword to block it.
Xu Feng has practiced the left-handed sword by himself, and there is only one sword move he has practiced the most proficiently, which is the murderous sword that Zhou Yan taught him before. At this moment when the enemy was present, he almost didn't even think about it, and he used it naturally.
The palace lord was startled at first, then bent the corner of his mouth and said: "Okay!"
His swordsmanship was far more exquisite than Xu Feng's, but when both of them drew their swords at the same time, Xu Feng's sword managed to avoid the sharpness of his sword tip, and rushed straight up against the blade, stabbing his chest.
It's as easy as it has been practiced countless times.
When Xu Feng learned this sword technique before, he felt strange in his heart, his opponent is not a piece of wood, how could he stand there and let him kill him? It wasn't until the moment when the sword was actually drawn that he realized that there was a flaw in the palace master's swordsmanship, and what Zhou Yan taught him was the way to break it.
He had sent his deathbed to him long ago.
Xu Feng's sword had pierced into the man's chest, if he moved forward an inch, he would be killed. But the veins in his hands were bulging, and he couldn't exert any strength anymore. He just wondered in a daze, is this person in front of him his elder brother Zhou, or that evil leader who has done all kinds of evil
In such hot weather, it seems that even the air is frozen, and the sound of cicadas grows louder and louder.
The palace lord's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled. He is dressed in white and has dark hair, a face like a crown jade, straight as the person in the painting, and he slowly raised his hand to grab the sharp blade.
Xu Feng watched the white jade-like palm stained red with blood, and heard the man say: "Have you forgotten what I said before? You only have one chance to kill me, and you want to take my life... that should be the case .”
As he spoke, he moved his hand forward, and the tip of the sword sank into his chest in an instant.
There was a buzzing in Xu Feng's ears, and he saw a large amount of blood smudged on his chest.
The man looked down, and there was a streak of blood on the corner of his lips, but he didn't notice it, smiled to himself, and whispered to himself: "It's a pity that Brother Feng gave me the clothes."