The Master of Zixiao Pavilion touched his chin and did not hide it.
"There are five hundred Imperial Guards around that girl. It seems a bit tricky. I'm going to send twenty disciples."
The killers of Zixiao Pavilion have always acted alone. Unless there is a big mission, they will work together in small groups. Like this, twenty people are dispatched at one time, but it is said to be the only time since the establishment of Zixiao Pavilion.
Chu Shaoyang also knew how powerful these Zixiao Pavilion disciples were. Just one Thousand-faced Young Master would give him a huge headache. As long as each of these disciples had half the skill of Thousand-faced Young Master, no one in the world would be able to survive.
However, there are only 500 imperial guards around her...
Is it worth it for the master of Zixiao Pavilion to send out twenty disciples for such a large battle
What's more, she is a weak woman who doesn't know martial arts. If any Zixiao Pavilion disciple takes action, a little finger will probably kill her.
As for the five hundred imperial guards, Chu Shaoyang didn't care at all.
That's equivalent to five hundred pieces of wood!
Decoration!
It’s useless!
The master of Zixiao Pavilion glanced at Chu Shaoyang's face like lightning and saw the doubts in his heart.
"That girl is not what she used to be. She should not be underestimated." He shook his head slightly, took another thin book from behind, turned to a page, and handed it to Chu Shaoyang.
Chu Shaoyang took it and took a look. His eyes suddenly opened wide and he could hardly believe the content recorded on it.
His jaw tightened and he turned the booklet to the cover.
Xi Chu, Shen Ning.
These four words suddenly came into view.
Chu Shaoyang held this thin book tightly, knowing that it recorded every detail of her life, and his heart couldn't help but get excited.
He held the book as if he had found a treasure, raised his head, and looked directly at the Master of Zixiao Pavilion.
"I want to find a quiet place."
"Can."
The master of Zixiao Pavilion called in a disciple and took Chu Shaoyang out.
He took him to the end of the bamboo forest.
Looking down, the white mist is vast and not very deep.
The disciple took Chu Shaoyang to the place and left. He looked back at Chu Shaoyang curiously.
This is the forbidden area of the pavilion master. He will come here when he is in a bad mood or in a good mood, but others never dare to step in. Even the pavilion master’s favorite and beloved young master has never been here. here.
Chu Shaoyang sat cross-legged in the bamboo forest, listening to the rustle of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves. The air was extremely fresh. Taking a deep breath, all he felt in his lungs was sweetness.
What a wonderful place for meditation.
He put the booklet on his knees, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, and then carefully and with an inexplicable mood, he opened the first page.
He read it hungrily.
Although the memory about her was as clear as if it had just happened, when he saw the contents recorded in the booklet, Chu Shaoyang still felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle and felt everything.
He seemed to see her in the past, the eldest daughter of the Shen family who disgusted him so much. She was stupid, foolish and clumsy, but she was obsessed with him. Later, in order to repay his kindness, he obeyed the emperor's order and had to marry her. The princess, but she had never looked at her in the eyes.
He hates her! Hate her! Despise her!
Because of her, she took away the position of princess that originally belonged to his beloved woman. That position should have belonged to Shen Biyun!
The person who rescued him from the deep lake was Shen Biyun!
Shen Biyun!
When this name came into view, Chu Shaoyang's heart suddenly moved.