Xinyuan sighed on the roof and sighed at the many courtyards and houses. When they were imagining when they would have a small house of their own, suddenly they heard a scream from the courtyard, and then someone shouted, "There is an assassin. Catch the assassin!" With this shout, all the rooms in the middle yard were lit up, illuminating the entire yard like daylight. Then only a "bang" sound was heard, and the subordinate of Wangyuedong who had just broke into fell out of the room and fell to the ground motionless, seeming to have passed out.
Xinyuan didn't expect that Li Mansion would have such a master, and Wangyuedong's disciple would be captured so quickly. He wanted to see what happened, so he stayed on the roof and didn't move. It was still raining at this time, and the cool rain slapped Xinyuan's body, making all his dim drunkenness disappear all at once. Only hearing a clear voice from below commanded him, the disciple of Wangyuedong was tied up by the martial artist of the courtyard, and led into the largest room.
When all the people in the yard returned to the house, Xinyuan jumped down, and came to the window with his toes lightly and without a sound. He moistened the window paper with saliva and poke a hole in it. At this time, I heard the clear voice asking in the room: "Say! Who sent you here!"
The captured Wangyuedong subordinate snorted without speaking. The clear voice sneered and said, "It's very hard. But even if you don't say it, I know who you are." Through the hole in the window paper, Xin Yuan saw a 30-year-old man in the house. Walking back and forth, two men in Tsing Yi stood behind the tied men of Wangyuedong with blades in their hands. I saw that the 30-year-old man walked a few steps back and forth, turned around, turned his back to the window and said, "You are from Wangyuedong, called Yazai, and the master of Xuanwu Hall. I guess it’s right. Bar?"
The Wangyuedong subordinate still made no sound. After a while, he said, "You are the second son of the Li family, Li Shi, I'm right."
The 30-year-old man smiled slightly with a triumphant look on his face, and said, "Yes, it's just a small one." At this moment, he suddenly turned around, facing the window, and saw him with sword eyebrows high nose and eyes It was piercing and looked over through the window. Xinyuan couldn't help but startled, thinking that if it weren't for the cover of rain at night, the two stood facing each other at such close range, he might have discovered it long ago.
I saw Li Shi turned around and asked: "We have nothing to do with Wangyue Cave. What is Gui Sanqiu sending you here for?" He saw that Yazi didn't answer his meaning at all, smiled, and continued. "I know that Wangyue Cave has strict rules and I don’t want to embarrass you. Then please tell Gui Sanqiu that our Li family doesn’t want to interact with Wangyue Cave." Then he waved his hand and asked the man in Tsing Yi to untie the rope on Yazi. Said: "You go."
Yazi didn't expect that he would let him go so easily, he hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "There will be some time later!" Picking up his sword, opened the door and went out. Li Shi winked at the two patrons. The two patrons knew, followed behind Yazai and watched him leave the Li Mansion before returning to the house, and said to Li Shi, "He has gone!"
Li Shi nodded and said, "You go down." The two family members exited the room, closed the door and left.
Li Shi walked back and forth in the room by himself, his brows gradually worrisome. At this time, the time has passed, but the rain still keeps pattering.
Just when Yazai opened the door, Xinyuan dodges and hides behind a bunch of Guanyin bamboo beside him. After the two family members have followed them, he jumped onto the roof and went back to sleep in the inn opposite the Yanyu Building. .
Xinyuan spent most of the night in the rain in Li Mansion last night. His clothes had been soaked by rain. After returning to the inn, he changed into a black long gown and sat on the bed for half an hour to perform exercises until his internal breath was clear. I fell asleep when I got fever.
Early the next morning, Xin Yuan got up to find Wen Zheng and Qiao Er, but the room between them was still empty. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly found a note under the teapot on the table in Qiao'er's room. When he picked it up and looked at it, he saw it read: "Xinyuan, my brother and I have taken a step beforehand. Find me and please go to Hangzhou Kaiyuan Bank." Then a new line was written: "There is silver in the baggage on my bed. There are three thousand tickets and one hundred taels of silver pattern. Take care.” Xinyuan held the note and was moved in his heart, thinking that if he hadn't stayed at Luo's house for two years after leaving the Shaolin Temple, I am afraid that he would have been wandering the rivers and lakes without food, I don’t know. How much suffering will be suffered, and how many eyes will be stunned. He put down the note and went to Qiao'er's bedside to find a white package. After opening it, there was a stack of silver bills, no more, no less than three thousand taels. Besides, there are a hundred and taels of scattered silver. He took the package back to his room, thinking that Wenzheng and Qiao'er had gone, leaving him alone here, anyway, there was nothing wrong with him, so it was better to go outside.
The sound of rain lasted all night, and the weather only cleared up after dawn. After Xinyuan left the house, but felt the air was fresh, and seeing the dew on the surrounding plants and trees was still shining in the sun, I couldn't help but feel refreshed. He wanted to see the outskirts, so he walked out of the city towards a mountain to the west. After a night of rain, the road was wet and slippery. There were few pedestrians, and I didn't shy away from my heart. I just let go of my steps and performed light work, I just rushed all the way. When I stopped, I suddenly found myself in front of a tombstone hidden by weeds on the mountain. The grass is mottled on the tombstone, and it is vaguely visible that the words "the tomb of the older man" are written on it.
Xinyuan moved in his heart, thinking that this is probably the tomb of the humeral minister of Yue Wang Goujian. He knew very well about the struggle between Wu and Yue for hegemony. He knew that the language was the person who neglected Wu Jiushu on Goujian, the king of Yue. After the destruction of Wu, he was gifted to death by King Goujian, and was buried in the mansion due to his self-reliance on his merits. The north of the mountain.
Xinyuan recalled the records in the history books, thinking that since this place is a cemetery of literary genres, it must be the northern peak of Fushan Mountain. He turned to look at the surroundings, but saw the mountains circled around, corresponding to the two peaks on the east side, like a crouching dragon lying on the ground, with extraordinary aura. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of weapon impact from a distance, as if the fighting was fierce. My heart was far away before I could think about it, and I ran towards the direction where the sound came from. After he passed through a broad-leaved forest, he saw a man and a woman two men in black holding long swords fighting each other. Both sides were fiercely offensive and their sword skills were changing. Although Xin Yuan could not see what martial arts they were doing, Seeing that they dress very similarly, and that the man Huo Ran is the tall man who was with Yazai yesterday, Xinyuan also understood three points in his heart, guessing that the people in Wangyuedong might be killing each other and fighting each other. this.
Xinyuan stepped forward generously and sat down on a rock not far from them, pretending to be a tourist watching the scenery.
When a man and a woman in the fight saw someone coming, they stepped back a few steps to stop the fight, looking far away. Xinyuan laughed and looked at the woman and said, "Is you disturbing the two swordsmen Yaxing?"
The woman on the left is about twenty-two years old. She is beautiful and refined. Seeing Xinyuan looked at herself with a grin, her eyebrows were erected, and she said angrily: "What's up with you!" The man next to her looked cold and cold. Coldly said: "Anyone who knows what's going on in the door will be killed." He said, taking a gloomy step forward, the long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and the murderous intent was looming.