The cloaked swordsman looked at the maid, then at Shen Wanlin, and smiled: "I'm not hostile, I am. I'm afraid the young lady has been killed by my sword."
"Even if I don't kill you, it's not difficult to capture you, don't you think?" The swordsman's face could not be seen clearly under his cloak, and his words were as heartbreaking as a knife.
The girl's heart felt cold for a while, and she said after a long time: "Young master, there is no need to scare the little girl and Xiaolan. I believe you."
Shen Wanlin spoke softly, but his face was a little pale.
"Miss, the person must be..." The maid wanted to say something more, but Shen Wanlin reached out to stop her, making the maid swallow everything she wanted to say.
Shen Wanlin saluted: "Please let me lead the way."
Miss Shen's voice was gentle and comfortable, and the swordsman couldn't help but take a second look. Shen Wanlin was indeed stunning, and she was polite at the moment: "Miss, please, just in front."
As he said that, the swordsman kicked the body into the water, and the body fell into the river with a plop, and became stained red as it flowed down the river.
"Ah!" the maid exclaimed, followed weakly, for fear that the swordsman would come forward and kill her with a sword, but she still managed to hold up the umbrella with trembling hands, and thin raindrops fell from the umbrella.
Shen Wanlin's face also looked a little bad. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward. There was a bit of expectation and hesitation in his eyes. The three of them stepped forward again. A small pavilion appeared with several willow trees planted around it. The surrounding environment All can be seen from a distance.
The swordsman stood in the pavilion, and Shen Wanlin followed him. After entering the pavilion, he asked softly: "I wonder what the young master's purpose is in inviting us here?"
"Send your maid away first. I have something to tell you in detail." The swordsman's voice was unintelligible.
"No, I won't leave. I want to protect the young lady. If I leave, what will you do to my young lady?" The maid mustered up her courage and stopped in front.
"Xiaolan has grown up with me since she was a child. She has not left even half a step away and will not betray me. If anything happens, just tell me." Shen Wanlin frowned, seeming a little disappointed, but still whispered softly.
"People's hearts are separated from each other. I will not make such a mistake." The swordsman said coldly.
After hearing this, Shen Wanlin pondered for a moment and said to the maid: "Xiaolan, go and wait on one side. I have something to say to this young master."
"Miss!" After hearing this, the maid stretched out her little hand to pull the lady's clothes.
"Xiaolan, I'm fine. Don't worry, he won't hurt me." Shen Wanlin whispered a few more words into the maid's ear, and then the maid walked away, holding an umbrella and standing in the rain.
Seeing the maid walking far away, the swordsman said casually: "It was the killer of the Bimen Society just now."
As she said that, she took off her hat and looked towards the man. A boy who looked to be in his teens appeared in front of her, it was Pei Ziyun.
This young man is handsome, with a gentle demeanor, but there is something creepy about him. A hint of darkness flashed in the girl's eyes. When she heard this man asking Xiaolan to leave, she knew that it was not her brother, and that her brother would not know that she and she were together. Xiaolan’s relationship.
It was just that I was still looking forward to the unexpected, so my eyes became a little dim at this time, and it took me a while before I said, "Are you from my uncle? Only uncles or elder brothers can have such sword skills."
Although the young man was using a sword, the movement just now, the flowing and flowing water, was extremely cruel and beautiful. Apart from his brother, only his uncle could understand it. Could it be that his uncle had passed down the sword technique to others
After hearing this, Pei Ziyun laughed: "No, no, your martial arts is not high, but your vision is very good. Although I use a sword, I use sword skills, and it is your Shen family's sword skills, but it is not Your brother or your uncle spread the news, but I learned seven or eight points after seeing the wounds caused by this kind of sword technique."
"Impossible. How can you learn my swordsmanship just by relying on the wounds left by the swordsmanship." Shen Wanlin raised his head and looked at the young man, looking like it was impossible - how could he learn his swordsmanship just by looking at it? Learned.
Pei Ziyun smiled: "Have you ever heard that no matter which entrance you go up from the foot of the mountain, the end point is the same, or that losers are all weird and successful, but successes are all similar?"
"Knife skills, sword skills, stick skills, and spear skills are actually all changes in moves and equipment, but the principle of killing is the same. If you understand this principle, there will be at least 60 to 70% similarity. The rest is the subtleties caused by the different equipment. Changes, so check the wound, through this you can get a glimpse of the secret inside... "
He was only halfway through his words when he saw that the girl in front of him was not suitable for conversation. As soon as he stopped talking, he smiled and said: "It's just a 70-80% imitation. I use it when I see the enemy's joy... I'm looking for you." There is something else."
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, Shen Wanlin looked a little disbelieving, thinking it was a refusal: "Then why did you invite me here?"
"You know there is a man in a hat who often goes against the Meng and Zhang families, right?" Pei Ziyun said.
"What?" The girl's face changed after hearing the words, with surprise in her eyes.
"I have investigated the matter of the man in the hat, and the Meng and Zhang families are his targets. After careful analysis, I can see that there are many wrongdoers, but very few murders, and the matters involving you are closely guarded."
"Today at noon, Liang Zihan, the second son of the Liang family, was killed, and it was related to you - he wanted to kidnap you and cause trouble to the Meng and Zhang families!"
"What?" When Shen Wanlin heard this, he was first surprised, then looked at Pei Ziyun with vigilant eyes, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"I said I'm not a threat, nor am I spying on you. Isn't this cloaked man your brother Shen Zhen? You just called the maid away, so you must have guessed part of what I was going to say." Pei Ziyun said calmly. said.
"The Meng family, or Meng Luogong, is the uncle of you and Shen Zhen. However, your parents died early, so the things belonging to the Shen family gradually fell into the hands of Meng Luogong."
"Your brother and your uncle had a big conflict, and he left home early."
"In the past few years, he has gained a reputation as a cloaked man, and has also been against the Meng and Zhang families. But when it comes to your matter, he will defend it with all his strength. Therefore, the opposition is superficial, but the help is real."
"Especially the Zhang family, your future husband's family, the haters have recently killed several masters. Some of them are threats to your future husband Zhang Ping from within the Zhang family, and some are enemies of the Zhang family. They are all paving the way for Zhang Ping, but he What does it have to do with Zhang Ping? It’s just for you."
"There is a lot of fog that makes people unable to see clearly, but as long as it is peeled away a little bit, isn't everything clear? What do you think? Miss Shen."
After hearing these words, Shen Wanlin's face turned pale, he took a few steps back and looked at Pei Ziyun, as if his entire defense had been broken.
"You are neither my uncle's nor my brother's," Shen Wanlin said tremblingly.
At this time, Pei Ziyun laughed: "I'm just an outsider, I just want to help you and your brother!"
Shen Wanlin took a step back and said nothing.
"You don't believe it?" Looking at Shen Wanlin's face, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you helping me and my brother?" Shen Wanlin looked at Pei Ziyun, holding the handkerchief tightly. She regretted following this man.
"Your brother and I just have a common enemy. You don't have to worry about me plotting against you and your brother. I didn't have this intention. It's just that I heard some interesting things. We might become friends, so I helped you. When you see your brother again, you can mention me to him!" Pei Ziyun saw the guarded look on her face and smiled.
Shen Wanlin was silent after hearing this, and Pei Ziyun didn't push him. He just said: "That's all for today. I heard that you are getting married soon. Congratulations. Just don't come out alone again. No matter your uncle now, , your future husband, your brother, and your enemies all have many, and not all of them are as lucky as today. When the big day comes, I will be there in person to send you gifts. Goodbye."
After Pei Ziyun finished speaking, he turned around and left. When Shen Wanlin saw Pei Ziyun walking through the rain, he quickly shouted: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that we will meet again. By the way, let me ask you a question that may be very painful. If your brother and your future husband conflict, where will you stand?"
Putting aside this heart-wrenching question, Pei Ziyun didn't hesitate any longer, and the figure gradually disappeared.
Seeing that Pei Ziyun had indeed disappeared in the rain, the maid Xiaolan ran over and stood in front of Shen Wanlin: "Miss, that man just now was really weird. He didn't do anything to you, right?"
"It's okay, it might be my brother's person. He just gave me a few warnings and then left." Shen Wanlin said with a forced smile with a sudden ominous premonition.
After hearing this, the maid Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief: "Miss, fortunately, the young master sent someone here. Miss, please don't come out alone next time. Xiaolan is scared to death. At least let Master Zhang arrange a few Just a guard."
"Well, Xiaolan, let's go back. Don't tell others about this, or you'll be in trouble next time you come out." Shen Wanlin said.
Listening to the lady's words, the maid Xiaolan responded repeatedly, holding an umbrella: "Miss, let's go back."
The haze was thick and the sound of raindrops merged into one. Pei Ziyun stared at the rain scene, walked around, and thought secretly. This Meng Luogong was Xie Chengdong's man, but later it was rumored that interestingly, Meng Luogong died after his nephew Shen Zhen in hand.
When the original owner was imprisoned, he had vaguely heard some news about Shen Zhen. It was said that he had caused Xie Chengdong a lot of losses and was unwilling to give up. This was related to his sister.
"Hmph, the strange treasures are touching people's hearts, and the magic tricks are fascinating. Xie Chengdong may not like this "Ming Dynasty Eight Pure Pictures", but for Meng Luogong, it is the key to the Tao."
"The Eight Purities of the Ming Dynasty has always been a secret secret within the Shen family. Not only did Meng Luogong learn the Shen family's martial arts and inherit the Shen family's power, he also wanted to seize this map."
"It is said that Meng Luogong has an unclear relationship with the death of Shen Zhen's parents."
"So Shen Zhen escaped with the map very early. Meng Luogong treated his niece kindly. This time she got married to lure Shen Zhen, who had the secret knowledge, out and seize the map."
"The original owner remembered that Shen Zhen was not dead, but he suffered a big loss."
"And I really don't have any extra thoughts. I just want to help Shen Zhen and leave him intact to deal with Xie Chengdong. Then I will kill Meng Luogong and his gang members."
A drop of rain fell from the green leaves on the opposite side of the pond, hitting the water and causing a circle of ripples.
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