Outside the Manjushri Hall, in the square.

Two figures are fighting.

A girl in red and a lame old man in gray.

Below, there is a Persian businessman and a group of swordsmen in black, assisting the old man in gray.

This group of black-clothed swordsmen were neatly arranged and looked well-trained, not like a motley crew.

But even so, after a hundred breaths of fighting, Liu Fu still gradually fell downwards, finding it difficult to resist.

"Something's wrong."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly frowned.

"What am I doing? Do I want to kill the enemy quickly or protect Uncle Li's family? At present, Wei Shaoxuan and others have not come back. It should be because they have not caught anyone. This is good news, but if I delay here, I will have an advantage.

so what?"

Ever since she stayed with a certain cheap senior brother for a long time, she was used to thinking more before and after encountering problems.

call out!

With a flash of sword light, the woman in red clothes seemed to suddenly rise up, scaring off the lame steward.

The next moment.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly pulled away, turned around and ran away. It was actually a feint attack and left the battlefield.

But unexpectedly, Liu Fu, who had been passively accepting the attack until now, his hair and beard spread out, his eyes filled with crimson aura, and he rushed forward, delaying Xie Lingjiang's footsteps.

When Xie Lingjiang saw this, she still didn't know that these people were half-truths and half-falsities just now, allowing her to fight smoothly, deliberately delaying the time, and even did not hesitate to cost the lives of the black-clothed swordsmen.

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face was filled with anger, and she struck out with a sword in her backhand, preparing to drive away this sticky candy.

At this moment, in a sunny place on the southeast side, a beam of sunlight reflected from a mirror suddenly shone and stung her eyes.

It looks like the light of a sword.

Xie Lingjiang squinted her eyes and turned her head to look, but she didn't see the person holding the mirror. However, another scene to the southeast made her suddenly break out in a cold sweat:

A group of black-clothed swordsmen were lying on the roof on the southeast side. Behind them, there were people carrying a large amount of dogwood and mugwort onto the roof. There were piles of dogwood and mugwort, and some people even took out fire breakers and seemed to be ready to light them.

Looking closely, it is not just the roofs here. In the direction of the southeast wind, there are many swordsmen in black unknowingly climbing up on several roofs, preparing to light the dogwood and mugwort.

She just had to wait for the southeast wind to blow, and the pungent odor generated by the burning of these dogwood and mugwort would completely cover the square in front of the palace where she and Liu Fu had just fought.

Confucian Qi practitioners, among the many "Qi" in the world, are closest to the wind and wind. The clear wind is known as the awe-inspiring Qi, and the spicy and dry Qi is the most restrained to the wind and wind.

This is especially true for Xie Lingjiang, who is a seventh-grade book translator. Being in an open area with clear breeze, the spiritual energy flows more smoothly.

What a cruel thought. Among these black-clad swordsmen there must be people from the military, or in other words, these are a group of private soldiers raised by the Wei family!

Xie Lingjiang was almost convinced, because this was one of the methods that the army or other imperial force machines had figured out to compete with the Confucian Qi practitioners!

After receiving an inexplicable reminder, Xie Lingjiang was covered in cold sweat. Without saying a word, he threw away Liu Fu and walked out of the square in front of the palace looking a little embarrassed.

She jumped onto several rooftops on the southeast side, and among the black-clad swordsmen, she handed over her sword with a cold face.

Swish, brush, brush—!

There was a flash of cold light, and the black-clothed swordsmen, who were about to set fire to their anger, fell down in a row, and the others also scattered like birds and beasts.

Xie Lingjiang escaped from the encirclement.

Below, Liu Fu, Boss Li and others, who were about to take out wet cloths to cover their mouths and noses, suddenly became furious.

"Crazy girl, don't run away!"

Liu Fu chased him to the roof.

Xie Ling ignored Jiang and snorted to avoid it. He jumped on several rooftops and ran towards the southeast.

Liu Fu wanted to chase, but the next second, during the pursuit, he had just landed on the roof of the main hall. He glanced a few feet away from him and saw a girl in a Wu skirt, holding a sword and tilting her head, looking at him quietly.

The lame butler's dead souls appeared in great numbers. If he hadn't seen it with his naked eyes, his sense as a seventh-grade Qigong practitioner wouldn't even be able to detect this strange girl.

Just as it was delivered to the door, the mute girl in Wu skirt hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand over her shoulder.

boom--!

There was a loud noise that shattered the roof, and the lame steward's figure flew out of the roof and fled desperately.

Boom!

A skinny arm fell heavily on the black tiles at the feet of the mute woman.

The sword on her back has long been sheathed.

Liu Fu covered his broken arm with his hands and fled from the roof with a look of surprise on his face.

"It's a Yue girl! Let's go!"

On the roof twenty feet away, a man in red clothes stopped hesitantly and looked back with a frown.

Xie Lingjiang watched the panicked backs of Liu Fu, Boss Li and others disappear from sight, then turned his head slightly and looked at the familiar figure of a girl carrying a sword.

The mute Xiu Niang, wearing a Wu skirt, happened to be standing on the roof of Sanhuiyuan where someone lived, holding a bunch of men's clothes in her hand.

If you look carefully, you will find that the clothes in her hand belong to a young county magistrate, and they were suddenly "knitted" by the white-haired maid not long ago and given to him.

But for some unknown reason, it appeared in Sanhuiyuan of Donglin Temple, and now it has returned to the hands of the mute embroiderer.

Noticing Xie Ling Jiang's curious eyes from afar, the embroiderer clasped her clothes tightly and hid them behind her back.

Xie Lingjiang sheathed her sword and clasped her fists sternly: "Thank you, girl, for reminding me just now!"

The embroiderer looked at her and nodded.

"It's fate..."

The girl in the Wu skirt looked a little introverted and shy. Xie Ling Jiang Xin said, looking around, her tone was hesitant:

"The girl happens to be here too? We just met at the foot of the mountain, and now we meet here again..."

Xie Lingjiang noticed that on the roof in front of her, the girl whom she felt so close to suddenly lowered her head, her ears turning red.

"That's not what I meant." Xie Lingjiang quickly explained: "I didn't say you were following me. Don't misunderstand me, girl. Of course you are not a bad person. Otherwise, how could you have saved me just now and... helped me with the sword?"

The embroiderer raised her head and glanced at this noble lady of the Xie family with some embarrassment.

In fact, she was not wrong in her suspicion.

The embroiderer indeed followed her up the mountain to look for someone.

Because...the embroiderer can't find him.

Just following some clues along the way, she went to Sanhui Yuan where Ouyang Rong stayed.

On the waist behind the embroiderer's back, the little hands holding the clothes were tightly clenched.

She missed it again and wondered where he had gone. The traces she had left before she left disappeared one by one, and now there was not much trace of his breath.

On the roof, the little Yue girl in Wu skirt who had sneaked out raised her head and glanced at the sky above her head.

The rich aroma of incense accumulated over many years has made Dagushan a natural dark room in the eyes of Qi practitioners, covering up too many traces of scent.

Even the embroiderer can walk brightly in the sun without having to hide or worry about the sect and senior sisters catching her.

Xie Lingjiang didn't know the lingering thoughts of the girl in the Wu skirt in front of her. Her eyes fell on the broken arm at the embroiderer's feet. After looking at it for a while, she came closer and said with bright eyes:

"The way you are dressed...are you a female cultivator from Yunmeng Jianze?"

The embroiderer was lost in thought and made a soft "hmm" sound with her nose.

Xie Lingjiang immediately started talking:

"You were also attracted by the news of the Liu family forging a tripod sword? You should be right. Yunmeng Jianze is just upstream. By the way, do you know Zhao Qingxiu, the Yue virgin of the Lady Queen Palace?"

The embroiderer nodded shyly, then shook her head.

"What do you mean, we know her but not familiar with her?" Xie Lingjiang was immediately curious, "Then what does she look like?"

The embroiderer's little face showed a look that was about to speak but was hesitant to speak, and finally converged into a universal word: "Huh?"

Xie Ling Jiang Fuzhi came to his mind and realized, "You can't speak...but can you understand?"

The embroiderer opened her mouth slightly and nodded: "Yeah."

Xie Lingjiang looked apologetic:

"Yunmeng is indeed a strange woman. By the way, are you looking for someone?

"Then you must have come to the wrong place. This is Dagushan. The sword furnace for making the tripod sword is in Xiaogushan on the other side of the mountain at the foot of the county. When I passed there, I saw your Yunmeng Jianze queen-level Yuenu.

We are competing for the tripod sword with the Qi practitioners invited by the Liu family."

Xie Lingjiang revealed with a serious expression, but Xiu Niang said softly "Oh" and still did not move. She turned her head and looked at the surrounding Buddhist temples.

Xie Lingjiang was about to leave. He hesitated and asked:

"Girl, if I have the opportunity to visit Yunmeng Jianze next time, can you introduce Zhao Qingxiu to me?"

The embroiderer tilted her head and looked confused.
To be continued...