Outside Fengyang Town.

The crescent moon is bright.

After saying goodbye to Xiao Xianyun, Ling Pengyue and Murong Haoyue also embarked on the itinerary.

"Although the mask made by Mr. Jinghua's daughter may not be as good as Qianmian box, it should be easy to enter Liuyue Villa." Ling Pengyue weighed the human skin mask in his arms.

But Murong Haoyue was a little hesitant and looked back from time to time. Ling Pengyue soon discovered the clue, "What's wrong?"

Murong Haoyue turned her head and reminded: "The way they set out on is the direction we are coming."

The direction the two of them came...asxs., naturally, the imperial city Luoyang.

Ling Pengyue's pace was still constant, "I know."

"You know?"

"Yes." Ling Pengyue picked up a pot of wine that had just been packed from the inn, raised his head and took a sip. "I knew when Xiao Xianyun just said that. Of course, the only place she wanted to go was Luoyang. Because her family was there."

"Why don't you stop me?" Murong Haoyue gently stroked the blood sword Hongyan.

"Is it useful to stop it? If a wanderer wants to leave the world and return to the warm embrace of his family, even if thousands of mountains ahead are unstoppable." Ling Peng smacked his lips more and more.

Murong Haoyue chanted softly: "Wandering son? Heaven and earth?"

Ling Pengyue put away the wine and laughed at him: "Brother Murong, you have been unfamiliar with the world for five years. You only have those great ways of doing nothing in your mind. It's time to read some erotic pictures to supplement the world's theory."

"The imperial city is very dangerous." Murong Haoyue ignored his jokes and continued to speak on her own.

It was so dangerous that when his junior brother, who claimed to be calm and composed, returned to his side from the Grand Tutor's Mansion, he was already sweating profusely.

"For you and me, but not for her." Ling Pengyue looked at the sky and suddenly said seriously: "If the emperor wants to continue to use the Xiao family, then he will not attack Xiao Xianyun, who is also the Xiao family, and maybe he will use this to restrain him."

"Maybe the reason why the head of the Xiao family is her." Ling Pengyue suddenly stopped and turned to look at the jungle beside him.

Murong Haoyue listened quietly, and indeed a few sounds of lightly stepping on the treetops flashed away, and the lightly bright moonlight reflected from the dense forest.

"Thin ice is easy to break, isn't it a three-day cold to hold people?" Ling Pengyue narrowed his eyes, "Brother, when did you start laying out?"

Chang'an City.

Sword Artillery Building.

Gongsun Shilan's face was pale. She sat at the table wearing a soft white drapery. She took off her five spears, took off her military uniform and put on casual clothes, and stood beside her.

"Little master, I just saw that you were injured a little, so I took the medicine from the pharmacy in the sword weapon building without any hesitation." Meng Daishan asked tentatively: "You won't blame me, do you?"

Gongsun Shilan opened her hazy eyes, smelled the extremely rich smell of medicine on her body, and frowned and said, "A wipe of hemostatic herb juice can heal the wound. Why have you applied so much to me?"

"Aren't you afraid that the little poster is in trouble?" Meng Daishan laughed and said, "After all, the poster took office told me before leaving."

"Mother." Gongsun Shilan sighed and looked out the window.

The cold rain fell again, knocking on this magnificent city. The hazy mist was lingering. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves passed by, cutting through the tranquility. The sound of splashing water became lighter and lighter. The owner of the horse seemed to be about to travel far away.

The smoke and willows in Chang'an City may be missing tonight.

Five years ago, my mother gave up the sword and entrusted her mission, leaving herself alone in the sword building. Over the past five years, the young self has been rushing around the world to understand the name of the "right way" left by the sword building.

"Shi Lan, you're a little too impulsive." Meng Daishan calmed down and said seriously.

"What?" Gongsun Shilan came back to her senses.

"The old poster said that the Sword Artillery Tower has always been the master of the poster who takes the sword as his responsibility, and do not make meaningless disputes. When the Tang Sect and the dancer came to you, you could actually leave, so why bother with them?" Meng Daishan looked at Jiang Mo hiding in the sword pile, "What's more, Jiang Mo's sword was only drawn by the evil people, and you just drew the sword... It seems that it was not for the right way."

"If you want to be famous all over the world, you must draw your sword." Gongsun Shilian interrupted her with a firm tone, "And what do you think is the right way?"

"The right way is..." Meng Daishan thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of the second half of the sentence. He just said in a daze, "Manage the order of Chang'an City well? Fight for a year-end bonus?"

The so-called right path can actually be easily understood by everyone, but not everyone can express the ultimate meaning.

"Some people have exhausted their lives to leave a brilliant stroke on the right path in the world, and have good or bad deeds, so that future generations can comment on one word, and even reverse the innocence and turbid ink." Gongsun Shilan touched the medicine bag on her waist.

Meng Daishan also noticed the bag of medicine sack. When he was just taking a bath and changing clothes for Gongsun Shilian, Gongsun Shilian refused to let the medicine sack leave no matter what.

"After commenting for a long time, a directional thinking is formed: the so-called right way is to eradicate evil people." There was no trace of turmoil on Gongsun Shilan's face, "But in my opinion, the right way that people in the world talk about is just a tragedy of 'In order to make more people live, some people must die'."

"But, do some people who have to die really deserve to die?"

"Great traitor!" Meng Daishan suddenly stood up. She noticed Gongsun Shilian's terrible thoughts, "It has been five years since then. Your mother's thousands of instructions before leaving. Have you left behind the tireless teachings you when she was a child?"

"I never dared to forget." Gongsun Shilan's eyes were blurred.

That day, the plum blossoms fell all over the ground, and the overwhelming insult was still in my ears, and the innocent smile before leaving was still in front of me. It was because I was so impressed that Gongsun Shilan always felt inexplicable stubbornness whenever she thought of this.

"But, should she really die?"

Chang'an City, Wang'an Inn.

The lights are as bright as day.

Tang Yunying held up his wine glass and faced the continuous rain, feeling the growing autumn in Chang'an City. "To put it, this is your first time to fail in the mission."

Tang Crow, who leaned against the wall and hugged her chest with both hands, stopped pondering and his eyes turned from his own shadow to Tang Yunying. "If Anchengying had not arrived in time, the body of the owner of the Sword Artillery Building would have become the nourishment for my jackdaws."

"Juexi Hall, I only ask about the result, cause is always just an excuse." Tang Yunying's tone was cold, and a few drops of rain spilled out of his hands, landed on the ground, and smashed several holes hard.

Tang Crow was shocked, jumped out and threw out a few crow feathers to break the raindrops, "Senior Brother!"

"From the moment I was the master of Juexi Hall, I was no longer your senior brother." Tang Yunying disappeared out of thin air after saying this. The wine glass fell to the ground, and the wine and debris splashed everywhere.

When he appeared again, he emerged from Tang Ya's shadow.

"I know very well how you manipulate the crows," Tang Yunying looked directly at Tang Crows, "I don't believe you can't do it if you make the crows not make a sound."

"Tsk." Tang Ya snorted coldly.

"Today, you will do everything possible to attract Ancheng Camp, it is your work." Tang Yunying said again.

"She shouldn't die." Tang Ya said calmly.

"Where can you save the eggs under the order of Juexi?" Tang Yunying replied coldly.

"Yes!" Tang Ya suddenly became excited, "But as the one who is the Juexi Order, how could you not know how Yuxuan died! There was no trace of resistance during your lifetime, and a sword pierced the heart! The owner of the Sword Artifact Tower could never have intentionally killed her!"

Tang Yunying gritted his teeth. As Tang Ya said, how could he not know. There was no trace of resistance, and was penetrated by a sword. Everything was expressed that Tang Yuxuan was willing to die.

But he just didn't believe that his daughter was dead.

"Stay on a while." Tang Yunying turned his head away, "I will visit the owner of the Sword Artillery Building on a date."

"Senior Brother!" Tang Ya shouted.

"Stop." Tang Yunying said coldly: "Since I became the leader of Juexi Hall, I will no longer be your senior brother."
Chapter completed!