Jinling, Muhuai Palace.

"You didn't kill him!" Yan Jingchen suddenly stood up with his sleeves.

"Yes, I didn't kill him." Tang Yuxuan picked up a cup of tea and blew it gently to her mouth.

Yan Jingchen looked angry, but because he was afraid of Tang Yuxuan's strange and unpredictable poison, he had to suppress his anger, "You should know what the benefits would be if he did not eliminate them."

Tang Yuxuan said lightly: "Of course, he knows. Not only does he know the 'Three Swords of Muhuai' of your Yan family, but he also used an extremely dangerous sword technique today, blocking my twenty-four rainy pear blossom needles in an instant."

"Then you still let him go?" Yan Jingchen raised his voice.

"Muhuai King, you are a little confused." Tang Yuxuan smiled faintly, "Why should you be so afraid of this just a young man? Besides, he has been poisoned by me now. I believe he can't make any trouble at the wedding banquet."

Yan Jingchen shouted sternly: "He is a young man who has cultivated the evil skills of the sword vein and has learned several sword techniques! Do you think he has no next move?"

Tang Yuxuan slapped the teacup on the table, "If you want to blame, blame the broken tag you drew. Don't you understand the meaning of the 'Good like rain' on the tag?"

“Good is like rain…”

"The rain of sweet rain brings blessings and nourishes all things. If you have the help of me, I, the noble man, will there be no noble man?"

Yan Jingchen was stunned, "Did you meet her?"

Tang Yuxuan sneered: "You just had a fight with him, and then you sent him an invitation. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's okay if you are idiots, but are you still an idiots when you are Gongsun descendants?"

Yan Jingchen's expression suddenly became serious and said anxiously: "Didn't you say that your poison can poison the martial arts masters? Why is it even a tycoon Gongsun Xiaolou..."

"Enough!" The smile on Tang Yuxuan's face suddenly flew away, leaving only a bone-broken chill, "It's not that I can't kill her, but that I won't kill her. In front of her, no one can die. This is my bottom line."

Yan Jingchen hurriedly said, "But, at the wedding banquet, I still want to avenge those Wudang people!"

Tang Yuxuan walked to the window and said, "It is your business to find those Wudang people to take revenge, it has nothing to do with me. However, except for Wudang people, you must not kill anyone else."

Yan Jingchen lowered his eyes and sighed, "What if I insist on killing people indiscriminately?"

Tang Yuxuan said: "That's what I have, I will destroy this plan myself immediately."

Yan Jingchen asked, "Then why do you believe me again?"

"I don't believe in you, I believe in King Muhuai." Tang Yuxuan turned around, "Since I was young, I have heard of the good fortune of the gentleman in Muhuai in Bashan. King Muhuai is not only the name of a king and prince enthroned by the emperor, but also a kind of integrity. A gentleman promise is worth a thousand gold. I think Mr. Yan will not disappoint me."

Yan Jingchen stroked Mu Huai on his waist, "A gentleman promise is worth a thousand gold..."

Half an hour later, the nightclub was sleeping in the evening.

Yan Jingchen sat upright at the table with his brows frowned, and the Muhuai sword on the table was particularly brightly illuminated by the lights.

"High integrity..." Yan Jingchen murmured: "Isn't Muhuai a title of a prince? How can one say integrity?"

"This righteousness in the dusk Huai naturally refers to the integrity of the 'Sad Plum Gentleman'." An ethereal voice accompanied by a gust of cold wind sounded from the room, which was not like human words.

Yan Jingchen quickly turned his head and found that there was a man in black robe sitting on his bed. Because the black robe was too wide, he could not see the true face of this person.

The Muhuai Palace is very cautious, and because the wedding date is approaching, there are more people in the palace than usual. However, the person in front of him quietly sneaked into the center of the Muhuai Palace, and even Yan Jingchen didn't notice it!

"Who are you!" Yan Jingchen acted and wanted to draw the sword, but felt an invisible pressure being put on Mu Huai's sword sheath, and he could not pull out Mu Huai's sword at all.

The man in black robe smiled, "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that in this small chess game, my master chose to help the young master."

Yan Jingchen's pupils shrank, "Your master?"

The man in black stretched out his pale fingers, "Young Master is eager to take revenge. My master has known for a long time that he can help Young Master Yan play this move."

Yan Jingchen did not answer, but shouted loudly: "Come here!"

However, there was no voice to respond to him, and only peace was left to him.

Crack the peace of human muscles and bones.

Yan Jingchen felt cold in his heart, and he fixed his eyes again. The figure of the man in black robe was no longer on the bed. Before Yan Jingchen could have a chance to breathe, the ethereal and ethereal voice sounded from behind him again, "Please advise the young master not to act rashly, otherwise, the thousands of soldiers in your Muhuai Palace will not be as simple as sleeping."

Yan Jingchen took a deep breath, turned around, and saw the man standing on tiptoe on a bamboo tree outside the window, the moonlight shining on his black robe, looking like a deadly evil ghost!

Sweat beads oozing from Yan Jingchen's face, "What do you want to do?"

The man in black robe laughed, as if he enjoyed the fear that Yan Jingchen showed. "To be honest, my master wants to entrust the master to do something. Oh no, it seems more appropriate to say it is an order."

Although the black robe covered the true face of this person, Yan Jingchen felt that the man in the black robe was laughing at this moment.

Yan Jingchen's eyes were bloodshot, "After all, my Yan family is a king and prince of the opposite sex who was enthroned by the emperor. Your master's words seem to be a bit too much!"

The man in black robe sighed and said, "Young Master Yan, now you and me are the two of you, so don't pretend. It's been five years. Are you not tired?"

When Yan Jingchen heard the words, his right hand unconsciously fell from the hilt of Muhuai's sword, silently not speaking.

"A hundred years ago, the Yan family stepped forward and escorted the emperor to move the capital to Luoyang. Since then, the integrity of this "sad gentleman" has been talked about by the people of the martial arts world. But what does this integrity have to do with you?"

Yan Jingchen said, "I am a descendant of the Yan family, why is this integrity not related to me?"

The man in black robe sneered, his figure flashed, and he came to Yan Jingchen and said with his ears: "You are a descendant of the Yan family, that's right."

"But, you're not a gentleman."

Yan Jingchen felt a chill as soon as he reached his heart and did not dare to take a step.

"I heard the conversation between you and Miss Tang just now. Are you afraid that someone would ruin your revenge show?" The man in black robe raised his hand and gently stroked the hilt of Mu Huai's sword, "What he ordered you to do is also helping you."

"Take your hand away." Yan Jingchen suddenly waved the scabbard and threw away the man in the black robe, "What do he want me to do?"

"Go." The man in black robe looked at the fingers that had touched Mu Huai's sword and couldn't help but exclaim: "Mu Huai is really worthy of being the Sword of Mu. The Sword of Desolation is the most suitable for practicing this sword technique."

Yan Jingchen was stunned, "What kind of sword technique?"

The man in black robe swayed his long sleeves, and a simple book flew out of his sleeves and fell into Yan Jingchen's hands, "My master ordered the young master to learn this swordsman."

"This is!" Yan Jingchen couldn't help but feel sank when he saw the title of the book on the ancient catalog.

"This sword technique does not require hard practice. You just need to remember the key points in the sword score to cultivate a complete set of sword techniques. Since the young man can absorb sword energy, it would be better to use this sword technique to deal with him." The man in black robe said.

Yan Jingchen showed uneasiness on his face.

The man in black robe sneered, "Tang Yuxuan doesn't want to help you get rid of it. Naiheqiao and Guzhoufang have not replied for a long time. It seems that they don't want to help you. Do you still hope that the master Gongsun Tower, who is still in Jinling City, will kill him? You should also understand that this young man's purpose is very clear. He came to Jinling this time, for your Muhuai sword, you should know."

"But if I learn this sword score, I'm afraid I will be unable to suppress myself for a while, and innocent people will die." Yan Jingchen opened the book score, and the strange and weird illustrations came into his eyes.

"Mr. Yan, think carefully about how your father and brother died... the debt you should pay must be recovered with capital and profit."

Yan Jingchen's eyes gradually became cold, "I understand."

The black-robed man flashed and jumped to the windowsill, "Since the prince has made up his mind, I can't stay anymore. Prince He will always be in love with each other."

"Wait." Yan Jingchen called the man in black robe, "You haven't told me who your master is."

The man in black robe whispered: "I advise the prince not to know everything about my master now, but if the prince has something to do in the future, he can naturally come to my master."

"Where is he?"

"Luoyang."
Chapter completed!