Hearing Li Muyang's complaint, Cui Xiaoxin smiled without saying a word.
Strangely enough, when she was in Jiangnan city, although they got along happily, she didn't feel so excited.
It was only after she returned to Tiandu that she realised that those times were really precious. When she had nothing to do, she would recall the bits and pieces of the time she spent with Li Muyang. The more she thought about it, the more she missed it.
So, the streets and alleys of Jiangnan city, the local customs, Ma Ersao's wonton noodles, the old bookstore in Hubu Alley, the old grandpa in the bookstore, the old grandpa's worn-out paper fan. The maple leaves on Dongshan Mountain and the setting sun of Sunset Lake constantly emerged in her memory.
Of course, this also included Li Muyang's sudden change in IQ when he grew taller and whiter. As well as his eyes when he smiled, the corners of his mouth raised when he teased people, the dimples on his cheeks when he laughed, and the small mole on his finger — —
That was what she often found when she stared at Li Muyang writing.
"Miss, Liulu and I will go for a walk? Accompany housekeeper Ning for a chat? "Taohong said aloud.
Although the carriage was spacious, there were already three people sitting inside, and if a man were to come in, it would be a little crowded. Besides, they also wanted to give the two people some private space.
Seeing that the Miss and Li Muyang were chatting so happily, the two of them really couldn't bear to disturb them.
Besides, with them there, it was inconvenient for the two to talk. Those intimate words most likely couldn't be said, right?
"No need." Li Muyang refused aloud. "There are people following us. If you two go down, the people following us will naturally suspect that something happened in the carriage. "
Cui Xiaoxin's face turned slightly cold, saying in a cold voice: "I didn't expect them to not even let go of me, a little girl who has no strength to truss a chicken. It's really an honour. "
"They also know that if I secretly sneak back to Tiandu, I will naturally contact you and Xiangma. You are the people I trust the most in Tiandu — — So, it's not hard to understand that you and Xiangma have informants around them. "
Cui Xiaoxin's expression softened a little as she said, "Uncle Ning also reminded me twice before, but thinking that they didn't show up and didn't interfere with my freedom, I pretended not to know about their existence. But I didn't expect that they still have the guts to follow me when I come to visit Sister Chenxi. "
"They naturally wouldn't dare to follow you into the Song Family's old mansion. However, once they left the mansion, they were unrestrained. Besides, who knew if it was a spy sent by the Song Family? If we're talking about hatred, I'm afraid that the Song Family is the one who wants nothing more than to get rid of me. "
"It's my fault." Cui Xiaoxin said apologetically. "I know your situation in Tiandu, but I still can't help but want to say hello to you … I'm looking forward to your coming, but I'm also worried that you'll really come."
"It's all right." Li Muyang said with a smile, "Even if you didn't send that note, I would have looked for you — — Since I'm back in Tiandu, how can I not visit a friend of many years?"
"Li Muyang — —"
"What?"
Cui Xiaoxin smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "It's nothing. I'm just thinking — — I'm afraid we won't see each other again. "
Cui Xiaoxin was smiling, but her smile was so sad.
"— —"
Li Muyang's heart was also heavy.
He understood the meaning of Cui Xiaoxin's words, and also understood her mood at this moment.
She knew that Li Muyang was in Tiandu and was in great danger.
However, she also knew that if she didn't see Li Muyang this time and didn't say a few words, then in a few days, when she and Song Tinyun got married and became someone else's wife — — then they would have no chance to see each other again in this life, right?
Cui Xiaoxin looked at Li Muyang's eyebrows and eyes, at the bridge of his nose, at his cheeks, at his eyes, wanting to remember this man's facial features, wanting to firmly remember everything about him in her heart.
From then on, everyone would be far apart, never to see each other again.
Thinking of the words' never to see each other ', Cui Xiaoxin's heart was sour and sad, and even her eyes became red and moist.
Cui Xiaoxin hurriedly looked away, not letting Li Muyang see the tears in her eyes. She said softly, "I finally saw you. If you stay any longer, I'm afraid someone will find you. You should leave quickly."
Li Muyang nodded. "If there's a chance, I will see you again."
Cui Xiaoxin shook her head. "In the next few days, I'm afraid I'll be very busy, there are many people around, Muyang better not appear."
"— —"
Li Muyang sighed again.
As the wedding day approached, Cui Xiaoxin, the bride, was naturally extremely busy. Moreover, whether it was the Cui family or the Song family, there were certainly a lot of people coming and going around her. No matter what identity he appears with, it would be extremely eye-catching.
When she marries into the Song family, he would have no opportunity and position to visit her — — Visiting Song Tinyun's wife, Song Tinyun would certainly not agree. Most likely, Cui Xiaoxin would also cherish her reputation and would not want to see him.
After this separation, it would most likely be difficult to see each other again.
Looking at Cui Xiaoxin's thin and sharp little face, looking at her forced expression, how could Li Muyang not know what was on her mind?
She was very reluctant, but there was nothing she could do.
There was a great enmity that had not been avenged, there was a great enemy that had not been killed, Li Muyang and Xiaoxin dared not make the slightest mistake.
One wrong step, and it would most likely attract a sky full of murderous intent.
"Okay." Li Muyang said in a low voice. "Then I wish — —"
"Don't say it." Cui Xiaoxin suddenly shouted. She looked pleadingly at Li Muyang. "Don't say that."
"— —"
After a long silence, Li Muyang said softly, "I'm leaving."
Just as he was about to lift the curtain and leave, he suddenly heard Ning Xinhai yelling, "Who are you? What are you doing sneaking around like that? If you have the ability, show yourself and let me see you. "
A gust of cold wind blew past, and several black figures appeared in front of the carriage.
Quack — —
Ning Xinhai pulled the reins, abruptly stopping the carriage from moving forward.
Ning Xinhai stood in front of the carriage, staring at the black figures in front of him, asking in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"Song Fuxiao."
Ning Xinhai's heart suddenly sank.
Song Fuxiao, the shadow of the Song family.
He was not famous in West Wind, and many people of West Wind did not even know that there was such a person.
However, Ning Xinhai knew that Song Fuxiao was an important figure of the Song family, and also the shadow of Song Gudu. The Song family cherished their reputation, and presented themselves as a millennium-old scholarly family. Therefore, some dirty and tiring work needed someone to help them take care of it.
Song Fuxiao was a person who specialized in handling the dirty and tiring work for the Song family, and was also a confidant of the Song family.
Before, Song Fuxiao had always been by Song Gudu's side. After Song Gudu closed his door and did not come out, he began to serve Song Yu of the Song family. Song Yu was the leader of the Song family's military, and now commanded 300,000 armoured soldiers to guard the West Wind Iron Gate. Song Fuxiao often accompanied Song Yu, and had assassinated many important figures of the enemy military.
Now that Song Fuxiao had appeared in Tiandu, could it be that Song Yu had also secretly come back?
However, in a few days it would be the wedding day of Song Tinyun and Cui Xiaoxin, and also an important day for the Song family and the Cui family to fully form an alliance. It would not be surprising if Song Yu came back from the Iron Gate.
"I didn't expect it to be General Song." Ning Xinhai gave a cupped fist salute to the dark figure, saying in a low voice, "I wonder why General Song is blocking the road in the middle of the night?"
Song Fuxiao's facial features were deep, with tiger eyes and eagle nose, giving people a fierce and cruel impression.
However, he was indeed like that. Under the manipulation of the Song family's giant hand, it was unknown how many loyal ministers and fierce generals Song Fuxiao had killed. It was unknown how many strong cultivators had died in his hands.
Song Fuxiao's eyes swept across the ink-black carriage, hissing, "I haven't seen Miss Xiaoxin for a long time, I specially came to say hello. I wonder if Miss Xiaoxin is willing to get off the carriage to see me? "
Ning Xinhai's expression changed dramatically, "Song Fuxiao, do you know what you're talking about? Our Miss Xiaoxin is of noble status, how can you see her just because you say so? Besides, it's dark and late at night, Miss is an unmarried woman, how can she meet with a strange man like you? "
A sneer appeared at the corners of Song Fuxiao's mouth, and even the smile in his eyes was so cold. "Steward Ning, why are you so angry? I'm doing this out of good intentions. These days I have been tracking down a murderer of the imperial court. Just now I saw him running towards Miss Cui's carriage and was worried that Miss Cui would be held hostage, so I wanted to ask Miss Xiaoxin to get off the carriage to see me, lest Miss Xiaoxin fall into the hands of evil people. Steward Ning, please don't misunderstand my good intentions. "
"Thank you, General Song." Cui Xiaoxin's voice came from the carriage. "Xiaoxin is very good, and has not seen the murderer of the imperial court you mentioned. It's dark and late at night, it's not convenient to meet. I ask General Song to get out of the way and let Xiaoxin go back to rest early. If I go back late, I'm afraid Grandfather will punish me again. "
The corners of Song Fuxiao's eyes moved slightly, but he did not immediately get out of the way.
"Miss Xiaoxin, can you get off the carriage to see me?" Song Fuxiao said with a smile, "It's true that it's dark, but Miss Xiaoxin must have a lot of maids around her. Furthermore, Caretaker Ning was following them, so outsiders would not be able to gossip about them. Besides, Miss Xiaoxin will soon marry into our Song family, and then everyone will be a family. I have a close relationship with Tingyun, and for the sake of Miss Xiaoxin's safety, I think Tingyun will understand what I'm doing today. "
"General Song, this is a bit too much." Cui Xiaoxin's voice grew colder. She looked at Li Muyang sitting opposite, grabbed his arm, and shook her head at him, reminding him not to act rashly.
If Li Muyang's whereabouts were exposed at this time, then no matter what plan he had later, it would be difficult to succeed. It would be fine if he could escape, but it would not be easy to escape from the encirclement of the army.
Li Muyang naturally understood her intentions, and also knew that he really couldn't act impulsively now.
But now that someone was stopping the carriage to ask for people, it would be difficult for Xiaoxin to get away.
"Could it be that Miss Xiaoxin has something that is difficult to say? Or perhaps Miss Xiaoxin knows the criminal of the imperial court surnamed Li, and wants to protect him? "
"Impudent." Ning Xinhai shouted angrily, "Song Fuxiao, who are you? How dare you speak to Miss Xiaoxin like that? "
"Steward Ning, I'm not a thing. I'm the same as you, just a lackey of a rich family. We are all doing the shady business of taking people's money to eliminate disasters, why should we belittle others? "
"Our Miss Xiaoxin has just come out of the Song family's old residence, and even Old Immortal Song is very courteous and dotes on Miss. Could it be that you, Song Fuxiao, are more powerful and domineering than Old Immortal Song? "
"How can I be compared with Old Immortal Song? I'm not even worthy to carry Old Immortal Song's shoes. However, for the safety of Miss Xiaoxin, in order to fulfill my duty to pursue the culprit, I hope Miss Xiaoxin and Steward Ning can let me get on the carriage and have a look — — If nothing happens, then everyone will be fine. I will sincerely apologize to Miss Xiaoxin. If something happens, it will solve Miss Xiaoxin's crisis — — Steward Ning, do you think what I said makes sense? "
"If you want to get on the carriage, you first have to ask if my palms agree." Ning Xinhai's clothes were fluttering, essential qi filling his body, and he looked as though he would start a massacre if there was any disagreement.
"It seems that Steward Ning wants to fight with me?" Song Fuxiao sneered. He glanced at the group of subordinates around him, who immediately understood.
When Song Fuxiao and Ning Xinhai started fighting, they would attack the carriage.
Cui Xiaoxin only brought Ning Xinhai, an expert to protect her, out of the city. If someone diverted Ning Xinhai's attention, then Cui Xiaoxin would no longer have the power to protect her.
Ning Xinhai saw the exchange of glances between the other party, and was also extremely anxious.
He knew that Song Fuxiao was not easy to deal with, and it would be extremely difficult to win. What if the other people ran to attack the carriage while the two were fighting?
"Yo, yo, yo, who wants to bully my little sister Xiaoxin?" A lazy voice sounded. In the darkness, a handsome youngster in a flying fish robe of the Monitoring Division came out. He stared at Song Fuxiao contemptuously. "Our little sister Xiaoxin has not married into the Song family yet, but is already being bullied by your Song family? Do you really think there is no one in our Cui family? "
"Is it Cousin Xiangma?" Cui Xiaoxin was overjoyed, asking aloud.
"Little sister Xiaoxin, it's me." Yan Xiangma shouted to the carriage. "Aunt saw you did not return late at night, so she sent me to look for you. Hey, I was only halfway there, but I saw someone blocking the carriage and snatching people — — Under the Son of Heaven, there are people who dare to do such a thing to little sister Xiaoxin. They really don't put our Cui family in their eyes? "
"Official Yan came at the right time." Song Fuxiao said with a smile that did not reach his eyes.
"Song Fuxiao, I don't care how fierce you are, I, Yan Xiangma, am not afraid of you. You immediately apologise to my little sister Xiaoxin, and then quickly take your people and scram far away from me. I can pretend that nothing happened. If you dare to pester me again, then don't blame me, Yan Xiangma, for being ruthless. "
"Oh, really? I would like to see how Official Yan will be so ruthless. " Song Fuxiao was really a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He ignored the arrival of Yan Xiangma, as though he would not give up until he achieved his goal. Today, he must search the carriage.
"It seems that Song Fuxiao really doesn't put our Cui and Yan families in his eyes." Yan Xiangma's mouth curved in a mocking smile. "Since that's the case, allow this Yan to have a taste of your brilliant moves."
"Official Yan, why do you have to force me?"
"No, it's you, Song Fuxiao, who has gone too far. Just because you have the support of the Song family, you don't put our Cui and Yan families in your eyes at all — — If we let you search the carriage today, how will our Cui and Yan families go out in the future? I'm afraid the whole Tiandu will laugh at our cowardice and incompetence. "
"In that case — —" Song Fuxiao stretched out his hand, and a life-reaping hook appeared in his hand. The life-reaping hook was made from meteorites in the sky, and was also the weapon that made Song Fuxiao famous. Under the iron claw, it could hook countless people. "Then please make your move, Official Yan."
Yan Xiangma stared coldly at the iron hook in Song Fuxiao's hand, but said to Ning Xinhai, "Master, I will deal with Song Fuxiao, you send little sister Xiaoxin back to rest early. It's not good for a girl's skin to stay up late. "
Ning Xinhai looked at the back of Yan Xiangma. "Okay. You want Xiaoxin. "
"Master, don't worry. If you can win then fight, if you can't win then run. I don't believe he really dares to kill me. "Yan Xiangma looked at Song Fuxiao with a smile. "Not to mention the identity of the Cui and Yan families, I am also the chief censor of the Monitoring Division. To kill an important official of the imperial court in public — — does he not want to live?"
Ning Xinhai nodded, holding the reins in his hand to control the horse that was pulling the carriage. As long as Song Fuxiao got out of the way, he would immediately drive the carriage away.
Clang!
Yan Xiangma drew out the sword at his waist, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he stared murderously at Song Fuxiao.
"Official Yan has such a strong murderous intent — —" Song Fuxiao said with a smile.
Before his voice faded, Yan Xiangma's body had already leaped over, his body swooping down, and his sword slashed down at Song Fuxiao's head.
Swish — —
Sword qi surged, and a silver rainbow seemed to appear in the sky.
The surrounding hundred feet was illuminated by this silver rainbow, and one could clearly see Song Fuxiao's blood-red eyes and the life-reaping hook in his hand that was emitting a black light.
Screech!
The silver light flashed, and then disappeared in the sky.
Everything was calm again.
Everything returned to darkness.
The only difference was that Yan Xiangma's body staggered back.
Bang bang bang — —
After his feet landed on the ground, he retreated more than ten steps before he managed to stabilize his body.
"Xiangma — —" Ning Xinhai hurriedly asked. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Yan Xiangma glanced at the clothes on his chest that had been torn by the life-reaping hook. "Master, take little sister Xiaoxin and leave first."
No wonder he was Song Gudu's shadow. Song Fuxiao's skill was indeed unique.
His ghostly claw could appear and disappear unpredictably.
When Yan Xiangma swung his sword, he was clearly aiming at Song Fuxiao's head. However, that sword strike had missed.
When he realised that the situation was not good and wanted to retreat, the dark life-reaping hook suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and then hooked onto his chest — —
If it weren't for his quick reaction and excellent footwork, the claw would have cut open his chest and grabbed his heart.
Song Fuxiao's body was still standing in the same place, as though he had never left.
"Senior Official Yan, to know when to retreat is the nature of a wise man. You alone, you most likely can't stop me, right? "
"Whether I can stop it or not, I have to stop it first — —" Yan Xiangma naturally refused to retreat at this time. "That sword just now was not good enough, eat my sword again."
As Yan Xiangma spoke, his body once again soared into the air.
The blue-robed figure soared into the night sky, instantly changing nine different angles.
Moreover, he slashed out a sword from every angle, making a total of nine sword strikes.
This was the 'Nine Sword of the Wind' from the Cui family's' Sword of Tribulation '. It was extracted from the' Sword of Tribulation 'by a genius swordsman of the Cui family and improved upon it. Because it didn't belong to the core meaning of the 'Sword of Tribulation', it could be passed down to relatives.
Yan Xiangma liked the name 'Nine Sword of the Wind' very much, so he put a lot of effort into this sword strike.
Nine sword lights, nine silver rainbows.
They crisscrossed and covered the sky above, trapping Song Fuxiao in an impenetrable manner.
Then, he slashed horizontally, aiming for Song Fuxiao's neck.
Crack, crack …
This was the sound of space being torn apart by the sword energy.
Because the energy was too intense, even the air was ignited.
In the direction where the nine streaks of Sword Qi were, a raging fire appeared.
The flames crisscrossed, forming a red wall of fire.
If this sword strike landed, Song Fuxiao's body would immediately be torn into pieces.
Song Fuxiao's expression was solemn. He looked at the nine sword energies in the sky and said in a low voice, "Looks like Senior Official Yan has put in a lot of effort in the past two years. This sword strike is a bit tricky."
This time, Song Fuxiao didn't dare to be careless. He took the initiative to charge toward the red fire net above his head.
His body also moved in the air, changing the space nine times, and the Lifeseeker Hook in his hand also pointed at the location of the nine flames nine times.
Then, his body charged straight up, the life-reaping hook in his hand ruthlessly grabbing at the sword in Yan Xiangma's hand.
Bang …
A flame was extinguished.
Bang, bang, bang …
A series of explosions sounded, and the other eight flames were also extinguished.
That was why Yan Xiangma's sword energy was broken by the Deadly Hook and couldn't continue in the air.
With the sword energy gone, the sword formation was naturally broken. The danger above Song Fuxiao's head was immediately eliminated.
Yan Xiangma didn't expect Song Fuxiao to be so powerful that he could break his' Nine Sword of the Wind 'with a wave of his hand.
However, although the 'Nine Sword of the Wind' was nine swords in name, the most destructive one was actually the tenth sword.
That was the sword that Yan Xiangma slashed horizontally.
Yan Xiangma was furious that the previous nine swords were broken.
He knew that if he couldn't stop Song Fuxiao today, things wouldn't end well.
Yan Xiangma gritted his teeth and once again infused his vital energy into the sword in his hand.
This time, he used 120% of his strength to defeat Song Fuxiao.
Moreover, when he swung his sword, his body should have stayed in the air without moving. That way, he would have a defensive stance. If the attack failed, he could still change his move in time.
However, in order to kill the enemy with greater force, he turned from passive to active. He actually pounced forward, as if he was going to kill the enemy with no way out.
This was a move to perish together with the enemy.
"Damn it …" Red light flashed in Song Fuxiao's eyes, and the Soul-snatching Hook in his hand also turned blood-red.
The red hook shone brightly, and blood energy surged into the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh …
Moreover, when he swung the hook, ghostly wails and wolf howls could be heard.
"Die …" Yan Xiangma roared. The sword in his hand turned into a silver arc and slashed at Song Fuxiao's head with lightning speed.
The silver arc passed through Song Fuxiao's body and through his neck.
Song Fuxiao's body was cut in half, and his head separated from his body …
However, an even more dangerous feeling assaulted him.
Yan Xiangma's body was still charging forward, and his hand was still swinging the sword.
Crack …
His back lit up as if he had been pierced by a sharp object.
Lowering his head, he saw that the black iron claw had pierced through his chest, revealing the five slender fingertips.
The fingertips were stained with blood, dripping onto the ground.
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