"Wah, Gunslinger, what did you do? Why are there so many people chasing after you?!"
Li Jiancheng's sword flashed as he cut down a masked man. Seeing the dense mass of assassins behind him, he immediately broke down.
At the place where the masked men in black were gathered, a faint blue figure appeared and disappeared. Every time it appeared, it would be accompanied by the fall of a masked man.
Hearing Li Jiancheng's voice, Gunslinger was furious.
Damn it, this Hidden Sword brat had caused him to kill the wrong target. Now, the target's accomplices and subordinates had sent people to chase after this little yellow chick. Didn't they have any idea?! Sure enough, that bastard Ye Shenfan's disciples were a bunch of idiots!
"Think about it yourself, little yellow chick. Don't touch me!" He roared at Li Jiancheng, who was fighting at the back. The Tangmen disciple suddenly disappeared, and a black figure suddenly appeared in the air. "Ershao, get lost!"
Hearing this, Li Jiancheng retreated a few dozen steps and left the encirclement. Then —
Silver light filled the sky like rain.
Under the moonlight, the Tangmen disciple's figure was as ethereal as a ghost. Half of his silver mask was covered in a layer of illusory light. It was a dream-like scene, but it hid a treacherous murderous intent.
"Holy sh * t, is the Tang Sect so cruel?"
The corpses of the assassins who had been killed by some unknown hidden weapon were piled up in the empty space in the forest. Li Jiancheng's heart was filled with sorrow. He quietly took a few steps back toward the Tang Sect disciples who had landed, but he did not dare leave.
After all, after being yelled at, he remembered that he had ruined the other party's mission. He was a little cowardly.
Tang Wule nimbly descended from the air and unhurriedly put away the Thousand Possibility Case. Only then did he sneer.
"Alright, Hidden Sword brat, let's talk about why we're being chased."
Even though half of his face was covered by the mask, Li Jiancheng could see the murderous smile of the Tangmen disciple not far away.
"Chang Qin, where the hell are you?!"
No matter how much he complained in his heart, Li Jiancheng still nodded obediently in order not to be killed in the next second.
Qinling Mountains, Green Rock Valley Of Thousand Flowers.
Prince Changqin strolled leisurely in the Ocean of Daylight. Relying on the fact that no one could see him, this ghost could be said to be very carefree.
He first floated in front of a Brother Flower who was sorting out the herbs. He stared at his lustrous and beautiful long hair with great interest. He wondered if the Valley Of Thousand Flowers had any secret formula for maintaining long hair. He wanted to try it out later and send it to Ye Hao one day. He looked around from time to time, and only then did he stop. Then he landed next to Little Hualuo, who was learning acupuncture points from his senior sister. He watched the process of Hualuo's teaching. During this time, he stroked Hualuo's head a few times without anyone noticing anything wrong.
It wasn't until Prince Changqin was bored out of his wits and looked at all the Thousand Flowers disciples in the Ocean of Daylight that the faint call in his soul slowly became stronger.
Following the direction of the call, Prince Changqin came to a quiet pool.
The pool was deep and the surface was as smooth as a mirror. However, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging under the water. Prince Changqin stood in the middle of the pool. He squatted down and placed his palm on the water surface.
There were slight ripples. On the empty surface of the water, Prince Changqin's appearance was slowly reflected.
Mr. Ghost was a little surprised.
In the past, whether it was a mirror, a river, a lake, or a sea, none of them could reflect his appearance. In the past, he didn't remember what he looked like. It was only after Li Jiancheng learned a few strokes of drawing when he was young that he excitedly drew his portrait and showed it to him. Only then did he catch a glimpse of his true appearance from the portrait. As for when he would fully know, it would be after he could condense his soul into a form.
This time, he was traveling with Li Jiancheng. Originally, he didn't have a fixed route. However, he listened to Ye Hao's suggestion and headed north. Along the way, Prince Changqin vaguely felt a call from somewhere. The aura of the call was too familiar. Prince Changqin hurriedly informed Li Jiancheng and went to the location of the aura alone.
In any case, as long as he wanted to, he could return to Li Jiancheng's side with just a thought.
Now, Prince Changqin, who was in the Valley Of Thousand Flowers of Green Rock, naturally didn't know what trouble his child had caused after he left. At this moment, he was staring at his own reflection on the water surface and slowly reached his hand into the water.
There was a flash of light. There was something hidden under the water that emitted a faint light.
Light flowed from Prince Changqin's fingertips. In an instant, that thing slid into his hand like a fish in water.
It was a string of a zither.
Just as Prince Changqin was squatting in the Valley Of Thousand Flowers and pondering over the incomparably beautiful string, Li Jiancheng and Tang Wule were sitting side by side and munching on wild fruits.
Jiancheng felt bitter. He was just taking advantage of the fact that Chang Qin's mother wasn't around to test out the Treadmill that he had just learned on a whim. Who would have thought that the Treadmill's effects would be so good? He flew all the way without anyone noticing. Then … he stepped into the assassination trap set by the Tangmen disciples. Along the way, he crashed into their Flickering Light and Passing Shadow. The Life-Chasing Arrow trembled and missed its target.
"Emperor Xi's Treadmill, Celestial Trail Obscures the Sky."
Sigh. If he had known that the Treadmill was so awesome, he would have listened to Chang Qin next time and caused less trouble when he wasn't around.
Li Jiancheng chewed on the unknown wild fruit and cherished himself for three seconds. He had completely forgotten how many times he had thought like this.
Speaking of which, this Gunslinger looked very fierce. Later, when he tried to teach him a lesson, he seemed to be fierce on the outside but weak on the inside. What was going on?
Li Jiancheng secretly glanced at the Gunslinger, who was obviously distracted. He suddenly felt that this Tangmen disciple, who had previously been fierce when facing his enemies, was sitting quietly next to him and chewing on a fruit every now and then. It was a little annoying.
This was probably what Chang Qin meant by contrast.
However, Li Jiancheng still didn't call out to him.
Tang Wule didn't care what Li Jiancheng was thinking at the moment. At this moment, his heart was in turmoil, and he couldn't throw a tantrum at Li Jiancheng's face, which was obviously still a teenager.
Earlier, Tang Wule was busy working together to deal with the assassins sent by Shi Siming. It was also night time, so he didn't get a good look at this Hidden Sword disciple who was from the same sect as Ye Fan. Now that the matter was over, he was ready to give this little chick a good scare. However, he was shocked by the teenager's clear face under the moonlight.
Even though it was a young man's face and Tang Wule could guarantee with the reputation of Merciless Young Master that there was absolutely no sign of disguise, Tang Wule was sure that this was the bastard Li Zhaoming who suddenly appeared by the Jialing River 16 years ago. He was familiar with Tang Wule for no reason and then tricked Tang Wule to kill Fatty. After that, he left Tang Wule's belongings behind without saying goodbye.
Young Master Tang Wule's feelings were very complicated.
Although Li Zhaoming had cheated him for almost half of his life, he had been genuinely good to him. He had taught him a lot of things and left him with treasures that were hard to find in the world. These things had played a significant role in his later life in the Jianghu, where he had to fight with blades and swords. If he didn't beat him up, he would feel sorry for being played around by Li Zhaoming all those years ago.
Irritated.
Super irritated.
At this moment, he even posted a post on the Three Thousand Forums asking for help from various big shots.
When I see the teenager who tricked me for half of my life, should I try to deceive him and destroy him? Waiting online, very urgent.
What a joke. If he really went up and asked, he would be exposed in a minute. He didn't want to be surrounded by some old people who didn't respect themselves.
It was definitely not because he was afraid of revealing Heaven's secret that he was forced to ban his account.
Gunslinger silently withdrew his thoughts of posting.
Even though Tang Wule's mind was full of ideas on how to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, he did not do anything to Li Jiancheng, who was still a teenager. He and Li Jiancheng sat face to face for a long time. It was so long that both of them had finished eating the wild fruits they found from somewhere, but neither of them spoke first.
Li Jiancheng was a teenager after all. He could not stand the gloomy and silent atmosphere at this moment. He raised his eyes and quietly glanced at Tang Wule. After confirming that Gunslinger did not seem to be as angry as before, he tentatively opened his mouth and said,
"Erm, I'm Li Zhaoming, a disciple of the Hidden Sword Villa's Zhengyang Gate. Gunslinger, may I know your name?"
As soon as he said that, Li Jiancheng wanted to slap himself. Would a Tangmen disciple report his name and identity when he went out to do a mission? Was he really a little stupid? Wait a minute, he was assassinating an imperial court official. Was it really okay for a Tangmen killer to be so arrogant? Was he not afraid of being targeted by the people from the Heavenly Plan Mansion …
Li Jiancheng did not realize that after the Tangmen disciple saw his face clearly, the anger that arose from the [Hidden Sword disciple] destroying the mission abruptly disappeared and turned into a storm in his heart. When the Tangmen disciple looked at him, it did not look like it was the first time they met, but like it was a reunion after a long separation.
Just when Li Jiancheng was regretting his rashness, the Tangmen disciple in front of him raised his eyebrows. After thinking about it, this guy was still his master, so he raised his hand and took off the silver mask on his face. Without the mask, the young man's extremely handsome face was easily exposed under the moonlight.
His hair was like a knife, his eyebrows were like an ink painting, Yan Yan was like a lone pine tree, and his puppet was like a jade mountain that was about to collapse.
He did not look like an assassin covered in blood, but more like a noble young master.
Wait a minute.
Eh eh eh eh eh? Could a Tangmen disciple's face be casually shown to outsiders —?
Li Jiancheng suddenly remembered that his senior brothers in the villa had joked that the Tangmen disciple's face must only be seen by love. Otherwise, they would rather die than show their face. Now, looking at the Tang Wule who took off his mask so easily for some reason, Li Jiancheng's mind was in turmoil, and he silently swallowed his saliva.
Senior Brother has misunderstood me!
Tang Wule, on the other hand, did not care about how his casual action had frightened his sixteen-year-old master. He leaned against a tree and tossed the mask in his hand up and down. The thin moonlight sprinkled through the connecting branches and leaves, and a few rays fell on his body, causing the young man's figure to be obscure.
The moon was bright and the wind was clear, and the grass and trees were lush. The person in front of him looked ignorant, but his eyes were unparalleled. This scene was very similar to the childhood memories that Tang Wule had dreamed of many times in the middle of the night.
Facing an old friend that he had not seen for a long time, Tang Wule's usually unruly face quietly revealed a rare sincere smile — —
"Tangmen, Tang Wule."
Pinglu.
Lee? Sitting alone in a superior room of the inn, beside his hand was the secret letter that he had already read. He covered his face with his hand, covering his eyes that were full of disbelief.
The provincial governor of Pinglu was not An Lushan, and even Shi Siming was not in the officialdom of the Tang dynasty now …
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