The voice was deliberately faked, but to Ying Jingjue it sounded like a damaged throat.

He coughed a few times, and his vision became clearer. He looked carefully at the back of the man in white.

He looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but he was very thin, with a pale and sickly look.

This person is a little thinner than the teacher.

"Who are you……"

The umbrella-knife ghost brother and sister were confused and uncertain.

The man in white with a black fence and a sword in his hand really looked like a shadow in his memory.

As they were thinking about it, they heard the man say another sentence.

"Umbrella Ghost, I haven't seen you for ten years."

The man in white turned the hilt of his sword slightly, and the black veil that was blown up by the damp rain mist rose, allowing the two ghosts with umbrellas and swords to see the sword clearly.

The Umbrella Ghost was shocked and said, "You are——"

"XiMian?!"

As soon as the name was spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet. All the killers of the Falling Moon School suddenly raised their hands and looked at Lian Shenwei with extreme vigilance.

There is no one in Falling Moon Stream who does not know the name of Ximian.

Anyone who has been in the underworld for a long time knows that the Falling Moon Sect suddenly retreated at the height of its popularity ten years ago because Xi Mian suddenly went mad and single-handedly broke into the Falling Moon Sect's base within a few months.

With one man and one sword, he slaughtered almost all the top 100 killers on the killer list, including the old pavilion master, and forced the Dangyueliu to retreat.

Those who escaped were also hunted down by him relentlessly.

Like a mad dog out of control.

During that time, although the massacre of the people of Fudu Villa by the Falling Moon Clan aroused the outrage of the martial arts world, the only person who killed the Falling Moon Clan was Ximian.

It was precisely because Ximian, at a young age, killed their old pavilion master who was trying to break through to the Tianshu realm, so even though Ximian had not appeared for ten years, no one dared to easily change his position as the number one on the list.

Many people think that sleep is dead.

Umbrella Blade Ghost never dreamed that they, the brother and sister, were lucky enough not to be hunted down. After hiding for so many years, the first big order they received would run into Ximian?!

What kind of luck is this!

This ancestor is well-known for his incompatibility with the Falling Moon School.

But the person to be killed this time... is the crown prince of the Great Sheng Dynasty. If this person doesn't die this time, there will definitely be a lot of trouble in the future.

It's really tricky.

Daogui said cautiously, "Compared to ten years ago, the people of the Falling Moon School have undergone a major transformation. Even if there is any hatred, it can be put aside. Master Ximian, please do not meddle in other people's business and break the rules of the martial arts world."

"Since you two know my name, you should have heard that Ximian is a person who doesn't like to be restrained, is casual and willful, and hates others talking to me about rules and regulations."

Apart from the Lian family's family training, he had never seriously followed any messy rules.

Lian Shenwei helped Ying Jingjue up without caring what the two of them thought. The sticky blood on his hands made him frown, and the murderous intent flashed through his heart again.

After a moment, he calmed down.

He didn't want to take action, let alone draw his sword, unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now, after only practicing Qinggong for a period of time, he began to feel a subtle sense of cold and heat in his meridians, which was a precursor to an imbalance of drug toxins in his blood.

Feng Ke is not by his side... He hopes that Ximian's name can scare them away.

Lian Shenwei sighed in his heart, never expecting that one day he would fall to the point of being a fox borrowing the power of a tiger.

"I've taken the people away, you guys please stop here." He turned around and walked forward with Ying Jingjue in his arm, pretending to be relaxed, but in fact he was always on guard against the people from the Fallen Moon Clan on the other side.

Upon seeing this, the royal guards who were seriously injured retreated and hid in the mountains and forests, while those who were slightly injured took a few steps back, barely crossed the middle fault, followed, and protected the young prince behind him.

Ying Jingjue was close to her, and the hand holding him was pale and cold, but he felt strangely at ease and a sense of inexplicable dependence.

Ximian, he had heard Li Ningfeng talk about it before.

Li Ningfeng's admiring tone left him with the impression that Ximian was a very powerful person.

It seemed to be true. His mere appearance frightened the group of killers so much that they dared not act rashly.

Ying Jingjue coughed softly a few times, and paused slightly when he lowered his eyes. The blood on his body easily stained Ximian's clothes. He hesitated subconsciously: "I..."

The young man grabbed my wrist silently.

“…”

Ying Jingjue's pupils shrank.

He sensed Ximian's alertness.

Ying Jingjue's heartbeat quickened again. If he really had the ability to ignore the killer on the other side, why would his emotions be so tense?

Countless speculations popped up in his mind. Could it be that this person was not Ximian, but was just pretending to be Ximian to save him? Or... Ximian was ill and couldn't fight against those killers?

The young Chu Jun's Adam's apple rolled, he suppressed the shock in his heart, lowered his head and walked forward.

step.

Two steps.

The cool rain was like a dark mist, densely packed in the air, bringing cold and suffocation.

These two or three seconds are particularly difficult to endure.

Dao Gui narrowed his eyes, suspicion gradually appeared in his eyes, and he immediately said, "Wait."

Lian Shenwei stopped and slowly tightened his right hand holding the sword.

Dao Gui's gaze lingered on his sword-holding hand for a moment, and his doubts grew even stronger.

Ordinary swordsmen hold the scabbard in their left hand to make it easier for them to draw the sword with their right hand, but this Young Master Ximian holds the scabbard in his right hand, which means he uses a left-handed sword.

——As far as he knew, Master Ximian was not used to using the left-handed sword.

While making a gesture to the Umbrella Ghost, he asked with concern, "Master Ximian, you seem to be much thinner than you were ten years ago, and your voice is no longer as clear as before. Are you not feeling well, or are you sick?"

“…”

Lian Shenwei remained silent.

The voice is naturally a disguise.

He took out the thickened cloth wrapped around his waist when he changed his clothes. He originally wanted to conceal his figure so that Ying Jingjue wouldn't recognize him, but now it has become a reason for Umbrella Ghost to be suspicious...Has he really become so obviously thinner than he was ten years ago?

Ying Jing decided to lower his voice to a very low level, "...Thank you for your help. You really don't need to get involved in this mess."

The man in white was still holding his hand steadily, and his tone was calm: "Umbrella ghost, you talk too much."

"People who talk too much usually die early."

The Umbrella Ghost sneered: "Your Excellency is right, but - those who pretend to be Ximian and pretend to be rich will die earlier!"

The umbrella ghost threw the umbrella in his hand forward, the umbrella opened wide, and ten sharp iron chains flew out instantly.

At the same time, the assassins of Falling Moon School stepped on the iron chains one after another, using them as leverage to rush towards the young man in white and the King Chu of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

The sword ghost was the first to be attacked. He did not try to hide his brutal murderous intent and laughed.

"Don't even pretend to be real. The hand that Ximian usually uses is the right hand. Why don't you ask, you faker?!"

Oh no!

Ying Jingjue broke out in sweat on his forehead and felt a chill running down his back that made his hair stand on end. Not caring about anything else, he grabbed Lian Shenwei and ran forward.

Lian Shenwei was startled by his pull, and then gave him a strange look.

Could it be that this kid really thought he was a fake?

Ying Jingjue couldn't see that his uncle was looking at him like a fool, and the sense of crisis behind him was getting worse and worse, so he gritted his teeth and let go of the gangster who was "impersonating" Master Ximian.

No matter what, he couldn't hold the person who wanted to save him.

Ying Jingjue pushed him and shouted, "Go quickly, sir!"

He pushed Lian Shenwei away, and suddenly he lost his strength and fell to the ground. The young man turned around hastily, his constricted pupils reflecting the flashes of swords and hidden weapons approaching in the blink of an eye, as well as Umbrella Knife's weird and excited smile.

Dark Guard: "Your Highness!"

There's no getting away.

Ying Jingjue tightly grasped the rocks on the ground and closed his eyes subconsciously.

"One sword cuts down the mountain."

Someone whispered.

Clouds and snow are rolling over the canyon mountains, which are as sharp as a knife.

It was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The incomparably powerful inner energy instantly swept across the entire valley. The speed at which the misty rain mist was falling suddenly became extremely slow, and was then shaken into even smaller water droplets.

The swords are in formation, and the mountains and forests are low.

…

The aura that contained the sword's intent was blown away by the wind.

A figure walking slowly on a horse through a bamboo forest suddenly stopped.

Qiu Che suddenly grasped his sword.

The green bamboo leaves were wet with rain and fell on his shoulders.

The next second, he jumped on his horse without hesitation, his horse's hooves splashing rainwater on the ground, and he rushed at full speed in the direction of the sword energy.

It was that guy’s sword energy, and—

Not far from him!

…

The Cangshan Sword, which had been sealed in dust for ten years, smelled the scent of blood again.

The young man with his face covered by a fence swung out with a sword, and his aura changed in the blink of an eye. His slender hands held the hilt firmly, and the powerful sword energy drew sword marks on the surrounding stone walls.

"Are you really Ximian?!" Daogui screamed, "How can Ximian use a left-handed sword?!!"

The face and body shape can change, but the swordsman's swordsmanship is engraved into his bones and will never change.

The young man smiled and said, "Cangshan has not had blood for a long time. Now that you have unsheathed it, you cannot treat it badly."

All the anger and murderous intent that had been suppressed in his heart since he saw Ying Jingjue injured were released at this moment. He originally wanted to leave directly, but since he was left behind, he didn't have to endure it any longer.

For a killer of the Falling Moon School, a clean death is not too much.

The umbrella ghost gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

——Of course they didn’t leave.

The sword blade blocked their way completely. So many killers from the Falling Moon Stream were blocked by Ximian alone, and they couldn't escape.

Ying Jingjue paused for a long time, looking at the back of the swordsman, and murmured: "So strong..."

He inexplicably recalled the sword that Lian Shenwei had swung at the previous Fengyan Banquet.

The hall is full of flowers, intoxicating three thousand guests.

The teacher's sword strike was so powerful and graceful that it deserves the word "stunning".

But it was not as good as when Ximian held the Cangshan Sword. With every move, he displayed a chivalrous and carefree spirit. Even the sword intent he revealed was unrestrained and free.

A light gradually lit up in Ying Jingjue's eyes. He experienced firsthand why Li Ningfeng's eyes lit up every time he talked about Master Ximian, who was number one on the Jianghu Ranking.

He was helped up by the secret guards.

In less than two quarters of an hour, the Umbrella Sword Demon was the only killer left in the Falling Moon School. When the brother and sister died, their eyes were wide open.

The severed head rolled into the cracks between the rocks, and blood covered the ground.

The blade of the Cangshan sword was as bright as snow, not stained by a drop of blood, and the slight smell of blood was washed away by the rain.

Lian Shenwei put away his sword and remained silent.

I haven't touched it for a long time and it still feels strange.

His throat felt itchy and he coughed lightly with his lips. Without warning, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The dark red color stained his pale fingers, which was particularly shocking.

Lian Shenwei paused, then calmly put his hands behind his back.

"Your Excellency Ximian."

Ying Jingjue approached and bowed to him: "Thank you very much for saving my life. Jingjue has no way to repay you."

"Let's get out of here first."

Ying Jing decided: "Okay."

They quickly passed through the ravine and the road ahead became wide. A few kilometers ahead was the river where the boat docked.

By this time, the candles have distracted the killer, and the patrol ship should be fine. Most of the royal guards are not useless.

Ying Jingjue was also obviously relieved: "I have heard of your name for a long time, I wonder why you are willing to help me?"

"It's nice."

Ying Jingjue: “…”

Ying Jingjue couldn't help but laugh and said, "The people in the martial arts world are really carefree and honest. I felt that you were friendly the first time I saw you. You haven't appeared in ten years, but you showed up this time to help me. I guess it's fate."

After all, he was young, and he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Where have you been for the past ten years? Have you been practicing martial arts?" He has been practicing all the time, so that's why he is so powerful.

The young swordsman seemed to laugh silently, and said, "I am just an idle person who wanders around the world with a few close friends and indulges in wine and bamboo forests. I take pleasure in taking revenge, saving those I like and kicking those I don't like. I can't be called a good person, but I can't be called a bad person either."

Ying Jingjue: “It sounds good.”

Young swordsman: "This is what I want in my life."

He stopped and looked at Ying Jingjue: "I don't care how noble your status is. If you really want to thank me, go to Jinling on my behalf and do something."

Ying Jingjue nodded immediately and said seriously, "Please speak, sir."

The white clothes that the swordsman wore when he came were stained with blood and could not be washed off. The rapidly deepening pain in his meridians and the fishy sweetness that kept rising in his throat silently reminded him of the current condition of this body.

He was quiet for a moment, then raised his left hand from his side and placed it on the shoulder of the young Chu Jun.

Like an elder, he patted me twice.

"Go to Fudu Mountain Manor in Jinling on my behalf and burn some paper money and incense for the old manor owner, the old lady, and the young manor owner on June 2nd."