Wait a minute, heroine

The sky is getting dark, and there are gradually more and more people on the long street along the river. Oil-paper umbrellas of various colors are walking back and forth on the bluestone street. From above, they look like lotus leaves drifting with the current.

Ye Jingtang dressed up as an ordinary young man, holding a green umbrella, covering Yu Hu's head, looking up at the streets under the misty rain.

The empress walked under the umbrella, strolling in the courtyard with a veil on her face. When she saw Ye Jingtang, she just looked at the scenery without saying anything, and said:

"There are so many beautiful ladies and ladies on the street, and you just look at the scenery?"

Ye Jingtang turned around and said helplessly: "Don't look at anything inappropriate. Jiangzhou is not Liangzhou. Women are more graceful. It's not polite to look at them casually."

"You mean you can just look around in Liangzhou?"

Ye Jingtang was not subtle, he told the truth:

"You can look around, but it's more dangerous. The folk customs in Liangzhou are famous for being tough, both men and women are the same. When I was traveling as a escort when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, I saw a female village leader whose arms were thicker than my thighs. , She Long must look pretty in front of the station.

"I was curious at the time and took a second look. The result was great. When they looked back, they saw my red lips and white teeth. They immediately offered to give my adoptive father a gift of fifty taels of silver and let me go to the village in Hongshan to be the owner of the village. I am the righteous father. My father didn't agree, so he increased it to one hundred taels, and even prepared to snatch it away. If we hadn't run fast, the consequences would have been disastrous..."

Seeing Ye Jingtang's lingering fear, the empress joked: "It's not because the female village leader is not good-looking. If Miss Fan passes by the border and snatches you back, you will probably follow her on the spot, and Qi's stepfather will not be able to pull her away." live."

Ye Jingtang wanted to deny it, but at thirteen or fourteen, he was at the age when his heart was as high as the sky, and his body had reached puberty. If he was pulled into the room by Aunt Fan, who had a waist, round hips and beautiful shoulders, he was afraid that he would really be able to throw his adoptive father aside. He ran away. Thinking about it now, he just shook his head and smiled:

"Don't dare say this nonsense. What if Miss Fan hears it?"

When the empress saw that Fan Qinghe didn't even act like a queen, and stayed by Ye Jingtang's side all day long, she knew that this woman would have to come in sooner or later. Seeing that Ye Jingtang acted like an ordinary friend, she couldn't help but shake her head secretly, not paying attention to these things. He wasted no time and turned to look at a tall building on the street.

There is a plaque with the name "Wenxing Building" hanging on the high building. It is considered a famous building on Yan Street. Most of the cultural gatherings organized by the government, academies or aristocratic families are held here. Even if there are no activities on weekdays, people come here to communicate. There are also quite a few literati.

At this time, under the drizzle, many carriages and horses could be seen parked outside the high-rise buildings. From time to time, literati came to the door and greeted each other politely:

"Your Majesty, it's a pleasure to meet you..."

"Brother Li, please first..."

…

Ye Jingtang had already inquired when he came over and learned that there was a literary party held here today, which was led by the county governor. The theme was to write a congratulatory message to celebrate the return of the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother does not seem to have any real power, but her status is here. As long as she can make the Queen Mother happy, after returning to the capital, she only needs to mention in front of the empress, "So-and-so official has done a good job, and so-and-so talent is very knowledgeable", and she can rise to the top. For this reason, this poem can be regarded as the governor's flattery of the Queen Mother, and there are obviously many literati who support it.

Because Ye Jingtang didn't want to appear in public, he and Yuhu came to the alley on the side of Wenxing Building, and then they flew up at the same time, flew in from the second floor window, and came to the fence on the second floor of the hall to watch.

The Wenxing Pavilion is quite large. About two hundred people have gathered at this time. Four old masters are sitting at the front of the hall. One of them is wearing an official robe and must be the county guard of Jiangzhou City. Next to it is a sign with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it. It has the character '雁' written on it.

The literati were gathering in small groups in the hall to discuss, and from time to time someone would write or draw. At the edge of the hall, there were many bookish ladies standing together, whispering together, and looking at the hall. Among them were a few scholars who looked very energetic.

Ye Jingtang is a pure martial artist, and I have watched too many passionate fights. This is the first time I have come to this cultural gathering. After watching it for a while, I felt that the silence was a bit boring.

Yuhu, on the other hand, crossed his arms across his chest and looked thoughtfully at the word '雁' on the board, seemingly immersed in it.

After observing the Night Terror Hall for a while, he asked:

"What are you doing?"

"Shh~"

Yuhu raised his green-white jade finger to his mouth and explained:

"Write poems based on the title. It seems simple to use a single word as the title, but the word 'wild goose' is connected with 'autumn thoughts and autumn sorrow'. It is very challenging to make a poem to celebrate the return of the Queen Mother."

Ye Jingtang suddenly realized and continued to watch patiently. After waiting for a while, I found a handsome scholar handing the paper to the boy. Then the boy came to the front and sang loudly:

"Li Gongzi of Lin'an City, poem: A formation of wild geese crosses the sky to announce the dawn, and thousands of mountains chirp. The dream of recruiting people has disappeared at the end of the world, and only the breeze is left to accompany the bright moon."

As soon as the words fell, praises suddenly rang out in the hall, as well as the lady and madam’s whispers:

"As expected of Mr. Li, his literary talent is so good..."

"Yeah yeah……"

…

Seeing this, Yuhu nodded thoughtfully, showing some approval.

Ye Jingtang clasped his hands behind his back and looked at it carefully. He really didn't see the meaning, so he leaned into Yuhu's ear and said:

"The poem is easy to read, but it doesn't have much charm. It's just singing praises and flattering the court with your eyes closed..."

As the emperor, Yuhu thought this poem was very good. Hearing Ye Jingtang's comments, he was naturally unhappy and tilted his head to his ear:

"Would you like to sing a song if you can? As long as it's better than this... huh huh."

As he spoke, he lifted up his skirt slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly, which probably meant giving Night Terror Hall a special reward.

Ye Jingtang didn't care about rewards or anything like that. Seeing that Yuhu really liked these things and his eyes were full of expectation, he didn't let her down at the moment. He leaned closer and whispered softly:

"The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the jade quilt in autumn. I undressed my clothes lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower..."

? !

After hearing the soft words, the empress's eyes widened visibly, and she turned to look at the Night Terror Hall:

"This word... wasn't written by you, was it?"

Ye Jingtang shrugged slightly: "My limericks are mediocre, how could I write this kind of poem about boudoir? I accidentally saw it in a book before, written by a female lyricist from the Northwest Royal Court."

"..."

The empress didn't believe it at all, but she had to believe it. After all, if a poem with such unique artistic conception and vocabulary came from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, everyone would have known it for a long time. She had never heard of it at all. It could only be from the Northwest Royal Court, which had no information and had been destroyed for many years. .

"The tribes in Xihai are almost the same as Liangzhou, how can they produce so many famous poets with outstanding literary talent?"

Ye Jingtang said solemnly: "At that time, the Northwest Royal Court was divided into three parts of the world. What happened to a few scholars? You just asked me to write a poem, but you didn't ask me to compose my own poem. Just tell me if this is good or not."

"..."

Naturally, the empress couldn't say bad. After thinking about it for a while, she looked forward to asking:

"any left?"

Ye Jingtang shook his head quickly: "I'm not a scholar. How can I remember so much? I just suddenly remembered this song."

The empress frowned slightly, feeling that she had not kept her word, which made Ye Jingtang lose motivation. She looked left and right, then turned slightly sideways, making a sultry look, and hooked her fingers on her collar, as if she was preparing to give Tuan'er Breathable and cool.

Seeing this from the corner of his eye, Ye Jingtang quickly raised his hand, pressed the lapel of Yuhu's clothes, and frowned:

"No, no, I'll definitely tell you when I think about it. I'm not trying to take advantage of you..."

"...?"

The empress lowered her head slightly and looked at the big hand holding her collar.

Ye Jingtang realized something was wrong and took his hand back as if he was being electrocuted. He coughed lightly and looked like he was frowning in deep thought:

"I'll think of another song for you, um..."

The empress felt that Ye Jingtang was becoming more and more courageous and even dared to attack her.

But for the sake of good poetry, she didn't say anything. She just waited carefully for the night terror hall to think about it, and she was also secretly recalling the poem about women's resentment just now in her heart.

But the wait didn't last long, and before Ye Jingtang could think of the second song, the empress' ears suddenly twitched and she turned to look at the window.

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang asked: "What's wrong?"

"Go to the alley behind and see if there is any movement."

Ye Jingtang looked out the window at the wind and rain, and there was a hint of solemnity between his brows. He thought about it and walked over quietly with a knife on his waist...

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Swish, swish, swish~

The sky has turned dark, and the long street along the river is brightly lit, but there is little light and shadow in the alleys behind it. The thin sound of rain has become the only sound in the bluestone alley.

Liang Shangyan, the third eldest son in Qingji Pavilion, squatted alone in an alley far away from Wenxing Pavilion, carefully wrapping silver silk as thin as spider silk on a wooden shelf piled beside the wall.

Liang Shangyan went outside the Imperial Prefect's Mansion last night, but found no trace of Ye Jingtang, so he adopted the wait-and-see approach, hiding in a mountain far away, waiting for the target to appear.

And the fact is as expected on the 12th floor. Anyone who comes to Jiangzhou, no matter rich or not, will come to Shiliyan Street for shopping. This is just like going to Wutong Street when you go to the capital. If you haven't been there, you are in vain. .

Liang Shangyan waited until noon today and found a man and woman leaving the Duke's Mansion and heading towards Yan Street. Although they were far away and holding umbrellas, so they couldn't see their faces clearly, they were not like servants. The entourage is most likely the Night Terror Hall.

As a killer who uses money to eliminate disasters for others, Liang Shangyan is engaged in the business of exchanging lives for money. From the day he entered this industry, he knew that sooner or later he would die on the way to do something, and he did not hesitate to take his own life.

But risking one's life does not mean that one can accept death like a bastard fish. Liang Shangyan knew Ye Jingtang's ability, and if he really ran into him, ten of them might not be enough to kill him, so he had no real plans to do anything during this trip. He was just doing a job. Ai Yixing, in order to preserve the reputation of Qingji Pavilion, come over and express your gratitude.

According to Liang Shangyan's plan, he found a suitable opportunity to shoot Ye Jingtang with a hidden arrow and run away, and then asked the 12th Floor to leave a poem on the wall to prove that they were responsible for the assassination of Ye Jingtang.

In this way, both the Northern and Southern Dynasties knew that Qingji Pavilion was indeed trustworthy and that as long as they received the money, they would risk their lives and try again.

And the two of them were able to escape safely. They didn't kill Ye Jingtang because Ye Jingtang was too powerful. They were able to escape because of their ability. People in the world can't blame them for why they didn't die on the spot.

Although the plan is wonderful, the actual operation is a bit troublesome - if he really shoots Wu Kui with an arrow from a distance of a hundred feet, any fool will know that they are acting, and if he really shoots the arrow, the night terror hall may arrive first before the arrow hits the ground. It was embarrassing, after all, Wu Kui could fly faster than an arrow.

The same goes for throwing throwing knives from close range. As long as he shows his head, he will be targeted by the Night Terror Hall, which will make him run away, unless the Night Terror Hall is too lazy to chase.

Liang Shangyan pondered for a long time, and the only possibility to survive was to set up a trap in a sparsely populated alley, and then try to lure the Night Terror Hall over, then step on it and explode it.

This kind of news alarms the neighbors, and the news of the assassination can spread without having to be present in person. It can be said to be the best of both worlds.

Liang Shangyan knew how strong Wu Kui's sense of hearing was, so he had been tracking him with a telescope from a high place. Now when he started, he was sneaking in the darkness of an entire alleyway away from Wenxing Pavilion. Logically speaking, it was impossible to find his trace.

But it's a pity that he didn't know that the woman beside Ye Jingtang was the empress of the Wei Dynasty, and she was far scarier than Ye Jingtang, the king of hell.

Liang Shangyan carefully arranged the mechanism. When it was about to be completed, he suddenly heard a sound from afar:

Tick ​​tick tick~

The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella and sliding down the ribs.

Liang Shangyan paused and looked sideways out of the corner of his eye.

At the back door of a shop about ten feet away, a dim yellow lantern swayed in the wind, illuminating the surrounding area for more than ten feet.

A black shadow appeared at some point, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand, standing quietly in the drizzle. His face could not be seen in the backlight, and he could only see the brass-colored ring on the head of the knife around his waist. The whole person seemed to appear silently. Suo Ming Wuchang, who was in the alley, was looking at him with a pair of dark eyes.

swish swish...

Qingshi Old Alley fell into deathly silence at this moment.

Liang Shangyan glanced at the saber leaning against the pile of debris with his peripheral vision. After a moment of silence, he continued to fiddle with the debris, pretending to be picking up rags.

But Ye Jingtang, who was standing at the back door, did not approach or draw his sword, but spoke from afar:

"Who is sneaking around here in the middle of the night?"

The voice was clear and majestic, reaching his ears directly through the rain curtain.

Liang Shangyan paused for a moment, as if he just realized it, turned his head with displeasure, looked up and down and said:

"Which road are you on?"

Ye Jingtang flicked his wrist and slid out a waist card:

"Send someone."

After Liang Shangyan stared at it for a moment, like a gangster who was caught stealing, he grabbed the knife and turned around and ran away.

Ye Jingtang had been watching from a distance for a moment and saw that this person was sneaking around. He was not deceived by his extraordinary acting skills. He let go of the umbrella with his right hand and exerted force on both feet at the same time.

Choking——

Under the rain, the bluestone old alley flashes with cold light!

The wind and rain in the alley were affected by Qi Jin, and it seemed as if a strong wind was sweeping through the walls.

Liang Shangyan sensed something was wrong and felt horrified in his heart. He suddenly accelerated his forward running and turned around halfway to unsheath his sword.

Cha~

But before his body could turn back, he found that the strong wind swept past him. By the time he completely turned around and assumed a posture to respond to the enemy, the approaching cold light had disappeared.

The black ghost figure that briefly disappeared returned to the lantern, with the umbrella in hand and the knife back in its sheath, as if it had never moved. Only the lantern swinging violently under the eaves proved that there had been a storm here just a moment ago.

Liang Shangyan was highly concentrated, but his body was stiff. He held the half-unsheathed sword in his right hand and stared at the black figure in the distance whose face he could not see clearly. After a while, a stinging pain came from his ribs, and blood flowed down his clothes. , dripping on the green bricks together with the rain.

L……

Liang Shangyan held the handle of the knife tightly and did not lower his head to see the wound that appeared at an unknown time. He stared at the figure in front of him for a long time before he said:

"What a fast knife."

Ye Jingtang held an umbrella in his right hand. Except for a few drops of rain on his robe, there were no other changes. He said calmly:

"If you reveal the mastermind behind the scenes, you can be given a lighter sentence."

With just one strike of the sword, Liang Shangyan was able to confirm that the person in front of him was the living King of Hell of the Wei Dynasty that he was going to deal with on this trip. Knowing that there was no chance of survival, he thought about it, took back the sword, stood up straight in the rain, and said calmly:

"Qingji Pavilion Liang Shangyan. There are state laws and regulations. The purpose of this trip should be understood by Ye Daxia."

Ye Jingtang frowned and thought for a while. He didn't understand and asked:

"Come to die?"

Liang Shangyan wanted to deny it, but the facts seemed to be the same, so he nodded:

"almost."

"..."

Ye Jingtang was speechless for a moment, then Xiang Xiang commented:

"The Qinglong Society is worthy of its reputation in the world. Seeing that you are a man, I will leave you a complete body."

After saying that, he prepared to send away this professional killer who had no idea what was in his mind.

But that's about it!

Whoosh whoosh——

Three round beads shot out from the ridge of the pavilion not far away and exploded in the sky above the alleyway. Then white mist was thrown like a waterfall, instantly covering the entire alleyway.

Ye Jingtang kept his hand on the saber without moving, and aimed at the top of the pavilion:

"Isn't one gift enough?"

There is no one on the top of the pavilion, but there are fine writings carved with a sword on the pillars - The most sentimental is the moon in the west tower, which shines on the spring breeze twelve times.

This line of writing was originally engraved next to the corpse after it was completed. It was written in advance, obviously because it was worried that there would be no chance to prove the identity after taking action.

There was no noise in the alleyway filled with white mist. Liang Shangyan, who was bleeding profusely from his ribs, his eyes returned to calmness. He held the handle of the knife and bowed slightly, as if he was ready to attack.

Night Terror Hall did not pay attention to the injured person. He frowned and sensed any movement around him. However, he unexpectedly discovered that there was no trace of the aura on the twelfth floor.

Twelfth Floor As the second-ranked assassin in Beiliang, the double-flowered red stick of the Qinglong Society, his strength is undoubted. He can suppress his movements to such an extent in the rain. His ability to hide and sneak is probably beyond that of most Wu Kui. After all, he does not have that A serious martial artist will specialize in this aspect.

Night Terror carefully paid attention to both sides of the wall. After waiting for only a moment, a white shadow suddenly rushed out from the wall behind.

Cha——

Ye Jingtang unsheathed his sword, and before Liang Shangyan could step forward, he was already on top of the wall, and the blade was whirling and slashing horizontally.

Stab~

The white shadow that rushed out was instantly cut into two pieces, but what was broken were two white robes.

call out!

At the same moment, the scream of swords sounded from beneath his feet.

Before Ye Jingtang's feet stepped on the wall, a whirlpool appeared in the white mist below. The silver sword blade was in front and reached the crook of his legs in the blink of an eye.

This sword is much more cunning than Xu Yetang's. He accurately calculates Ye Jingtang's footing position, the timing and angle are impeccable, and even the distance to the card owner's Ye Jingtang to withdraw his sword and defend is in the blind spot.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, even if the sword could cut through the leg, it would still seriously injure the knee.

But Wu Kui is Wu Kui. In one aspect, he may be weaker than the top masters who specialize in side sects, but his overall strength will definitely crush ordinary warriors.

Seeing that something was wrong, Ye Jingtang didn't put away his sword at all. Instead, he closed his feet in the air and clamped the sword blade. Before the sword could turn around and exploded with energy, he jumped up like a willow leaf in the wind and landed silently on the outer street. The top of a long pole hanging with a lantern did not even disturb the passers-by below who were looking blankly into the alley.

Swish swish swish——

Several beads flew out of the dark alley and exploded on the street along the river again. White mist flew in all directions, blocking most of the field of vision. The pedestrians who had stopped at a loss began to run away at this time:

"what happened?"

"What is this..."

…

Ye Jingtang stood on the top of the long pole, and changed his saber to his right hand. He looked around in the rain and fog. Because he didn't lock the position on the twelfth floor, he even praised:

"Good work."

"Excellent."

Responses came one after another, and at the same time, there was a sword thrust out of the window of the restaurant beside him.

Ye Jingtang stood above the lantern, only three feet away from the restaurant along the street. The silver sword tip pierced the window paper and reached the left side of his neck almost at the same time as the sound of the sword, without giving him any chance to react.

This level of surprise attack was basically the limit that Wu Kui could achieve. Jiang Zahu, Xuanyuan Chao and other Wu Kui who took the hard-to-attack route were unable to explode with such terrifying sword speed.

But Ye Jingtang is undoubtedly the fastest swordsman, and this speed of attack is still too slow for him.

The moment the window paper was pierced, Ye Jingtang had already raised his left hand, pinched the approaching sword blade with two fingers, and then twisted it!

Ding~

The tip of the fine silver sword broke instantly, and the sound of broken windows was heard in the restaurant.

Ye Jingtang didn't even look back, he flipped his left hand slightly, held the tip of the sword and threw it sideways.

call out--

The two-inch sword tip came out of his hand and turned into a silver line across the rain curtain. It penetrated the wall of the restaurant without causing much movement, and then came out from the side through the wall.

Wearing a scholar's robe on the twelfth floor, he single-handedly dealt with the top three military leaders like Ye Jingtang. He was able to make two close-up attacks and was already living up to his reputation. At this time, the distance was too close and he couldn't hide. Entering the white mist, the tip of the sword, like a soul-seeking dart, had already reached the back of his neck.

When Ye Jingtang found out that it was the assassin from Qingji Pavilion, he knew that Beiliang had hired them with a lot of money. He admired the courage of these two people and did not want to scare the young lady who was still in a dazed state on the street, so it was quite merciful to take action for this. , all prepared to keep the whole body.

This flying sword passed by, and even the short body on the twelfth floor had no time to dodge, leaving no chance of survival.

After Ye Jingtang took action, he already had one hand behind his back, and was ready to take out a sign and say: "The black yamen is doing things, and the idle ones should leave."

But what people didn’t expect was that as soon as the tip of the sword shot into the white mist, a thunder suddenly sounded in the alleyway:

boom--

Standing on the top of the long pole, Ye Jingtang could see that the entire alley was shaking visibly, and the walls on both sides cracked directly, just like a wild dragon suddenly crashed through the narrow alley, tearing apart the white fog and rain curtain.

Ding~

The tip of the sword, which carried the arrogant force, was flicked away by the finger, and flew away into the night sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye; and a terrifying momentum that could make people suffocate also appeared in the side alley.

Such a terrifying momentum not only frightened the Night Jing Hall above, but even the empress in the Wenxing Pavilion not far away silently appeared outside the window, posing as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

But after the sword tip bounced off, the ensuing terrifying offensive did not appear, and the streets and alleys instead froze.

Ye Jingtang held the knife in his right hand and frowned. He looked towards the street where the rain and fog had been washed away, but he saw the twelfth floor standing frozen in place, and there was someone standing not far away.

The figure was wearing a men's-style brocade robe and jade armor on his face, but the skirt of the clothes was quite grand. His black hair was spread down and was still wet. He looked like he had just taken a shower and suddenly got up and rushed out of the room.

Although the clothes are a bit strange, it does not affect the domineering aura of dominating the world at all.

The woman's left hand is behind her back, and her right hand is even holding the oil-paper umbrella that Ye Jingtang just released in the alley. She stands upright, and is even half an inch taller than the average-sized Twelfth Floor. Although the proportions are coordinated and the body is undulating, she is completely He didn't feel weak, just like Yu Hu who met Eunuch Cao in front of Taihua Hall, there was an unshakable sharpness all over his body.

After the woman stopped, she may have noticed that her clothes didn't fit her well. Before Twelfth Floor could recover, she flicked her fingers and two copper coins shot out. One hit the back of Twelfth Floor's head, and the other hit the man who was running towards him. Between Liang Shangyan's brows, the two of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, without even making a sound.

thump--

After putting the two of them down, the woman raised her eyes and looked at Ye Jingtang who was showing off at the top of the long pole with her calm eyes under her jade armor:

"Is it necessary for two bastards to fight so hard that they can fly all over the place?"

Ye Jingtang recognized the Great Hierarch Pingtian in the alley, but when he saw the uneven appearance, he was still a little stunned. Hearing the voice, he came back to his senses and thought something was wrong in his heart. He was about to wink quietly when he noticed someone coming from next to him. The sound of breaking wind.

Phew~

The empress with a gauzy face landed on the restaurant next to her. She lowered her head to look at the unknown female master below who had breasts similar to hers and had similar martial arts skills. She asked:

"Girl, do you know the Night Terror Hall?"

Leader Pingtian saw a woman with a slender waist and long legs appearing next to him. He originally thought it was King Dongming, but upon closer inspection, he was taller and had bigger breasts, so it didn't look like it, so he calmed down his stance slightly and said:

"We are acquaintances and have met several times before. Although Twelfth Floor is a killer who collects money to do things, he has some moral principles. He once accepted a penny from an abandoned boy in Beiliang and helped kill the leader of the Snow Flag Gang. He avenged his blood. It would be a pity to kill such a person. Ye Daxia can take him back to the black prison dungeon. If he can be recovered, it will be a great help to the court."

Her voice was elegant and calm, and she sounded like a heroine who has been traveling around the world all year round.

The empress blinked her eyes, but didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

And Ye Jingtang feels that these two professional killers have more outrageous brain circuits than the two kings of Yanzhou. I want to be angry in my heart, but to be honest, I can't get angry. In addition, the two thighs of black and white stockings meet, so there is no time to worry about these two miscellaneous things. Fish, frightened, said:

"The government handles cases. If they can arrest people alive and ask for confessions, they will naturally not take the initiative to silence them. How to judge them according to the laws of the Wei Dynasty is not what I say. Hmm... Why is the White Lady here?"

"My travels in the world are just passing through this place."

Leader Pingtian had just been taking a bath with Ning'er. He didn't even wipe his body and was wrapped in a robe. He didn't want to stay in front of the man for a long time, so he turned around and said:

"I still have important things to do, so I can't stay for a long time. I'll take my leave. I'll see you again if we have a chance."

Naturally, Ye Jingtang didn't dare to persuade him to stay, he just stood on the lantern pole and watched.

The empress also watched with a smile on her face, but her heart was not as plain as she appeared on the surface - she was watching from the window just now, but she saw the majesty of this goddess coming into the world.

Although it was just a sudden appearance, the foundation displayed was definitely stronger than her master Xuanji's real person, and not even a bit stronger.

But the most powerful woman in the world today is her master. If there is anyone else, it can only be a powerful person who has been hiding in the world for many years, or someone from the top martial arts master is disguised as a man.

There must be many reclusive masters in the world. Sun Wuji is a semi-reclusive person, but she is generally older. She has seen through the mortal world before choosing to live in seclusion and cultivate immortality. This woman is obviously too young.

In the Jianghu, one immortal and two saints cannot be women. The only Wu Kui above Xuanji are Long Zhengqing and Xue Baijin. Long Zhengqing is in his fifties and sixties, and his skills should not be so exaggerated. The only one who matches his age and skills is Pingtian Cult Leader, who has never shown his true face...

Of course, it is also possible that she is the goddess from Beiliang, but the possibility is slim.

The empress secretly pondered in her heart, and waited until the woman holding the umbrella disappeared in the dark alley, then turned her head and looked at the Night Terror Hall where countless young ladies and scholars stood on the lantern pole and watched in amazement:

"Why are you still standing up there?"

Ye Jingtang felt that Yuhu must have noticed something was wrong, and he didn't care about anything else. He flew up to the roof of the restaurant and said:

"This heroine's martial arts skills are indeed amazing. I've only seen her a few times..."

The empress didn't say anything, she just rose and fell in the rain and went to the Duke's Mansion...

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Kawen really couldn't help it. He stayed up from 12 o'clock to almost 6 o'clock in the morning yesterday and wrote so much or2