The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

A cold snort sounded, and Meng Xuanhe's mind moved.

Tai Jin's eyes suddenly dimmed, and his hand slid down uncontrollably, letting Yan Liujing go.

Yan Liujing, who got a chance to catch his breath, immediately escaped from Tai Jin's hands, holding the jade pendant tightly in his hand, and glared at Tai Jin.

"Madam Wei really has a good strategy." Ying Wugui saw this move and smiled at Meng Xuanhe.

A hint of surprise flashed across his smiling face. He didn't expect that Meng Xuanhe had mastered Qingdao's spiritual painting technique so well in just one year.

With this speed, I'm afraid he has reached the peak of Qingdao. He really deserves to be that man's disciple.

"Are you okay?" Meng Xuanhe took Yan Liujing over, and just when she was performing the Yunyan Technique, he activated the Huiling Technique.

When the green magic spell turned into smoke and dust, the soul-confusing spell attached itself to Tai Jin without anyone noticing.

Fortunately, Tai Jin's internal strength is only at the peak of the fourth level, but Meng Xuanhe has made considerable achievements in Qingdao in this year.

If it were a year ago, Meng Xuanhe would definitely not have been able to perform these two spells at the same time, but now he can do it with ease.

Yan Liujing had obviously just come to his senses and couldn't help feeling surprised.

I didn't expect that after a year of my absence, Meng Xuanhe was no longer the playboy who needed my help to save her.

He smiled helplessly in his heart. If Meng Xuanhe hadn't had any tricks up his sleeve, he might have been a drag on them.

Meng Xuanhe saw what Yan Liujing was thinking and comforted her softly.

The Qingyu Linlang Pendant is the only relic of the Duke of Yan's Mansion. Even if it is for Yan Liujing and Yan Cheng'an, she will get the jade pendant.

"Don't leave any one behind." Ying Wugui clicked his tongue, turned around and flicked his sleeves.

As if remembering something, he turned around to look at Meng Xuan and Yan Liujing and said, "They won't take action when there are outsiders around. You guys follow me out first."

Meng Xuanhe and Yan Liujing did not hesitate and followed Ying Wugui away from this place of trouble.

There was also a killer from Tai Jin who was unwilling to give up. Knowing that there was no hope of escape today, a fierce look flashed across his face and he attacked them with a sword in hand.

Ying Wugui didn't even blink. The moment he tapped the crimson folding fan, the heads of several killers fell to the ground.

Meng Xuanhe and Yan Liujing looked at each other in shock.

She had known Ying Wugui for at least a year. Although she knew that Ying Wugui's spirit painting skills were far superior to hers, she was inevitably shocked when she saw Ying Wugui take action so directly for the first time.

Is this the level of practicing the art of drawing spirits to the great perfection? He is not inferior to the seventh level of internal strength masters. He does not need to draw spirits. He can complete the art with just a thought.

Under the moonlight, the quiet and mysterious silver light added a layer of mystery to Ying Wugui.

Meng Xuanhe had known him for some time, but when facing Ying Wugui, she could never figure out what this man was thinking.

"Those people just now are from Qing Jing Chang." Yan Liujing pondered for a moment. In the past year, she has traveled far and wide, and has gained a certain understanding of the forces in the martial arts world.

The Qing Jing Chang force is not as sage-like as its name suggests, but is instead a sect filled with a murderous aura.

The killers under Qing Jingchang often wear silver-white moon robes and look no different from the most noble men in the world.

But their actions were completely different. They were decisive and ruthless, and would draw blood. They would not hesitate at all when following the Pavilion Master's orders to kill.

Qing Jingchang's reputation originated from a dispute with another force twenty years ago.

At that time, Qing Jing Chang did not have the status it has now. The leader of Qing Jing Chang led his people to massacre that force. The so-called killing machine was nothing more than this.

Although this force has a fierce notoriety in the martial arts world, no one knows where they are or who their leader is.

If Yan Liujing had not accidentally known some secrets of the martial arts world, he would never have linked these people with Qing Jingchang.

Ying Wugui raised an enchanting smile and said vaguely, "It seems that Miss Yan has learned some secrets over the years."

Meng Xuanhe raised her eyebrows slightly. Of course, she was no stranger to this force. It was one of the three major underworld forces that were casually mentioned in the plot.

"That's good. I just lay down."

Meng Xuanhe smiled helplessly. She was exhausted and wanted to have a good rest. But she found a random inn and it turned out to be a shady place.

When a person is unlucky, even drinking water will get stuck between his teeth.

After solving this series of problems, I found myself without a place to stay again. It was really suffocating.

"You have no place to go?" Yan Liujing asked with some confusion, then slapped his forehead and took out a house deed from the purse on his waist.

"My uncle was an official of Nanmeng. Now that the two countries are unified, it is hard for him to escape imprisonment. Fortunately, when Xie Lin attacked Nanmeng, he had already retired and returned to his hometown and hid in Lin'an."

"Before he left, he asked me to give you the deed, but at that time, Nanmeng was in chaos. Bianjing was surrounded by numerous blockades. Even if I wanted to save you, it was too late."

Yan Liujing spoke slowly, she really couldn't enter Bian Jing, even though she was extremely anxious outside, she could only watch Meng Xuan die.

"That's right. What are you going to do now? How about staying in Yangzhou and starting a business with me?"

Meng Xuanhe thought about it and realized that since he met Yan Liujing again here, it was like an invisible thread that entangled them together again.

One of them is a princess of a fallen country on the run, and the other is the legitimate daughter of a duke whose entire family was wiped out in the previous dynasty. Now that the world has just been pacified, even the martial arts world is very dangerous.

Yan Liujing hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something, but when he looked at Meng Xuan's smiling face, he saw that she was looking at him with a strange look.

"Do you still have money on you?" Meng Xuanhe asked lightly.

Yan Liujing:?

The corners of her mouth twitched. She didn't expect that after not seeing him for a year, Meng Xuanhe was still so sharp-tongued.

Over the past year, she has indeed sold all of her jewelry.

She didn't care much about material possessions. But after she really entered the martial arts world, she realized that there was no such thing as martial arts, but just firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

The best way to live in this world is to make yourself live comfortably.

Seeing Yan Liujing's speechless expression, she nodded.

Meng Xuanhe tilted his head and looked at Ying Wugui, "You are leaving this time, right?"

Since the people from Qingjingchang have shown up, Ying Wugui naturally won't stay with Meng Xuanhe any longer.

In the past, Meng Xuanhe never knew what Ying Wugui’s identity was, but even if she knew it now, she still didn’t understand why Ying Wugui did everything.

He is such an unpredictable person, both good and evil, that it is difficult for people to really see through him.

Ying Wugui chuckled and nodded.

"Now that the matter of Nan Meng is over, I will go back to Qingjingchang." Ying Wugui snapped his fingers, and the people in moon-white robes slowly walked out.

They stood behind Ying Wugui, saying nothing, like a group of lifeless background boards.

"See you later."

Meng Xuanhe nodded, and she did not want to keep Ying Wugui.

Although I never understood the real reason why Ying Wugui approached me, he helped me a lot in the past year.

Looking at the quiet figures of ordinary people leaving the horizon, Meng Xuanhe suddenly said, "Ying Wugui, you came to the princess's mansion just to help me dig a tunnel?"

On the roof, Ying Wugui paused and almost lost his balance.

"Yes."

Under the bright moonlight, Ying Wugui's laughter slowly came, but he did not look back.

But that laughter was different from before, it seemed more real.

"Yangzhou is really a place of farewell." Meng Xuanhe said helplessly.

I parted with Yan Liu, Jing Yan and Cheng'an a year ago, and now Ying Wugui has also left Yangzhou.

Meng Xuanhe was not too sad, just a little emotional. However, she believed that in this vast sea of ​​people, if they were destined, they would meet again one day.

"Let's leave first. What happened here will be discovered tomorrow."

Yan Liujing frowned and looked at the inn behind him. All the people in this inn disappeared overnight. It must be another unsolved case in the government office.

As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, government officials will come to investigate thoroughly, and they don't want to be involved in this dispute.

Meng Xuanhe smiled and casually performed a spirit painting technique. A green light lit up at her fingertips and finally turned into a pattern of the Beiliang official family with the clan emblem of Wu Xian on it.

"Let Qin Zhishi handle these troublesome matters."

Meng Xuanhe curled his lips, lightly moved his fingers, and a painting spell shot out to the door of the inn.

Meng Xuanhe was very patient in causing trouble for the Wuxiang people. Yan Liujing silently applauded in her heart, and she also disliked Lichuan very much.

After dealing with these matters, Meng Xuanhe and Yan Liujing returned to the mansion.

The next morning, this painting spirit technique attracted a large number of onlookers. It was obvious that this inn had angered Qin Zhishi, so she cleaned it out.

The people became increasingly distrustful of Qin Zhishi, and the reputation of the Wuxiang people also deteriorated significantly.

In the past, their mysterious witchcraft was enough to intimidate people, but this time, it frightened many civilians.

The newly appointed prefect of Yangzhou was unwilling to take on this difficult matter, so he decided to go all out and razed the inn to the ground to clean up the mess for Qin Zhishi.

With the help of the newly appointed Yangzhou prefect, the news that Qingjing Changren had come last night was completely buried. With the burial of the entire inn, no one knew about it anymore.

But when Qin Zhishi arrived here, he was a little confused. Why were there so many low buildings everywhere, but only this area was an empty space?

However, this is all a story for another day.