The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Meng Xuanhe now saw the woman's face clearly, it was Li Chuan.

I originally thought that meeting her in Suzhou was a coincidence, but I didn't expect that she would follow me all the way to Yangzhou.

No matter how good her temper was, she couldn't stand Li Chuan's persistence, as if he was determined to kill her.

"Lichuan, what exactly do you want to do?" Meng Xuanhe said coldly.

Even though she had disguised herself, it was useless to someone as skilled in martial arts as Li Chuan. She recognized Meng Xuanhe at a glance.

Li Chuan gritted her teeth. She could no longer enter Bianjing. But fortunately, Yan Qing was watching and sent someone to tell her about Meng Xuan's whereabouts.

Yan Qing has confirmed that the person trapped in Meng Xuanhe's mansion is Xie Lin, the third prince of Beiliang. Since it is inconvenient for him to take action in Nanmeng, he contacted Li Chuan and prepared to threaten Meng Xuanhe to release him.

Li Chuan didn't know Xie Lin's identity at first, but Yan Qing didn't hide it that night and told Li Chuan Xie Lin's identity directly. Li Chuan was even more shocked. She didn't expect that Meng Xuan had stolen their gold and silver butterfly Gu and imprisoned the prince of Beiliang.

"He is the prince of Beiliang, how dare you be so bold." Seeing that his attack failed, Li Chuan secretly shot arrows from his sleeves, aiming at Meng Xuanhe's arms and legs.

Yan Liujing was about to make a move when several Wuxian women in black appeared. They did not attack Yan Liujing, but held her tightly.

Yan Liujing bit her lower lip with her silver teeth, watching Meng Xuan and the situation over there with a trembling heart.

Seeing the sleeve arrows getting closer, Meng Xuanhe frowned slightly. Although she had already stepped into Qingdao, in such a hard fight of martial arts, she, who practiced the art of painting, was somewhat useless.

She bent down to block several hidden arrows with her superior insight, but she was unable to dodge the other one, which pierced her arm directly. The sharp pain made her sweat coldly and her eyes became colder.

Seeing that several other sleeve arrows were about to pierce her skin, Meng Xuanhe no longer hesitated and didn't want to care whether Li Chuan was the heroine or not. She directly activated the magic formula and planned to fight to the death with Li Chuan.

At this moment, a long sword with a transparent white blade came out in response, and the sunlight poured down, giving the cold sword a jade-like luster. The hilt of the sword was warm, just like the man in a blue brocade robe, with his black hair flying high, dancing in the breeze, and the startled shadow of a swimming dragon.

"Are you, the owner of Sun Moon Villa?" Li Chuan's sleeve arrows were all blocked by the man's sword. He looked stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that this sure-hit attack could be easily resolved by this man.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her eyes slightly subtle. She was the goddess of Wuxian, with extraordinary martial arts and superb medical skills, but she could never hurt this witch at all.

At first it was Yan Chengan, and later in the capital, he was protected by Emperor Nan Meng. When he came to Yangzhou, he was surrounded by a master like Yi Huaizhi. Li Chuan looked at Meng Xuanhe angrily, with unspeakable emotions rising in his heart.

"Madam Wei, are you okay?" Yi Huaizhi stretched out his hand and lifted Meng Xuanhe's arm. Meng Xuanhe let out a slight hiss because of the pain.

Yi Huaizhi noticed Meng Xuanhe's injuries and looked up at the culprit.

"Goddess Wuxiang, openly attacking and injuring people in the street is probably against the ancestral rules." Yi Huaizhi and Li Chuan are both people with extraordinary status in the martial arts world. They recognized each other as soon as they met.

"It's better for you at Sun Moon Villa to stay out of my Wuxian clan's affairs."

Li Chuan snorted coldly, knowing that he could not attack Meng Xuanhe today. He tapped his toes and disappeared on the spot, and the Wuxiang people who had entangled Yan Liujing also disappeared with him.

"This sleeve arrow contains the strange poison of the Wuxiang tribe. Madam Wei, let's find a place to heal our wounds." Yi Huaizhi looked at Meng Xuanhe's arm. The place where the sleeve arrow pierced was already oozing purple blood.

Meng Xuanhe nodded, the poison gradually spread. Half of her arm was numb, luckily she met Yi Huaizhi today. Meng Xuanhe sighed slightly in her heart, the mage and the assassin fighting hand-to-hand was really exhausting for her.

Yan Liujing was standing aside. She recognized Yi Huaizhi's identity. Due to the situation, she had no time to ask and decided to find a clinic to detoxify first.

Yi Huaizhi carefully took out the sleeve arrow, moving gently, trying not to hurt Meng Xuanhe. This strange poison spreads very quickly. If an ordinary person is infected, the whole body will be poisoned within two days.

Fortunately, there is an antidote to this poison in Sun Moon Villa.

"I have suppressed the poison temporarily, but it won't last long without an antidote. Madam Wei, please come back to the capital with me as soon as possible to prevent the poison from spreading."

Meng Xuanhe originally planned to return to Beijing with everyone tomorrow, but unexpectedly this happened. The current situation does not allow her to delay. Yi Huaizhi is a martial arts master, and he can take her flying with a sword, and the speed is completely different from that of a carriage.

After saying goodbye to Yan Liujing, she set out on the journey back to Beijing with Yi Huaizhi. Unlike the leisurely and carefree time when she came here, this trip back to Beijing seemed much more heavy.

"Master, the business of the Yangzhou shop has not been completed yet. Are you in a hurry to return to Beijing now?" said a pretty woman next to Yi Huaizhi. She was wearing a moon-white short dress and a soft sword hung around her waist. She looked like a wandering person.

"Madam Wei has been poisoned by Wu Xiang, so she must return to the villa immediately." Yi Huaizhi replied to her.

Meng Xuanhe felt a little embarrassed when she heard this. She already owed him a favor because Yi Huaizhi had helped her. Now she had to rush back to Beijing for her, so she couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"I'm so sorry for delaying your original business." Meng Xuanhe said with a little apology.

Yi Huaizhi shook his head, seemingly unconcerned: "It's okay, it's not a big deal. This is my junior sister Fusang, who grew up in Sun Moon Villa like me."

Fusang raised her chin and nodded towards Meng Xuanhe. She was surrounded by a pure and elegant temperament, with a faint and elegant bamboo fragrance.

Sun Moon Villa is not only the world's most famous wealth house, but also a sacred place for martial arts in the hearts of many people in the martial arts world. The inner sect of Sun Moon Villa is mainly for practicing martial arts, and the selection method of the owner of the villa is also based on martial arts.

Meng Xuanhe knew that Yihuai was a master of martial arts, and the woman in front of him, Fusang, was no ordinary person either.

Fusang originally went to Yangzhou with Yi Huaizhi to do business, but now that Yi Huaizhi was leaving, she was left alone.

After Yi Huaizhi said hello to her, the two of them set out on the journey back to Beijing. She originally thought that scenes like flying with a sword could only be seen in TV dramas, but now she didn't expect that she would be able to experience it in person.

"Madam Wei, don't worry, I'm controlling you with my inner strength, you won't fall." Yi Huaizhi's voice as gentle as spring breeze came, but Meng Xuanhe was still reluctant to let go of the sword he was holding tightly.

The two of them walked to a place with white and bright clouds, surrounded by auspicious clouds and towering mountains.

The veil-like mist was mysterious and ethereal, rolling in white and free. Below, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, the land was blessed with talents, but Meng Xuanhe had no intention of watching. The man standing in front of her flying on a sword was wearing a blue brocade robe, unstained by dust, and was as elegant as an exiled immortal, with a graceful demeanor.

It is a nobleness and elegance that cannot be expressed in words or paintings. It truly lives up to the saying that "the joy is like the ninth spring, and the chill is like the autumn frost."

However, unlike Yi Huaizhi's elegance, Meng Xuanhe looked much more embarrassed.

As a modern person in the 21st century who is afraid of heights, she has been lying on the sword since she started to pick up the sword, with her hands and feet tightly wrapped around the hilt, for fear that she would fall down accidentally and lose her life. No matter how Yi Huaizhi comforted her, he would not let her let go of her hands.