Moonlight and wind

"Is the news reliable?"

"Nine percent!"

"If we act rashly like this, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of!" the man with the scar on his face said viciously, "I've had enough of He Batian! He's just a martial arts master, but he suppresses us! It's so frustrating just thinking about it!"

"But he is the spy of the Emperor in the Western Regions after all," said another man who was wiping the sword in his hand. "He Batian is indeed nothing to be afraid of, but we have to think carefully about the Emperor behind him!"

"Hmph!" The scarred man snorted coldly, "A weak old man with no strength! If he dares to take even a single step out of Wudu, I will destroy him!"

The man put down the knife in his hand and looked towards the window cautiously, "Be careful what you say!" Then he continued to wipe his big knife, "Rumor has it that the young master of the Northern Kingdom has completed his journey to the Southern Border. Although there is no definite news about his martial arts, I heard that his appearance changed drastically, and his hair turned white the moment his martial arts breakthrough!"

"He is a rare talent in martial arts. I am not surprised at all what level he can reach, even if it is Wuji." He turned to look at the man, "Why are you mentioning that guy for no reason?"

"That guy is on his way to the Western Regions!"

The scarred man's eyes suddenly lit up, and greed was evident in his eyes. "This is a good opportunity!"

"Don't even think about it!" The man waved his hands. "Just based on his white hair, none of us can match him!"

"Since he is coming, then," the scarred man raised his eyebrows, "the guys from Longxiang Villa will probably be busy!"

"That's right!" The man finally put the sword back into the scabbard. "These past few days, my men have often reported seeing the young master of Longxiang Villa traveling without his eldest disciple. I guess he is here to welcome that man."

"Oh?" The scarred man rolled his eyes, "The young master is the only one here? Why don't we..."

The scarred man continued to whisper close to the other man's ear. The more the man listened, the more frightened he became, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I advise you not to do this!" The man pushed the scarred man away. "Let's not talk about the power of Longxiang Villa. Even if it's the young master with natural supernatural powers, you can't take advantage of him at all!"

"Just wait and see!"

"Sister Wenxiu," He Yanqiu lifted the curtain on the carriage and looked at a shop for rent. He knew that Dan Zimo didn't need anything, so he probably would open a tea shop in the small town at the foot of the mountain - Tuoling Town. So why not give him a shop? "I'll go take a look at the shop. You wait for me in the courtyard first. My brother is going there today, too. Don't make him wait anxiously."

"But..." Wen Xiu was about to hold He Yanqiu back, "Young Master, there is no one with you. Wen Xiu doesn't dare to leave alone!"

"Just put your heart at ease!" He Yanqiu gently broke free from Wenxiu's hand, "In Tuoling Town, no one can beat me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the strong body disappeared from Wenxiu's sight like a gust of wind.

"Miss Wenxiu, what should we do?" the coachman Tu Fang asked anxiously.

Wen Xiu sighed softly, "Forget it, let's go to the courtyard first, so we can tell the young master the news."

"Hey! Listen to Miss Wenxiu!" Tu Fang drove the carriage towards the courtyard.

"Where has Yanqiu gone again?" He Lingxiao sat alone on the threshold of the courtyard, watching people coming and going in front of the door, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"Brother?" He Yanqiu popped out from the corner of the street, "Why are you sitting here alone? Why don't you want to go in?"

"That's easy to say," He Lingxiao stood up, looking unhappy, and pointed at the copper lock, "Look, can I get in?"

He Yanqiu walked up quickly and knocked on the door, "Sister Wenxiu?"

He Lingxiao frowned, "Why? You are not together?"

He Yanqiu became uneasy when he saw He Lingxiao's intimidating expression. He twisted his hands together, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw He Lingxiao's terrifying look, he didn't dare to speak.

"be honest!"

He Yanqiu shuddered, and glanced at He Lingxiao from time to time, "We separated in the street market. I want to find a suitable shop for Brother Zimo, so I asked Sister Wenxiu to come back first and wait for Brother..."

"Looking for a shop?" He Lingxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I advise you to stop worrying about it!" His expression became serious again. "Now the most important thing is to find Wenxiu!"

"Little Lord!"

At night, the brother and sister, who had been searching for the whole day, found nothing.

Suddenly, the driver Tu Fang shouted outside the door, and the brother and sister rushed out.

Tu Fang knelt down in front of the two men and said, "I am so incompetent. Sister Wenxiu has been kidnapped!"

"Who is it!" He Lingxiao's eyes widened, his hands clenched into fists, veins bulging, as if he was about to throw a punch in the next second.

"I didn't see it clearly." Tu Fang knocked his head to the ground. "After I separated from the young master, I rushed to the courtyard. At the corner of the street, someone covered my head with a sack. From the sound, there seemed to be three or four people. Sister Wenxiu was dragged out of the car and taken away by them."

"Why did you come back just now?" He Yanqiu's chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed to release the anger in her heart.

"I took off the sack and didn't dare to delay for a moment. I followed their trail all the way out of Tuoling Town," Tu Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "but I still lost them!"

"Didn't that group of people see the emblem of Longxiang Villa hanging on your carriage?" He Lingxiao asked in a low voice, suppressing his anger.

"In my opinion," Tu Fang looked at He Lingxiao timidly, "those people are coming for the young master!"

"What!" He Yanqiu jumped up, "Where did this villain come from?"

"Why do you think so?"

Tu Fang tried to recall: "The incident happened suddenly at that time, and I was really scared, but I seemed to hear them talking in a low voice, saying that this is the carriage of the young master of Longxiang Villa!"

"It seems that," He Lingxiao crossed his arms over his chest, "you have been going down the mountain frequently in the past few days, and the villains have figured out your whereabouts. Seeing that there are no disciples following you, it is indeed a good time to strike!"

"Where is Sister Wenxiu now?" He Yanqiu pulled up Tu Fang who was still kneeling on the ground, "Take me to find her!"

"I lost Sister Wenxiu at Tuofeng Mountain in the west of the town," Tu Fang said with tears in his eyes, not hiding his guilt, "I think Sister Wenxiu should be nearby!"

"Tuofeng Mountain?" He Lingxiao thought for a moment, "That's Qiu Dahong's mountain. Could it be that he has the intention of rebelling?"

The next day, a naked female corpse was hanging on the gate of Longxiang Villa, swaying gently in the morning breeze.