The villain has a white moonlight

Ji Wuxian's footsteps faltered, and he frowned slightly and looked towards the notice wall.

"Friends, let's go and have a look." Fu Mengsheng looked worried.

Last night, there were only some advertisements for aquatic products on the bulletin board of local news and gossip. Now there is an arrest warrant. The wanted person, whose name was circled by cinnabar, signed with the joint seals of the three great immortal sects.

Ji Wuxian recognized Lang Huayan and the swordsman in the ghost market on the Cliff of Bugui, like the shadow of a flower in a mirror·Luo Yafeng.

The crowd in front of the notice wall was discussing the major event that happened to the Shushan Donggong family.

"So... Dong Gongyue, the suzerain of the Eastern Palace, was assassinated?" A monk asked with a pale face.

"He was killed with a single knife," the gray-clothed man next to him sighed, "The murderer is trying to imitate that demon Ji Wuxian!"

"My God, I really can't see how this sloppy boy in the painting has such strength? It's so scary!" Someone licked his tongue while gnawing on a melon.

"This Rujinghuaying was a wanted criminal before. At that time, he was still a third-level dangerous person, and now he has been promoted to a first-level dangerous person."

"Think about it, what kind of person is the Sect Master of the Eastern Palace, but he is the god of war in the crucible of the moon! Although Luo Yafeng used the shady method of assassination, how many people in the world can take the life of the Sect Master of the Eastern Palace? The danger factor is off the charts, okay?!"

"Friend Daoist, what you said is exaggerating. Only Ji Wuxian is the only one with a high risk factor in cultivating the world, okay? Huang Quanjun, the master of the ghost city, can barely get in. If this Luo Yafeng is not holding hostages, how can he escape? Donggong family."

"I'll just say it casually, what are you doing so seriously?" The man rolled his eyes.

"I just refuted it casually, fellow daoists, why should you be so narrow-minded!" The speaker didn't even gnaw on the melon.

"You son of a bitch, have you ever run out of eccentricities?!" After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to rush over.

"Hey, it's too late to fight, come on! Don't worry about it!" The other party didn't show any weakness.

"Excuse me, both of you." Fu Mengsheng stepped forward, saluted, and said gently, "Who is the hostage?"

Seeing someone interrupted by someone who didn't know each other, the two people who were so angry were so blocked that they wanted to curse, but they saw that the person who came was a fairy, like a bright moon, clear and pleasant, and the first opening was like a spring breeze, comforting people Mood, the dispute was immediately resolved.

"I heard it's the eldest lady of the Donggong family, Donggongfu." One of them replied, and just after finishing speaking, he shuddered, like a small sick needle piercing his bone, he looked around in fright, and found nothing unusual, so he was relieved .

Others also felt the instant cold, and someone crossed their arms and muttered, "Could it be that Luo Yafeng is nearby?"

Fu Mengsheng knew where the cold killing intent came from at that moment, and said softly to Ji Wuxian, "Friend, let's go."

Ji Wuxian nodded, turned around and pushed aside the crowd, making way for Fu Mengsheng, who was about to leave the notice wall.

But the group of people's discussions continued, and someone asked the man who ate melons: "How do you know that Miss Donggong was kidnapped? Didn't it say in the notice?"

"My cousin is a student of the Donggong family. I saw it with my own eyes that night. As for why the notice was not written, I don't know." Brother Chigua shrugged.

"The aristocratic family cares about their reputation. Miss Donggong is a girl who has not left the court. She was kidnapped by a man, and she is still from the ghost market. Writing it out will damage her reputation." Someone said thoughtfully.

The ghost market is mixed with fish and dragons, and the reputation is not good. It is rumored that most of the people in the market are eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, cheating, kidnapping and stealing.

"That's right, the Zhu Yanpin Jinfang in the ghost market is a famous sensual place, and the women in the gate are all high-quality goods. If you go to the three schools and the low class, you will let them go whoring if you give them money. I'm afraid that Dong Gongfu will be raped by the robber first and then thrown away." Let's go to the Jinjinfang, hehehe, I really want to see what happens to that bitch." A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said with a wretched smile.

"Pay attention to your words." Fu Mengsheng stopped, his words sullen.

Others also criticized the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man, but the man said nonchalantly: "Of course you can be gentlemen if you haven't been poisoned by her, but I am her victim! What is so great about being born into a family? Our patriarch was severely mocked for failing to pursue him." Fan, I went to Jinjinfang and spent a lot of money to heal my emotional injuries. During the period, I kept taking people out to vent my anger. I was beaten because of that bitch. Now I laugh at her. Isn’t it okay? Bitch..." The man opened his mouth and babbled non-stop, but a flying leaf passed by, and after a wail, he covered his mouth in pain and fell to his knees. Bright red blood gushed out of his mouth, and the rest of the words could not be uttered.

A piece of scarlet flesh fell on the ground, it was the half of the man's tongue.

Everyone moved aside in disgust, away from that disgusting thing.

Fu Mengsheng ignored the man who cut off his tongue and hurriedly sought medical treatment, and left with Ji Wuxian.

The melon-eating man looked at the white-clothed priest and the red-clothed swordsman going away, and felt that this scene was a bit familiar. He suddenly remembered that Ji Wuxian was rumored to be in red with curly hair. The head of the gods and ghosts, they should all die just now, right?

Ji Wuxian walked forward with a sullen face, if he hadn't taken care of the floating dream, the man before would have lost not only his tongue but also his head.

Fu Mengsheng followed behind him to the end of the trestle bridge, and the passenger ship to the south of the Yangtze River was about to leave, but Ji Wuxian stopped in his footsteps.

The wind blowing from the surface of the river carries the smell of fresh water, and snow-white waves appear on the tidal flats, and large swaths of them spread out, forming a line with the gray sky.

"Friend, I want to go to Mount Shu." Ji Wuxian closed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Well, Daozi will go with you." Fu Mengsheng nodded and said softly.

The tacit understanding is in the heart, so there is no need to say more.

In a deep forest in Sichuan, under a tall and prosperous camphor tree, there were two more guests than before. A woman dressed in hibiscus and neon clothes was leaning against the tree with her eyes closed, her brows slightly frowned, and her face was a little pale. I fell asleep, but in my dream, I didn't seem to be stable, and tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Not far away, Luo Yafeng was squatting in front of a pile of dead branches and leaves, hesitating with two flint and steel in his hand.

He was on the way to flee now, lighting the bonfire would definitely attract pursuers, if he didn't start the fire, he would be fine, but the eldest lady might not be able to stand the cold in the wild.

"Tsk, I really lost my mind to bring her with me." Luo Yafeng sighed, and smashed the flint twice, the flames ignited, and the bright orange light finally dispelled the cold, wet and cold air.

Luo Yafeng walked under another tree, sat leaning against the tree, recited the mantra, and contacted Mr. Huang Quan with an earring.

"Brother Quan, I'm taking the blame. The pot is big, dark and bright. Would you like to hear the details?"

There was no answer.

"Or if you don't want to hear the details, then I will commit suicide and apologize?"

"You are hurt, like a flower in a mirror."

"Haha, little injury, thank you Brother Quan for your concern, you know I can heal myself." Luo Yafeng looked down at the big blood hole in his heart, which still hadn't healed, and said nonchalantly: "I didn't expect the red line of the Donggong family Jin Ling is very powerful."

"Details."

Luo Yafeng narrowed his eyes, recalling what happened after he was imprisoned in Donggong's house.

He was not imprisoned in a prison, but an inner room similar to a secret room. The layout of the room outside the secret room is exquisite. My lord, the monk who escorted him didn't care if he pushed people in, there was a difficult formation outside, Luo Yafeng tried it, and it took a little effort to break out of the formation, so he stayed there peacefully, wanting to see What kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the person who captured him.

After staying there for three days, no one came to take care of him, he couldn't sit still, and was about to break out and go out to see what was going on, but he heard the sound of conversation.

"Little Eleven, I will stay for a few more days when I come back this time." The elder's voice was full of spirit, and his steps were steady.

"It's a must! I'll definitely wait until my eldest brother celebrates his birthday before leaving." The young man said with a smile, his tone was a typical idle young man, he seemed to be weak, and his steps were a little fluffy.

It sounds like it should be the head of the Donggong family and Donggong Shenyue.

When the two arrived at the front hall, Luo Yafeng smashed a big cloisonné vase casually, there was no response from outside, as expected they couldn't hear any movement here, guessing that the good show might be about to start, so they pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"Brother, come to Pinpin. I specially brought back Tieguanyin from Nanling for you." Donggong Shenyue made tea and said with a smile.

Then the two began to chat about household matters. Donggong Shenyue talked about what he had seen and heard during his recent travels, while the older one listened patiently and responded with a few sentences from time to time. The congratulatory gift from Jiaxianmen has been delivered, should it be stored now?"

"Let me do this kind of trivial matter. Eldest brother, you drink tea first, and younger brother, I will go back as soon as I go." Donggong Shenyue smiled, and then went out with the monk.

It was quiet outside, only Dong Gongyue was left tasting tea alone, Luo Yafeng felt a little bored, and was about to squint for a while, but heard the other party sternly said: "Xiao Xiao, who hides his head and tail, get out and get beaten!"

"..." Luo Yafeng secretly said that he was wronged, and it wasn't that he wanted to hide here.

As the bell rang lightly, the formation outside the secret room was immediately broken, and when the bell rang again, the huge stone door collapsed.

Dong Gongyue hadn't set foot in the secret room yet, but the red-threaded golden bell struck like a golden-armored red snake, carrying fierce murderous aura like lightning. Luo Yafeng subconsciously took the knife, and was shocked to realize that only one of the two swords was left. Before he could react, the red-lined golden bell was gone Fate came, pierced his heart, and while blood gushed out, Luo Yafeng drew out a single sword to block the second blow, the opponent's foundation was deep, after a few moves, he was already a little powerless, and was about to take the road to escape, but he heard Dong Gongyue groaning There was a sound, followed by the sound of its body falling to the ground, and the golden bell, which lost its owner's control, immediately lost its killing intent.

It turns out that both Dong Gongyue and himself have been clearly arranged by the conspirators. Guessing what will happen next, Luo Yafeng strode out of the secret room and saw Donggongyue lying face down on the ground. Big pool of blood, it can be seen that the murderer shot very quickly and ruthlessly, with a knife stuck in the back of his heart, and the peacock feathers on the handle of the knife fluttered desolately in the draft.

He unhurriedly walked to the corpse, took off his other knife, and muttered silently in his heart, and sure enough, someone outside the room shouted in panic, assassin!Catch the assassin!

Luo Yafeng looked down at the unhealed wound, weighed the knife twice, and smiled slightly, it seemed that he was going to break out of the siege.