One was dead, one was alive.

Yan Tieshan's chest was pierced by a long sword. The long sword was clearly not Lu Xiaofeng's weapon.

Huo Tianqing, who was watching coldly from the side, supported Yan Tieshan's tottering figure. "Who did this?"

His voice was mournful, as if he was extremely angry.

Princess Danfeng threw the long sword and its scabbard at Huo Tianqing's feet. "It was me!

I am the Golden Roc's daughter, his creditor! "

Yan Tieshan had been stabbed, so he didn't have much time left to live. He looked at Huo Tianqing, as if he hadn't finished speaking, and then he breathed his last.

Ximen Chuixue looked at Princess Danfeng, who had casually thrown away her sword in its scabbard. His voice was even colder. "You don't deserve to use a sword."

Just now, although Su Shaoying had launched a sneak attack, it was a sneak attack that was destined to fail. Ximen Chuixue had only criticized him for being shameless.

But regarding Princess Danfeng's behavior, he couldn't be more straightforward and said that she didn't deserve to use a sword.

Princess Danfeng was unconvinced. She glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, but didn't get any reaction. She snorted.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't look at Princess Danfeng. He looked at Huo Tianqing. "Yan Tieshan was originally a traitor of the Golden Roc dynasty. It's not unexpected that his creditor, Princess Danfeng, would take his place."

Huo Tianqing lowered his head. "I know that he was a traitor, and I also know that this isn't unexpected. But I also know that he is my benefactor."

After saying this, he fiercely glared at Princess Danfeng. "I will return all the wealth my master owes you, but you owe my master a life. You must take good care of it and wait for me to come and take it!"

After saying this, he held Yan Tieshan's body and disappeared from everyone's sight with qinggong.

Princess Danfeng had been angered twice in a row. She wanted to find Lu Xiaofeng for comfort, but who knew that Lu Xiaofeng also didn't agree with her sneak attack.

"He … He harmed our family so miserably. If he hadn't betrayed us, we would have had a chance to restore our country. You … you don't know anything and …"

Tears were a woman's best weapon.

Especially beautiful women.

So Lu Xiaofeng didn't make things difficult for her. he just sighed, turned, and walked away.

He really didn't know why he was trapped in a situation, which had nothing to do with himself.... he really didn't know why he was trapped in a situation........

It didn't feel good to be used as a knife.

During the day, Lu Xiaofeng had already suffered some misfortune, and in the evening there was another misfortune.

Perhaps it's tit for tat.

When Lu Xiaofeng and Yang Muzhi met for the first time, Yang Muzhi was taking a bath when Lu Xiaofeng barged in.

This time, when it was Lu Xiaofeng's turn to take a bath, someone else barged in.

Moreover, it was three women who barged in.

The three women were dressed like heroines, and they all carried their own swords. They weren't surprised to see Lu Xiaofeng taking a bath naked. They just turned their backs on him.

This is interesting.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed. "When did three of Emei's Four Beauties break into a man's room at night?"

The older of the three women didn't get angry at the man's teasing. She asked, "Did my martial brother Su Shaoying die at the hands of Ximen Chuixue?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "I know. You want to find Ximen Chuixue.

If you find him, you might as well tell him that I'm also looking for him. "

Following which, a younger girl tugged at the sleeve of the previous girl with a soft voice. "Eldest Senior Sister …"

The eldest martial sister of Emei's Four Beauties, Ma Xiuzhen, asked, "Is the woman with you really the princess of the Golden Roc dynasty?

Then you should also know my master's identity, right? "

After slowly washing and putting on his clothes, Lu Xiaofeng wanted to stroke his beard, but he touched nothing. "I don't know if you're talking about his identity as Ping Du He or as the Tower Lord of Tsing Yi Lou?"

Ma Xiuzhen was quite dissatisfied with his playful attitude. "Don't slander my master!

He's not the Tower Lord of Tsing Yi Lou! "

"Then are you going to say that Hosho is the Tower Lord of Tsing Yi Lou?"

"How do you know?

Martial sister, she … "

How do I know?

Muzhi sending a message through Wanmei Villa's spies was one thing, but now that Yan Tieshan was dead, the Tower Lord of Tsing Yi Lou was naturally either Dugu Yihe or Hosho. What else was there to say?

"If you're done asking questions, then please forgive me, Lu Xiaofeng, for not seeing you out."

With no one to keep him company, perhaps he would have been in the mood to drink a few cups in the past, but unfortunately, his mood today was simply terrible.

Ma Xiuzhen clenched the sword in her hand and lowered her head. "Under the orders of my master, I came to invite Young Master Lu to a meal at the Jewellery Pavilion tomorrow afternoon. I wonder if Young Master Lu's master would be willing to honor us?"

Everything was possible in this world. He originally thought that he would have to spend a lot of effort to meet someone, but it turned out that he would be able to meet someone who delivered himself to his doorstep.

Lu Xiaofeng had no reason to refuse. Seeing that he agreed, the three girls had nothing else to say and left in unison.

It was just that the time they left was too unfortunate, too coincidental.

The swordsman stood upright under the moonlight, his snow-white robe elongated, and a long sword in a black scabbard was slung diagonally behind his back.

It was Ximen Chuixue, the person they were looking for.

Ma Xiuying drew her sword almost immediately, the sword gleaming. Her voice was cold. "You're Ximen Chuixue?"

Ximen Chuixue lowered his head, a lock of long hair falling down, adding a bit of gentleness to it. "You want to take revenge?

It's like throwing an egg against a rock. "

The three female disciples of Emei were used to being flattered by the people of Jianghu. Coupled with their senior brother's blood feud, they immediately drew their swords and flew away.

But they were stopped before they could move more than a few feet. The person who came had a white beard, but was full of energy. "Don't be rude."

Seeing this, the female disciples all bowed down. "Master!"

Even the swordsman who refused to look at them before said, "Please fight!"

The person waved the horsetail whisk in his hand. "When this matter is over, there will be a fight."

It turned out that he was one of the "Peak Six", the head of Emei, Dugu Yihe.

…

Sun Xiuqing couldn't make it to Shanxi in time, so she stayed in Wanmei Villa.

After seeing the beautiful Mr. Yang Muzhi, she also saw the gentle Seventh Young Master of the Hua Family, Hua Manlou. Even if the two of them just stood there quietly, they would be like a fine painting.

"Are all the men at the foot of the mountain like this?" Sun Xiuqing thought.

She was adopted by her master, Dugu Yihe, and lived on Mount Emei since she was a child. The men she met were all from the same sect. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for a long time, but she had never felt so amazed.

Hua Manlou, who was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, smiled at her and poured a cup of tea. "Miss Sun, are you worried about your master?

I think there will be a reply soon after the news spread. Don't worry. "

After whispering thanks, Sun Xiuqing asked, "Do you want me to push Childe Hua to the back of the mountain for a walk?"

The wooden wheelchair was Yang Muzhi's work. He gave the design to the housekeeper of Wanmei Villa and got what he wanted in just six hours. With this wheelchair, Hua Manlou wouldn't be too restricted even if he couldn't walk.

And because of Sun Xiuqing's visit, as the host, Hua Manlou couldn't accompany Yang Muzhi to study and study. He had to entertain the guests.

It was inappropriate to let the guests sit with him. Besides, Hua Manlou wasn't the kind of person who would go against the girl's wishes. When he was about to agree, he heard a "dong" in the study.

It was like the sound of a body hitting the floor.

Almost in an instant, Hua Manlou realized that something had happened to Yang Muzhi, who was studying medicine in the study. "Muzhi!"

Before he finished speaking, he struggled to stand up and staggered toward the study.

Sun Xiuqing was shocked by his reaction and didn't recover for a while. When she arrived at the study, she saw Yang Muzhi in Hua Manlou's arms.

Everyone said that even though the Flower God Hua Manlou was blind, he had never held a grudge against him. Instead, he treated everything as if it was nothing.

However, it was obviously not like this. Sun Xiuqing watched Hua Manlou repeatedly shout "Muzhi" to transmit internal force to the person in his arms. It was completely different from being calm.

He cared about the person in his arms, too much.

In an instant, Sun Xiuqing had a bold idea.

Because of Hua Manlou's internal force, Yang Muzhi quickly woke up. "Hua Manlou?

Where's your wheelchair?

Your … your legs are better? "

His voice was still rising. He was surprised and happy.

Hua Manlou shook his head and asked him in a deep voice, "Brother Yang, what happened to you just now?

You almost scared … someone. "

After sitting up, Yang Muzhi quickly pulled out silver needles of different lengths from the acupuncture points all over his body. This was the culprit that made him faint.

Ever since that day when he tried to use acupuncture on Hua Manlou and had the opposite effect, he often tested the needles on his own body. Just now, it was just that he didn't grasp the depth of the needle properly.

Hearing the sound of the silver needles being pulled out, Hua Manlou naturally understood the reason. He frowned and said as if he was reprimanding him, "You're really reckless."

Yang Muzhi's discomfort from before had already recovered. After standing up, he carried Hua Manlou to the wheelchair and smiled as he begged for mercy. "It's better to use it on my own body, isn't it?"

Then he smiled at Sun Xiuqing, who was standing by the door of the study. "I'm really sorry for scaring you just now."

Sun Xiuqing shook her head and stammered, unable to say anything.

After such a thing happened, only Yang Muzhi could act as if nothing had happened. He said that he still had to read and sent Hua Manlou to take Sun Xiuqing to walk around to relax.

Hua Manlou's expression was not good, but he still agreed.

Pushing the wheelchair for a stroll in the peach blossom forest behind the mountain, Sun Xiuqing felt as if she had a rabbit in her arms. She had thousands of thoughts in her mind, but she didn't know how to express them.

Sensing her emotional fluctuations, Hua Manlou said considerately, "Miss Sun, what's on your mind?

Just say it. "

"I just saw … saw that Childe Hua was very worried about Mr. Yang."

The person sitting in the wheelchair smiled softly with a hint of helplessness and sweetness. "Brother Yang is a sincere person. He's my best friend."

Sun Xiuqing stopped pushing the wheelchair and asked softly, "Just a good friend?

Nothing else? "

"What else?"

"Admiration."

A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossom forest was filled with petals. The scene could be called spectacular.

It made the atmosphere between the man and the woman even more strange.

After some time, Hua Manlou closed his eyes. "Yes."

Her guess was proven. Sun Xiuqing opened her eyes wide, but when she thought about it carefully, it didn't seem to be shocking.