Chapter 36 Chapter Thirty-Five

Outside Jingyang City, Sima Qianwu galloped wildly, the horseshoes rolled up billows of smoke and dust, and the night wind whizzed past his head, which woke him up a little bit, but his emotions never completely calmed down. He didn't wait for Zhao Ziyuan, he rode his horse and left first. Zhao Ziyuan started lightness kung fu, followed behind the horse, and shouted: "Brother Sima, wait for me—" Without turning his head back, Sima Qian shouted sharply: "Go away! I don't want anyone by my side! Get as far away as possible." Zhao Ziyuan walked slowly, kept a distance from the horse, and followed far behind. He knew that Sima Qianwu was suffering in pain and lost all reason, so how could he bear to abandon his friend just like that?

At the fourth watch, Sima Qianwu had already returned to the house, and he rode his horse straight to the gate. In order not to be exposed, Zhao Ziyuan went around again from the wall of the backyard to find a secret place to hide. But seeing that only Zhen Dingyuan and Di Yifei were left in the hall, Nuantu and Roasted Rabbit went to nowhere, and the big candle on the square table was burnt down to only a fragment. Sima Qianwu got off his horse and said: "My surname is Zhen, I'm back to pay the order!" Zhen Dingyuan rolled his eyes and said: "Where's the head?"

Sima Qianwu pointed to his neck and said: "Here is the head, come and get it!" Zhen Dingyuan said: "What? You didn't kill Zhang Juzheng?" Sima Qianwu's eyes were red, and he said: "Zhang Shoufu is an official of the country. I, Sima Qian Wuning, are unfilial people. How can I fall into injustice and destroy the Great Wall of China?" Zhao Ziyuan, who was in the dark, heard this bold words, and secretly praised: "What a Sima Qianwu! What a Sima Qianwu!" On the one hand, he was ashamed that he had secretly pointed his fingers at Sima Qianwu's backside when he was in Zhang Taishou's mansion just now. He should have believed that Sima Qianwu would not do such a thing!

Zhen Dingyuan said darkly: "You don't want your father's life?" Sima Qian said sharply: "My surname is Zhen, if you have the guts to come after me, my father has no grievances or enmities with you..." Zhen Dingyuan waved his hand and interrupted: "The old man has long expected that you will have a head like a mouse, and you won't be able to make a move, so he ordered Nuantu and Roasted Rabbit to follow you and sneak into Zhang Taishou's mansion. At this moment, they will probably hand over Zhang Juzheng's head—— " Sima Qian Wudao: "Old thief, you—" He was so frightened that he couldn't say the following words anymore.

Zhao Ziyuan's heart was also shocked, and he secretly regretted it. After all, he was not experienced enough, he didn't think carefully, he only cared about Sima Qianwu's reckless actions, and didn't expect Zhen Dingyuan to make such a move, which led to this fatal negligence. What a ploy One step away, everything is exhausted. At this moment, I suddenly heard a deep voice saying: "My surname is Zhen, you are so cunning, I'm afraid God will not let you do what you want this time! Hey, hey." As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of wind in the hall, and a figure flashed in lightly. Zhao Ziyuan stared at it, but it was the old shopkeeper who left and returned.Di Yifei was startled, and blurted out:

"Are you the shopkeeper?" The old man ignored Di Yifei and said to Zhen Dingyuan: "You have worked so hard to set up this series of poisonous schemes. Among the poisonous schemes, there are actually other poisonous schemes. It is a pity that you have met someone, but you will inevitably fail." Zhen Dingyuan's eyes were uncertain, and he said: "Is it you who got in the way?" The shopkeeper chuckled and said: "How could I be so capable? The warm rabbits and roasted rabbits sent by your Excellency were scared away by a man who called himself 'Sima Daoyuan' before they arrived at Jingyang City. I saw this with my own eyes..."

Sima Qianwu trembled and murmured: "Sima Daoyuan? Sima Daoyuan? Are you right?" The shopkeeper said: "Although that man calls himself Sima Daoyuan, I can see that he is a fake." Sima Qianwu said in astonishment: "How does the old man know that he is pretending to be my father?" The shopkeeper said: "How can a person be resurrected after death, what is he not a counterfeit?" Di Yifei sneered and said: "Bad old man, you don't do business, what nonsense are you talking about when you come here? I will send you away first." With a swing of both fists, he punched straight at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper took three steps back and said, "I have something to say, I have something to say." When he retreated to the third step, he stood still, his chest suddenly straightened out, and the old look on his body was swept away. He turned his right hand over like a vulture, and turned back three steps away. A palm. Di Yifei said: "I can't see that you are hiding something." As soon as the words fell, the palm turned upside down, and the internal force was like a turbulent and turbulent giant wave, pressing towards the opponent one after another, the shopkeeper's hand unexpectedly couldn't push it out anymore.

The shopkeeper let out a muffled snort, swayed his shoulders slightly, and changed to another position. His palms were staggered at the same time, and he hit several palms in succession. With no chance to catch his breath, Di Yifei's face was terrified until he attacked the sixteenth move. Di Yifei stretched his fists to the left and closed to the right, and when the air of his fists reached his body, he could suddenly spit out his internal strength. As soon as the two forces touched, Di Yifei felt a huge shock all over his body, and he staggered back a step. He was amazed and surprised. He didn't expect that the bad old man in his eyes would have such pure and vigorous internal force. It was too big to underestimate the enemy, so that he suffered this hidden loss.

Di Yifei shouted angrily: "Old man, try to catch this palm again!" The expression on his face suddenly became very solemn, the joints all over his body were rattling, and the palms gradually turned an abnormal green color.Seeing this, Sima Qianwu on the side cried out: "Blue-pattern palm!...Saibei green-pattern palm!..." Di Yifei smiled coldly, his palm was stiff and unbent, and he looked at the shopkeeper and rushed towards him. The old shopkeeper flicked his sleeves, and the true strength of the inner family swung out from the bottom of the sleeves. After a sudden shock, Di Yifei's body suddenly rose into the air, and he slammed down with his palm.

Zhao Ziyuan was horrified when he saw this. On the same day, he saw Di Yifei send out this "blue-patterned palm", which was as strong as Shaolin Dharma's abbot Jue Hai Shenseng. Unknown, whether he can receive this palm is still a question, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help worrying about him a hundred and twenty times. All of a sudden, the old shopkeeper suddenly lowered his body, waved his right palm, his arms trembled four times, and the surrounding air suddenly made a piercing sound. Phenomena, the shopkeeper used it casually like this, it is obvious that the internal force has reached the peak. Di Yifei's plunging body froze suddenly, and then fell back to the original place. He stood there for a while, then said: "You... who the hell are you?" The old shopkeeper smiled and said: "Old shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop, don't you recognize him? You just took that 'Green Rhinoceros Soldier' ​​from the shop this afternoon—" Zhen Dingyuan stepped out with a sword in his hand, and said: "Did you let Di Yifei take this 'Green Rhinoceros Soldier' ​​on purpose? You used the sword as bait in order to make a bigger deal, right?" "Lord Zhen knows my heart very well, haha, he knows my heart very well." Zhen Dingyuan said: "You changed your identity and concealed your name. There must be a conspiracy in it." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "Small meaning, small meaning, compared to the ongoing conspiracy of Lord Zhen, it is nothing compared to the big picture." Di Yifei couldn't help but angrily said: "Shopkeeper, no matter how you pretend, Di will definitely reveal your true face tonight..." The store manager interface said: "Speaking of pretending, you, surnamed Di, are the first person in the world who can pretend. You clearly helped Zhen Dingyuan, but secretly colluded with Wu Xiaoqiu. Yinzi, bribed Zhen Dingyuan to assassinate Daofu, the intention behind this is really unpredictable." Di Yifei's complexion changed, and he said: "Don't talk nonsense!" Zhen Dingyuan acted as if he had never heard of it, and said slowly: "It's better not to ask about such things." The shopkeeper said: "We are the most sensible people in business. We don't do our own business, so naturally we don't ask about it. I just mentioned it in passing, haha..." At the end of the talk, he laughed dryly several times, and it was taken as a pass. With a choking sound, Zhen Dingyuan showed the sword in his hand, and an invisible sword energy was forced out from the tip of the sword, and the cold light flashed instantly. As soon as he held the sword in his hand, he faintly exuded an inexplicable aura of aggressiveness, exuding the unique aura of holding a sword in his hand, which made people dare not look at him closely. Di Yifei and Sima Qianwu in the hall were both forced by the imposing manner of his sword, "peddling" "peddling" "peddling", both of them took three steps backward unconsciously—— Even Zhao Ziyuan, who was hiding outside the hall, felt a burst of cold air hit his body, the cold in the middle of the night was not too severe, he was already shivering from the cold. Only the old shopkeeper didn't seem to feel anything, and said nonchalantly: "What a sword! The Azure Rhinoceros Soldier really lives up to its reputation." At this moment, he actually praised the sword aloud, which really made people feel ridiculous. Zhen Dingyuan said, "Don't you want this precious sword anymore?" The shopkeeper said: "Although the sword is hard to find, twenty-five thousand taels of silver is enough to exchange. Besides, the rumored 'green rhinoceros' is still an ominous thing. Its holders all died violently one after another. Master Zhen, you Be careful with this sword. " Zhen Dingyuan didn't get angry, and said: "You really took the opportunity to steal the silver in those two iron boxes." The shopkeeper neither admitted nor denied, but remained silent. After a while, he coughed lightly and said: "Twenty-five thousand taels of silver is not a small amount, but in the eyes of the owner of the Shui Po Green House, it is nothing more than a drop in the bucket, not to mention that money is something outside of the body, don't you even think about it?" Di Yifei said in surprise: "You also know that the two boxes of silver came from the Shuibo Green House?" The shopkeeper laughed and said: "Didn't I just say that? I have always been most concerned about matters related to money, ha! ha!" Zhen Dingyuan said in a deep voice: "The 25,000 taels of silver, did you use it to help the saint of Kagawa?" The shopkeeper's face changed color for the first time, and he said falteringly: "I'm sorry I don't understand what Zhen Bao's words mean." Zhen Dingyuan said word by word: "Shopkeeper, you've had enough of pretending to be crazy and foolish, and take the old man's sword—" With a movement of his right wrist, he flicked the long sword, and suddenly stabbed through the air. There was a strange sound of "Ming", and the cold light reverberated around the body of the sword, and the flame of the candle on the table was covered by the sword energy, and it became lower and lower. to the end.The flames were reduced to the size of a soybean, and the whole hall suddenly became dark. Zhao Ziyuan outside the hall let out a sigh of relief, thinking: "The kung fu of Zhen Dingyuan's sword is astonishing. The invisible force alone is enough to rival the white-robed man..." The shopkeeper's face was solemn, he took a long breath of true energy, and slowly sealed his palm. Zhen Dingyuan walked the angle of the sword, the light of the sword rolled in circles, the body of the sword trembled unceasingly, unexpectedly broke through the seal of the opponent's single palm, and turned against it. Suddenly there was a sound of "Hoo", a black light came straight in from outside the hall, the black light circled in mid-air, as if it had eyes, and shot towards the sword in Zhen Dingyuan's hand. Zhen Dingyuan is such a master of martial arts, when he saw the black light attacking him, he shook his wrist suddenly, and the tip of the sword jumped, and in an instant, the black light hit the sword body—— Teng Teng, Zhen Dingyuan took two steps back to the left. On the other hand, the black light had been shot away by the sword in his hand, flying obliquely to the front right. The flames rose, and the hall was restored to its original light. Everyone stared wide-eyed and saw a big black ax sticking straight into the wall on the right. Sima Qian's heart trembled, and he blurted out: "Ghost Axe Gate! Ghost Axe Gate in West Yunnan These five words were like a thunderstorm, and everyone's faces turned pale. Zhao Ziyuan's nerves outside the hall suddenly tensed up. He had seen the inconceivable kung fu of the dead body of the Ghost Ax Sect twice before. The most eye-catching unique logo of Xiguifumen! Immediately, the hall was filled with a gloomy and chilling atmosphere, and Zhao Ziyuan's mood became more and more heavy. In the silence, a figure flashed like a ghost at the gate of the house, and a man with a black cloth mask and a black robe walked in slowly. The man was walking with heavy steps, and his black sleeves fluttered, exuding an indescribably sinister and terrifying aura, which made people shudder! Zhao Ziyuan didn't even dare to take a breath, thinking to himself: "It's him! This person came here sooner or later. I'm afraid the situation tonight will become more and more complicated." The shopkeeper coughed dryly: "Moyunshou, are you here?" He forced a smile, but there was a bit of reluctance and unnatural taste in his laughter: The masked man in black didn't respond, and slowly lied to everyone. A strange look flashed across the corner of Zhen Dingyuan's eyes, he cupped his fists and said: "Are you alright, Commander?" The man in black snorted coldly and said: "Brother Zhen has never let go of his kung fu in the past few years. Just now, the style of 'Cold River Fishing' is used on the sword, and it has almost reached the level of proficiency." Zhen Dingyuan said: "To each other, the commander's move 'Nine Ghosts Sending the Axe', isn't it the attainment of taking the head of a person from several miles away—" After a short pause, he replied: "I just don't know why the commander wants to prevent me from using the sword on this old shopkeeper?" Sima Qianwu next to him was puzzled when he heard Zhen Dingyuan claim that the man in black was "Marshal", but the shopkeeper called him "Moyunshou". He didn't know that the man in black had the titles of "Moyun Hand" and "Ghost Ax Commander", otherwise he wouldn't be so shocked.The man in black glanced over at the shopkeeper with a sinister look, and said: "This person can't let him die now!" The shopkeeper shrugged and said: "That's strange, do I need you to decide whether I am going to die or not?" Humanity in black said: "Unfortunately, the situation is exactly like this. The old man does not want you to die, so naturally you cannot die." The shopkeeper laughed and said: "What are you talking about? Don't tell me you don't want me to live, so I can't talk anymore? Mo Yunshou, you are too crazy!" The man in black laughed sinisterly and said: "You keep claiming that the old man is Moyunshou, what is the basis for it?" The shopkeeper didn't answer, but murmured: "Fourth Marquis of Lingwu, Shuanghou of Yan Palace, Moyunshou...these legendary masters are actually real people. Isn't your presence here the best proof?" The man in black opened his eyelids, shot a murderous look, and said: "How much do you know about this old man?" the shopkeeper said: "It's hard to say. Didn't you also become the ghost ax commander in western Yunnan at the same time? The two famous names in the martial arts that make people talk about it are all concentrated on you, and you alone It's hard even for me to believe that he has the dual identities of Moyun Shou and Ghost Ax Commander." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said again: "Didn't the dead bodies under the commander's door come with you?" Humanity in black said: "You'll know later..." His body didn't show any signs of movement at all, and he moved to the wall, reached out and pulled out the big black axe from the wall, and kept playing with it in his palm. His every move, every word, all faintly revealed an indescribably weird and mysterious atmosphere. Di Yifei took a step forward, clasped his fists and said: "Under Di Yifei, I have long admired the marshal's miraculous skills..." The man in black interrupted: "Old man, I heard that Lord Zhen mentioned you. It was your masterpiece to go into Shaolin alone at night and steal the Broken Sword?" Di Yifei nodded, and couldn't help but show a smug look on his face. The man in black turned his head to look at Sima Qianwu, and said: "This kid is—" Zhen Dingyuan said: "He is a descendant of Sima Daoyuan, hehe, I specially asked him to do something." The man in black let out an "oh", and a strange look flashed across his pupils. Zhen Dingyuan said: "Why doesn't the commander-in-chief let the old shopkeeper go to the underworld to meet the King of Hades?" Humanity in black said: "Just because the old man is still not sure how many secrets he knows? You may still not know that this old man was also one of the witnesses present at that night." Before Zhen Dingyuan opened his mouth, the shopkeeper asked first: " Which night?" The man in black said word by word: "Why are you pretending to be stupid? What you witnessed that night, twenty years apart, have you forgotten everything?" The shopkeeper showed a strange look, and said: "I can't forget it, I can't forget it... Those things still seem to happen last night in my memory, how could I forget it..." Zhao Ziyuan, who was hiding outside the hall, felt his heart tighten when he heard the story about Cuihu Lake. He stared at the man in black who suddenly appeared, and thought: "You also mentioned Cuihu. Could it be that he is also related to what happened that night in Cuihu?" As soon as I thought about this, I couldn't help but think of the story that I heard the saint of Kagawa talk about the siege of Xie Jinyin by three peerless masters a few days ago. While thinking about it, he suddenly discovered a strange thing—he turned his eyes occasionally, and saw a gray wagon driving straight ahead on the small road behind the house. Zhao Ziyuan hid on the eaves and was condescending, so he could see clearly. On the other hand, everyone in the hall was still talking to themselves, as if they didn't notice that there was a caravan driving behind the house. He wondered: "This caravan is suitable for driving here at this moment. It is quite intriguing. I just don't know whether the owner of the caravan is the saint of Kagawa, or Nuwa of the green house in the water?" The caravan in which the Xiangchuan Saintess and Nuwa were riding was exactly the same, so Zhao Ziyuan couldn't tell them apart. The man sitting at the front of the car and driving the horse wore a bamboo hat on his head, a cloak over his shoulders, and most of his face was covered by a bamboo hat. It was impossible to see whether it was Ma Ji or Su Jifei who was aliased as Ma Zheng? At this moment, the driver raised his head abruptly, and waved to Zhao Ziyuan on the eaves from a distance—— Zhao Ziyuan was startled suddenly, knowing that Xingzang had fallen into the other party's eyes, in order not to let the other party know, he had no choice but to rush towards the backyard with a heart of apprehension. When he got close to the caravan, he could already see that the driver was Su Jifei, whose alias was Ma Zheng, so the person sitting in the car must be the saint of Xiangchuan. Zhao Ziyuan relaxed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Su, are you here?" He knew that Su Jifei and his master were old acquaintances, so when he saw this was the driver, he was relieved immediately. Su Jifei looked quite dignified, and said: "Zi Yuan, how long have you been lurking here? Did a masked man in black walk into the hall just now?..." Zhao Ziyuan said: "Yes, besides the man in black, there is also a shopkeeper of the blacksmith shop, Zhen Dingyuan and Di Yifei are also here." Su Jifei said: "The treasurer of the blacksmith shop? Yes, he has already gone in..." He was silent for a moment and said: "The Holy Maiden wants to talk to you a few words, you have to do as she tells you, won't you?" Zhao Ziyuan subconsciously said: "Forget it." A female voice as delicate and crisp as a silver bell came from inside the carriage: "Young Master Zhao, the Fufeng Sword Style you practiced was taught by a self-cloaked man who called himself Sima Daoyuan. Was it he who led you outside the tent to find me to try the sword yesterday?" Zhao Ziyuan didn't expect her to ask this question, he was stunned for a while, and said: "Not bad." That crisp voice said: "That's it. He may want to see if the Pingfengpai I developed can restrain his Fufeng swordsmanship, but he didn't come to do it himself, which is quite beyond my expectation." The voice seemed to be talking to himself, and Erqing continued: "Let's not talk about this right now, please sneak back to the house immediately to hide your body, and after about half an hour, find a chance to throw one of the things I entrusted to you into the hall..." Zhao Ziyuan was surprised and said: "What thing?" The curtain of the car was lifted slightly, and an ivory-like arm was slowly stretched out, and the five fingers as white as onion jade were holding a white burden—— Zhao Ziyuan took the white cloth bag, confused: "Discard the burden in the hall? What is in this cloth bag? Why does the saint want me to do this?" There was no reply for a long while, and the jade arm had retracted from outside the curtain of the car. Su Jifei said: "Nephew, don't ask too many questions, as long as you follow the instructions correctly, you will understand when the time comes." After saying that, with a wave of the whip, the caravan flew away from Zhao Ziyuan's side... Zhao Ziyuan stood there in a daze for a long time, when he woke up like a dream, he looked at the white cloth bag in his hand and felt that it was swollen, he suddenly had the urge to open the bag to see what happened, but immediately he resisted the idea. Going back to the eaves, I was listening to the old shopkeeper saying intermittently: "...a big face, I forcibly covered it with black, don't think that I won't recognize you..." Humanity in black said: "It's your misfortune that you can recognize the old man." The old shopkeeper said: "Is it?" The man in black snorted coldly: "The old man asks you: Did you meet Long Huatian, the leader of the Beggar Clan's Budai Clan, when you were near Cuihu Lake that night?" The old shopkeeper thought for a moment, and said: "It happened, what do you ask?" The man in black didn't answer, and muttered to himself: "According to this, the beggar leader's claim to have been to Cuihu Lake is actually true? I really shouldn't have let him go carelessly that day—" Sima Qianwu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't hold his breath anymore, stepped forward to the old shopkeeper and bowed to the ground, and said in a deep voice: "The great change in Cuihu mentioned by the old man is related to a tragedy in Xiaoke's family. Could the old man please tell us what happened?" The old shopkeeper glanced at him and said: "Your father is Sima Daoyuan?" Sima Qianwu nodded and said: "Eighteen members of the family were killed by professional swordsmen on the boat at night, and only my father and Xiao Ke survived..." The shopkeeper said seriously: "You are wrong! Your father died that night!" Sima Qianwu lost his sonar and said: "But... But Master Zhen said that my father is being imprisoned by him in a dark prison, and just now he used this to coerce me to assassinate Zhang Shoufu..." The shopkeeper sneered and said: "This is exactly the trick played by the surname Zhen. He took advantage of the weakness of your family and lied at will. As long as you are tricked into killing Zhang Juzheng, everyone in the world will only know that it was you, Sima Qianwu. When the news spreads, It will surely arouse public outrage, and the person surnamed Zhen will snicker from the sidelines." Zhen Dingyuan's complexion changed, and he said: "Nonsense, nonsense." If Sima Qianwu realized something, he said: "How can the old man be sure that my father is dead?" The shopkeeper said: "My lord's name has been in martial arts for nearly 30 years. Although his martial arts are high, he will never escape his life from the sword of professional swordsman Xie Jinyin—" His voice became more and more serious, and his face became more and more serious: "And as far as I know, Xie Jinyin's swordsmanship is the cleanest. He didn't kill you, maybe because he couldn't bear it for a while, he deliberately left an heir for Sima Daoyuan..." Sima Qianwu hissed: "I don't believe what you say! How can a professional swordsman have humanity? If he doesn't kill me, isn't he afraid of finding him for revenge in the future?" Zhen Dingyuan scolded: "Shut up! You two, young and old, are not far from death, but what are you talking about here?" The shopkeeper said nonchalantly, "Do you want to hear me tell a story?" Speaking of this, his eyes swept the outside of the hall intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was looking forward to it, Zhao Ziyuan saw it in his eyes, his thoughts moved slightly, and he thought: "Could it be this white cloth bag that he was waiting for?" When he turned his head again, a strange thing appeared before his eyes again. I saw two rows of women dressed as concubines walking slowly from a distance on the small road behind the house. It is estimated that there are about ten people in each row. Behind the two rows of women in official attire, four big men in strong attire jointly carried an extremely gorgeous sedan chair carved with dragons and phoenixes—— It is not an exaggeration to say that the sedan chair is gorgeous. The surroundings of the sedan chair are strung with blue colored glass beads. On the top stand two colorful phoenixes whose bodies are made of agate and gold leaves. There is a red light in the belly of the phoenix, which illuminates the body of the phoenix brightly, and the remaining light is still reflected on the top of the sedan chair. When the sedan chair moves, the colorful phoenix spreads its long wings, nods its head, and looks lifelike from a distance. The sedan chair stopped at the back of the house, and the ladies in court clothes seemed to have already noticed the person hiding on the eaves, and the first one reached out to Zhao Ziyuan, which seemed to mean: "come here." Zhao Ziyuan was taken aback, secretly said: "What's going on here?" Without thinking too much, he temporarily put the white cloth bag in his hand on the eaves, shook his body, started his lightness kung fu and darted towards the sedan chair like a civet cat.The concubine who waved to him said softly: "Is this the residence of the late Sima Daoyuan?" Zhao Ziyuan responded casually: "yes". The concubine said: "What are you doing hiding on the eaves of this abandoned house? Hey, let me ask you, did an old man who looked like a shopkeeper and a masked man in black walk into this house just now?" Her question was exactly the same as what Su Jifei asked, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help being startled. Zhao Ziyuan said: "There were two people who walked in one after another. Why do you ask this question?" The concubine smiled and said: "Don't ask first, the palace will mainly talk to you." Zhao Ziyuan was surprised and said: "Your Palace Master? Where are the girls from?" The concubine's cherry lips parted slightly, and she uttered two words: "Yan Palace!" Yan Palace!The double queens of Yan Palace!These words, which are comparable to those of Mo Yunshou and the Fourth Lord of Lingwu, are like a giant clock, striking Zhao Ziyuan's heart fiercely. In less than an hour, he unexpectedly encountered it repeatedly In the martial arts world, the legends are so vivid that they look like gods, Zhao Ziyuan couldn't believe what he heard. For those who have entered, the residence of the Yan Palace is very secret, few people know its location, and the two places of the green house in the water park are regarded as the two most mysterious places in the martial arts world. The concubine seemed to have seen the surprised expression on Zhao Ziyuan's face, and said with a smile: "It's no wonder that you don't believe the little girl's words..." In the middle of the speech, she suddenly stopped, the concubine stood upright with her hands down, showing the appearance of listening. Zhao Ziyuan knew that the person sitting in the sedan chair would talk to her through "sound transmission into secret", so he didn't disturb her. After a while, the concubine opened her mouth and said: "Your Majesty wants me to tell my husband that there is something bothering you—" Zhao Ziyuan said: "But it doesn't matter." The concubine's delicate body turned slightly, and she walked to the front of the sedan chair, took a white bundle from the sedan chair, and walked back to the original place. She whispered: "The two people mentioned by the concubine just now must be in the hall at the moment. A troublesome gentleman will try to throw the white cloth bag into the hall after half an hour. After the cloth bag is out of hand, it is best to leave immediately, otherwise the Unexpected misfortune is upon us..." Zhao Ziyuan stood there in a daze, as if he had been confused by someone, just staring at the cloth bag in a daze. The concubine said softly: "What's the matter with my husband? Could it be that even such a small amount of labor is also stingy in agreeing?" Zhao Ziyuan asked Ai Ai: "Miss, you know that there is another person just now, and I will hand over the burden to the next one. What she entrusted is exactly the same as what the girl said!" The concubine didn't seem surprised, she said without thinking: "We already know this, but that person is the saint of Kagawa?" Zhao Ziyuan looked at him and said: "It turns out that this is what you guys planned..." The concubine's face sank, and she said: "Before the truth is known, Mr. Shen, don't make random guesses." Zhao Ziyuan looked at the gorgeous sedan chair behind the concubine, and said: "May I ask if the person sitting in the sedan chair is one of the two queens of Yan Palace?" The concubine nodded in shock and said: "Not the queen, who else?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Can I have a few words with your superior directly?" The concubine said: "no" When Zhao Ziyuan heard her say that she acted so decisively, he couldn't help being startled. In an instant, a sense of humiliation surged from the bottom of his heart, and he said angrily: "Why not? Am I not qualified to speak to your superior?" The concubine was silent, judging from the expression on her face, she clearly affirmed Zhao Ziyuan's words. All of a sudden, Zhao Ziyuan felt his blood rushing up, he raised his feet, and rushed straight up the small sedan chair. He only wanted to lift the curtain of the sedan chair, talk directly to the people in the sedan chair, so as to redeem his humiliation, and never again. Regardless of who the other party is. A person who was originally very rational and calm would become blindly impulsive after repeated self-restraint. Once such a change occurred, he would no longer care about any consequences. Before he could get close to the sedan chair, a figure flickered, and two women in palace costumes had already waved their sleeves to block him. The quickness of the figure and the quickness of the response of the woman in the palace costume are beyond the reach of any master in the Jianghu. A woman in palace attire on the first right said coldly: "Mr. Zhao Ziyuan seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and he regained his former composure. Without saying a word, he walked back to the side of the concubine, took the burden, and said slowly: "Since it is a matter entrusted by the queens and queens of Yan Palace, I will do it myself." The concubine gave a blessing to Zhao Ziyuan and said: "Unexpectedly, the husband is so forthright, the concubine is here to thank you for the concubine." As they spoke, they struck with both hands, and the four well-dressed men lifted the sedan chair again, and retreated back the same way. With a strange mood, Zhao Ziyuan watched dozens of concubines gradually leave in the gorgeous sedan chair, and Fang Shi let out a sigh of relief.