The Hierarch Has a Black Moonlight

Chapter 21 You Are Capable

The lightly blowing night wind turned into an ethereal whistling at this moment. Hulahula rustled the leaves on both sides of the road in Luoxiazhuang, and the voices of all things suddenly became very clear, so clear that it was scary.

The disciple stood alone beside a majestic stone lion. He had already pulled out the gleaming sharp weapon from the scabbard, and was holding it tightly in his hand. His eyes kept wandering around, maintaining a vigilant defensive posture.

The night is silent, and the night wind blows.The disciple, who hadn't breathed out yet, suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and his tense body trembled subconsciously. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a hand resting on his right shoulder.

Breathing was short for a moment, the disciple's pupils dilated and slowly twisted his neck and turned his head... Fortunately, it was a human hand.

Before he had time to catch his breath, the strength in that hand suddenly increased, causing the disciple's right shoulder to hurt.He took a breath of cold air, turned around sharply with his eyes wide open, and raised his sword to slash the thief who was sneaking up: "Looking for death...!" Boom, a silver light flashed, accompanied by a clear sound and a violent sound Shocked, the long sword suddenly broke, and half of the sword lost its support and fell to the ground.

A hideous horse's face suddenly came into view, and the disciple was startled for a moment: "...Ah!" His body shook, and his face turned pale with fright.

Fortunately, he still had half of his sanity left, and recovered from the fright in a few disordered breaths.This is clearly a living person!That hand was still on his shoulder, pinching his shoulder sorely.

"Who is it!" The disciple deliberately raised his voice and amplified his voice, while holding his breath from the bottom of his heart to make himself stare at the "horse face", and stood up straight with the momentum that was about to be exhausted.But seeing the half-handled broken sword, there were still bursts of cold air oozing out of the blood, and the throat that was constantly swallowing and rolling due to nervousness could not be ignored.I just hope that the people in the villa can rush out sooner when they hear the sound.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet in the dark night, Ma Mian didn't say a word, just grabbed his disciple's shoulder and didn't move.Due to the cover of the mask, the face inside was covered without gaps, only a few strands of hair on the temples were scattered, and it was not clear whether it was a man or a woman.

The deathly stillness emanating from the silence was even more daunting, and the cold air came out from the hand on the right shoulder. The disciple gritted his teeth secretly, trying to break free from the uncomfortable restraint.Unexpectedly, the hand was so firm that it did not move, clamping his body tightly, it seemed that it didn't take much effort, but it could make the disciple unable to move at all.

"You...what do you want?!"

"...Who are you!?" No matter what the disciple said, Shui Youhan remained silent, and even his movements were so rare that he was like a frozen statue.

The lifeless statue frightened the disciple even more, his upper and lower lips began to tremble and fight.He hesitated, and his words became vague.

Hiding in the dark, Wu Jin giggled, covered her mouth and snickered, moved her ears, heard the sound of footsteps coming from a distance, quickly pulled out the silkworm's silver thread, and patted Yan Qimo's shoulder: "Yan Qimo, it's up to you."

After Lord Yan sent the other "bull's head" out, he flicked his wrist and fingers, and silver threads lay across the unremarkable ground, waiting for someone to come, shining faintly.

Yan Qimo jumped up and down from behind the eaves, just in sight of a group of guards who came over, looked back at them, stopped for a short while and continued to run out of the gate of the villa.

"People are there! Chase!" A group of guards rushed out with their weapons in hand, and just after running a few steps, they heard the sound of giants falling to the ground one after another, accompanied by a few gasps of "ouch". Cries of pain came out one after another, and half of the people had tripped over the few silver silkworm threads that had grown out of nowhere.

Falling to the ground, the center of gravity was unsteady and hit the companions, and many people were instantly bruised and purple.Not to mention being crushed so badly, those who fell so badly even smashed their faces and blood flowed from their heads.

After learning the lesson and then reacting, where can there be a shadow of a silk thread?It was clear that the bull-head mask in front was playing tricks, setting traps to deliberately cause them to stumble and lose face. A group of guards got up from the ground with grinning teeth, angrily picked up their weapons and continued to chase them out.

Yan Qimo ran in the direction facing Shui Youhan.

Only then did he control the speed to slow down all the time, and when the guards rushed up and completely surrounded Shui Youhan, Yan Qimo really used his lightness skill to dodge away from the crowd, throwing the people behind him a long distance away.

Let them pester Shui Youhan to deal with it, just take this opportunity to teach this person a lesson.

The leader, who jumped a hundred meters away with lightness kung fu, was just about to watch and watch the show, but before he landed on a tree trunk, he frowned again before resting for a moment.At this time, a pair of eyes saw the figure of the annoying person getting closer, followed by a group of villa guards who were chasing desperately, needless to say, Yan Qimo knew that the plan to watch the theater tonight was ruined.

The damned water was still cold, and it actually drew people here again?

And the water is still cold—

He had already seen Yan Qimo's insidious intentions, so how could he stay where he was as she wished and let her plot succeed?At this moment, he led a group of guards to catch up. When he was standing under an old tree, he slightly raised his head and glanced at the sky.

Holding Ling Han in his hand, the sword light flashed.

——Kacha, the branch that Yan Qimo was stepping on suddenly broke and was cut off from the trunk.

In addition to a thick branch, what fell to the ground was naturally the person standing on that branch.It's just that the branch fell suddenly and embarrassed, but the person fell to the ground more like an immortal descending into the world.

Although it looks like an exiled immortal, the aura that pervades his body is quite different from this.It is clearly a Shura ghost temple wandering in the world.

"The water is still cold, you have the ability." Yan Qimo snorted, half laughing and angry.

"each other."

In Luoxia Manor, where most of the guards were missing, there was another figure avoiding and wandering around, shuttling back and forth between the doors next to the promenade, looking for interesting things.

Luoxiazhuang is a hundred meters away.

There were dead bodies all over the ground and a moan of pain | moans and mourning floated out. Yan Qimo sent the last sword into the half-breathing body, and there was no sound in the silent night.

Ling Hanjian is extremely sharp, and it doesn't take a single bit of effort to cut hair and gold, and the most outstanding feature is that it doesn't stain blood.

The ground under the feet has been soaked in the gurgling blood, and the plain cloud shoes have left bright red footprints on the bloody red river, plum blossoms bloom everywhere in the silver light of the moon, and the silver sword that is as bright as the moonlight flickers But it is as clean as new, without any traces of dust and slaughter.

A solitary moon hung high on the top of the black mountain, and another three inches of moonlight fell on the cold white clothes in the world, pouring slowly along the sword.

There were exactly 52 guards in the group of guards who chased them out, and it was Shui Youhan and Yan Qimo who had just counted the hours.

It doesn't mean anything else, just... Yan Qimo glanced at the pile of corpses next to her, 26 of them.

The dead bodies behind him piled up into a hill, and the people who rushed out from Luoxia Manor were all dead, but Ling Han in Shui Youhan's hand did not retract into the sheath.Instead, lift it up slowly, pointing straight ahead.

Yan Qimo stared at the extremely ordinary long sword in his hand, which was snatched from a guard during the fight just now.

"27." She suddenly pointed at Shui Youhan and said.

Shui Youhan glanced at her coldly, flipped his wrist, inserted Ling Han into the soil, and was about to lift another simple long sword.

Yan Qimo's wrist trembled at this moment, the hickory bracelet on it began to vibrate violently, and the Gu worms inside kept shaking and shaking their bodies like crazy, as if they were yelling to vent something.

"Too bad." Shui Youhan frowned and murmured, no longer entangled with her, and insisted that Ling Han mentioned the lightness kung fu and hurried back to Luoxia Manor.

Although Yan Qimo couldn't tolerate the cold water in his eyes, and tried to take her life several times, but at this moment, he could also feel that Xiao Jin was in deep danger and feared that something might happen.Worried, he put aside the personal grievances that were usually bigger than the sky, and rushed back to the village to find the whereabouts of Wu Jin.

The rest of the guards in Luoxia Manor were still patrolling the corridors in an orderly manner. Although there were twice as many people as before, judging from their vigilant expressions and reactions, they should have not found anyone.

Wu Jin was not caught either.He even said that he didn't even catch her shadow.

But at this moment, such a reaction is more worrying than if they caught someone.Yan Qimo frowned, holding the bunch of pecans in her hand, her mind was spinning a thousand times.

The people in Luoxiazhuang didn't see Xiaojin at all, so... where did something happen to her?Now there is no clue in this scene, Yan Qimo looked left and right, and finally stopped her eyes in front of rows of tightly closed doors.

It was still easy to avoid the sight of those guards, Yan Qimo walked along the corridor into the rooms lined up side by side, and searched carefully in the dark silence holding his breath.

Buddhist scriptures, martial arts secret books, money and account books...all the same things are placed in these storage rooms, which are no different from ordinary houses at first glance.The things on the case are neatly placed, and they are still the treasures of the study such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

The most ordinary objects buried all the clues, but the Gu worms in the hickory were beating so frighteningly, and they were tirelessly indicating that what was hidden under the surface of Taiping was not tranquility, but a ring of danger.

The guards patrolling outside were crowded, and Yan Qimo held the bracelet tightly, almost melting the hickory nuts into the skin of her palm.

The closer you are, the more you can feel the strange beating in the bracelet.

Yan Qimo clutched the bracelet tightly while searching in every house, and finally stopped in the house in front of her.

Although the style and layout of the houses here are almost the same as those in the front, the Gu worms in the bracelet are beating almost crazily, presumably because they smell the breath of the master, and the stimulus reacts violently.

While looking around, another figure jumped into the house.

The two people who were supposed to fight each other chose to turn a blind eye to each other with a strange tacit understanding at this moment, each exploring the mystery in this dangerous room.

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