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Another night passed, but it was abnormally quiet.

The night sky where the stars could not be seen was bright and clean. Zhao Qingyan was curled up in her cloak, looking up at the night sky. She was hugging a stove that had lost most of its temperature.

"Young master, it's getting late, do you want to go back?" Ran Hao, who had been standing three steps away, walked up to him and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Qingyan's eyelashes trembled after a while as she recovered from her dazed gaze. She turned her head to look at him and asked, "What time is it?"

Ran Hao was not surprised, or perhaps it was more like he was used to it. He quickly replied: "It's already been a while."

"It's almost time …" But I'm still not sleepy. " Zhao Qingyan mumbled in distress. She lowered her eyes and changed the direction of the furnace before hugging it tightly again.

Ran Hao did not hear clearly, and asked: "Young Master?"

Zhao Qingyan smiled. "It's nothing. Go back. It's time to rest." He stood up using the pillar at his side, and raised his hand to signal Ran Hao that he did not need any support, and slowly walked forward.

"Hao."

Ran Hao stopped following Zhao Qingyan's footsteps and asked softly: "Young Master, do you have any orders?"

Zhao Qingyan leaned to the side and said, "There should be news about the Wind and Cloud Pavilion, right?"

Ran Hao was startled for a moment, and then replied: "It's been half a month, there should be news." Should I get it? "If the horse is fast enough, we should be back in five or six days."

Zhao Qingyan nodded and shook his head, "I will go with you in a few days."

Ran Hao was taken aback, "But young master's injury hasn't fully healed yet …"

Zhao Qingyan lowered his eyes and said, "We'll just take the left and right. We'll just take a detour. What does that have to do with anything?"

Ran Hao did not try to persuade her otherwise, and replied in a low voice: "Then I will go and consult with His Highness tomorrow."

Zhao Qingyan nodded and was about to say something when she was interrupted by a shout.

"Who is it?" The voice was a little frightened, and a little painful.

Ran Hao's eyes moved. He exchanged a glance with Zhao Qingyan and said, "It's Master Bai."

Zhao Qingyan immediately said, "Let's go take a look."

When he was still far away, he saw the shadows of the blades intersecting each other.

In his right hand was a black dagger, while his left hand was at his side, fresh blood constantly dripping from his fingertips. His hair was unbound, but his clothes were neat, and he wore boots on his feet, as if he were unprepared. At this moment, he had already been continuously pushed back, clearly at a disadvantage.

Zhao Qingyan's pupils constricted as she looked towards another person.

He had seen Bai Zhen's techniques before, his posture was nimble and his reaction was fast. Not only that, his swordsmanship was also quite famous in the martial arts world. Although the dagger was not his most adept weapon, it was impossible for Bai Zhen to not put enough effort into it. For someone who could injure Bai Zhen with just three moves and two moves, what kind of martial arts could he possibly possess?

His black clothes and thin sword had forced Bai Zhen to go all out, but he was still able to move with ease. As they fought, it was obvious that he still had some spare time to take a glance at Zhao Qingyan's direction.

Zhao Qingyan leaned against the tree and gasped, "Hao, go help Master Bai."

Ran Hao said: "Then Young Master, you …"

Zhao Qingyan said, "Don't tell me you can let him escape and hurt me."

Ran Hao said softly, "I understand." His right arm shook slightly, and his snow-white sword slid into his palm, forming a straight line.

The black clothed man's eyes flashed with a trace of a smile. He turned his body to the side and used his pinky to swing his sword in a circle, blocking the white sword light.

With a twist of his waist, Ran Hao twisted his body at an almost broken angle, the tip of his left foot touched the ground while his right foot kicked towards the chin of the man in black with a sharp noise.

The man in black raised his arm to block, then stepped aside and took a few steps forward, dodging the latter move of Ran Hao's move. The blade of his sword trembled and thrust forward again.

Ran Hao's shoulders were shaking. As soon as he had adjusted his balance, he flew out, moving straight in a straight line towards the man in black, leaving behind two afterimages. The milky white sword had already disappeared without a trace.

He was fast, the man in black was definitely not slow. Taking a few steps forward, he happened to pass by Ran Hao, and thrust the sword that was right next to him and the sword that Ran Hao had prepared to block earlier, releasing a stream of sparks. As for the two people who had stabilized their steps and continued to fight, their Qing Gong had already reached its peak.

Bai Zhen, who originally wanted to help out, stared dumbstruck at the two figures who had turned into a ball of fire. He decisively gave up on helping out and walked towards Zhao Qingyan while covering his wounds.

Zhao Qingyan looked at the blood that had dyed half of his sleeve red and asked, "Did you injure the bone?"

Bai Zhen shook his head and tore off his entire sleeve. He used his teeth to tear off a piece of cloth, intending to bandage his own wound.

"Let me do it." Zhao Qingyan stood up straight and reached out to remove the sleeve from Bai Zhen's mouth, using the sleeve that was already stained with blood to quickly wipe off the blood that was flowing out of it. He then flipped his finger, and in the blink of an eye, had firmly wrapped the wound that was over two inches long, casually wiping the blood off of Bai Zhen's clean robe.

Bai Zhen looked at him in a daze. "You …"

Zhao Qingyan asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Zhen looked at his wound and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he could not help but ask, "Why are you so skilled?"

"In the past, I've often helped the disciples of the Vermillion Bird Temple bind their wounds under Tang Xiao and Ai Hui's nose. I've finally managed to make something out of it." Zhao Qingyan seemed a little tired. After a simple reply, she turned her head to look at Ran Hao.

The black clothed man casually parried his sword and clucked, "Floating Life Sword. The sword technique is not bad, the martial arts are not bad, and the movement technique is also good. He dodged to the side and retreated three steps back. His aura was not the least bit disordered, "He used the sharpness of his sword, and he didn't use his sword's soul. I'll leave first. " With a light kick towards his chest.

Ran Hao dodged to the left immediately. He could clearly see that he had dodged the kick, but he was kicked squarely in front of his chest. He let out a breath of white air, flew a few steps back and kneeled on the ground.

"Hahaha, there's no need to chase after him anymore!" Seeing that Ran Hao was about to forcefully get up and give chase, Zhao Qingyan hurriedly said, before clasping his hands towards the man in black who was smiling at him, "Thank you for your mercy, Senior. I am reckless. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

The man in black smiled. "Sure."

Zhao Qingyan changed the topic, "But senior's martial arts moves are obviously from a famous clan. Entering the palace so late at night to conceal his appearance, is that not inappropriate?"

The black clothed man raised an eyebrow, "Famous sect? "Which door?"

Zhao Qingyan lowered her eyes and quickly said, "The Crippling Feather Sect and Wu Dang."

A look of surprise flashed across the man in black's face. "What powerful eyes." Since he was in no hurry to leave, he stood still on the spot. It seemed that he wanted to chat with him for a while.

Zhao Qingyan smiled, "Thank you for your praise, Senior. I dare not accept it."

The man in black lowered his head to look at his hand and shook it. "I still feel that Wu Dang's moves have been forgotten. I don't know many people from the Crippling Feather Sect."

Zhao Qingyan said, "In Senior's words, there is a 'kung fu style', the soul of the remnant feather."

The man in black smiled and asked, "Then, which side does my martial arts technique lean towards?"

"Of course it's the Crippling Feather Sect." Zhao Qingyan smiled helplessly, "After all, Senior's speed is too fast. I can only identify a dozen moves or so, so I can't just say it."

The man in black asked, "Then why did you still say I'm from a famous sect?"

Zhao Qingyan asked curiously, "Is there a problem?" A famous sect, a famous sect, regardless of its good name or notoriety, they were all famous. It was true that the Broken Feather Sect was called evil in the martial arts world, but it couldn't deny the excellence of the Broken Feather Sect, could it? "Junior thinks that since you are from a famous sect, regardless of whether you are righteous or evil, you must have your own way of doing things."

The man in black said with interest, "Oh. Are you accusing me of being disgraceful?"

Zhao Qingyan shrugged. "If senior wishes to hear the truth, of course you are."

"This child is truly interesting." Ran Hao, who was adjusting his breathing to the side, did not forget to be cautious of his actions and raised his chin, "Is this your servant or friend?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "Personal bodyguard."

The black clothed man blinked, "Then your family must be very rich, to be able to hire such an outstanding guard, and to be able to give him such a good sword."

Zhao Qingyan smiled and said, "Thank you."

The black clothed man said, "It is my fault that I broke in tonight and injured Young Master Bai. But there are some reasons I can't say... Anyway, I won't come back. I'll just leave it at this, this is for you, I'll leave first. I remember telling the White House owner that I hurt his son, and he's going to come and sue me. " He then threw a small booklet that was bound with straw ropes to Ran Hao, and walked away swaggering.

Bai Zhen stared at his back, his eyes turning dark. He remained silent for a long time.

"Master Bai?" "Master Bai?"

Bai Zhen regained his senses and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at the red ribbon on his arm with some concern. "The blood has seeped out. Where's the medicine?"

Bai Zhen sighed, "Let's enter the house."

After briefly cleaning their wounds with warm water, they tore off a clean piece of cloth and wrapped it with medicine before changing into another set of clothes. Finally, the three of them sat down in the room.

After staring at each other in silence for a moment, Bai Zhen asked, "Tell me everything?"

Zhao Qingyan asked, "Master Bai, do you want to go first?"

Bai Zhen nodded, "Then I'll go first. I was in meditation, so someone came in just in time to fight him. As for his reason for coming here, it should be because of a box. A box that the Marquis entrusted to me to pass to my father. "

Zhao Qingyan nodded and asked no further, "Is that box alright?"

"I hid it well," said Bai Ju. "There will be no problem." After pausing for a moment, he saw that Zhao Qingyan was silent, so he directly asked, "Can you tell that person's identity?"

Zhao Qingyan thought for a while and shook his head, "It's too short. I still can't find anything." But I can try. "

Bai Zhu was slightly startled. "Try it?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "I have quite a bit of detailed information about the Crippling Feather Sect's matters, but they exist within the sect. Some of the people I remember don't fit in very well. If Master Bai wants it, I will check on him when we get back to the capital. "

"The Broken Feather Sect …" Bai Zhen seemed to have thought of something and shook his head. "There's no need. Since he said that he wouldn't come back, there's no need to investigate." Seemingly feeling that his words were too far-fetched, he added, "After all, it would be too difficult to find this person. With his martial arts skills, it would be too difficult to catch him. Furthermore, from the hidden meaning behind his words, he seemed to be acquainted with my father. By the time his father returned, perhaps he would know the identity of this person. If we still don't have any leads in the end, I'll have to trouble Young Prince. "

Since he had already said so, Zhao Qingyan would not insist. "That's fine." Looking at the drained blood on Bai Zhen's face, he suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to move to your father's side? There were no servants here. It would be dangerous for Master Bai to avoid the guards and patrol here, right? "

Bai Zhen was silent for a moment before shaking his head and rejecting, "Forget it, it's better if it's more convenient here. I'll send some more servants from home tomorrow, just in case. "

"Since there's nothing else, we'll head back first." After a moment of silence, Zhao Qingyan stood up.

Bai Zhen hurriedly stood up and said, "I'll send you off."

Zhao Qingyan said, "No need. Please stop, Master Bai. I will go back myself."

Bai Zhen muttered to himself for a moment before nodding his head. "Then young prince should rest early."

Zhao Qingyan responded and left slowly.

— —

"Hao, what did that black clothed man write in the book that he gave you?" Zhao Qingyan sat on the bed, drank a few mouthfuls of hot water, then looked at Ran Hao who was reading a book.

Ran Hao was stunned for a moment before he said hesitantly: "It's like some messy sword techniques that are out of order, or movement techniques that can be used with Qing Gong." Angele stood up and handed the book to him.

The yellowed papyrus was bound with a string of grass. The edges looked like they had been cut with a sharp weapon. It was neat and tidy, but it was not straight. As for the handwriting on it, the ink was even more casual. or ink, or charcoal, or even something that smelled weird like vegetable soup...

A few scrawny humanoid figures remembered simple acupuncture points, while some detailed experiences were recorded beside them. As for the sword technique that Ran Hao talked about, the "sword" drawn on it was just a thicker straight line.

Surprisingly, Zhao Qingyan didn't turn away from the stains on it. He flipped through a few pages, then handed them back to Ran Hao: "Then learn."

Ran Hao was startled: "Young master?"

Zhao Qingyan suddenly looked at him and smiled, "After all, there aren't many people who can force you into a corner. It seems like this thing is his own experience. Learning is not a bad thing."

Ran Hao hesitated and said, "But I don't know why that person came here tonight. If I learned it, would …"

Zhao Qingyan yawned and said, "If I give it to you, you can learn it. Why are you thinking so much?"

Ran Hao could not figure out what he meant. He looked at the book in his hand and did not say anything.

Zhao Qingyan lowered her body and moved the cushion to lie down. "Have a rest. We still have to leave for the Wind and Cloud Pavilion tomorrow."

Ran Hao was startled, "Tomorrow …"

Zhao Qingyan turned her back to him and pulled at the blanket, not answering his question.

Ran Hao sighed lightly, silently went to extinguish the candle, and returned to the outer room to rest.