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On one side, the formation had been adjusted, while on the other, Chai was already attacking the people behind the pillars. Chen Huayi arrived a step later and squatted on the collapsed roof. His arm was wrapped by the chain of the chain darts as he looked down on the two of them from above. He did not attack them directly.

Shen Yifan saw that Chen Huayi had no intention to help him and subconsciously thought that he was going to throw a tantrum again. He could not help but say, "This …"

Looking at Chen Huayi's few simple gestures, Han Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "No problem. Xia Fan should be able to handle this alone. Chen Huayi would not cause trouble at a time like this." "Chu Zhenye."

Chu Zhenye took a step forward and clasped his fists, "I am."

Han Yan pointed to a charred tree not far away and said, "Walk around from here and hide there. When I give the order, help me."

Chu Zhentian received the order and walked around the tree with a bow. From this position, it was possible to see the scene behind the rubble, yet it was not easy to discover it. If he needed assistance, it would only take a breath or two to get there. After Chu Zhenye hid himself, he turned around and made two hand signals to Han Yan.

Han Yan frowned slightly. "Alone? Then why are you hesitating? " Although he did not understand, he did not do anything else. He only nodded his head and signaled Chu Zhenye to continue waiting.

The wall prevented him from seeing the other side, and he could only hear the sound of Chalk's muffled groan and the clashing of weapons. After Xia Fan took a few steps back from the wall, he revealed half of his body. Chen Huayi suddenly jumped down from the roof and threw out the chain dart.

Not long after Chen Huayi joined in, he heard a voice that was somewhat disorderly shout, "Stop! I'm not playing anymore! "

Chen Huayi's reaction was unknown, but he would definitely not stop because of his words.

After a few more blows, the voice rang out once more, but with a hint of anger. "I say, I admit defeat. I won't fight, okay?"

Xia Fan's voice sounded breathless, but it was filled with determination. "Then quickly surrender."

"Fine, I'll surrender. Can't you stop fighting for now?"

"Hey, do you think I don't dare to hit you? "I'm telling you, I'm not playing anymore!"

"You … "I …"

In the distance, Han Yan recognized the owner of this voice. His eyes moved slightly as he called out, "Xia Fan, stop!"

The sounds of fighting stopped as they heard Han Yan's order. After a while, three people walked out from behind a half-collapsed wall.

All the guards drew their swords, waiting with full concentration. Han Yan immediately raised his hand to stop him, "Don't move, let him come over."

The man slowly approached and spread out his hands, indicating that he was unarmed. "I can go with you. Don't tie me up."

Looking at his appearance, everyone was astonished. He wore a light yellow robe that was expensive to look at. On his waist, he wore a jade pendant with scented sachet. From the decorations, one could tell that he was a rich young master. However, he was currently in an extremely sorry state. His hair was crooked, and most of his hair was in disarray. Besides his face being covered in ash, there was also blood. His expensive clothes didn't look any better either. It was as if he had rolled on the ground and was drenched in blood. Even though he was in such a sorry state, the helpless smile on his face made him seem calm and gentle, without any hostility or fear. There was no blood all over his body, and he should have been caught up in a state of panic and helplessness.

Han Yan seemed surprised. "Are you sure you want to come with us?"

The yellow-clothed man sighed, "Of course I don't want to. As you can see, not only am I wounded, I'm covered in mud. I really want to take a bath and change my clothes, why would I be willing to be held and interrogated by all of you? "

The blade that Xia Fan had just put back into his scabbard was about to be pulled out again. "Impudent!"

Chen Huayi threw up his hands and said, "It's not like you can't beat him. Don't get so worked up, don't get so worked up."

Xia Fan frowned and said in a deep voice, "He's only one person. Even if I can't beat him, there's still a group of people who will capture him."

"Not necessarily." The one who spoke was Han Yan, "If he really wants to leave, no one can stop him."

The yellow-clothed man quickly replied, "I have no intention of leaving. The crime of injuring an official is a huge one."

Han Yan slowly replied, "You're hindering us from taking care of the errands. This is also very troublesome."

The yellow-clothed man felt around his chest a few times and took out an exceptionally neat handkerchief to wipe the blood that was mixed on his face. He sighed: "It is precisely because this matter is not easy to explain, that is why I agreed to come with you – as long as you don't tie me up."

"If you don't tie them up, it'll be easy for you to escape," Xia Fan said.

"If you tie me up, you should escape." As he spoke, the yellow-clothed man came back to his senses. He turned to look at Xia Cheng and said, "Didn't I say that I didn't intend to run away?"

"What you think is what you think. Our rules are our rules," Xia said.

The yellow robed man sighed, "I was just walking around in the night. Not only was I cut up a few times when I was fighting, I even had to be taken back by the two of you. "Who am I going to call for injustice?" Ye Zichen glanced around and accidentally saw a familiar face. He was obviously surprised for a moment, and his gaze immediately became sharp: "Pei Yun?"

Pei Yun had a weird expression on his face ever since he had seen him. He hurriedly jumped to the side and hid behind another guard when he heard him calling his name, "You have mistaken him."

"Ha, ha, ha." The yellow-clothed man let out three exaggerated laughs. "Not bad. After hiding for so many years, you still want to hide after I find you?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were fixed on him, Pei Yun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with a stiff neck, "I am now a member of the Seven Deadly Army, you …"

"Sure, go back with me or die. Choose one yourself?" The yellow-clothed man who was originally exceptionally gentle now had a sinister smile on his face as four flying knives appeared in his hand without any warning. Even in the face of dozens of guards, it was as if he did not see them. His gaze was fixated on Pei Yun.

Pei Yun looked at Chen Huayi for help, "Master, please save …"

Before he could even say the word "I", a throwing knife had flown past his cheek. He could clearly feel the cold intent of the knife. Pei Yun was stunned as he stared at the dagger in his throat, his voice caught in mid-sentence. After a long while, he asked, "You're not really going to kill me, are you?"

The yellow-clothed man's eyes curved. He ignored the killing intent of dozens of people and asked with a smile, "Guess?"

Pei Yun's expression changed several times as he walked out obediently, knelt down and said in a low voice, "Martial Uncle, I was wrong."

As soon as he kneeled, all the guards let out a loud roar with astonishment written all over their faces.

"Shut up!" Han Yan frowned, his gaze turning cold. "Did I tell you to let down your guard?"

After three breaths, all the imperial guards kneeled down, "Your subordinate has failed in his duty. Please punish me, your excellency."

Han Yan ignored them all and looked back at the yellow clothed man, asking indifferently, "Young Noble Wen, have you had enough fun? "Can you explain it now?"

Wen Wan pointed at Pei Yun and said, "This is my martial nephew. He sneaked out, can I bring him back?"

Han Yan said, "He's from the Seven Slaughter Army, not the imperial palace. It has nothing to do with me. "Also, this is a personal matter. Young Master Wen, please explain it to any of the two heirs, and then take care of it yourself."

Wen Wan shrugged. "So you're concerned about my stay at the Manchu Mansion tonight?"

Han Yan asked back, "What do you think?"

Wen Wan put away his throwing knife, looking somewhat perplexed. "It's a long story."

Han Yan said, "Then the reason you're here is simple. Also, what about the identities of the people who fought you before?"

"Oh." Wen Wan answered without thinking, and then asked, "Do you know about Candle Stick?"

Han Yan nodded his head, "One of the three major assassination organizations in the martial arts world. Of course I know about it."

Wen Wan took out a slightly damaged letter from his bosom, looked at it, and tore off a piece. "This is it, about half an hour ago I received this item, and it was nailed to the Bai Clan's gate, so I came over." He poured his qi into the paper and threw it in front of him. The paper flew straight to the floor and slowly landed in front of him.

Han Yan reached out to catch it, took a look at it, and nodded, "It does look like a letter from Candle Stick."

Wen Wan threw up his hands. "That's all. I'm coming. I've been cut a few times, so they left."

Han Yan gave a faint smile. "Young Master Wen is very skilled, how could he be so badly defeated?"

Wen Wan blinked, "Let me correct you. Firstly, I am just a merchant who does business. The so-called martial arts are just some protective skills. Naturally, I am not considered to be an expert. Secondly, if I knew that Candle Stick had sent all four of the hall masters over, I wouldn't even come with a knife placed on my neck. "

Han Yan's expression changed slightly. "The four hall masters?"

Wen Wan said, "There were only three people who took action, it seems to be the path of Hall Master Zhu Yi, and I don't know where the other one came from, saying that I guessed it myself."

Han Yan said slowly, "A businessman can actually escape with his life from the hands of three famous experts in the martial arts world?"

Wen Wan sighed. "You said that it was' escape '. It's not easy for me to escape from such a grievous injury." And you know, I spent a hundred thousand silver to buy myself a life. Sigh, it's a good thing that Candle Stick Hall is also a merchant, a merchant who used money to buy his life … "Otherwise, I'm afraid I would really die here.

Pei Yun turned his head around, looked at the flying dagger that was nailed into the wall twenty steps away and muttered, "Heavily injured."

Wen Wan's ears pricked as he lowered his head and looked at Pei Yun, "You don't believe me?"

Pei Yun immediately shook his head. "I don't doubt it."

Wen Wan smiled with his curved eyes: "Do you know that to merchants, money is equal to life? Ten thousand taels of silver … Is it not a serious injury? "

Han Yan looked away from the letter and asked indifferently, "This letter shouldn't be for Young Master Wen, right? Or should I say, it's not just for Young Master Wen? "

Wen Wan replied, "No matter who it is, it is still nailed to the door of the Bai Clan. If you don't believe me, go to the Bai Clan mansion tomorrow and take a look.

Han Yan looked straight at him, "The letter from Candle Stick has always been for the arranged battle. Since you have already dispatched four hall masters, there's no way you would be in a difficult position. You and I are both doing this for the tragic case of the marquis, why does Sir Wen need to hide it? Why would I want to die for someone else? "

Wen Wan threw the torn piece of paper into his mouth, chewed it into pieces, and swallowed, then said: "Sir, if you have any other questions, I can ask them. As for this matter, I will not tell you. "

Seeing this, Han Yan's gaze turned cold. "I hope Young Master Wen will not make things difficult for us."

Wen Wan lowered his eyes and slowly said: "If I tell you the truth, that will be difficult for you. It was better for the imperial household not to interfere in the killing of enemies in the martial arts world. Just as you have said, it's all because of the tragic case of the Hou clan. I won't hide anything that I shouldn't have. "

Han Yan was a smart person, so he naturally wouldn't keep pestering him. Hearing Wen Wan's words, he also knew that he had to take a step back. "That Young Master Wen, do you mean that you can guarantee that tonight's matter has nothing to do with those from the Blood Carnage Marquis?"

Wen Wan shook his head. "Nothing is impossible, otherwise Candle Sluge would never have chosen to appear in such a place at such a time. "But I can guarantee that Candle Stick Hall is only employed tonight, and the ones related to the Mansion of the Marquis are also their employers, so we can't get any useful information from them."

Han Yan thought for a moment and then said, "This matter is not small. We are not required to interfere in it. If there is any dereliction of duty, it would not be good for us to report it to sire."

Wen Wan revealed a faint smile. "I'll go and explain the situation to the prince and his son, Lady Han. Please rest assured." My father had a deep friendship with the Marquis, and the Wen family was held because of the annihilation of the house of the Marquis. In terms of emotion and logic, it is impossible for me to sit and watch. Tonight is my fault, so I hope that the lords will forgive me for causing all of this trouble. " He bowed deeply to show his guilt.

Han Yan bowed and replied, "Young Master Wen, you're courteous. We are only doing our part. Since Young Master Wen is injured, we shall not disturb you any longer. "

Wen Wan cupped his hands. "I'll have to trouble you, Sir."

Han Yan saw that he didn't have any plans to leave on his own so he looked at him deeply. He turned around and said: "Everyone, follow me."

Shen Yifan was slightly taken aback, "Everyone?"

Han Yan nodded his head. "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Have a good night's rest."

Although Shen Yi Fan did not understand his intentions, he knew that there must be a reason why he did not keep any guards, so he did not ask any further. Seeing that he did not object, the people of the Seven Slaughter Army left with the imperial guards. Pei Yun watched them leave, hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to move.

Wen Wan put his hands behind his back, calmly watching them retreat. To be more accurate, he watched as Chen Huayi and Xia Fan's silhouettes slowly disappeared, their eyes filled with contemplation.

Seeing that no one was around, Pei Yun cautiously opened his mouth and said, "Martial Uncle, I …"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wen Wan bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face suddenly becoming deathly pale.

"Martial Uncle!" Pei Yun stood up to support him, his face filled with shock.

Wen Wan took a step back to give way to his hand, and said lightly: "You don't have this Martial Uncle in your heart, so why are you putting on such a show?"

His expression was distant and indifferent, as if he was a completely different person from before.

Pei Yun's hand hovered in midair for a while before lowering it. "I did not."

Wen Wan asked, "Nothing?"

Pei Yun pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I'm not putting on an act, and I haven't forgotten martial uncle either."

Wen Wan smiled, his smile was either mocking or cold. "You've even forgotten your master, do you still remember what this martial uncle of mine is doing?"

Pei Yun said, "I did not!"

Wen Wan looked at his excitement with cold eyes and sneered: "No?" Not yet? Can you tell me something you have? For example, forgetting one's roots, living a life without living it, not thinking too much … "This type?"

Pei Yun's face was pale. He had been wrongly accused, but he could not refute it.

Wen Wan looked at him, his eyes clear. "I have heard you say this many times, you feel that your master has never taught you anything, and you do not agree with him. So I'm not surprised you left, but I can't forgive you for leaving without saying so. "

Pei Yun lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Wen Wan asked, "Who are you apologizing to?"

Pei Yun was stunned, he raised his head and looked at him blankly.

Wen Wan added: "To me, or to your Master who died without any disciples to mourn for him, or even to his tomb?"

Pei Yun could only avoid his gaze and remained silent.

After a moment, Wen Wan lightly sighed, and said: "Forget it." Then he slowly said: "I have no intention of saying more, if you don't want to acknowledge your master, I will not force you. Whether you go or stay, I only want a single word from you. It's just a matter of the past. You don't have to worry about it, and I won't pursue the matter any further. Stay, I will help your master finish what he wasn't done for, and make up for the grievances you suffered. "

"Choose."