"What happened?" Seeing his serious expression, the woman in yellow-shirt also raised her heart.

Song Qingshu walked back while holding her and answering, "I just vaguely heard the guards' shouts, it seemed that someone broke into Guo's mansion and robbed Mrs. Guo."

Now there is an emperor living in Guo’s mansion, and the guards are mainly deployed around the emperor. No one cares about the people in the Guo Mansion itself. But despite this, the Guo Mansion is not something that ordinary people can break in. Being able to break in successfully proves that the man is definitely an expert in this field.

Not long after, I met the guards who were chasing out, but the guards mainly defended the emperor. Now the large army must continue to stay in the mansion, and there are not many guards sent out.

After asking, they found that they had lost their enemies, so Song Qingshu had to hand over the yellow-shirted woman to them and go to find Huang Rong himself.

"You have to be careful." The woman in yellow didn't think anything was wrong. Now that she was injured, she was not only unable to help but also a burden.

Song Qingshu asked the guards and assassin about the direction of escape, then jumped to the top of a big tree, took a deep breath, and then used the sound transmission and soul searching method.

The principle of the Soul-Search Method is actually somewhat similar to that of radar. The stronger the internal force, the stronger the power, and the farther the range that can be searched. Now Song Qingshu is exhausted with internal force, and he was also worried that the other party can run out of the range that he can cover.

Fortunately, the guards in the mansion chased and entangled the assassin for a while, delaying his itinerary. Song Qingshu opened his eyes. He had already noticed something strange in a certain direction, and his figure flashed and chased him over there.

Worried that something happened to Huang Rong, Song Qingshu could be described as lightning. After about one stick of incense, he finally blocked a dark shadow.

"Baga, how did you find me?" The assassin was extremely short and dressed up strangely. He only showed a pair of eyes. A hideous scar appeared in the middle of his eyes, adding a bit of sinister aura.

"Japanese?" Song Qingshu was stunned. It seemed that this was his first time dealing with a Japanese. Judging from his outfit, he should be a ninja.

However, his attention was quickly put on Huang Rong. He noticed that although her breath was weak, she had no worries about her life, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let him go, I'll give you a pleasure." Song Qingshu took a step forward gently, and an invisible aura spread out.

The ninja sneered: "I don't know what it means, you Middle-earth people are so arrogant. Take me a move of 'Slaying in the Wind'!" As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand high, and a strange aura emanated from his body.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, not because he was intimidated by the other party, but because he thought of the other party's name of the move, "Slaying in the Wind" sounds so familiar. It seems to be the skill of a famous Japanese master, but this person's feeling is not as powerful as the legend.

"Ahhh!" The ninja roared, and who knew not to advance but retreated. He instantly ran to the woods behind him, and soon turned into one with the forest and disappeared in an instant.

"Just run away like this?" The other party was so surprised that Song Qingshu didn't come back to his senses for a moment. He was about to chase him, but Huang Rong stopped him: "Don't... don't chase him, I... I'm poisoned."

Song Qingshu was shocked and hurriedly helped her up: "Rong'er, what poison have you been infected?"

Let’s talk about a few miles away, a man in black stood on a huge rock by a small river. If Song Qingshu was here, he would definitely recognize him as the Western Region master who robbed the woman in yellow.

He stood there as if he was waiting for someone. After a while, his ears moved slightly, and he didn't turn around, and said directly: "You are here."

Just now, the Scar Ninja turned out from behind a tree: "How do you know my existence?"

The man in black snorted coldly: "How could Dahan be completely relieved that I came to Middle Earth alone? He would definitely send someone to secretly monitor me. This is easy to guess."

"It is worthy of being the king of killers who scared the countries of the Western Regions," the ninja's voice hoarse voice. "This meticulous thought is really admirable, but the martial arts skills are a little short of it. If I hadn't taken action to rob Huang Rong, how could you get out so easily..."

His pupils suddenly shrank and he hurriedly wanted to draw his sword, but unfortunately he was already one step late, and his whole body fell several feet away like a broken sandbag.

The man in black stood where the ninja was standing and blew his hands casually: "If it was your master, Mizuki Sect, I could see the point in front of me. What are you?"

The ninja wanted to get up several times, but the acupoints all over his body were like needles. He could not get up with strength. He instantly realized that he had already hit the other party's unique internal force of the bone-transparent needle.

This internal force usually condenses the Yin force at a point, making it as thin as silk hair. When fighting, it is transmitted into the enemy's body, and repeatedly pokes the enemy like a small pointed needle, causing the enemy to hurt the heart and lungs, which is extremely difficult to resist.

The man in black stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly: "For the sake of the sweat, I will save you a life. If you commit it again next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes!" Ninja answered with a grudge against the pain. They have abide by the belief that the strong are respectful since childhood, and they do not feel a little arrogant at first and respectful at the end.

The man in black is naturally the king of killers who scared the Western Regions, the great elder of the Persian Ming Cult, and the actual ruler - the old man in the mountains.

The Persian Ming Cult's general altar, the Eagle Nest, was captured by the Mongolian army. He had no choice but to surrender to Temujin. Because the leader Xiao Zhao fled, he was sent by Temujin to capture Xiao Zhao and take him back to be the furnace of the Khan.

But a few days ago, I suddenly received news that he would kill Huang Rong from Xiangyang by the way, and then he would break into Xiangyang City at night.

Although the time was not long to be invested in Temujin, the old man in the mountain, as the former king of killers, naturally knew the importance of information and quickly understood the reason. It seemed that Princess Hua Zheng was saddened by the former Golden Sword Prince-in-law. Temujin didn't want her daughter to spend the rest of her life regret, so she directly killed and decisively got rid of her love rival.

Without Huang Rong, there was no obstacle between Guo Jing and Hua Zheng. Hua Zheng got the lover of wishes, and Temujin also got the invincible Golden Sword Prince Consort, so he did not hesitate to change his orders and let the old man in the mountains deal with Huang Rong first.

As for that ninja, it was Lin Shi, the four attendants of Fenglin Volcano under the command of Mizuki Sect, a top master around Temujin. He was good at hiding and assassinating, so he was sent to monitor the old man in the mountains.

Lin Shi has always been proud of his ability. During this period, he was with the old man in the mountains and thought that the other party had not discovered him, so he felt a little contemptuous. In addition, what happened today has further boosted his arrogance, so he spoke rudely.

The old man in the mountain snorted: "I just deliberately transferred Song Qingshu, otherwise you would have no chance to sneak in and rob Huang Rong."

"I'll search for it!" Lin Shi looked flattering and continued, "I see that Song Qingshu's martial arts are far less powerful than the legendary ones. People in the Central Plains say that they are exaggerating and like to brag the most."

The old man in the mountains nodded in agreement. Just now, the two of them fought. Although the other party's martial arts skills were high, they were not much higher. He even felt that life and death were fighting, and he could achieve the final victory with the experience of a killer.

"It's a pity that the task of killing Huang Rong was still in vain." The old man in the mountains sighed. It was not because he had not completed the task assigned to him by Temujin, but because he was the king of killers, he was not used to the words of failure. He understood that after this accident, Huang Rong's defense would never be as relaxed as he is now, and it would be difficult to succeed at that time.

"That may not be." Although Mr. Lin covered his face, he still showed a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Oh, did you kill Huang Rong just now?" the old man in the mountain asked in confusion.

"That's not," Lin Shi noticed the other party's anger and hurriedly explained, "The task I received is different from yours. You can choose to kill Huang Rong or you can choose to destroy her chastity. No matter which one it is, there is no obstacle between the Golden Sword Prince Consort and the Princess."

"In such a short time, you ruined her chastity?" The old man in the mountains looked strange, thinking to himself that Japanese people are so fast?

"I was going to succeed, but it's a pity that the man surnamed Song chased him too quickly." Lin Shi's tone was also full of annoyance. He had always heard that Huang Rong was the number one beauty in the world and wanted to take advantage of this mission to taste it. He just hugged her and ran all the way. His mature and beautiful body had already made him feel lustful. It's a pity that all this was ruined by the man surnamed Song!

"Don't waste my time!" The old man in the mountain twitched slightly, feeling that his patience was almost at his limit.

Shi Lin then said, "Hehe, I have given medicine to Huang Rong."

"Has the medicine been put?" the old man in the mountain frowned, "Is the throat covered with blood? Otherwise, the skill of the surname Song should be able to be forced out."

"It's not poison, it's that kind of medicine." Lin Shi winked and clapped his eyes.

Noting that the other party looked vulgar, the old man in the mountain understood instantly and couldn't help but feel a little angry: "You have time, why didn't you kill Huang Rong with one knife and make it so troublesome?"

"Seniors don't know anything," Lin Shi explained, "If Huang Rong is killed directly, the Golden Sword Prince Consort may take his anger on Dahan in the future, which may affect his relationship with Princess Hua Zheng. But if Huang Rong cheated on herself and did something to be sorry for the Golden Sword Prince Consort, it would not be the Khan's business."

The old man in the mountain knew that what he said made some sense, but he couldn't help but snorted: "But what's the effect of taking medicine? Even if you take that kind of medicine, it will lose its effect after soaking cold water!"
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