Gu Yun's expression remained unchanged as he calmly took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Chang Geng.

There was no letter in the envelope, just a piece of leather. There was a cold smell floating on it, which seemed to be a mixture of agarwood and coleus.

The night before, Xuan Ying found three envelopes from the kidnapped incense master. This was one of them. The three envelopes had different smells. The incense master was very hard-boned and refused to confess no matter how tortured he was. Of course

, in such a short period of time, even if he confessed, Gu Yun might not dare to believe it.

Among the three envelopes, the only one that Gu Yun could explain clearly was this one.

It is said that this incense was made by the emperor of the previous dynasty who believed in evil spirits and heretics, and ordered the palace people to make it to help him achieve immortality. It is called "Royal Emperor Incense". It is cold and unclear, graceful and luxurious. The late emperor once secretly kept some of it, and he decided to do it on a whim one year.

Yes, the taste is really different from the incense commonly used in the palace.

The late emperor secretly told him that although this smelled good, it was also known as "the incense of ruining the country", so he ordered it once in private and told the censors not to make it public if they knew it was going to be fried.

Many years have passed, but Gu Yun is still deeply impressed by this "Fragrance of a Subjugated Country".

Chang Geng just tensed up, and Gu Yun noticed it immediately. Before he could write in his hand, he started thinking about the possibility of throwing the envelope out and getting it wrong.

Gu Yun weighed it up and thought to himself: "Choose one out of the three. If it works, I'm pretty sure. If it doesn't work, just come with troops to block it, and let the water and the earth cover it."

Fortunately, he was the only one who knew this "certainty", and others could only see his apparent certainty, so they had no choice but to follow him calmly.

The middle-aged man's expression changed, he took the envelope, put it up to his nose and sniffed it several times, his expression changed unpredictably.

Chang Geng thought to himself: "Should we take action?"

Gu Yun took the time to pat the back of his tense hand.

The middle-aged man looked up at Gu Yun again, his expression became more serious, and said: "I am Zhai Song, the leader of this group of merchant ships. I wonder where you came from, sir, and where are you going?"

This is slang, Chang Geng wrote it down in Gu Yun's hand.

Gu Yun opened his mouth for the first time and said: "Come up from the ground and go into the wormwood."

The middle-aged man who called himself Zhai Song seemed to be surprised. He hesitated for a moment, and then his voice became fainter: "Then... I'll trouble you, Mr. Xiang, please."

Gu Yun stood motionless, very thoughtful, until Chang Geng gently pulled him, and then he was led forward by Chang Geng with no expression on his face. He looked like a "Xiang Xiang" who had cut off all senses and had a weird temper.

gentlemen".

Then Gu Yun covered it with his wide sleeves, and Chang Geng wrote on the palm of Gu Yun's hand: "How does the adoptive father know their slang?"

This was actually a conversation between two crew members that Xuan Ying overheard the night before when he was ordered to monitor the merchant ship. He reported it to him in detail. Gu Yun actually had no idea what it meant and was still lying.

He boasted to Chang Geng like a wolf with a big tail: "I know everything."

Chang Geng: "..."

The group of people successfully boarded the Japanese merchant ship, and several Japanese people popped up one after another, looking at the legendary Mr. Xiang curiously.

In Japan, under the influence of Daliang, the culture of gods and Buddhas was prevalent. Many people saw a monk following Gu Yun and came out to say hello.

Chang Geng calmly looked at these Japanese people - there were more of them than he thought. In the name of escorting merchant ships, they were all equipped with long knives. Some of them even had iron wrist buckles and weird darts on their trouser legs and wrists.

As you get closer, you can smell the faint smell of blood on their bodies.

Suddenly, someone behind him shouted loudly, and a Japanese man wearing a mask landed behind Gu Yun without anyone noticing. Without saying a word, he slashed at Gu Yun's back with his scimitar.

Chang Geng reacted very quickly, and even before his sword was unsheathed, he had already caught the opponent's scimitar.

The Japanese screamed strangely, and his thin body twisted into a weird arc, like a boneless snake. The scimitar became an evil snake in his hand, and he struck Chang Geng seven times in succession, and at the same time

, his left shoulder suddenly bloomed, and a Japanese boomerang rushed straight towards Gu Yun off guard.

And Gu Yun didn't know if it was a show or something, but he actually stood there motionless, as if he had no consciousness!

In a hurry, Chang Geng split the scabbard and sword body in two, threw the scabbard violently, and knocked the boomerang away when it almost grazed Gu Yun's chest.

It wasn't the first time Chang Geng had fought with someone, nor was it the first time he was in such danger, but it was the first time someone had almost hurt his little foster father in front of him. A thin layer of red appeared in his eyes for a moment, and the Ur bones on his body

Suddenly something is ready to move.

He shouted low, parted his wrists suddenly, and used his usual moves to deal with sword puppets. The scimitar in the Japanese man's hand trembled violently and was almost bent. Before the opponent could withdraw the sword, Chang Geng already kicked him.

Kicked him on the waist.

Legend has it that some Japanese people have to be thinner than ordinary people in order to fly over eaves and walls and lurk for assassination. This snake-like man must be the leader among them. Although he is really nimble and cunning, he really can't help but beat him. His intestines were almost kicked out by Chang Geng's kick, and his hands were bent.

Unable to hold the knife any longer, he staggered away.

Chang Geng didn't want to let him go. He picked up the scimitar on the ground with his toes and nailed it in front of the Japanese man. The long sword turned in his palm and was about to split the Japanese man in half.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning, with enemies and friends all around, and no one could react. Chang Geng was about to kill him, and three "Stop" sounds sounded at the same time.

Several long oriental swords stretched out from all directions at the same time, trying to block Chang Geng's unparalleled sword style.

The stunned monk Ming Ran only had time to wipe his sweat - Chang Geng's words that he threatened to stab him to death the night before were actually true.

Chang Geng whispered: "Get out of the way."

Zhai Song hurried over and said repeatedly: "Misunderstandings, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings. This Mr. Shangchuan is new to Daliang. He doesn't know the rules very well. When he saw the little brother carrying a knife, he wanted to make a joke. Little brother, sir, there are many,

Don't get along with him."

Chang Geng's slightly red eyes stared at the snake man who retreated behind the people, and squeezed out two words through his teeth: "A joke?"

Zhai Song laughed along and turned to Gu Yun, who was standing aside like a normal person: "Mr. Zhang..."

Looking at the dull face, he remembered that these top perfumers could not see or hear, so he had to step forward and wanted to reach out and pat Gu Yun's arm.

Before he could touch him, a strong wind suddenly hit him behind him. Fortunately, Zhai Song reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been in danger from the wrist down.

Chang Geng: "Don't touch him!"

Zhai Song: "..."

Among this group of people, there is one who cannot hear, one who cannot speak, and a pair of half-grown children with waists like drums and sticks. The only one who can speak on their behalf has not yet picked up the scabbard of the murder weapon in his hand.

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The atmosphere was deadlocked for a moment.

At this time, Gu Yun finally spoke: "What are you still wasting here? Don't miss the departure time."

He seemed to have no feeling at all about the thrilling conflict just now.

Zhai Song hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "That's right, we are all one family..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Yun had already raised a hand as if no one else was around. Chang Geng paused, picked up the scabbard on the ground with the tip of the sword, returned the sword to the sheath, stepped forward to catch Gu Yun's hand, and supported him

Go inside.

After realizing that the monk had no choice but to give up, he genially bowed his head to the frightened Japanese crowd, and took out a handful of rotten wooden prayer beads from somewhere. The outside of the beads was coated with a layer of dark red paint, pretending to be small-leaf red sandalwood.

Over the years, the patent leather has been rubbed away by the monks, turning into a mottled string of small-leaf red sandalwood.

The handsome white-faced monk, who was also wearing mottled clothes, smiled broadly and silently recited sutras. While saving the group of people in front of him, he chased Pangxiao Ge and Madam Cao after them.

This time, the Japanese people they met along the way looked at their backs as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and for a while no one dared to go up and say hello.

Chang Geng nervously took Gu Yun to the room specially prepared for the incense master in the merchant ship. He looked cautiously outside the door before closing the door. Chang Geng turned around and said, "Yi..."

Gu Yun turned around and raised a finger to his mouth.

With Gu Yun's hearing ability at this time, unless he shouted loudly into his ear, he would not be able to hear anything at all.

The surroundings were so quiet that for him there were only whispers, but he could tell from the airflow caused by Chang Geng's quick turn when he closed the door that the child might want to talk to him, and he could stop him first.

Gu Yun's special medicine was prescribed by an expert from an unknown source who was found by an old subordinate of the old marquis when he was in his early ten years. Before that, he had been living blindly despite his inability to hear and see.

The old Marquis has been a hard-core man for most of his life and is strict with himself. Even more strict than self-discipline is his son. He doesn't even know how to write the word "pamper". No matter whether Gu Yun can see it or not, no matter what he feels in his heart, he should practice the kung fu.

You have to practice, and the iron puppet will never show mercy to him because of his inconvenience. That is not the sword puppet he used to coax Chang Geng to play - although the sword puppet looks scary, it has been specially adjusted to be able to fight with others.

As long as the point is reached, the sword in your hand will not hurt anyone.

The real iron puppets are just a group of unhuman iron beasts, so who cares about this?

He had to use his weak sight and hearing to deal with the gentle wind flowing around him. No matter how hard the young Gu Yun tried, he could never keep up with the requirements of the old marquis.

Speed ​​and power will be added immediately.

The old Marquis' original words were: "Either you stand up on your own, or you hang yourself from a rafter. The Gu family would rather die than leave waste."

This sentence was like a cold steel nail that was driven into Gu Yun's bones when he was very young and could not be removed for life. When the old marquis passed away and Gu Yun entered the palace, he did not dare to relax one day.

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This extreme sense developed over many years can always help him cover up in some situations, which is why he doesn't wear thick clothes unless his mortal body can't bear the cold.

Because thick fox fur and bloated cotton clothes will affect his feeling.

Gu Yun groped in the air for a moment and wrote on the palm of Chang Geng's hand: "The person you fought just now was a Japanese ninja. Those people are very good at sneaking around. Be careful, the walls have ears."

Chang Geng lowered his head and couldn't help but grab Gu Yun's calloused hand. Then he let out a long breath of anger that was boiling in his chest and shook his head in self-mockery - Gu Yun was always calm and frightened.

It is always him who is half dead.

Gu Yun was puzzled, not knowing what he was sighing for, so he turned his head to look at him and raised an eyebrow.

Chang Geng took advantage of his blindfold and stared at him wantonly.

Gu Yun touched his head along his arm and patted his head.
To be continued...