Wu Yi's expression changed when he saw the fireworks like the bright moon. Huoran?wen???w?w?w?.

He raised his sword and walked towards Li Xianyuan.

"Wait a minute." Li Xianyuan suddenly said.

Wu Yi stopped walking, tilted her head and said, "Any last words? Tell me. For the sake of making this girl happy."

After a long silence, Li Xianyuan said: "Wen Ruyu... is with you?"

Somehow, he remembered the scene where Wen Ruyu opened the wardrobe and left hesitantly. He couldn't help but blurt out.

Wu Yi was startled, then rolled her eyes and chuckled: "Of course, and what she has done is only more, not less, than me. I never thought that your old friend is also a scorpion-hearted person."

She is a religious saint. She takes pleasure in toying with others, so how can she let the dying people feel relieved and die.

It was interesting to her to die in despair and pain.

Li Xianyuan remained silent, and his reaction made Wu Yi feel bored. Losing patience, he raised his sword and was about to stab...

Suddenly, there was another clear whistle outside the window. Unlike before, this time two fireworks took off, exploding suddenly in the dark sky. One was like a bright moon, and the other was like the sun.

The sun and the moon shine together.

"Huh? If it's not the New Year or the festival, which kid is setting off fireworks randomly?" In the Shen family courtyard, Shen Sheng was dressed coolly, holding half a scoop of watermelon and eating it with a mouth full of juice. Seeing the fireworks blooming in the sky, he couldn't help but raise his head and said blankly. .

Father Shen walked out of the room, looked up at the two fireworks in the sky, and couldn't help but murmured.

"The sun and moon are in the sky..."

At the same time, Wu Yi also murmured, her bright eyes shrinking.

The sun and moon are empty?

Li Xianyuan felt strange and silently remembered these four words in his heart.

The appearance of fireworks distracted Wu Yi, as something important was about to happen.

But she didn't mess around, instead she raised her sword and stabbed Li Xianyuan! She wanted to kill Li Xianyuan before rushing over!

Li Xianyuan's black eyes instantly shrank to the size of a wheat awn, and his body retreated. At the same time, with a thought in his mind, a wisp of awe-inspiring aura filled the front of him, like mist and clouds that obscured it.

Pfft——

The sword pierced into the body. This sword was of extraordinary quality, cutting iron like mud, so how could it be stopped by a body of flesh and blood.

The front of the sword seemed to be in the clouds, and it was hard to see where it hit. Wu Yi's intuition told Wu Yi that Li Xianyuan was still alive, so he had to use some force.

?——

A sharp sound like a pigeon whistle exploded over Wuhou City, and spread throughout Wuhou County in just a few breaths.

Wu Yi's expression suddenly changed. She glanced at Li Xianyuan unwillingly, quickly jumped out of the window, disappeared into the night in a few jumps, and ran towards the remains of the fireworks.

A voice as crisp as an oriole came from afar.

"Little plum, let you live a little longer."

…

Jingshen Academy

In a secret room in the northeast, a stone door weighing a thousand kilograms suddenly opened, and a cold and ethereal figure walked out, looking like Chang'e in the heavenly palace under the night sky.

The figure looked in the distance in the direction where the whistle came from. His beautiful face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were as cold and arrogant as snow.

"The Pigeon Whistle... Zhaojiao is really a coward, daring to come here and run wild."

The figure shouted coldly, stepped lightly on the ground, and suddenly rose into the sky, heading straight to the sky!

…

But when Li Xianyuan and Wu Yi left, Li Xianyuan dissipated his awe-inspiring aura. He was seen leaning on the door with his hand covering his right shoulder, his blood soaking through the boy's robe, dyeing it deep, and the stains spreading between his fingers.

If he hadn't taken a step back when the sword struck, his shoulder would have definitely been pierced.

"Cultivation... the devil..."

Li Xianyuan stared at the scenery outside the window and murmured.

Now the trouble is big.

That last whistle saved his life.

The wound was a finger deep. It wasn't serious, but it couldn't be left alone. And he didn't know how long it would take for the girl to come back. Li Xianyuan opened the door and rushed out. He didn't go far, turned back, picked up the brush that fell on the table, and then opened the ink cartridge.

.

He couldn't find the water, so he spat in it a few times. The tip of his pen slipped and became stained with black ink, and he turned around and ran downstairs.

"Li Zhuang..." The waiter saw Li Xianyuan and just opened his mouth when he saw Li Xianyuan stumbled down with his right shoulder covered, blood dripping all the way along his sleeves, and he was very panicked.

"What's wrong with you!"

Li Xianyuan ignored him and ran straight past. As soon as Fang rushed out, he saw two strong men running to the front of the inn. They were the two guards sent by the Prime Minister of Fang County to protect him.

"Master Li!"

When the two guards heard the shouts, they rushed in. They looked at Li Xianyuan's wounds and felt their hearts pounding. They pulled out their swords with a clang, with a cold light shining under the moonlight. They guarded Li Xianyuan's left and right sides.

"Two eldest brothers, go and report..."

Li Xianyuan suddenly fell silent. The girl pretending to be Princess Huiming was a cultivator, and even telling the county magistrate at this time would not help.

He changed his words and said: "The assassin stabbed me while I was still alive. Could you please take me to the hospital?"

The two officers looked at each other, one of them clasped his fists and said, "Master Li, wait a moment." Then they rushed onto the street and ran to nowhere.

The remaining guard guarded Li Xianyuan behind him, and he looked around cautiously. Seeing this, the waiter did not dare to step forward, so he ran to the kitchen to get a rolling pin, and ran out of the inn, imitating the guard's behavior and looking around.

Li Xianyuan covered the wound on his right shoulder with his left hand and held a pen in his right hand. His dark eyes looked around cautiously, brewing an aura of awe in his heart just in case.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves came from the empty street.

A carriage stopped in front of the inn. The guard jumped out of the carriage and opened the curtain to let Li Xianyuan in.

The groom had a look of fear on his face, and he didn't know where the guard had snatched it from. He repeatedly begged for mercy and asked the guard to let him go.

Li Xianyuan climbed onto the carriage and said to the coachman: "Brother coachman, I am Li Xianyuan. I am quite famous in Wuhou City. I am now the sixth rank Guannei Marquis. I was attacked by gangsters today and I am seriously injured. Please send me to a nearby hospital as soon as possible."

"

Li Xianyuan's name was already known to everyone in Wuhou City. The groom said in shock: "Young master, you are really..."

The guard pushed the groom: "Then there is still a lie! Why don't you go to the hospital quickly? If Mr. Li is good or bad, I will ask you!"

"Yes!" The groom hurriedly pulled the reins, and the horse kicked off its hooves. The guard standing in front of the carriage was unsteady and almost fell down.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk————

The horses' hooves galloped, and the carriages galloped through the empty streets in the night, raising a cloud of dust.

The guards pulled down the curtain so that they would not know about the accident in the carriage.

One guard stood at the front of the car, and the other guarded Li Xianyuan. The steel knife flashed with a cold light. They felt very guilty for causing Li Xianyuan to be injured. If they did anything bad again, they would have no shame to see the magistrate and county magistrate.

The martial artist has a sword, and Li Xianyuan also holds a writing brush.

The two guards did not know the identity of the girl, but Li Xianyuan knew it. The martial arts people could not resist her for a single time. Li Xianyuan, the only verbal sword that could resist her, had not yet mastered it, so he could only use the vision of poetry to temporarily repel her.

The cool breeze blew into the carriage, ruffling Li Xianyuan's silk and robes. Li Xianyuan suddenly raised his head and vaguely saw the sky, an ethereal figure like a fairy flying past under the moonlight. The direction was exactly where the fireworks were launched.
Chapter completed!