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Chapter 13 Chen Xiaoer made a move
"Bee!"

The horse neighed, and the coachman shouted suddenly.Then came the violent turbulence.

A sense of weightlessness came, and Chen Xiaoer's heart sank.

Reminiscent of the information prompt just now, it is obvious that the people ambush here have already made a move.

Chen Fugui also panicked at this moment, subconsciously grasping the seat under him with both hands.

The carriage had stopped, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

"I'll go and have a look." As he said that, Chen Xiaoer grabbed Chen Fugui's arm, motioned him to sit down and not to move around, and was about to go out with his back bent.

"and many more!"

At this time, Chen Fugui looked up at Chen Xiaoer who got up, pursed his lips, and said:
"I'm afraid something has changed. I have a feeling of unease."

Chen Xiaoer took a breath, turned his head to look, and saw Chen Fugui frowning deeply.

It seems that he also found something wrong.

Although Confucianism cultivators are abolished, they are extremely sensitive to the perception of blessings and misfortunes. Even the dreams of some great Confucianists have the effect of predicting.

"Don't worry, it rained yesterday, and the mountains are full of potholes. They must have sunk in. I'll go out and have a look first." Chen Xiaoer said calmly.

"Come on, I can help too."

Chen Fugui said worriedly and was about to get up, but was held down by Chen Xiaoer, "Don't make trouble for me!"

"Don't worry, I will call you when I need it." He rolled his eyes at Chen Fugui who was hesitant to speak.

Chen Xiaoer opened the curtain and walked out.

The moment the curtain was lowered, he flicked his fingers without a trace,

Chen Fugui in the car suddenly tilted his neck and fell into a coma.

A thick fog rose, and Chen Xiaoer narrowed his eyes slightly.

The horse fell to the ground, with blood spurting from its neck, and the driver in charge of driving the carriage stared, keeping pulling the reins.

This time!

A "bang" exploded from the depths of the fog.

The cold light exploded——

A sharp knife pierced through the thick fog, and rushed towards Chen Xiaoer's head with a cold light!

This knife is extremely fierce!The sharp saber aura roared and cut a thick and wide hideous gap in the thick fog.

"Snapped!"

At this moment of lightning and flint, Chen Xiaoer suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of the knife, and the energy of the knife shattered in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and Chen Xiaoer's eyes flashed with admiration, "Professional killer, retreat immediately if you can't succeed in one blow!"

Soon, Chen Xiaoer swung his arm violently, and the sharp knife in his palm was thrown out in a savage and rough way.

The big knife pierced the air!

Fly back at a speed that is many times faster than when it came.

"laugh!

...Boom! "

A sharp weapon pierced through the flesh and came out, and there was a dull sound of hitting the wooden stake.

It's a one-off!

Chen Xiaoer squinted his eyes and came to the depths of the fog.

A quack swordsman in black sackcloth and a broken bamboo hat was nailed to death on a big tree, his eyes were wide open.

As if something incredible happened.

Until his death, he didn't know what happened and who killed him.

"Three grades of martial arts."

Chen Xiaoer stopped, looked up at the swordsman who was nailed to the tree stump in front of him, and remembered the information note he saw earlier.

[The killer of Xueyilou ambushed outside the White Horse Forest, preparing to attack and kill Chen Fugui and Chen Xiaoer, the sons of Jingzhao Mansion Yin]

"...I think this is the killer of Xueyi Building. To deal with two people who have no cultivation level, they actually dispatched a killer of the third rank of martial arts..."

"Obviously he has the determination to kill."

[Breaking Bad Master Bai Su strikes again. 】

[Chen Cheng, the female supervisor of the Guozijian, was hunted down, but fortunately an expert rescued him and survived...]

[The tenth-ranked killer on the list of killers, a sixth-rank martial artist, broke into the Jingzhao Mansion by force, and escaped after failing to assassinate the governor of the mansion, Chen Changshou...]

In less than half a day, the whole family was assassinated at the same time.

"...Fortunately, everyone else is out of danger." Looking at these messages, Chen Xiaoer secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

What kind of hatred would kill everyone in the Chen family?

After finding no useful clues on the swordsman, Chen Xiaoer was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

The dense fog that shrouded the woods suddenly seemed to come alive, and began to wreak havoc in the woods.

For a time, no matter whether it is underground or on the ground, as long as there are living creatures that may exist, all the places they pass will be annihilated.

The swordsman's body was also shattered by the thick fog, leaving no bones... Chen Xiaoer's figure had disappeared.

After going back to bury the coachman, Chen Xiaoer led the sleepy Chen Fugui into the depths of the pine forest and headed for White Horse Academy.

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Walk among the humid pine forests.

Chen Xiaoer didn't use a heavy hand when he lifted the door curtain, so Chen Fugui woke up not long after.

"The coachman is dead?" Chen Fugui whispered after a while.

Is this the time?
Glancing at Chen Fugui who had entered the state of Internet suppression, Chen Xiaoer didn't hide anything, and told what happened just now.

However, in his description, he was an enthusiastic rivers and lakes hero who took care of the swordsman when he passed by.And he helped to bury the coachman.

"A family has lost its mainstay. I don't know whose son, whose husband, and whose father...

"In the same world, life is divided into high and low."

"...I'm sorry to be human."

It's kind of like that... When Chen Xiaoer thought of the groom, his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

He couldn't help being brought into Chen Fugui's emotions.

"Slap!" Chen Xiaoer slapped himself!

"Be sober!" Chen Xiaoer thought inwardly that it was dangerous, and he was almost assimilated by Chen Fugui, the 'Internet suppressor'.

Looking at the top of Chen Fugui's head again, there was a faint blue light!

"...Can it affect my literary spirit?!"

At this moment, Chen Xiaoer began to pay attention to this "network suppressor" younger brother from the bottom of his heart.

Not normal, so abnormal.

As we all know, Confucianism cultivation, refining the noble literary spirit, gathering the youthful spirit in the chest, the gentleman stands in the sky and the earth, and all evils do not invade.

But it is only acting on oneself, it is impossible to affect other people.

Especially for people with deeper realms, the impact will be smaller!
Chen Xiaoer thinks that even if the Confucian sects are tied together, it is impossible for Wen Qi to have a hairy influence on him.

But just now, I was almost brought into his emotions by Chen Fugui.

This is not normal.

-

At the center of the White Horse Forest——

Pavilions, halls, temples and towers are everywhere.

A voice called Shiyun's reading sounded.

Surrounding the sky above the forest, strips of blue light swirl like auroras.

Wisps of green energy flowed into the light curtain continuously like a stream.

It makes the light curtain brighter and clearer.

In the center of the White Horse Academy, two lofts tens of meters high face each other, with a long corridor built in the middle.

Below both sides of the promenade, there are high tower eaves interspersed.

on the corridor.

An old man in a light blue robe stood with his hands behind his back.

Looking at the sky, there is light flowing in the eyes of the gods, and I don't know what I am thinking.

The dean of White Horse Academy, Murong Jie.

She is also the teacher of the concubine, and her status is extremely respected.

"Teacher, have you thought about it?" A voice sounded.

Nan Ke's figure came from not far away.

"...I have seen the concubine." Murong Jie bowed and saluted.

Seeing the teacher salute to herself, Nan Ke didn't stop her, she knew it would be useless to persuade her.

Etiquette cannot be broken, this is what the teacher said.

After Murong Jie straightened up, he said with a faint smile:

"Since I established this White Horse Academy, I have been ready to die for Confucianism and Taoism."

"Once the road ahead is opened up, there will definitely be another path to practice in this world."

"This path of practice can only be mastered by the White Horse Academy. At that time, you will be able to control the world's Confucianism."

When Murong Jie spoke, he couldn't hide his excitement.

"But what if Li Qilin made a mistake?" Nan Ke still couldn't hold back, and retorted.

"Wrong, I have to try!" Murong said in a low voice.

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