This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 101 Shuo Xuan Appears
"Aren't you going to write to Jingli?"

In the courtyard, Huangfu Xiaoyuan, disguised as Linglong, looked at Lu Hanjiang suspiciously and asked.

According to Yan Fengyun's statement, Shaolin Temple has set a competition rule of one match a day, and now that the shocking incident of the daughter of the sword king suddenly happened, everyone didn't pay much attention to Lu Hanjiang after he left the venue.

After nightfall, he slowly returned to the small courtyard and told Huangfu Xiaoyuan everything, and only then did he come up with the above question.

"There are so many Jinyiwei in Beijing, so it's not like everyone is a dead man, right?" Lu Hanjiang didn't seem to care much about this matter.

"Aren't you worried about that girl's accident?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked.

"Of course I'm worried."

Lu Hanjiang wiped the secrets lovingly, and said, "It's just that I'm not in Beijing right now, so there's no use worrying about it anymore. Jiang Xian is not a fool. I can do a good job if I don't trust him. If I can't control the situation, I'll fly every day, and that's useless."

It would be a lie to say that he doesn't care, Shang Luo is the key card to clamp down on Shang's actions, Lu Hanjiang can't give up on her for no reason, but it's not realistic to say that he will go all the way back to guard against thieves just because of this.

Besides, he really wanted to know, under the strict defense of Jin Yiwei, which gangster would dare to rob people.

In other words, if you have a brain, you should know that using force in the capital is the worst policy, and then the opponent is still sure to rob people, there is a lot to do here.

It must be another master in Beijing who hooked up with the forces of the Jianghu. Thinking of this, Lu Hanjiang's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

Then, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know Yan Fengyun?"

"Heroes of the beggar gang, he is a real figure in the world." Huangfu Xiaoyuan answered politely, and asked most people about Yan Fengyun, and they should all get this answer.

Lu Hanjiang was a little disappointed when he didn't get the answer he hoped for. He said, "This person showed affection to the Xiaoyao faction for no reason. I guess he has some relationship with the Xiaoyao faction."

After Huangfu Xiaoyuan heard the words, she thought for a while and said: "It is rumored that this deputy leader of the Beggars' Clan had made some famous names in the world before joining the Beggars' Clan. There is no mention of the past."

Lu Hanjiang also knows a thing or two about the reputation of the heroes of the beggar gang. From the way he is doing now, he must be able to find out that there is nothing wrong. If there is anything missing, it must be a story that happened in the past.

It is not easy to find out the past, even Jin Yiwei's hands and eyes are open to the sky, and it is impossible to record all the affairs of the rivers and lakes in the past few decades. Many years ago, Yan Fengyun was just a random person. Number one in line of sight.

Forget it, for this kind of thing, Lu Hanjiang is not determined to investigate to the end. He has no clues at hand, and even the gods can only stare blankly.

"Keep this matter in mind, and when you return to Beijing, if you have any clues, you will"

Before the words finished, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard, Lu Hanjiang stopped talking, Huangfu Xiaoyuan naturally blended into Linglong's role, and opened the door with lowered eyebrows, a little novice outside.

"It's late at night, what's the matter, little master?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked.

The little monk said a word to Amitabha, and handed over an unsigned letter: "The little monk is a sage at the mountain gate. Just now, a benefactor left this letter and left."

The letter only wrote "Xiaoyao Send Receive". After handing over the letter, the little novice took his leave and left. Huangfu Xiaoyuan secretly observed the outside, and after confirming that no one was spying secretly, he closed the gate of the courtyard and sent the letter to him. Handed over to Lu Hanjiang.

The letter was beautifully written, not like something a reckless quack could write. Lu Hanjiang fiddled with the envelope, but he didn't find any hidden weapon hidden in it, so he handed it back to Huangfu Xiaoyuan to open it.

Although it is so solemn, there is actually only one page inside, and there is only one sentence on it——

"The enmity at Qingmei Village will be settled in three days' time."

Huangfu Xiaoyuan read the content above, and then said: "Qingmeizhuang is thousands of miles away, even if the horse flies every day, it can't be done within two days. This should be written by someone pretending to be .”

"a."

Lu Hanjiang stroked his chin and asked, "What do you think?"

"Hengshan? Five Sacred Mountains?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan's guess is very simple. Nowadays, there are not many people who have the strength and courage to trouble him. Today, Lu Hanjiang just lost face to Five Sacred Mountains. It would be reasonable for them to wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

"Not them."

Lu Hanjiang shook his head, and said: "The Wuyue Sword faction has never played tricks. With their size, they can directly move out of the Hengshan sect head to find a place in person. Why do such things like secretly pretending to be someone else."

"Who could it be?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked.

Lu Hanjiang thought about it, and suddenly a flash of light appeared in his mind, and he said a name: "Linglong."

"Xuehua Palace?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan was a little surprised.

"Maybe this letter is not for me, but for 'you'." Lu Hanjiang narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and ordered: "Tomorrow, you take advantage of the martial arts competition and give this letter to Bian Guang. Let him ask the meaning of this letter from Linglong's mouth."

"Subordinates obey."

It was already late at night, but Wangchen still couldn't fall asleep, what happened in the hall during the day, he actually didn't take it to heart.

After all, the matter of Wandaomen is over for the Wudang sect. Even if Li Guishou has a daughter who is still alive, that is someone else's business.

According to their sect's style of conduct, even if this matter really fell on Wudang's head, most of the disaster would not hurt his family. No Wudang disciple would take action against an orphan girl.

In the final analysis, they and Wandaomen are just fighting against evil, but there is no real enmity.

Wangchen is now worried about tomorrow's martial arts competition. Hu Qianzhong lost with a single sword, and Lu Hanjiang's strength has not been tested at all. Although he has practiced martial arts for a few years more than these people, no one can say that talent is such a thing. it is good.

However, he is a Taoist, and victory or defeat comes second, but the Taiji Qingling swordsmanship that Lu Hanjiang used that day really made him feel uneasy.

Wangchen knew that the Xiaoyao Sect has a small non-phase kung fu, which can imitate the world's martial arts, but this is also what he is worried about. If it is really reproduced one by one, he will feel at ease. Also useless.

But Lu Hanjiang's sword did not have the connotation of Tai Chi Qingling at all, and even faintly, it seemed that there was another set of rules and regulations, which was completely opposite to this indisputable sword, and it was the real sword of the most vicious and the most murderous.

There can be no second Three Swords of Heaven and Dao in the world, and there must be no second Huangfu Yushu.

While sighing, the door of Wangchen's room was pushed open, Qingping's figure appeared outside the door, he frowned slightly, and taught without turning his head: "It's so late, why haven't you rested yet."

A few breaths passed without hearing Qingping's response, Wangchen turned around, only to be surprised that Qingping's acupuncture points had been tapped, his small face was extremely nervous, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Wangchen's face darkened, his sword had already been untied on the table, and at this moment he pointed to the sword and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

"Brother Dao, be safe and don't be impatient."

That familiar voice came from outside the empty room. After Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, he suddenly turned to look at the table, and saw a Taoist in green robe and jade belt, who had already sat down for himself, even for him. Poured a cup of tea.

Wang Chen stared at that face, long memories flooded into his mind, he exclaimed: "Shuo Xuan?"

"Wang Chen, it's rare that you still remember me, we haven't seen each other for more than twenty years."

(End of this chapter)