Great Xuanwu Sheng

Chapter 147 Yan Wansi

 “Heavy breathing, surging energy and blood…”

Chen Mu focused his attention on the artistic conception of Xunfeng, and tried his best to raise Qiufengjue's perception to the most acute level. Even if the people in the field were scattered, messy and mixed, he could still keenly capture that one. The breath of an unknown person was sensed one after another.

The warriors' Qi and blood were strong, and their breathing was light and long. Compared with ordinary people, it was easy to distinguish them. Most of them were quickly excluded, leaving only two people.

The auras of these two people are relatively long, and the qi and blood are thick, but it is impossible to judge accurately whether it is the Yijin state or the Bone forging state. After all, although Chen Mu's current Xunfeng artistic conception is the earliest artistic conception he mastered, But it is the shallowest of the three artistic conceptions. When the scenes are mixed and there is no action on each other, the difference is too subtle and difficult to distinguish.

but.

Chen Mu was not in a dilemma at this time, because he could not accurately judge whether the two people were in the Yijin Realm or the Bone Forging Realm, but they would definitely not be higher. Among these two people, there is still no need to alert the snake, just a little trial.

At the thought of this, Chen Mu gently raised his hand, picked up the wine cup and took a sip of wine. At the same time, his fingertips trembled invisibly, and a drop of water flew out silently and fell on the nearest person.

"Um?"

The man was very keen. Although he could not distinguish the source of the drop of water for a moment, he still flicked his finger when the drop of water was about to fall on him, and the drop of wine flew out again.

 Good kung fu, but it’s not this person...

Chen Mu's heart moved slightly. The quick reaction when the water droplet approached just now was nothing, but being able to flick the finger so lightly that the drop of wine did not splash, but flew out again like a jade bead, was not. What can be achieved with pure strength requires minute control over the power, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This person is also a Bone Forging Realm, but this kind of subtle control over strength and softness cannot be developed by a mud-legged person like Yan Wansi, and judging from the shape of his hands, he cannot be more than thirty years old. There is a high probability that he is one of the four disciples.

With a snap of his fingers, there was no sound. After knocking away a drop of wine, the man made no other movements. He continued to sit and watch the singing and dancing, but he seemed to vaguely begin to sense the movement around him and take stock of the people around him.

 Chen Mu didn't care.

This man remained calm and didn't make any noise, which was just right for him, so he turned his gaze to the other man, tapped his fingertip, and popped out another drop of wine and flew away.

However, the other person seemed to be a little too unbearable. He didn't even notice the flying wine, and it was dripped directly on his body, and penetrated into it all at once. His body only reacted when it came into contact with the wine, and his hair tightened. The whole person was startled, but when he saw that his shoulders were only slightly wet, as if the drink splashed by the person next to him while drinking, he shook his head and relaxed.

 His energy and blood also fluctuated during the whole process, but he was just a warrior in the Yijin realm.

 “Neither of these two people, then…”

Chen Mu raised his head imperceptibly and looked at the ceiling above.

There is also a third floor in the Oriole Pavilion, where there are separate private rooms. You can not only enjoy the singing and dancing girls in the Oriole Pavilion, but also do some romantic things.

 Thoughts together.

Chen Mu said calmly: "I'm a little tired, please take me upstairs to rest."

Xiao Lian was sitting obediently on her knees next to her. When she heard this, she couldn't help but be startled, but she still responded cutely and helped Chen Mu up, leading Chen Mu up to the third floor.

But at this moment, a drop of wine suddenly flew over and landed on Chen Mu's shoulder. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a slightly unusual luster in the drop of wine, and there is a faint hint of sword light contained in it.

However, Chen Mu seemed to be unaware and stood up with Xiao Lian's support. It wasn't until the drop of wine was approaching that he poked a finger out of his left sleeve to receive the light flick of the drop of wine.

 Zi.

This time the drink was not flicked out again, but instead sizzled on his fingertips and disappeared all of a sudden.

As if he was just doing it casually, Chen Mu did not look in the direction where the drink was flying. As if he was slightly drunk, he left the hall and went to the third floor with the support of Xiao Lian next to him.

 Not far away.

A figure wearing a black cloth hat, but there was a hint of surprise in the eyes behind the black cloth.

He was the first person Chen Mu tried to test before. After careful observation and discovering that it was Chen Mu who had poured out the drink, he returned the test. However, his test was nothing trivial. There was something in that drop of wine. A trace of artistic conception power was extinguished in an understatement.

"Who is this person? How can he destroy my sword intention so easily..."

From his perception and observation of Chen Mu, he could also tell that Chen Mu was not very old, and was still under thirty years old. First of all, he was definitely not his fellow disciple of the Tianjian Sect, because he was the only one who practiced the 'Mortal Sword' Intent. Only then will they come to Goulanzhi, and secondly, they will not be from Xueyin Tower and Hehuan Sect. Xueyin Tower focuses on concealment and assassination, and will not make probing moves like just now. Not to mention Hehuan Sect, they are all women. It is possible in Xuanji Pavilion, but most of the disciples in Xuanji Pavilion are talkative, and there are few people like Chen Mu who can sit there quietly.

Um.

By the way, there seems to be another person who is eye-catching among the younger generation in Yucheng who is not a disciple of the Four Sects.

 “Could it be him?”

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment and finally shook his head. If it is the person from the Supervision Department who is here to investigate something, then it is possible. It seems that this situation is not directed at him, so there is no need to wade into this muddy water, but is this person really from a poor background?

The Qixuan Sect could not even include such a person, and did not take him into the sect. It was really closed for too long, and it was too condescending. It was also worthy of their generation of true successors, even the fourth sword of Zuo Qianqiu's "Seven Heaven-Jieting Swords" Can't stop it.

However, Zuo Qianqiu was originally the only peerless person in their Heavenly Sword Sect who had understood the artistic conception of "Heavenly Sword" in the past hundred years. He was recognized as the number one true disciple in the past hundred years. Even the true disciples of various sects such as Xueyinxuanji, etc., did not dare to face it directly. Its front.

Think of this.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It was undoubtedly a tragedy to be born in the same era as a figure like Zuo Qianqiu. Under its dazzling light, anyone could only be eclipsed.

However, he couldn't even squeeze into the top ten of the inner sect. Recently, he has become less interested in fighting. He just drinks and listens to music every day and hangs out with his senior brothers. Zuo Qianqiu is the only one in this generation. Just carry the cauldron and sweep the world.

 …

Oriole Pavilion.

 Three floors.

 Located in a room in the southeast corner.

A man in his forties, with a thin face and a long-healed sword wound on his forehead, was sitting cross-legged, drinking the wine in front of him.

In front of her was a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a light green dance skirt, her bare feet gently stepping on the pineapple wooden floor, her figure dancing nimbly, her slender waist was as soft as if she had no bones. .

 Just dance.

The girl kept her posture of leaning back and bending her waist. After a while, she turned around and looked at the thin man a few steps in front of her. She said with a smile: "My lord, how good is this dance?"

There seems to be some uncivilized childishness in the girl's eyebrows, but there seems to be a hint of coquettishness in her eyes that is inconsistent with childishness. Her graceful figure and the looming orchid valley are unsettling.

"good very good…"

Yan Wansi grinned, completely aroused. He suddenly jumped out from behind the table, pressed the girl under him, and in just two moves, he tore the light green dance skirt to pieces. fall.

A look of panic suddenly appeared on the girl's face. She twisted and struggled and said: "No, guest officials can't... I am a servant and do not accept guests..."

　　“Huh! If something is unclear, that’s what I like.”

Yan Wansi looked at the girl's panic and became more and more excited. The girl's charming look just now was obviously meant to seduce. She was not a housekeeper. She didn't accept guests. She was probably just acting for him. It happened that he really liked this. Over the years, as the Black Cloud Thief, he has loved watching those young girls from good families panic and being pushed to the ground by him, struggling in vain.

Other ordinary women do not interest him much.

The girl struggled in panic, but she didn't seem to have much strength. Yan Wansi picked up a broken dance skirt and stuffed it into her mouth. She whimpered and couldn't make a sound. Tears welled up in her pure eyes, making a crying gesture. .

 But at this moment.

boom!

 The closed door wall was suddenly penetrated by something, and a beam of light, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, struck towards Yan Wansi.

Yan Wansi reacted very quickly. One moment he was lying on the ground pressing down on the girl, and the next moment he suddenly jumped up, like a flexible gecko, and immediately clung to the wall. At the same time, he could clearly see the piercing air. Come streamer.

 But it is a delicate flower branch!

It looked like a flower branch outside, which was picked casually, but at this moment it came through the air, not only penetrated the hard door panel, but after passing by the position where he was before, it was directly nailed into the door that was as hard as iron stone. The delicate wintersweet flower on the top of the pineapple board didn’t even have a single petal damaged!

Yan Wansi's pupils shrank violently, and without any hesitation, he immediately hit the window sill, smashing the closed window, and was about to rush out of the Oriole Pavilion.

However.

 At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

 “Stay.”

Accompanying this sound, there was another sharp sound of breaking through the air. It was still a flower branch, coming first and attacking Yan Wansi diagonally from the left. Yan Wansi moved very fast and clearly broke the window. The body was already in mid-air, but it twisted hard and avoided to the right, but then another flower branch flew through the air from the right, moving even faster, with a faint trace of lightning and arcs on it, More sharp and sharp.

Yan Wansi's face was extremely ugly. He stood up like a carp in the air and stretched out his body forcefully. At the same time, he hooked his right hand to the edge of the window sill and pulled hard. He could barely avoid the flying flower branches, but he was forced to retreat back. inside the house.

 Cold wind poured in from the broken window sill.

With Yan Wansi's martial arts realm and the existence of the Bone Forging Realm, he would naturally not feel uncomfortable due to this coldness, but at this moment, his whole body and mind were cold, and he looked at the man who had just opened the door and walked calmly with an ugly expression. Jin's figure.

Although the figure was dressed in green clothes and a black cloth hat, and his face was indistinguishable, Yan Wansi already understood who the person in front of him was thanks to the power of the three flower branches and the power of wind and thunder attached to them.

　　Supervisory Division Du Division!

 Chen Mu!

 (End of this chapter)