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Chapter 164, Centurion of Yin Temple

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Liang Zhu had already set up a trap next to Qin Xuanfu, waiting for the prince's secret guard to take the bait.

"Do Qin Xuanfu know about this?"

Wei Yuan suddenly asked.

Liang Zhu nodded, "Of course I know. Since Qin Xiang stood by me so desperately, how dare I let him be in danger."

"Now we just want to create an opportunity, a great opportunity for the prince to feel that he can kill with one blow."

Liang Zhu took a deep breath, turned to look at Wei Yuan, and smiled, "I'm going to bother Mr. Wei again."

"Please trouble me?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"

"Because tomorrow is a great opportunity for the prince, and he cannot miss it."

After hearing what Liang Zhu said, Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and calculated the day. Tomorrow was exactly the day for Qin Chen to have funeral, so Qin Xuanfu naturally gave him away.

Moreover, Qin Chenguan’s tomb was chosen outside the city, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Since he wanted to kill people, he was naturally more skillful outside the city. Without the intervention of the Jintiansi, the chance of success would be much higher.

But Wei Yuan couldn't figure out what Liang Zhu wanted to do himself?

As if seeing Wei Yuan’s doubts, Liang Zhu smiled and said, “Of course, please ask Mr. Wei to stay by Miss Qin Luoyi’s side.”

Hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you arrange someone?"

Liang Zhu immediately shook his head, "My people are only responsible for killing people. The private soldiers of Qin protect his safety, but the prince's secret guards are not easy-to-efficient. If you can't kill Qin, you will definitely turn your target to his most precious daughter."

Speaking of this, Liang Zhu smiled slightly, "Besides, Mr. Wei and Qin Luoyi have some connections. With you, the sword head by her side, Qin Xiang and I will feel much more at ease."

Hearing this, Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and finally nodded, "Okay, since you have promised you, I still have to help you with such a little bit of work."

In a blink of an eye, a night passed, and Wei Yuan drew talismans for another night. He waited until dawn to wash up, changed into a white long gown, took Yan Qingjun to leave the Imperial College, and headed towards the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion.

In the prime minister's mansion, there were crying everywhere, and the coffin had been sealed. I just waited for the time to carry the coffin to see it off.

After Wei Yuan arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, he first paid a sacrifice, and then he noticed that although the servants who sent off the Prime Minister's Mansion looked tearful at this time, they all had a solemn aura on their bodies. I guess they were Qin Xuanfu's private soldiers.

Qin Xuanfu walked to Wei Yuan and bowed first, "Young Master Wei is here."

"The Qin minister's reign is mourning and following changes."

After nodding, Qin Xuanfu looked at Qin Luoyi, who was kneeling in front of the brazier and burning yellow paper, "Today I will leave the girl to Mr. Wei, please be sure to protect her."

"Please rest assured that as long as I am still alive, Miss Qin will not have any accidents."

"I feel relieved if Mr. Wei said this."

As he said this, Qin Xuanfu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Today I want to see who else wants my second life in the Qin family!"

Not long after, the time had arrived. An old man pulled up the erhu and the entire funeral procession carried the coffin and walked out of the gate of the prime minister's mansion.

There were few pedestrians walking on the central axis of the Prime Minister's Mansion to the city gate. Although they did not deliberately clear the scene, many people were very consciously avoiding the side. Although these people didn't know who was dead, they must be either rich or noble, even some top officials, as if they were common people, how could they dare to collide?

I was speechless all the way, as for the desolate erhu sounds as cold as the wind and snow, and the large crying sounds spread.

Wei Yuan and Yan Qingjun followed Qin Luoyi without saying a word.

In addition to the city gate, the funeral team headed towards the tombs that had been selected. There were at least several miles along the way, and anything could happen.

Wei Yuan's spiritual consciousness slowly spread, covering dozens of feet around, paying attention to even the slightest movement of the wind and the wind.

But as I walked along the way, I knew that I had arrived at the location of the tomb, and any accidents happened.

Qin Xuanfu seemed a little surprised. After instructing everyone to bury the coffin, he came to Wei Yuan and said in confusion, "Young Master Wei, can they be today..." Wei Yuan naturally knew what he wanted to say, and before he finished speaking, he shook his head, "Qin Prime Minister is too anxious. It is not safe to not return to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Hearing this, Qin Xuanfu nodded, "What he said makes sense."

Just as they were saying this, suddenly, a sound of breaking wind suddenly came. Wei Yuan's face changed slightly, and he didn't see any moves. The long sword on his waist had already been unsheathed in an instant, pierced in the air, and passed by the arrow flying from the forest.

"Cen!"

The sound of the metal and iron symphony spread, and everyone was shocked in an instant.

"There is an ambush!"

I don’t know who called this, and then everyone immediately moved closer to Qin Xuanfu and surrounded him tightly.

"Here you come!"

Wei Yuan grabbed the flying ox and looked up faintly in the direction where the arrow flew.

In Wei Yuan's eyes, dozens of figures walked out of the dark forest. They were masked in black, with cold eyes, and holding steel knives. They were the group of people who assassinated Tan Shumo and Qin Chenguan on the shore of Ming Lake.

The moment he saw this group of people, Qin Xuanfu's face suddenly became gloomy, "We're finally here!"

The group of dark guards in front of him could not wait. He was the same. They all wanted the other party's life. Qin Xuanfu knew very well that even if he was the prime minister of the current dynasty, he could not kill the prince. So the only thing he could do was to scatter his anger on these dark guards. He wanted to eat his flesh to vent his anger, so he wanted these people to appear earlier.

Moreover, if you can kill all these secret guards in one fell swoop, it would be considered as pulling out a poisonous fang from the prince and letting out a sigh of anger for his dead son.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuanfu turned his head and looked at Qin Luoyi who was hiding behind Wei Yuan, took a deep breath, and then suddenly spoke loudly, "Two, let's leave these people to you. I want them to die without a complete body!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man who played the Erhu in the funeral team nodded, then walked out of the crowd, walked to the group of secret guards, and smiled, "Since it's Qin Xiang's intention, I should do it with all my strength."

As he said that, the old man saluted slightly to the group of secret guards and smiled, "Everyone, I guess you are the prince's people."

"Who are you? No one is involved. Wait and leave quickly!"

"I forbidden the centurion of the Yin Temple of the Heavenly Secret Palace, my voice is so polite."

As soon as the word "四官网" came out, the group of dark guards finally had a hint of vigilance in their eyes, and they unconsciously took a half-step back.

"Centurion of the Secret Palace?"

It is rumored that there are official positions such as ten men, centurion, and thousand men. In the palace, official positions represent strength. At least the centurion should be at the beginning of the Duanchen period, and they are all kinds of elites, so their strength should not be underestimated.

But even so, the dark guard was not very panicked. Although the other party was a powerful Duanchen master, they were all cultivators at the upper level of fetal breathing and even peaks, and there were as many as fifty people. Could it be that they could not handle a small centurion in the dark palace?
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