Quan Yan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "It's in that house with the tallest gate tower."

"Senior Brother Quan, what should we do?"

"You exit and hide first, I will go over and take a look alone."

Quan Yan raised his vigilance to the highest level and slowly approached the Fang family's house.

Because the feeling of being spied on just now made his heartstrings tense, and he was ready to retreat or attack violently at any time.

It was not a long distance, and it took Quan Yan twenty breaths to finally reach the gatehouse of Fangfu.

He looked around for a long time, with a doubtful look on his eyebrows.

"No matter what sensory detection method I used, nothing was found. Could it be that I was affected by mystical delusions just now, so I had inexplicable hallucinations?"

An idea flashed through Quan Yan's mind, and when he thought about the information he had collected and mastered about Guishu's antique house, his heart suddenly became calmer.

"There is still a short distance between this place and Gui Shufang's manor. Even if there is an abnormal situation there, it will be difficult to affect the market town of Shajinchang. So I am just looking for trouble and scaring myself."

Quan Yan felt relieved and slowly opened the ajar door.

He walked into the yard, leaving a clear line of footprints behind him.

The ground is covered with white snow, coupled with dead flowers, plants and trees, giving it an air of dilapidation and decay.

After passing through the entire vestibule, Quan Yan stopped in the corridor of the first row of houses, carefully observing the traces left by the warriors after their fight, feeling inexplicably emotional in his heart.

"Back then, Qizhou wiped out the demon sect, and the battle by the Luoshui River was brutal. Gui Shufang fought against many masters of the imperial sect on his own, and was able to injure Mr. Donghe, Taishang Feng and others. It makes people think about it every time.

It feels unimaginable.

For many years after that, the teacher kept the battle a secret until he resigned from his post as Taichang of the Patrol Department and found a place to live in seclusion.

It was then that I learned that the housekeepers at the gold tanning farm were actually related to Gui Shufang, and that those few people actually spared this man's life and allowed him to live near the manor."

"It was later that the teacher retired to seclusion, Donghe in the Four Elephant Hall, and Xuanwu Dao Feng Miao died, so the surveillance of this place was gradually relaxed, and eventually no one mentioned it again."

Quan Yan opened the door of a room.

The cold wind stirs up the dust, mixing it with a musty smell that fills your nose and mouth.

He held his breath, searched carefully inside, and then went to the next room.

Soon after, Quan Yan wiped off the dust on his hands and whispered to himself, "The teacher asked me to come here in a hurry this time. He said that he sensed the sound of flowers blooming. He was not in the gold tanning field, but in the manor.

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The old man may be really confused. He talks incoherently and incoherently. Apart from the sound of flowers blooming, he doesn't give me any other clues. How can I find it?"

"The sound of flowers blooming?"

Suddenly, a calm man's voice came from outside the originally deserted corridor in front of the house.

Quan Yan suddenly stopped, lowered his eyes and listened.

The hands hidden in the sleeves each held the handle of the knife at the waist, tapping the thumb lightly and pointing forward, already ready to strike suddenly.

After a moment, the gentle man's voice sounded again, as if drifting in the wind and snow, "I had planned to leave, but I saw you coming, so can you tell me who you are and what you are doing here?

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Closer, closer...

Quan Yan emptied his mind, silently listening to the increasingly clear voice, and at the same time nervously speculated and calculated the distance between the two parties.

Just when the last sentence was spoken, he suddenly burst out without warning.

Suddenly a sharp sound broke through the air.

Quan Yan's essence, energy, mind and spirit were united into one, and all the strength of his body was concentrated in one place, and then all of it was poured into the unsheathed swords.

At this moment, two new moons seemed to light up under the dark night.

The two scimitar swords were as graceful as a swimming dragon and as graceful as a startling dragon. They seemed to have spirituality and life, reflecting each other in the wind and snow, chasing the source of the sound.

Quan Yanren moved his sword and cut into the dark night and wind and snow.

It's as if the soul is trembling and blending into the bright sword light.

At this moment, Quan Yan was inexplicably sighing in his heart. Perhaps this was the most mysterious sword strike in his life.

Even if there is a big mountain standing in front of him, he will cut it in two.

Suddenly there was a soft cry.

The light faded away and the new moon fell into the sky.

Like a wandering dragon, the scimitar turned from extreme motion to extreme stillness without warning, hanging alone in mid-air.

Quan Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and a figure in black clothes and black robes was reflected inside.

The sword he had concentrated all his energy and spirit on was blocked by the man with a wave of his hand.

The next moment, the man spread his fingers and grabbed it as if casually.

Quan Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed away the wind and snow with his two swords, blooming in layers, like two fireworks blooming quietly under the dark night.

Ding ding ding ding...

In Quan Yan's extremely surprised eyes, he saw that the man just picked it up casually, and then accurately annihilated all the sword lights invisible.

Click!

Ruyu's delicate fingers pinched the blade, as if it were seven inches of a snake, unable to move no matter what.

However, Quan Yan was not panicked.

Because this slash of his sword was only the first half of his killing move.

The real murderous intention has not yet been revealed.

If you think he only knows how to use a knife, that will be the beginning of the opponent's defeat and death.

There was a crisp snap.

The moment he was frozen, the two scimitars broke at the same time without any warning.

The blade turned out to be a hollow structure, and ink-colored threads flew out silently.

Under the cover of the dark wind and snow, it stabbed forward like lightning.

Quan Yan clearly saw that the man's eyes suddenly turned surprised.

The next moment, countless ink-colored silk threads danced wildly, completely wrapping the two of them.

Quan Yan secretly sighed, even if the opponent was a martial arts master who was transformed from a heavenly being to a human being, if he were to take his killing move without any precautions, he would definitely not be able to get away with it.

There is even a high possibility of immediate death.

After all, under the pressure of a huge crisis, he directly released the silk threads planted by the teacher himself, carrying the true meaning of the teacher's martial arts, and there was no doubt about its lethality.

Whoosh!

After a few breaths, the crazy threads suddenly stopped and were once again incorporated into Quan Yan's body.

His face was pale and his breath was weak. He staggered back more than ten steps, and finally stopped when he pressed against a corridor beam.

"What kind of material are these scimitars made of? They can actually block my perception of strange threads."

Wei Tao played with a blade fragment and walked forward slowly, "I have to say, you just used both swords at the same time, and even I almost didn't react to your killing move with two swords inside.

But after finally discovering that it was the mysterious silk thread, there was no need to react."

He stopped in front of Quan Yan, with a gentle smile on his face, "I have seen silver, red and transparent silk threads, but this is the first time I have seen such black as ink, which is quite surprising.

Quite curious."

Quietly, Liu Qingyuan walked from one end of the corridor, carrying a comatose man in his hand.

"Sir, this person should be related to Qiong Taichang, the visiting minister at that time, but he is not Guishou Cangchou. It is possible that he is a new disciple of Qiong Taichang after he resigned and went into seclusion."

Wei Tao asked, "Qiong Taichang, the minister of inspection, is the one who organized and participated in the battle on the Luoshui River?"

"Yes, Qiong Taichang, Mr. Donghe, and Xuanwu Fengzhen are the three core figures who surrounded and killed Gui Shufang."

"Besides the three of them, who else is there?"

Liu Qingyuan fell into thinking and said slowly, "I only know the main participants. Others include the leader of Dingxuan Sect Luo, Elder Lingmingshan Wen, and Commander Li of the Supervisory Military Division."

Quan Yan was so weak that he couldn't even maintain his standing posture. He slowly slid down against the pillar and collapsed on the cold ground.

Listening to the conversation between the two, his heart sank to the bottom, and he almost gave up any hope for life.

Liu Qingyuan came closer and asked, "What is your name? Is Qiong Taichang still alive?"

Several thoughts flashed through Quan Yan's mind, and finally he answered honestly, "My name is Quan Yan. The teacher is still alive, but because he is getting older, he often becomes a little confused and talks nonsense."

"With Qiong Taichang's level of cultivation, no matter how old he is, this kind of situation should not happen."

Liu Qingyuan was a little unconvinced, "As his disciple, don't you have any doubts about this?"

Quan Yan sighed, "Teacher suffered a hidden injury in the battle by the Luoshui River, and it suddenly broke out in the past few years. Since then, his whole spirit has been far worse than before."

"Why did you come to explore the gold tanning field on a snowy night?"
To be continued...