The rain in the evening was pattering, falling one after another.

Under the hazy sky, in the dilapidated yard, the rockery that was originally used as a garden has collapsed. The blue rocks are wet with rain, as if they were stained with vegetable oil. The ground that was originally burned is also a black mud.

Surrounded by buildings that collapsed in the fire, only a few dilapidated eaves were still intact. Under such a sky, against the scenery of the deserted garden not far away, everything seemed as eerie as a ghost.

The slender figure rushed out of the eaves silently, stepped on the wet stones in the yard, the sword in his hand slid through the rain curtain, and after a few leaps in an instant, it penetrated under the opposite eaves like a ghost.

　　After a while, the figure came back at the same speed, with mysterious and silent steps, and sharp and rapid swings of the sword. During this afternoon, I don’t know how many times she had sprinted back and forth in the courtyard in the same way.

After rushing under the eaves again, the slender figure in black clothes was already trembling slightly. She stood there and took a long and slow breath, knowing that today's training had reached its limit.

This is a relatively extreme sword practice method in Tan Gong Sword. Penetrating bluestone in the rain at such a high speed is several times more dangerous than the pile skills you have mastered during the day. Every trace of your mind is mobilized when passing through and swinging the sword.

, as long as there is a slight mistake, it can range from a sprained foot to a severe disability. Putting people to practice in such an environment is actually similar to the principle of boxing on a cliff. It is a kind of "stealing secrets"...

Yan Yunzhi put away the swords in his hands.

Such an extreme exercise method can make people improve faster, but it also takes a huge toll on the mind, not to mention the constant fear of possible injury. But compared to other things that have been bothering her recently,

These can only be regarded as trivial things.

 Every part of her body was feeding back fatigue one after another. She gritted her teeth and controlled her breathing as steadily as possible. The family tradition of swordsmanship emphasizes "hiding like flowing water, moving like thunder." Even if she is tired, she cannot relax.

Stand quietly, adjust your breath for a while, then put on the raincoat that was placed under the dilapidated eaves and walked out of the courtyard.

In the previous exercise, the clothes inside and outside were already wet, so putting on a raincoat was just better than nothing. Going out of this abandoned yard, there was a cold street outside, and the autumn rain for days had already soaked the road into mud.

There were only a few pedestrians on the road in the evening, most of them carrying swords under their raincoats. A gray horse walked on the road stepping on the black mud.

Maybe it’s because of the dampness, the dilapidated streets, the gray courtyards far and near in the city, and the cold feeling in the rain and mud.

Yan Yunzhi lowered his head, picked a relatively easy area to walk in the mud, and cautiously and quickly headed to the inn at the end of the street.

In the evening, there were no lights in the inn, but the messy lobby was still quite lively with people from all walks of life gathering together. Yan Yunzhi lowered his head and came in, greeted the familiar waiter, and then went upstairs to his room. After a while, someone came to see him off.

Get a big basin of hot water.

The waiter closed the door and went out. Yan Yunzhi did not light the lamp in the room. She had already taken off her raincoat. At this time, she also untied her soaked outer garment. When she was about to take it off, she seemed to remember something again. From the inside of the room, she

Go to the door.

With light steps, she walked to the door, picked up a dagger, and silently stabbed it through the gap in the door.

A cry of "Ouch" was heard outside the door, followed by footsteps quickly moving away. The man said in the corridor: "Hey, my little girl's skin is really exciting..."

After the sound faded away, Yan Yunzhi silently took back the dagger. She stood in the room for a while, as if only the slight rise and fall of her chest could prove her presence at this moment.

After a while, she found a corner of rag and plugged some gaps in the door. Then she went to the hot water basin, took off her clothes, wiped her body, waited until her body was dry, and put on light clothes.

, she found a small packet of medicinal powder from her bag, poured some into the basin, then placed the basin on the ground in front of the stool, took off her shoes and socks and soaked her bare feet in it.

The stimulation of the drug caused some pain in her feet. She leaned down, hugged her knees with both hands, gritted her teeth, and her body trembled slightly. The room was quiet, and she tried hard not to cry.

Seventeen-year-old Yan Yunzhi was alone at this moment, in a cold city thousands of miles away from home.

In a moment of anger, she had a complete breakdown with Shi Weiyang, and she did not regret it. Her reputation may have been ruined, and in the final analysis, it was just a matter of death. But this time when everyone came to Jiangning, the Yan family and

The Shi family's alliance is the real issue. If the transaction between the two parties fails because of her, then it will not be just her who will be affected, but the entire Yanjiabao family, young and old. This will make her

The biggest factor in inner uneasiness.

These big and small questions appeared in her mind all the time. The seventeen-year-old Yunshui heroine had killed two Jurchen soldiers in her past life, but at this moment after closing the door, she felt guilty, confused, and lonely.

And fear still makes it difficult for her to control herself.

At some unknown time, someone knocked on the door outside.

 “Miss Yan, are you there?”

Yan Yunzhi sat up.

 “Brother Ping? He’s here.”

The voice coming from outside the door belonged to the voice of one of the two brothers who saved her that day, the eldest brother Han Ping. The two brothers were highly skilled in martial arts. The eldest brother seemed considerate and gentle, while the second brother had strange strength and unparalleled boxing power.

Han Mingyun looks a bit like a woman's name. The two of them should be descendants of a wealthy family. They came to Jiangning to discuss cooperation. They don't live in the inn on weekdays. Yan Yunzhi guessed that the other person's name might be fake. But she

Being in a foreign place, I naturally wouldn’t take the liberty to ask for details.

Han Ping was heard saying outside the door: "We came back from outside and heard some news. Let's have dinner together tonight." He paused here, as if he heard the sound of water inside the door, and then said: "Yan

Girl, you’re not busy.”

　　…Oh, okay, then I…”

“Han Yun and I are waiting for you downstairs.”

This brother named Han Ping always seemed to be thorough in everything he did. He made the arrangements in just a few words and then turned around and went downstairs. Yan Yunzhi wiped the water off his feet, put on his clothes, and then took his two swords and went downstairs.

.

At this time, it was completely dark, and it was still raining intermittently in the courtyard outside the inn downstairs. The lights were lit in the lobby, and people from various religions and professions gathered here. When Yan Yunzhi came down from upstairs, he saw two

Figures were fighting in the corridor outside, and one of the participants was Han Yun, a strong and powerful young man. He punched his opponent and sent him flying into the mud in the courtyard. People in the hall cheered.

.

His brother Han Ping was sitting at a side table in the lobby, holding a pamphlet in his hand and reading. When he saw Yan Yunzhi, he waved to her.

 “Brother Ping, what’s going on?”

“Young people are full of enthusiasm and want to exercise, so don’t worry about them.” Brother Ping said lightly, looking rather disapproving of his younger brother Xiaoyun.

While talking like this, the young man who was fighting came over shaking his arms, with a hearty smile on his face: "I heard from the waiter that this guy went to your room to cause trouble. He really doesn't know how to live or die. Here's help.

You taught him a lesson."

Yan Yunzhi frowned and looked outside, and then realized that the person who was knocked into the muddy water was the Green Forester who had been peeping at her door not long ago.

 “Thank you, Brother Yun.”

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, hahahaha..." The other party waved his hand cheerfully.

 “Brother Xiaoyun is so stupid.” Han Ping, who was reading a book at the side, smiled.

Han Yun's eyes widened: "Don't call me Xiaoyun."

“Do you have any objections to Xiaoyun? What do you want Miss Yan to think?”

"Miss Yan, I have no objection to your name..."

The two brothers bickered, and Yan Yunzhi couldn't help but laugh. At this time, the waiter came to serve the food, and the three people who were seated exchanged a few words of greetings. Han Ping put down the brochure in his hand, and Yan Yunzhi looked curiously, only to see the little

The booklet was stained with blood and sewage, and I don't know where it was picked up, but the words on the cover were "Talking about the Four People".

Han Ping noticed her gaze and smiled: "I went out with your Brother Xiaoyun today. On the way, I saw people from the Undead Guard chasing the prisoner. I was a little curious and went over to take a look. When the prisoner escaped, he left some books with him.

On the ground, this is one of the..."

Perhaps because he thought Yan Yunzhi didn't understand, he added: "This is a manuscript passed from the southwest. It was originally done by Mr. Ning's group, but he didn't expect that the Fair Party would end up like this, and actually still do it in private.

Someone is circulating this kind of thing. Look at the comments on it, they are densely packed, with the words "Book Club" written at the bottom... The five kings of the Fair Party have very powerful and murderous names, but they don't know that this Book Club is also

What is it……"

“Brother Ping, do you know much about Southwest China?” Yan Yunzhi asked.

“I only know a little bit about it.” Han Ping thought for a moment, “I know that Miss Yan was framed by a bandit from the southwest, so I may have a bad impression of her. But as far as I know, the Chinese army is still mostly composed of heroes.”

Han Yun on the side said in a muffled voice: "There are good people everywhere and bad people everywhere. Although the guy named Long is from the southwest, if someone from the Huaxia Army finds out about his behavior, they will also deal with him.

"

Yan Yunzhi nodded: "I know..."

 In fact, before this, when talking about the Southwest Chinese Army, how could she not admire it?

“We were out today and got some news.” Seeing that Yan Yunzhi looked wrong, Han Ping changed the topic.

Yan Yunzhi nodded slightly and heard the other party say: "We heard about Long Aotian."

"Ah..." Yan Yunzhi looked startled.

 “He has arrived in Jiangning City.”

"..." Yan Yunzhi was silent for a moment, "Indeed... he seemed to have said that he would come to Jiangning..."

She had an impression of this incident, but for several days in a row, all she could think about was how to assassinate Li Yanfeng, who instigated newspapers to spread rumors. As for this young murderer who spoke freely, she just thought that maybe one day

If you find him, you will die with him.

It was difficult for her to think carefully about the difference at this time. Perhaps it was because she already knew what happened in Tongshan. The young man himself was considered a chivalrous man, but his last words ruined his life.

Her reputation had been compromised...or maybe it was because his move to suppress her memories was too heavy, making it even difficult for her to feel the generosity of revenge...

In the past few days, she even spent some money in the inn to find someone to investigate the information from the "Warrior King". Previously, Han Ping said that she had heard some information, and she originally thought it was about Li Yanfeng. But she didn't expect it at this time.

The other party suddenly threw out the news about Long Aotian, which made her feel a little difficult to summarize for a while.

"Although this kid has a lawless personality, to be honest, he is really good at being able to pull out such a big trap. He simply doesn't know whether to live or die..." Han Yun on the side said, "Of course, Miss Yan, if she encounters

If you fall in love with him, we will naturally help you."

Yan Yunzhi looked at him: "What...has he done?"
To be continued...