Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 572 Pursuit

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As if he had sensed something in advance, the black-robed swordsman hid his true appearance under his hood and walked through the streets of Wuchuan Town every day. He evaded officers and soldiers and specifically looked for refugees to question.

At the same time, Murong Yan, who was dressed in white and dressed as pure and holy as a bhikshuni, was sitting quietly in the garden waiting for the call.

Everyone in the Heba family, no matter how smiling and spring-like they looked, Murong Yan could always clearly feel that after the Heba family was defeated by Zhao Kuo, there would always be a sad aura about them. There is a hidden desire for revenge.

However, this kind of revenge is futile. After being deprived of his official position and military power, the Heba family is nothing more than a ghost active in Wuchuan Town.

It has become an existence that people don’t want to mention, but cannot ignore.

——That gentleman.

With nowhere to vent his repressed emotions, Heba extended his demonic hand to the god who had betrayed him, and then began to prohibit his tribe from worshiping and worshiping the old gods, and denigrated the belief in the sacred tree as worthless... and was naturally replaced by another new god.

——This fine "Meat Ganoderma" has always been a gift to the big shots.

Murong Yan was both angry and shocked. Remembering what Dong Qiuyu of Shuozhou once said on the street, she clenched her fists and said secretly: "Taiping Road..."

Just when Murong Yan had some clues, Zhong Ziqi hurried over with a paintbrush and begged her: "Madam, Miss Heba is so confused and restless. I really can't write. Can Madam please go in and accompany Heba?" Let’s talk, miss?”

"I'm very happy." Murong Yan nodded confidently and entered the room.

He Ba Yuer waved to Murong Yan, held her hand warmly, and the two sat on the carpet.

"Finally someone can listen to me!" He Ba Yu'er said: "That damn Han dared to point fingers at me. If my brother hadn't ordered me to complete the painting, I really wanted her to have a taste of my power!"

Murong Yan was a little wary and kept a stiff distance from the other party's body, and said to Zhong Ziqi: "Mr. Zhong, you can start."

The unhappy Zhong Ziqi took a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and continued painting.

Murong Yan said: "Miss He Ba is depressed. I wonder if this little slave can relieve her worries."

He Ba Yu'er said: "Look at me, I haven't brought shame on the He Ba family, have I? I used to be used to wielding swords and guns, and suddenly I became a lady. I'm still not used to it."

Murong Yan lowered her eyebrows and said happily: "You'll get used to it. As long as Miss Heba is willing, this won't be difficult."

"Yes, what else can be more difficult than charging into battle?" He Ba Yu'er covered her chest, looking slightly uneasy, and looked at Murong Yan and said, "I don't know why, as long as I see you, my heart will calm down. "

Murong Yan knew it and looked sideways shyly so that he could sit down and let He Ba Yu'er take a good look.

Soon, the day passed, and the first painting was put into the scroll. According to Yu Wenxuan's suggestion, at least three paintings should be painted to be safe, because the long journey would inevitably lead to various accidental damage to the scroll.

After Murong Yan went back, she waited for Bai Feng to return until the third watch. A man in black came to her and took off his hood. It turned out to be Bai Feng.

The two took a step to discuss matters elsewhere.

First of all, Murong Yan told Bai Feng about He Ba Yu'er's worries, saying: "He Ba Yu'er's worries have nothing to do with the war in the country, which is normal. After all, she is a woman waiting to be married. However, He Ba Yu'er's family is full of worries. Weird, between this weirdness and He Ba Yuer's sincere treatment of me, there seems to be a secret that makes people think deeply. "

"Yan'er's words are not groundless." Bai Feng affirmed: "I walked around the streets and asked the three religions and nine schools in the town and found out that since the Heba family was released by Zhao Kuo and returned, they immediately banned the tribe's worship of the holy land. The Ba family is a big clan in Wuchuan Town. How dare the other small clans not follow suit? In order to maintain their influence and accumulate strength, He Batao and He Basheng accidentally became friends with the Taiping Taoists. The current He Ba family is not so much a famous family. It is said to be a branch of the Taiping Dao, and the Holy Land, as expected, has fallen into the hands of the Taiping Dao. "

Murong Yan shook her head helplessly and continued: "Tomorrow I plan to reveal my identity in front of He Ba Yu'er and try to see what her relationship is with Taiping Dao." "Why do you do this?!"

"I understand Brother Feng's confusion." Murong Yan showed a reliable smile and said: "When the time comes, I will ask Brother Feng to ambush around and observe He Ba Yu'er's every move. Please believe me and swing your sword for me!"

Bai Feng had nothing to say.

The next day, He Ba Yuer put on beautiful Hanfu like yesterday and sat anxiously in front of Zhong Ziqi.

"It's so slow." She complained: "Why hasn't Aunt Yao come yet?"

Zhong Ziqi replied: "Miss Heba, please be patient and maintain your posture... Yes, that's it. Miss, you are simply a fairy from heaven!"

He Ba Yu'er had almost no feeling for Zhong Ziqi's compliments, and she was still restless.

After a moment, Murong Yan came into view. Today, she put on Hanfu with a special intention. A string of copper bells hung on her ankles, which made "dinging bells" as she walked.

"Are you... Yao Gu?" He Ba Yu'er couldn't believe it, looking at Murong Yan's exposed neck and the skin under the gauze, which was covered with scars.

"This is it?" she asked.

Murong Yan said: "Mr. Zhong asked me to join him in the painting. He said that flowers like Miss Heba must be set off by dilapidated grass like me, so that the beauty of the flowers can be highlighted."

"Have I ever said that?" Zhong Ziqi scratched his head.

"Mr. Zhong is such a noble man who forgets things." This time it was Murong Yan who led He Ba Yu'er to sit down. She whispered quietly: "I wonder if Miss He Ba has ever heard of the Saint of Xianbei?"

He Ba Yu'er said: "That is the belief of my clan."

"Taiping Taoists searched everywhere for the Saint of Xianbei. They succeeded. Then they imprisoned the Saint and tortured her so much that she was covered with bruises." Murong Yan deliberately pulled down her cuffs to reveal a whole arm: "Just like this."

He Ba Yu'er shouted loudly, stood up and took a few steps back, then almost collapsed and murmured: "How could it be...how could it be...it turns out that you dress up like that on weekdays because..."

She suddenly ran out of the house, locked herself in the door when she got back to the house, and refused to respond to anyone's calls.

That night, He Ba Yu'er changed her clothes and sneaked out under the cover of her personal guards. Bai Feng, who had been waiting for a long time, knew that the time had come and followed decisively.

The secret that He Ba Yu'er couldn't let go of for a long time must at least be closely related to the Taiping Taoists. Bai Feng thought this way, and before he knew it, he had arrived at a place that looked like a military office.

He Ba Yu'er couldn't wait to leave his guards and go in alone. Bai Feng found a corner, climbed up the wall through the gap between the two walls, and climbed in lightly.

"Miss Heba, you can't come again!"

There were voices of dissuasion not far away, but He Ba Yuer broke in anyway.

Vaguely, Bai Feng saw a familiar face, "Tuoba Yan?!"

In an instant, he felt ecstatic.