The ruthless prince and the enchanting concubine

Chapter 134 Mysterious Man

The moonlight was vast, and the black shadow was like the wind. In the frozen field, there was a person moving forward at high speed, with his hands behind his back, like a swallow in the dark night.

Zhao Shuo put his hands behind his back and walked towards the destination. In his heart, he was still excited by the news he just received. He looked stern and resolute, and looked up at the bright moon. High in the sky, more than half of the time has passed, and there are still one or two hours before the sky is about to dawn.

Feeling impatient and feeling slow, Zhao Shuo pursed his lips, which were a little purple from the cold, and quickened his pace.

At dawn, Zhao Shuo finally returned to Baidumen.

There is a faint strangeness in the gloomy hall. Although it is very wide, there are some holes in it. Oddly shaped patterns.

This is the main hall of the Hundred Poison Sect, where the Sect Master resides.

On the side of the main hall, there is a high platform with gleaming black steps. In the middle of the high platform, there is an ebony black gold high chair on which a person sits.

I saw that this person was wearing scarlet and a hair crown, his face revealed an evil spirit, and his eyes were like lightning, shooting out two penetrating lights.This person is the head of the Hundred Poison Sect, and in front of him, Zhao Shuo, who had rushed back overnight, was kneeling.

Zhao Shuo knelt down on one knee, narrating the news he got from Nangong Yuexi, telling him that Prince Wuli had been found, and that he had been hidden in the imperial capital for many years in the form of Shen Haoyue.

Suddenly, the door master in bright red laughed out loud, as if he was a different person from the image just now. This laughter resounded wantonly in the hall, trembling Zhao Shuo's eardrums.

"Prince, you let us find you after all! Hmph, when everyone thinks you are dead, but I am the only one who still thinks you are still alive!" The sect master clenched his fists tightly, his beard curled up in excitement Get up tall.

Zhao Shuo knelt down on one knee, extremely respectful, he raised his head gently, and looked at the excited sect master.

"Sect Master, since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been found, what should be the next step? Could it be that the great cause of restoration is about to begin?"

The man on the high platform lightly brushed off the sleeves of his robe, his eyes were so deep that one couldn't figure it out.He pondered for a moment, and then said, "No need! Zhao Shuo, don't worry about other things. You can rest, then rush back to the imperial capital, and tell Yue Xi to keep her cool and stay the same as before. What we can do now , just waiting for the right century..."

The door master's voice changed from high to low, from the arrogance just now to cautious now, returning to his usual cautious and vicious appearance.

The voice in the hall echoed loudly and endlessly. At this time, neither the sect master nor Zhao Shuo noticed a sly smile in the darkness.

Just above a beam in the hall, there was a man in black lying down. This man used the magical power of the turtle to hide all his aura and turned into a ghost floating in the air... …

The mysterious man heard the following conversation clearly, and everything that Zhao Shuo reported to the head of the Hundred Poison Sect reached his ears verbatim. On his head was the messy spider web. Looking at this chaotic existence, I was thinking about my own affairs...

There was another sound of obedience, and Zhao Shuo left the hall.The silence that he had when he came an hour ago was restored in the hall, lifeless and lifeless.

He has been hiding in the Hundred Poison Sect for a long time, and no one knows his real purpose, but today he got an unexpected harvest in this hall.

The mysterious man turned his face and looked at the head of the Hundred Poison Sect who was dressed in bright red below. The head of the Hundred Poison Sect stood up with a proud expression on his face, his skirt hanging in the wind.

"God gave me Prince Wuli, and God helped me with the Hundred Poisons!" The voice was so high-pitched, it made people feel an inexplicable fear.

The man on the beam smiled contemptuously...

After a long time, there was no more sound in this hall, and the door owner also left here. The silence here is amazing, it seems that no one has been here at all.The mysterious man straightened up slightly, put one hand on his knee, and one leg hung freely under the beam of the house.

He was thinking, thinking about what he should do next.

The winter morning is cold and the cold wind howls, and the uninhabited Baidumen Hall seems to have turned into a huge cave. The wind blows in, swishing, and the several Baidumen flags inserted obliquely on the pillars are twisted and swayed. crackle.

Looking up to the crossbeam, there was no one there, and the mysterious man disappeared at some point.

The sun has already risen, and everyone in Linglong Pavilion in Linglong Mountain has woken up. In this independent small world, people are living their own lives. Those who practice boxing, those who clean the yard, have a peaceful atmosphere Well, if someone who doesn't know comes here rashly and sees this scene, he might mistakenly think that this is a Taoist temple or something. How can he link this with a mysterious and unpredictable organization of cold-blooded killers hiding in the rivers and lakes?
At the back of Linglong Mountain, there is a magnificent mansion, which is the residence of Jiangnantian, the owner of Linglong Pavilion.

The courtyard is spacious and majestic, surrounded by a wall more than ten feet high, which hides the things inside, so that outsiders cannot know. On both sides of the gate covered with red paint, there are two burly disciples of Linglong Pavilion.Rather than saying they are disciples, it is better to say that they are killers listed here, and they are also masters of killers. They are guarding this house day and night to protect the safety of the pavilion master Jiangnantian.

Quietly, a black shadow flitted across the tall courtyard wall, like a swallow disappearing into the dense forest, without a sound, and the two people standing guard outside the door didn't notice it.

From this point alone, it can be seen that the martial arts of this mysterious black shadow are many times higher than those of these two Linglong Pavilion disciples.

After entering the courtyard, the black shadow seemed to be in no one's land, familiar with the road, and found the last courtyard.

In the middle of the yard, there is a decorated antique one-story house. The house faces south, with four white floors. The colorful glazed tiles are shining under the sunlight, which is very gorgeous.

The man in black walked to the window as silently as a cat, and looked inside along the half-opened sash.

Jiang Nantian had already woken up, sitting beside the table of the Eight Immortals, holding a teacup in his hand, the tea smoke curled up, Jiang Nantian looked a little heavy, as if he was remembering something, there was a touch of helplessness on his slightly old face, But even so, he didn't lose the majesty that Linglong Pavilion Master should have...

Speaking of which, this mysterious man was also very strange, as if he had no habit of entering the room through the front door at all, so he jumped in through the window.

Jiang Nantian, who was tasting tea and meditating, was taken aback when he saw this black shadow.

(End of this chapter)