My enemies became my companions

Chapter 404: It’s better to do it today than to wait for a day (7k chapter)

"I am the pig."

A big pig face fell down, and then he sighed helplessly. It was a very serious scene of catching an adulterer, but when these words came out, Yin Weiying couldn't help laughing.

Tears fell to the corners of her upturned lips. The nun wanted to cover them but couldn't. Her eyebrows and eyes were bent. A short separation was better than a new marriage. Her true emotions were revealed, as if she had drunk bitter medicine and eaten a piece of candied fruit mixed with vinegar.

No, why should I laugh, no...

Yin Weiying didn't want to laugh. She was caught cheating and her true colors were exposed. She deserved a scolding. The soft words were about to come to her throat, but were forced back by the laughter. She tried her best to gather her energy and sink her breath into her dantian, and only then did she barely suppress her laughter.

Her husband held up his pig face and leaned forward and said:

"Do you see clearly?"

"What, what...what did you see clearly?" Yin Weiying asked with great difficulty.

Chen Yi said solemnly: "I am a pig."

Yin Weiying couldn't hold it in any longer and covered his mouth and laughed: "Hahahahahahahaha..."

The cheerful laughter brought the stunned Lu Ying back to her senses. She turned to look at Chen Yi, who happened to turn his head and said in a muffled voice:
"Senior Sister Lu, you are right, I am a pig."

Lu Ying didn't laugh at first, but she never expected Chen Yi to hum with a nasal sound: "Hmph."

"Hahaha……"

Lu Ying burst into laughter, and just after she laughed twice, a cold look came over her face. Yin Weiying stared at her, and the meaning was roughly: I am the only one who can laugh at him.

Lu Ying also realized that he had lost his composure, so he covered his mouth and tried to suppress his laughter.

The room was filled with laughter, no matter how murderous or undercurrent was hidden. Even though there were flashes of swords and sabers outside the window, the candlelight in the room was rolling, and the room was filled with joy and happiness.

The two women and one man all started laughing, and the depressing and sad atmosphere of catching an adulterer disappeared completely.

Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and laughed.

Every failure makes you wiser. This was the solution he came up with after being caught cheating by the little fox last time.

Even if there is nothing between him and Lu Yingzhen, women often look at emotions rather than facts.

If a man can make a woman laugh when he catches her cheating, he can cheat more often.

Yin Weiying's laughter gradually died down, and she no longer felt any jealousy. She then realized that she had fallen into Chen Yi's trap, but when she looked at that pig face, she couldn't muster up the nerve to breathe.

I always feel like I should be very angry, but I just can’t be angry…

Chen Yi took off his pig face and then began to explain:

"Emperor Luan, just now I thought you were an assassin from Lifeng Pavilion, and you wanted to find out our true strength, so you and my senior sister... pretended to be a couple."

Chen Yi emphasized the word "senior sister" very much. Yin Weiying's eyes lit up slightly, and the depression in his heart quietly dissipated.

Did she misunderstand him?
He did not go looking for other fairies...

Come to think of it, he was so obsessed with her taste and had been attached to her for a long time, and was being held in her hands without knowing it. Yin Weiying looked for many details of the past and found countless evidences in a blink of an eye.

However, out of a woman's suspicion, Yin Weiying still looked at Lu Ying for confirmation.

Lu Ying nodded and said, "He is indeed considered my junior fellow apprentice."

There was nothing to hide. Chen Yi learned the sword skills of Yinjian Mountain from Zhou Yitong. He was originally an anonymous disciple in the martial arts world. Moreover, after spending many days together, the two became familiar with each other, and she also accepted this cheap junior brother.

If there is anything that should be concealed, it is the story of The Return of the Condor Heroes that he made up.

Thanks to the publicity from Prince Jing's Mansion, Lu Ying knew that this princess was Chen Yi's real wife.

Of course, as an outsider, Lu Ying knew nothing about the four people getting married and the fact that the East Palace girl replaced the prince with a cat.

Chen Yi took off the pig-face mask, and Yin Weiying, whom he had not seen for a long time, came into his sight. It was like climbing a mountain to see the magnificent view of the sea of ​​clouds. Thousands of words were stuck in his throat. His eyes were fixed and stared, his lips hummed for a long time, and he could only laugh.

Only then did he look at her straight, but before that, Yin Weiying had looked at him thousands of times...

I watched it for a long time.

It has been so long that it doesn't seem like they have met again after a long separation. It has been so long that she is not controlled by her thoughts and can secretly criticize Chen Yi's obsession.

Chen Yi came back to his senses and asked, "Why are you here?"

He asked her why she was here only then, but because he had asked in advance, Yin Weiying was not in the mood to answer.

"Master Jiang Xin of Chongyang Temple hosted a banquet and I came here at his invitation. He also said that he had a distinguished guest to introduce to us..." Yin Weiying paused and said, "You should have heard about the Sword Pond Secret Realm."

"I came here for the Sword Pond Secret Realm, 30% of the time, and only because Senior Sister Lu has a connection with it."

Hearing him busying around for other fairies, Yin Weiying frowned and asked, "What about the other 70%?"

This is what Chen Yi was waiting for. He said, "I came here for the Goddess Taihua. Do you have any connections?"

Yin Weiying paused for a moment, then he heard the words, and thought to himself, it is true that a new marriage is better than a new one. He used to be so arrogant and would do whatever he wanted, but now he is much gentler. The nun sighed secretly.

Her idea was not wrong. Chen Yi had indeed missed her all along the way. Even when he caught them cheating, he wanted to respond jokingly as he did in the past, but he couldn't say it out loud. In the final analysis, he still missed her.

She missed Chen Yi so much that she couldn't bear it and rolled her eyes.

However, the nun is a person who will take advantage of every opportunity. If she were a little fox, she would have grasped this thought well. She would be completely different. Now she is smug, with a faint smile on her face, like a fairy master:
"You and I have a karmic connection, so there will be no road without a door in the world."

Chen Yi took a deep breath.

She suppressed the urge to make her roll her eyes.

He looked around, recalling Yin Weiying's previous appearance as a bewitching butterfly, and a light flashed in his eyes.

As if they had telepathic connection, Yin Weiying keenly noticed Chen Yi's unusual movements.

Chen Yi asked, "How did you appear in that state, and how did you get here?"

As soon as he asked, Yin Weiying heard some clues.

Lu Ying was at a loss as to what was going on, but when she saw that Chen Yi seemed to be planning something, she kept saying:

"Is there anything you want to do?"

Chen Yi said slowly: "Do you remember what I said... Go back safely first, and then come here to take advantage of the opportunity?"

How could Lu Ying not remember? She nodded.

"There's a change of plan..."

Chen Yi stretched his body.
"I'm in a good mood today, so why not wait for a better day?"

...............

The killer is not on guard all the time.

The assassins are described in the stories as being fearless and brave, as if they have no idea how to write the word "safety".

But on the contrary, killers are the people in the world who need security the most.

The more knives stick out from the darkness, the more people want to find a dark place without knives, and then enjoy themselves to the fullest as if venting their anger.

Boss Huang pulled his brother around the corner and said excitedly:

"I've never known that this beauty I'm looking for is so attractive. Don't say that I'm the boss and I'm the only one who can enjoy her. I'll show you tonight."

"Boss, I'm really not interested in women."

"I'm not interested in you, so I'm straightening you!" Boss Huang raised his voice and said, "I don't dare sleep on my side because you're always thinking about me, your boss."

Huang Lao Er laughed and followed Huang Lao Da. Even though he had no interest in it, he didn't want to discourage him.

The two of them turned several corners stealthily, and Huang Lao Da sneaked into a side room, opened the door, and tiptoed over, whispering: "I'll wake her up, don't make a noise."

The night was pitch black, so dark that one could hardly see one's hand in front of one's face. Even though Huang Laoer had excellent night vision, he could not see any trace of the beauty no matter how hard he tried, left and right.

Huang Laoer stood by the door and waited patiently for a long time.

With the boss's instructions, he remained silent.

The night was quiet, and he looked up when he heard some movement on the bed.

"Boss, where is your beauty?" Huang Laoer frowned and asked in confusion.

"Right here, soft and boneless, with a slender waist..."

Boss Huang slowly lifted the curtain and lit the candle with one hand.

The candlelight was dim, Huang Laoer looked around and froze in place.

The big black dog with saliva all over its face stuck out its tongue and looked at the two of them flattered...

"Woof..."

Huang Laoda licked the dog's face like a pig and said, "Come on, let's enjoy it together."

Huang Lao Er opened his mouth and stood still for a long time before he said:
"You want to fuck the dog, you're even worse than me!"

Huang Lao Da was stunned for a moment. His second brother would never lie to him. He touched it carefully and took a closer look.
What kind of black dog is this?
She is clearly a black beauty with delicate skin!
He shouted angrily, "Old Second, you have bad intentions, you want to ruin my mood! You are a fucking bastard!"

"Wang..."

"My dear, don't be scared by that dirty thing."

Boss Huang was speaking when there was no response from the person behind him for a long time.

He was just wondering when he heard some footsteps and the sound of something falling to the ground, like a round thing.

"What's wrong? I'm just upset because you scolded me... haha!"

As Boss Huang turned his head, a cold light came and pierced his throat. His body shook and blood spurted out. When he was about to fight back, his head rolled to the ground and he saw his headless body.

In the blur of blood, the illusion disappeared, and he saw the slender black dog jumping out of his arms as if escaping for its life.

The second one is right...

It was almost a dog fuck...

This was his last thought, and then he died.

Two round heads fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, and they died with their eyes open. The Huang brothers died just like that, they died in Qingfeng Pavilion, the place they thought was the safest.

Chen Yi shook the knife casually, and blood spurted out. He leaped up and landed on the beam in an instant, with some blood spurting out on the corner of his clothes.

I had thought of coming back to kill him before because I didn’t understand the situation inside Qingfeng Pavilion, and I was even more worried about Lu Ying’s safety.

But things are different now.

Yin Weiying subdued the bewitching butterfly with magic, and sneaked all the way under the cover of her magic, searching the soul and locking the soul of the bewitching butterfly.

This Soul-Bewitching Butterfly is Zhao Yan's adopted daughter and the second-in-command of Qingfeng Pavilion. Naturally, she has a panoramic map of the entire Qingfeng Pavilion in her mind.

There were sixteen secret passages and thirty-seven traps of varying sizes. She knew clearly which ones were just servants and which ones were registered assassins.

And Chen Yi discovered the most advantageous thing from her memory. This branch in Dayu was far away from the headquarters, so there was no formation that could hinder Taoism.

Lu Ying was taken away by Yin Weiying and taken to a table with a group of Taoists.

All of the above means that he can start killing.

Qingfeng Pavilion has three floors. The lobby is brightly lit and the troupe is still performing, but there is no one in the audience because Qingfeng Pavilion has been reserved for the Taoists tonight. As for a play, it has to be finished as soon as it starts, regardless of whether there are people present or not.

They were singing "The Story of the Precious Sword", and they happened to sing the part about Lin Chong's night escape.

"He concentrated on joining the Water Margin, and turned back to look at the Celestial Empire. He hurried away, not caring about loyalty and filial piety."

The female role puts away her sword and turns to look out the window.
The night is as dark as a sword in its sheath!

The bright moon in the half-window looks as cold and distant as when it is unsheathed.

He could not help but pause for a moment, and then sang:
"The night is cold and long, the night is cold and long, don't knock on the door when you stay."

dong dong...

"Who is it?" There was a knock on the door of a room in Qingfeng Pavilion. After hesitating, the killer from Lifeng Pavilion who was sharpening his dagger opened the door. The cold wind blew on his face, blowing his hair. A dark shadow loomed in front of him. He was about to reach out and grab it, but he suddenly saw a flash of cold light.

The wind is chilly,

The knife flashed, piercing straight out, breaking my heart.
The blood is boiling.

The man poked the corpse and pushed it inside, then closed the door. He walked over the silk thread on the ground with ease, knocked on the secret door, and disappeared inside.

He slid smoothly and rolled into the kitchen.

A black shadow rolled out of the secret door, and the kitchen servants in white aprons were startled. Before they could scream, the black shadow flashed and leaped, landing on the stove like a dragonfly touching the water, then leaped again, flying straight into the air and leaving the original place. All that was left in front of the kitchen servants was the muddy wind line.

The next moment, the black shadow whirled in front of the chef like the wind. The chef's eyes widened and he instinctively smashed the food with the burnt iron spoon.

The man swiped the iron spoon across with his index finger, causing it to miss the target, and then he pressed the blade forward.

After a flash of cold light, the head shot up and blood splattered like flowers.

"I was so frightened that I was sweating all over, and my heart was burning with anxiety."

Amid the sound of drama, he casually tore off his white apron, caught the head that had not yet hit the ground, and threw it casually, hitting the secret compartment. His figure disappeared before half an incense stick of time had passed since he hit the ground.

The stove was still burning, and human blood splattered into the iron pot, mixing with the hot stir-fried lamb with green onions and sizzling with oil.

"How can the heroic spirit disappear? Holding the Snow Blade Knife, holding the Snow Blade Knife!"

The killers in twos and threes were playing cards and listening to music, humming along with the tune. When they saw the flash of a knife coming out of the secret door, they thought it was a colleague. After a pause, they smiled at each other.

But I never thought that the next second...

The cold wind blows by, and its shadow is like a knife.

Chen Yi leaped between the two men, and the precise blade made their throats bleed. He was already more than two feet away. The last killer was so frightened that his cheeks turned pale. He had just drawn out half of the knife when a red shadow covered his face. The bloody Wu Za Nian slashed again.

A cold line of blood passed by, and the bones were as thin as paper under the blade. The gap in martial arts was terrifyingly large. It was a sneak attack again, and the killer just had the idea of ​​fighting back when he fell to the ground and started to move.

The two of them died faster before, and after the revolving lantern was released, they began to think about which child to be reborn...

It was neat, clean, and extremely fast. Everything happened in just a quarter of an hour. Qingfeng Pavilion was just beginning to boil, with blood oozing out like a boiling red oil hot pot.

The blood from Chen Yizhen's surgery finally stopped and he looked towards the room where Zhao Yan was.

After taking a short break, he listened to some music.

"Gao Qiu! You thief! I will wipe out your treacherous ministers!"

…………

In another wing.

Jiang Shang stood upright, and the person standing in front of him was none other than the crippled dragon Zhao Yan.

They met again, but this time Jiang Shangli was not as cool and graceful as last time, and his posture was not as perfect.

Not far in front of him, Qin Tu was pinned to the ground by two assassins from the Lifeng Pavilion, whimpering incoherently.

Zhao Yan sat on the armchair, smelling the incense, and said slowly: "Are you, a petty official, telling the truth?"

After making a great oath to swear to his inner demon, Jiang Shangli found it difficult to express his opinion and pointed to his mouth.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes into slits. The situation was so complicated that it was hard for him to judge whether Jiang Shangli's silence was a threat or he had other intentions.

Zhao Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "Gu Yanjian...is not him."

Having been through many ups and downs and seen many storms, I understand better that this is the time to throw out some ideas.

Sure enough, Jiang Shangli's eyelids opened a little.

After getting the response he wanted, Zhao Yan continued, "You haven't seen the true appearance of the Lone Smoke Sword, but I have. And I know the origin of this so-called Young Master Long better. This person's surname is not Long at all, but Min, and he is a thousand households from the capital."

Jiang Shangli did not make any statement, seeming to have doubts.

Zhao Yan said: "This person's swordsmanship is profound, but Gu Yanjian doesn't understand swordsmanship at all."

Jiang Shangli narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhao Yan rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips and said slowly: "I will send my goddaughter to collect his essence. If it fails, I will let him leave safely and then make plans. The premise is that what you, a petty official, say is true, and that the female Taoist is really a disciple of Yinjian Mountain."

Jiang Shangli nodded slightly, agreeing with what was said.

Zhao Yan kicked Qin Tu who was trembling on the ground, and the assassins let him go. Qin Tu almost crawled to Jiang Shangli's side.

Zhao Yan asked again: "What other ideas do you have?"

Jiang Shangli cleared his throat. He pondered the boundaries of the Heart Demon Vow and said slowly, "Boss Zhao, do you still remember what I said about... taking the blame?"

Zhao Yan leaned forward, his eyes sunken under his pale eyebrows, and said, "Please continue."

"Since this man is highly skilled in martial arts, while the Magpie Pavilion is still in place, we might as well kill two birds with one stone and let him take the blame for Captain Chen."

"What a good way to kill two birds with one stone. After all, he is also a thousand households in the capital." Zhao Yan pondered and became excited. "What a coincidence. God is helping me."

Jiang Shang stood up straight and sighed, "When it comes to persimmons, pick the soft ones to squeeze."

"I agree."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Shangli and Zhao Yan's eyes flashed with brilliance!
The stable armchair suddenly broke and cracked. Zhao Yan stood up suddenly and drew the blade from his waist. The sheathed Tang Hengdao was cold and piercing, cutting through the dim candlelight. The three assassins beside him also drew their swords and stood guard.

Jiang Shangli was much calmer. He moved slowly, lifted his sleeves and bowed toward the door.

Under the cold moonlight, there was a person standing outside the door, his figure stretched out very long.

Chen Yi stood outside the door with his hands behind his back, motionless, like a statue of a god. He did not carry a sword on his back, but only a knife at his waist. Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, suspecting that he had a hidden weapon in his hand, so he gripped the Tang knife tighter and held it horizontally in front of him.

The Tang Dynasty horizontal sword is short, two feet long and two fingers wide. The scabbard is buried in the handle. It is thin and sharp, with dark copper rings exposed. It has a strange and cold aura. It is easy to carry and can be put into the arms or hidden in the sleeves. It is loved by assassins.

But it also means that close combat does not give you any advantage at all.

Zhao Yan had no idea what Chen Yi was hiding behind his hands.

However, Qingfeng Pavilion is after all the site of Lifeng Pavilion. Can Jiao calmed down because of Chen Yi's sudden appearance and said in a leisurely tone:
"It seems that Young Master Long has heard everything?"

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard some."

Jiang Shangli's breathing was slightly rapid, his eyes were uncertain, and the scene of the button falling into the tea was still vivid in his mind.

The minor official Qin Tu was suddenly startled and was so frightened that he almost peed himself. In the solemn atmosphere, he hurriedly retreated, shouting in his heart a hundred times, "You can't see me."

The cold moon was quiet. The wing room was neither too big nor too small. Eye-catching blue and white porcelain vases with phoenix carvings were displayed on the ground. Orchids were clustered together with dewdrops hanging on the branches and leaves. From the small to the big, it was clear that this was a magnificent place.

Seeing that Chen Yi still did not move, the three assassins became impatient, and Zhao Yanwei raised his hand to stop them.

He tapped the armchair and said indifferently, "Since Young Master Long has heard everything, do you want to leave tonight or stay alive?"

As the fingertips tapped, hidden energy surged, and the armchair, which was already covered with dense cracks, could no longer support itself and collapsed to the ground, turning into broken wood.

Get off the horse.

"Should it be a chair like this?" Chen Yi asked with a smile.

"It should be like this chair." The nostrils of the crippled dragon flared, swallowing up the wisps of incense like a glutton. "Do you want to leave tonight, or die tonight?"

Chen Yi had a blank expression on his face.

Zhao Yan sneered, "If it weren't for that disciple from Yinjian Mountain, I would have joined forces with County Magistrate Jiang tonight and you would have no chance of survival. Letting you go tonight is giving you a life, Young Master Long, or... giving Captain Min a life?"

"Her life,"

Chen Yi said slowly,
"It's not your turn to give it."

Zhao Yan was a little confused. Why did this person use "he" instead of "I"? Was he not smart enough, or could it be that they had mistaken the person from the beginning?

Now is not the time to be entangled. Zhao Yan stared at Chen Yi like a dragon staring at its food and said coldly:

“It seems that you are going to leave your life here today. The only thing Qingfeng Pavilion lacks is coffins.

You bet that I dare not kill you because of Yinjian Mountain.
I'm willing to sacrifice Qingfeng Pavilion, so what if I want to take your life? ! "

As soon as the voice fell, a scream of death was heard:

"Dead, all dead!"

Zhao Yan was suspicious at first, then he froze, his eyes suddenly widened and bloodshot appeared.

He smelled the blood on Chen Yi's body and saw dark, round bloodstains on the hem of his clothes.

The man scratched his chin and asked, "Qingfeng Pavilion...is there no shortage of coffins?"

Zhao Yan's blood suddenly froze, and he said in a rage: "You are looking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yan stomped his foot heavily, his aura surged, and he rushed in front of Chen Yi in an instant. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the sword he suddenly drew out was incredibly fierce. The blade light was as bright as snow, and it swirled towards his neck.

Chen Yi took a glance and the Embroidered Spring Sword came out of its sheath by itself. He held the hilt upside down and drew an arc of light. The blade hit the horizontal sword, creating ripples of air waves that roared on the ground like the hissing of metal and stone.

The weapons collided with each other, and a powerful force of energy exploded. The wind rolled in, and the power was so strong that it made the corridor vibrate.

The two men retreated at the same time. Chen Yi stopped and stretched out his hand to punch. Zhao Yan suddenly exerted force with his feet, crushing the wooden board and instantly creating a distance of several feet, barely avoiding the fierce punch.

After just one short move, Zhao Yan, who was furious just now, was calmed down by Chen Yi's knife.

Zhao Yan glanced at the marks on the knife, without looking away, and said slowly:

"County magistrate, why don't you take action?

If he hears what happened tonight, do you still have a chance to survive?"

Everything that was said tonight was heard, so it would be impossible for him to take the blame. Zhao Yan exposed everything.

Jiang Shangli, who had just witnessed the fight, pulled his hands out from his sleeves and stared at Chen Yi silently.

He seemed to be thinking, but also seemed to be communicating.

Chen Yi ignored his gaze and said leisurely:
"If you want to take action, do it quickly. You... one, two, three... five against one. The advantage is not in my hands."

Jiang Shangli had heard the hostility in the words, and his eyes were raised upside down, and his ferocity and cruelty burst out, and he said coldly:

"Give me a sword."

One of the assassins turned around, took off his weapon, put on his sword, and threw it over.

Jiang Shangli pointed his finger, and the energy shocked the sword, which flew out of the sheath in mid-air. He then grasped the sword, and the cold blade pointed directly at Chen Yi.

His whole body was filled with a powerful aura. How could he still have the air of a county magistrate who was a paperhanger?

He took a step and the sword moved with it. A strong wind blew up in the room. He stepped in front of Chen Yi in an instant and slashed him on the head with the sword.

The sword's aura was three feet high, and it was shining green under the moonlight, as if the night was cut open by the sword. In an instant, Chen Yi's body turned upside down like a dragon. He held the sword in both hands, destroying the wind and rain, and slashed fiercely on the sword. The two men collided, and their hair flew, their clothes were torn, and there was a hissing sound in their ears.

The air wave shook, and the door frame could not withstand the aftermath and broke into pieces, then collapsed in half with a buzzing sound. The two figures were almost simultaneously shaken and retreated. When Chen Yi landed on the ground, a strange look flashed across his eyes.

That sword...

The cold light was sharp, the sound was mighty, and the sword slashed straight out...

The killing sword.

Chen Yi was more certain about Jiang Shangli's origins. His martial arts skills were at the fourth level, better than Zhao Yan, the incense master of Lifeng Pavilion.

Jiang Shang steadied himself, shook the sword in his hand, and when he saw an obvious gap, he took out a new sword.

Zhao Yan felt more at ease when he saw that Jiang Shangli and Chen Yi were almost evenly matched in the fight just now. However, he did not dare to neglect it. Instead, he raised his hand slightly and instructed the three assassins:
"You guys...dissipate his energy."

A trace of surprise and fear flashed in the eyes of the three assassins, but they quickly suppressed it. They did not dare to disobey orders and approached Chen Yi with swords in hand.

The atmosphere was tense and murderous. Chen Yi lightly swung his embroidered spring knife, looking past the three people and staring straight at Zhao Yan and Jiang Shangli.

Just at this moment, a voice came from the lobby of Qingfeng Pavilion:
"Magpie Pavilion, the owner Wei Wuque is here for the banquet!"

(End of this chapter)