Chapter 52

In an instant, Wen Yuan felt a mess: How could Miss Ziyuan be here? Isn’t she in Qin County, Nanyang? Looking at Ziyuan, her clear eyes were filled with tenderness, as if she wanted to express her thousands of words.

Hao Yigang glanced at Wang Shan, and saw that his expression was ashen, he couldn't help but complain, and said with a smile: Lord Wang, this girl is really as beautiful as a fairy, no wonder... No wonder even Young Master Wen lost his composure for a moment. Xu Xi was also afraid that Wang Shan would take the opportunity to attack, so he secretly scolded Wen Yuan for not being polite, and said: It's Ah, this woman is indeed extremely beautiful in contemporary Gongzi Wen. You just said the word "Ziyuan". Is this the Ziyuan girl in Hangzhou?

Wen Yuan didn't pay attention to what others said, ran forward, held Ziyuan's hands tightly, and said: Miss Ziyuan, why did you... come here? Ziyuan's face showed an extremely gentle expression, lowered her head slightly, and said softly: I want to see you. Wen Yuan's heart was thumping, and said: What?

Ziyuan's face turned slightly red and she whispered: This... the whole story is hard to explain for a while...

Suddenly, Wang Shan shouted angrily: "The unruly man surnamed Wen, what are you doing? Retreat for me!"

Wen Yuan suddenly woke up and thought to himself: Miss Ziyuan will be given to the emperor by this villain tomorrow. I met her in this mansion. The situation was very dangerous. He whispered: Let's leave this place first. Before Ziyuan could react, Wen Yuan stepped on the light skills and pulled Ziyuan, and then he was about to snatch the door.

Suddenly, two figures chased after themselves, and quickly passed the two of them, blocking the door. It was Ge Yuandang and Wei Gaoxin and Wei Gaoxin who said coldly: The surname Wen, in front of my imperial tomb sect, I am afraid that you will not be able to say it. If you say it, you will go. Wang Shan also shouted loudly: Come Ah, hurry up and capture this troublemaker! Although he knew that Ge Wei was from the imperial tomb sect and had a lot to do with the court, he saw that both of them were unarmed, but Wen Yuan wore a sword. He did not know that the masters would fight, and the weapon might not be able to determine the outcome. He was afraid that the two of them would not be able to stop Wen Yuan. He had reported to the emperor that he would offer a beauty tomorrow. If Ziyuan was taken away by Wen Yuan, it would be a crime of deceiving the king. At this time, he was naturally extremely shocked and anxious.

In a blink of an eye, countless warriors rushed over from all over the mansion, surrounded the hall and outside Wen Yuan, looking around, thinking: These guards are not a problem, but these two guards are not easy to deal with. If he is alone, even if the situation is dangerous, the chances of getting out are much greater, but he will be much more difficult to rescue Ziyuan at the same time, and he can't help but frown in secret.

Ziyuan whispered: Mr. Wen, don’t worry about me first, let me stay, you can escape first. Wenyuan can’t agree, whispered: They will send you into the palace tomorrow and offer it to the emperor. If you don’t go out now, there will be no chance. Ziyuan whispered: You...it’s important to get out first, and then think about it later. It’s not too late that they want to present me to the palace, and they dare not do anything to me.

Wen Yuan thought to himself: Although this is good, Wang Shan will definitely step up his defense, but I am afraid it will be even more difficult to save people.

He pulled his sword out of the sheath and said to Ge and Wei: The efforts you have to do with the girl, but they have nothing to do with this girl. How about we compare with each other? Wei Gaoxin sneered: You can't protect yourself and want to save people. It's really a whim. Don't try to play tricks. Just take it! As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Gaoxin's two thin beards suddenly raised up, his eyes wide open, and his thin skin suddenly seemed to be energetic. Like a string, his clothes were tight, but his robe shrank inward and wrapped around his body, twisted and wrinkled, and his whole body seemed to be part of his skin.

Everyone was surprised when they saw Wei Gaoxin's appearance. Only Ge Yuandang was silent and Wen Yuan was surprised and thought to himself: What kind of kung fu is this? It's very strange. I knew that this battle was inevitable. I immediately removed the seven-stringed zither of Wenwu and handed it to Ziyuan, and whispered: Please take it for me. Ziyuan took it over, sighed lightly, and said: Mr. Wen...you should be careful Ah Wen Yuan smiled slightly and said: Don't worry, girl, girl.

Wei Gaoxin grabbed Wei Xiao's right palm and shouted: Boy, look at the move! His figure shook like lightning, and his five fingers came together. He poked Wenyuan's chest in the hall. Zigong acupoint. Wenyuan's left palm flipped and blocked Wei Gaoxin's right wrist. As soon as he touched each other, Wenyuan's blood suddenly churned, and the defensive force was shaken away. However, Wei Gaoxin's move also turned toward him. He slightly rubbed Wenyuan's left shoulder. Li Jin immediately tore off a few pieces of rags and grinded them into bleeding.

Wen Yuan was shocked and thought to himself: This Wei Gaoxin practiced both internal and externally, and his skills on his arms were of great importance, so he had to pay attention. His shoulder was only injured by the strong wind, which did not affect Wen Yuan's skills at all. His long sword was stabbed out one after another. It was the Guide Sword. The Jueyiwei Gaoxin saw that his sword was solid, steady, simple and accurate, and showed his strength to destroy his strength with a simple and unpretentious posture. He did not dare to underestimate it. He said intimately: This kid is not simple. Under the pressure of my magic weapon hand, he was still so calm when he took action. He could get Huang Zhonggui's Taiyin Sword, and his internal skills must be extraordinary. I cannot neglect it. In addition to countering the moves, he also focused his mind to observe the essence of Wen Yuan's sword technique.

As soon as the two sides fought, Wen Yuan knew that the other party had great martial arts skills, but it was really difficult to win. Fortunately, Wei Gaoxin had heard that Huang Zhonggui failed to kill Wen Yuan with one move. He also saw that Wen Yuan was injured by the Taiyin Sword and recovered from the extraordinary speed. He was worried and thought that with Huang Zhonggui's skills, Wen Yuan could still bear it. He knew that his skills were not as good as Huang Zhonggui. He did not dare to be careless in the face of Wen Yuan. He had never made any moves too much. Wen Yuan could still support him, but he did not know that although Wen Yuan used the wonderful use of the seven-string zither of Wen Wu to resolve the internal strength of Taiyin, it was just a strange method of using internal power. His internal power was not really deep enough to fight against the Taiyin Sword.

The two fought for a while, and Wei Gaoxin saw that Wen Yuan did not use any more powerful moves, and he gradually became afraid. All kinds of fierce and evil moves in the divine weapon's hands gradually made them come out. The styles on both arms were varied, and they seemed to be chisels. When bent, they were like hooks. When they were thrown at the bottom of the elbow, they swept their fingers like swords, as if they turned into all kinds of sharp weapons. Wen Yuan's sword moves gradually became dissatisfied.

Hao Yigang watched from the side, extremely embarrassed. It would be impossible to ask him to come forward to help Wenyuan fight the enemy. First, his martial arts skills are far inferior to Wei Gaoxin. Second, once he helps Wenyuan, he will clearly be against Wang Shan. He dare not joke about his family's life. But if he does not help, it is too morally unreasonable. The two weigh the pros and cons, after all, self-protection is important, and he will not say anything at the moment.

Hearing Wei Gaoxin shouted, his right palm was slashed with axe and axe, and Wenyuan was about to block it. Wei Gaoxin's move changed dramatically. He turned his palm and extended his fingers, and turned the axe and a feather arrow. The casting was several times faster. Wenyuan could not resist it. With a sneer, a blood rushed out of the ground. A blood seal sprinkled out of the ground. Wenyuan retreated reluctantly. The long sword chased the commander Gaoxin, and stopped it. He was not defeated by Wei Gaoxin in one fell swoop. However, he was secretly anxious: If this continues, he will definitely lose in the end. He will have a complicated change in martial arts. He will be able to solve it with the guide sword. It will be difficult to deal with his different moves.

As soon as I glanced at me, I suddenly saw Ziyuan sitting upright on the spot, taking out the qin bag, plucking the strings to play, but there was no sound on the strings, Wenyuan couldn't help thinking: Miss Ziyuan, who has no martial arts and cannot play the qin strings of Wenyuan, can hear Miss Ziyuan's pipa song before he died, and he will die without regrets. As soon as he thought of this, he was shocked: No, right! It is impossible to save Miss Ziyuan, that is the biggest regret. But even if he wants to die, he must save Miss Ziyuan first. Now he can't just say that he is dead!

Thinking of this, Wen Yuan's spirit has grown sharply, his fighting spirit has increased greatly, and his internal strength has been intensified. He took over all the fierce moves Wei Gaoxin used one by one, and Wei Gaoxin snorted secretly, pressing towards Wen Yuan's top gate with one move, saying: Is it still unwilling to be happy when I die? Wen Yuan moved aside and narrowly avoided it. He smiled and said: Senior, I must have fought very happily.

Wei Gaoxin was stunned and said angrily: "Boy, thief! His subordinates are constantly emerging, Wen Yuan is defending his sword and trying his best to resist."

Seeing Wenyuan gradually getting at a disadvantage again, suddenly a sound of a piano sound was heard, and the clanging ball was thrust, and everyone was excited and excited. Wenyuan was stunned. When he looked sideways, he actually played the qiwu lyre, with a light technique, and no hindrance.

Wen Yuan was shocked and shouted: Miss Ziyuan, how could you play this piano? Ziyuan said: I can't play it at first, just pluck the strings Ah, what's wrong? Wen Yuan was surprised and had no time to think about it for a moment. Listening to this tune is exactly one in the Book of Songs. Wuyi, which is an extremely majestic military song.

I only listened to Ziyuan playing: How could I say I have no clothes? I am the same comrade as my son, Wang Yu, and I will fight my spear, and share my hatred with me...

This magnificent song, from Ziyuan, a weak woman, has a different style, tough but unpredictable, and it reveals a sense of perseverance and indomitableness. Wenyuan is fighting hard. Hearing this song, he couldn't help but feel a hundred times more energetic, and he was secretly grateful in his heart: Although Ziyuan does not understand martial arts, he can still fight side by side with me.

With two against one, how can I lose to you Wei Gaoxin! In an instant, the internal force suddenly grew, the sword technique was continuous, and the tip of the sword turned into a starry sky. The guide sword path changed drastically. A long sword turned into a thousand troops. The sword was like a sword transforming into a thousand soldiers. The sword came all over the mountains and fields.

Wei Gaoxin was surprised: Why did this kid's sword technique completely change? He had already figured out the tricks of the Guinan Sword and was able to attack and defend freely. Now Wenyuan's sword moves were suddenly completely different. In horror, he was a little busy and almost hit the sword.

Ziyuan had originally seen Wen Yuan's defeated image revealing, and was anxious and thought: If Mr. Wen was in an accident, it was because of me. I don't know how to do martial arts... But... how can I stand by? In a hurry, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed. Thinking of Wen Yuan's proficiency in music theory, he immediately wanted to use the piano music as a helper. He thought of him: I can only do this, maybe I can't help at all, but I am always the only way to do my best.

Unexpectedly, after playing, the strings did not move at all, and there was no sound. Zi Yuan was stunned. She tried several more times, but there was no effect. She thought to herself: Mr. Wen's piano is really different. It seems that it can not be played with strong. So the technique is soft. If there is something, it can actually make a tiny sound. She was happy and brushed her fingers even lighter. She actually played the seven-string zither that only martial arts masters could play. The sound of the zither is very clear and not weak due to the tiny power.

The name of the seven-stringed zither of the civil and military zither is not only due to the strings made by King Wen and King Wu, but also includes the use of the two ways of civil and military.

Wenyuan played the piano with internal strength, which was a technique of softness based on the martial arts of Ziyuan, but Wendao's re-elected Jianqing had never understood it. Wenyuan himself did not know it, and Ziyuan even didn't understand it. At this time, Wenyuan was under the music and drums of the piano, and the sword technique gradually changed. The music of the civil and military gathered, but Wei Gaoxin was surprised and gradually sweated on his forehead.