When Pan Long returned to Cangyuan Mansion, he felt a little relieved.

He has done everything he can do for Cang Yuan and Bai Yingxuan. If things can have a good result, they will be happy. If this will end tragically, then he will have no choice.

From tomorrow onwards, he would not plan to live here, but to stay at the inn where Bai Yingxuan lives.

As long as conditions allow, he will stay there to prevent Bai Yingxuan from being killed by a Cang family or a master from somewhere.

Although the Cang family is a high-ranking official in the court, there are probably not many masters who can use them privately. A real master comes to the sky, and it is unlikely that it is a person like his ancestor Ren Changsheng who can even compete with the people of Changsheng.

The most is a person like Li Wu who has entered the realm of a master for not many years.

Facing such a master, even if he can't beat him, he will stop the other party and make him unable to kill people silently. He can do it.

The masters always need face. It is impossible for them to be stopped by themselves and even pester them. Moreover, this Nanxia City is an important place in the capital, and the emperor's feet are not a place where two real masters can easily fight for 300 rounds.

As long as he was stopped by himself, the master would have to give up. Then as long as Bai Yingxuan stayed honestly in Nanxia City and did not go out, and when Cang Yuan found a way to convince the elders in his family, the matter would be over.

In the whole process, Gu Wen did not necessarily need to take action. He went to Gu Wen to tell Gu Wen about the matter, and just hoped that Gu Wen could help a little at critical moments.

Pan Long was not the first to be a cottage. After so many years of exploring the world, he at least knew that there were no white lotus in the old world.

An old senior like Gu Wen who doesn't even want his own life must be as firm as iron. Even if he has a good impression of Bai Yingxuan and Cang Yuan, it is unlikely that his own plan will fail in order to help them.

If the situation is right, of course he doesn't mind helping a little. But if the situation is not right, even if Cang Yuan dies in front of him, don't expect him to take action.

...However, it is enough to be able to help a little when the situation is right.

Maybe this is a little short of it then?

Pan Long carefully sorted out his action plan and made sure that there were basically no obvious problems. Then he felt relieved and went to bed with peace of mind.

Today is probably the only night to have a safe sleep in the future.

The next morning, he took the initiative to find Cangyuan. Before Cangyuan could speak, he told Cangyuan that he would move out and stay in that inn.

Cang Yuan immediately understood what he meant, clenched his fists and looked grateful.

A famous young man, the number one master in the young generation of Daxia today, is willing to put down his figure and be a bodyguard for a good prostitute, which is naturally to give him face.

This face is too great, beyond his expectations.

He originally planned to just ask Pan Long to take a look occasionally...

"Brother Pan, Cang... Cang... is so grateful!" He even trembled with his voice, "If there is anything to do in the future, just a letter will be written, thousands of mountains and rivers, swords, fires, and Cang Yuan will be absolutely absolutely right!"

After saying that, he bowed deeply, turned around and left, with firm steps.

Pan Long smiled, carried a small bag of luggage, and went straight to the inn and drove a room to settle in.

The room design of this inn is quite rigorous, with a special floor for female guests to live in. On this floor, even the guys who serve tea and water are all women.

It is naturally impossible for Pan Long to live in the "female guest floor", but for him, as long as he is within a hundred feet of nearby areas, it doesn't matter where he is.

If someone could break into this range silently and kill people without letting him know... even if he saw it, he would probably not be able to stop him.

Not long after he stayed, he saw Gu Wen pushing a wheelbarrow over, parked the car near the inn, and continued his business.

During the whole process, Gu Wen did not look up at the inn, even a glance.

Today, Bai Yingxuan did not buy a doll, so she stayed in the room to study. During lunch, she went downstairs to take her pulse for a patient with diarrhea, and then prescribed a dose of medicine.

"Stay after drinking the medicine. If you are hungry today, you can drink some sugar water and avoid eating." She reminded, "If you still have diarrhea, come to me again. If you don't have diarrhea, you can drink some porridge tomorrow night. In the next five days, you must avoid greasy and heavy salty and spicy."

Seeing her gentle and serious appearance, Pan Long couldn't help but think of many doctors and doctors he had met in his past and present lives.

Their medical skills vary, but most of them are.

(Doctors are parents' hearts, which means this! Even if you can treat people with such care, it is worth my time to be a bodyguard for her!)

He nodded slightly in his heart and showed some smile on his face.

In the evening, a servant came to the inn and paid homage to him.

"Mr. Pan, the young master asked me to tell you in person, saying that things are going well. The second master scolded him, but he still went to find the old master... After he came back, he scolded him, saying, "I have never been so humble in front of the late emperor," "You wait to return it to me as a cow or a horse." The young master said that when the matter is settled, I will invite you two to drink."

Pan Long couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"It's best if things go well," he said. "I'll stay here until things are over, so he can rest assured."

The servant nodded and remembered it, and then hurriedly said goodbye and left.

Pan Long watched him leave, and was about to go back, but he heard Gu Wen's voice.

"This kid was spelled by someone. What he said just now may not be true. You can catch up and take a look."

Pan Long was shocked and turned to look, but saw that Gu Wen was still busy doing business, and he didn't even look at him.

However, when he looked at the doll stall, he clearly saw the Zhuque Gang bamboo plaque hanging on the stall swaying with the wind and suddenly stopped for a while, and then returned to its original state.

This hint is enough!

Pan Long immediately rushed out of the inn. When he appeared on the street, he was already a squinting eye with scars on his face and a little taller.

He followed the traces of the servant leaving and soon found the servant. The man was hurriedly walking on the road, looking at the direction, probably rushing to Cang Mansion.

(Guwen said that he had been cursed and might have lie, so what was he telling a lie?)

(What are the words just now? What are the false?)

Pan Long thought secretly and decided to ask Cang Yuan directly after a while.

Suddenly, his heart moved and an inexplicable warning rose.

Before he could think about it, Pan Long exerted force under his feet, and his whole body soared into the sky and rushed into the air in an instant.

For masters in the real world, fighting in the air is much more convenient than on the ground. They can move and dodge from all directions, which is most suitable for fighting against the strong with the weak.

Although I don’t know who you are going to deal with, I will definitely not make a big mistake by putting yourself in a weaker position first.

Sure enough, as soon as he flew into the sky, he saw that the ground was standing slightly shaking, and a solid stone spread on the ground suddenly cracked, especially when he was about to take a step forward, the stone turned into powder and was broken so much that it could not be broken any more.

This made him feel angry. Although he didn't know who the other party was, this man was a fatal means when he took action, which had already angered him.

Then, he felt the air around him suddenly solidify, and there seemed to be an invisible pair of big hands in the void holding him, trying to crush him.

The sword light flashed, the cicada wing knife passed by, and the invisible hand collapsed.

Pan Long stood with a knife and said coldly: "If you want to kill me, it is not enough to rely on this little trick. Come out!"

An old sigh came, and an old man with white hair and beard walked out of a cloud in the distance.

Following closely behind, accompanied by a sneer, a figure soared into the sky and stopped beside him, but there was a burly man with scarred faces.

Then, the air around him fluctuated slightly, and a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe appeared like a photo was developed, nodding at Pan Long, and then disappeared without a trace.

Pan Long frowned.

Among these three people, he could only recognize one, which was the burly man.

If he remembers it well, this person should be named Jingwan, and is known as "Shenxing Taotie". He has a unique technique in the earth and is best at ambushing opponents underground. He is a famous real-life killer in the world and has killed more than one real-life person.

...But the last time this person appeared was more than 20 years ago.

As for the other two, the old man's aura was somewhat similar to Cang Yuan, and he might be the elders of the Cang family. But he could not recognize the middle-aged Taoist priest at all.

"I really have face." He sneered, "It is very worthy of Pan that the ancestor of the Cang family has brought two entourages who have been out of the world for many years.

The old man looked cold and said, "My Cang family established itself by military tactics, so they naturally understood the principle of 'little fighting against rabbits, and using all their strength'. Warriors are weapons, and gentlemen had no choice but to use them. Therefore, they must succeed if they use them, otherwise it is better not to use them." Mobile::

Pan Long nodded: "This is reasonable, but I am a little curious. Haven't the three of you ever thought about the consequences before they asked Pan for trouble?"

"Of course I thought about it." The old man said, "If you ran away today, at most twenty years later, you can come to the Shendu Cang Mansion and cut off my husband's head in public. At that time, I am afraid that no one in the world can stop you. And if you die, I am afraid that someone will not be able to cut off my husband's head in twenty years. At that time, no one will stop him."

"Since that's the case, why are you looking for death?"

Although the old man was very depressed, his aura was not weakened at all, but instead became stronger and stronger: "Zihai (Cangyuan's name is Zihai) is the hope of my Cang family's future. If he marry a fireworks woman, he will become a laughing stock in the world. In order to stop this, I can throw away my head."

Pan Long frowned and advised: "Whether a person is respected by others lies in what he has done. If Brother Cang can promote the success of the reform, he will be a person who has been remembered forever. What can some flaws count? If his reform fails, I am afraid that the Cang family will be buried with him and marry a good prostitute, what does it matter?"

The old man shook his head: "A gentleman must be cautious in small things. If Zihai is famous throughout the ages, then I will not tolerate his reputation. And if my Cang family is buried with the law for reform, he cannot give him an unfair reputation of being corrupted by his personal morality."

He looked at Pan Long with a serious expression and said, "Pan Yiwen, I am old and I am afraid of death and cherish my life. It is also good to live twenty years longer. So please leave for half an hour now, can you?"

Pan Long shook his head: "As entrusted by others, I am loyal to others. Brother Cang and I are in a similar mood. I can't watch him as a bachelor."

The old man sighed and said, "Take it."

Before he finished speaking, a sword light had reached Pan Long's back heart, with a chilling chill that was almost soaked in the flesh.

Pan Long waved the cicada wing knife, and the sword light was like snow. Without turning around, he had already slashed on the sword light. But when the sword light met the sword light, he cut into the air with one knife. The sword light suddenly scattered, as if it had never existed.

In a blink of an eye, the sword light appeared on Pan Long's head again. With a slight difference, it was dispersed by the sword light and still did not stab him.

In the next few moments, the sword light continued to appear around Pan Long like an illusion. Pan Long waved the cicada wing knife into a ball of sharp sword light to protect himself, but there was still some gaps and had to retreat continuously to avoid being stabbed by the sword light.

In just two or three breaths, he felt that it seemed that several hours had passed.

Fortunately, after a few breaths, the figure of the middle-aged Taoist appeared beside the clouds in the distance, and some sweat appeared on his face.

"It turns out that the younger generation is terrifying!" He said, "Although the old Taoist is not good at fighting, he is at least a little confident in the Void Sword Shadow Technique. He always feels that as long as I can use it in secret, even the immortal demon god will suffer a great loss in a hurry. Even under immortality, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured. As a result, he attacked for a round of fierce attacks just now, but even a hair of your hair was not cut off. No wonder you were the number one master of the young generation, and under the reputation, you are a perfect soldier!"

Pan Long's eyes lit up and he asked, "Can the Taoist priest come from Qingcheng Mountain in Yizhou?"

The Taoist shook his head: "I am not convenient to tell you my identity. But this Void Sword Shadow Technique is indeed related to the Qingcheng Mountain Void Sword Technique."

"Qingcheng and Qionglai have always been in good relationship..."

"The old Taoist knows that you are an outstanding junior whom the Qionglai sword Ren Changsheng loves. If you have a choice, the old Taoist will never dare to provoke the peerless swordsman who once fought with Kongkonger for seven days. But as you said, if you are entrusted by others, you have no choice in the affairs of loyal people."

He sighed and said, "Look at the sword!"

In a blink of an eye, another sword shadow appeared in the void, but this time it was not a sword shadow, but two.

The two sword shadows did not launch an attack, but just shook in the air, and then suddenly collided with each other, shattering into countless lights and shadows.

The middle-aged Taoist groaned, his face pale slightly, and bleeding came from his nostrils.

But the scattered but countless lights and shadows turned into countless sword shadows.

He wiped his nose and said, "The old Taoist practiced for forty years and introduced innovations from the Void Sword Shadow technique, creating a method of using one sword to count shadows. This method has not yet been created yet, and you are the first one!"
Chapter completed!