Chapter 257 Looking for the Internal Traitor

The yard is very quiet.

Chen Lai walked to the east wing.

Some of the guards sat in front of the door to rest, some sneered and sharpened their knives by the basin, and some sat quietly in the room without saying anything. Several other female disciples walked in several corners. They were very upright, but because of their expressionless faces, they gave people the feeling that they were human beings and guards, which was not attractive. In the whole yard, only Zheng Yingying sat on the swing between the two pear trees in the north, reading some important books softly, which seemed a little energetic.

Chen Lai understood that the traitor was among the guards, but he waved to everyone, grinned, and staggered to Zheng Yingying.

No one in the guard greeted him. They either lowered their heads and said nothing or glanced at him, as if they had seen a sparrow.

Chen Lai didn't care about this. As he walked, he threw a stick and a pheasant in front of a disciple who was sharpening a knife at the door. "Pull it out and kill it. It's delicious." Several pheasants were tied with two claws and fluttered their wings, making the door smoke.

The disciple's name is Zhang Huizheng. He is a silent young man. While sharpening the knife, he also frowns his knife-shaped thick black eyebrows, as if he was meditating on something and couldn't find the answer. Hearing the movement for a long time, he opened his eyes, picked up the long knife and looked at it, with a very unpleasant expression on his face.

Chen Lai pretended to be stunned, jumped back and stretched out his arm and made a posture of drawing a knife, "What? Do you want to fight with me? The tone is both exaggerated and serious.

Zhang Hui was looking down on him at all. He shook his head, stood up, and picked up the pheasant to fade the hair of the pheasant in front of the house.

When Zheng Yingying saw Chen Lai's movements, she giggled, put down her books, and jumped forward to greet him with a giggle. The pace is very easy, and the chest jumps and is full of vitality. The mutton and medicinal wine that were brought last night still worked on her. Today, she combed a princess bun and wore a black dark skirt like a cheongsam, which looked noble and elegant. "Chen Shuwei, you're back."

Seeing Chen Lai holding a few bright red flowers in his hand, he pointed to it and smiled softly, "This must be for me."

This is actually what Chen Lai was going to give to Wu Ting, so he had to push the boat along the water. "Of course." Push forward generously, as if pushing the door.

Zheng Yingying tilted her head and smiled, stretched out her little hand to take it.

"Dian Ying, go back to your room to rest." Suddenly, a heavy voice sounded behind them.

Chen Lai turned around and saw a tall and burly disciple. He knew that his name was Blood Dragon and he was the second figure under Wu Ting. His skills were second only to Wu Ting, but his swordsmanship was amazing and no one was invincible.

"It turned out to be Brother Blood Dragon." Chen Lai punched him and subconsciously looked at his hands and the knife around his waist.

At this time, the bright tree suddenly became dark. Dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, blocking the light of the sun.

The blood dragon's face was gloomy and did not look at Chen Lai. He still stared at Zheng Yingying's eyes, "Go ahead."

Zheng Yingying bit her lips and nodded, squeezed out a smile at Chen, turned around, and walked to her room.

"Dian Ying!" Chen Lai stopped her and handed her two herbs. "This is for you."

Zheng Yingying took a look at the blood dragon, smiled bitterly at Chen, and ran forward to take it.

But the blood dragon stretched out its left hand. His left hand is very large, and the lines on it are very black and long.

Zheng Yingying was stunned and put all the herbs on his left hand.

The blood dragon took it, threw it to his feet, and put the big boot of his left foot on it. Suddenly, the green herbs turned into a pool of green water and overflowed the soles of his boots.

Zheng Yingying lowered her head and only lowered her chest, like a child who made a mistake.

"Little thief," the blood dragon looked at Chen Lai condescendingly, and his tone seemed unquestionable, "You are a sentry guard, only responsible for the sentry around here, and you can't get close to the lady and lady in the future."

Then, he turned around and walked steadily and carefully to his room.

Chen Lai was a little embarrassed, pointed to the knife on the waist of the blood dragon, and once again raised his arm to draw the knife. "Wow, believe it or not, I will pull out my supreme knife and kill you in the blink of an eye!"

When several disciples nearby heard this, they were stunned and then laughed. A disciple teased, "Chen sentinel, the hair of a few pheasants should have faded, and your supreme knife is just useful."

Chen Lai stared and pretended to be furious. He went to pull out the machete on his back, but he pulled it out several times.

Zheng Yingying was originally depressed, but she immediately giggled.

Several guards laughed even more when they saw this. A disciple sitting in front of the door meditating couldn't help shrugging his shoulders and laughing.

"Chen sentry, Brother Xue didn't mean anything. He just did his job as a guard." Zheng Yingying explained a few words, smiled and pointed to her room, signaling that she was going back.

Chen Lai grinned at her, nodded, stretched out his index finger, shook the guards, and strode to Wu Ting's room. "I have nothing to say to you. I'll discuss the knife method with Lord Wu Ting."

When the disciples heard this, they laughed even more.

The sun became bright again, and the pear tree was extremely cool. After a night's rest, the guards recovered their strength and became energetic. Under the infection of cheerfulness, they began to discuss in a low voice. Of course, their topic has nothing to do with Chen sentry.

Chen Lai strode to Wu Ting's room, pushed the door in like last time, and then closed the door.

Wu Ting wore a long blue dress and wore a bun, which looked fresh and natural. She is meditating and cultivating, surrounded by a white breath. Hearing the sound of opening the door, she knew that Chen came back and unconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, but instantly returned to the original coldness. "Chen sentry Wei, you should knock on the door first next time you open the door."

Chen Lai was too lazy to care about her thoughts as a girl. She went straight to the bedside, took out herbs from her waist, chewed them in her mouth, and then grabbed her left hand and rolled her wide sleeves to her shoulders.

At this time, he suddenly found that her arms were so white, like gel, and his heart moved.

Uncovering the cloth tape on the wound, he saw that the wound was healing and gently pressed the herbs in his mouth on it. This is a poison-fighting herb. As soon as she put it on the wound, Wu Ting suddenly felt hot pain, but this time she did not moan. It's just that her cold cheeks melted like snow, and sweatdrops appeared on her face.

Chen Lai took out the clean cloth prepared in advance and wrapped it for her. "Wu Ting, your skills are really good. It takes ordinary people a month to start healing. You only began to heal after one night."

Wu Ting didn't say anything, just looked at him with her eyes.

Chen Lai took off the machete, then took off the stone, put it flat next to her, pointed to the palm print on it and asked, "Have you seen this hand?"

Wu Ting looked at the palm print.

Feeling that this thing was very strange, he looked at Chen Lai suspiciously.

Chen Lai gave her all the information he found. It was a very serious matter, but his tone seemed to be understated.

Wu Ting stood up and stared at his eyes, as if to get in and know everything he knew.

Chen Lai was very calm and looked at her quietly. He is a little taller than Wu Ting. The two looked at each other closely and wanted to know what each other was thinking.

Chen Lai suddenly found tears in her eyes. He stopped looking at her. He looked out of the window and whispered, "Don't be emotional now. Think about it again."

Wu Ting was stunned, and her slender eyes narrowed slightly. Including her, these twelve guards are Wu Sheng's most trusted genius disciples, known as the "Twelve Disciples of the Wu Family". They have followed Wu Sheng to learn practice for at least eight years, and their feelings with Wu Sheng are like father and son or father and daughter. Will a person be hidden for at least eight years as a traitor? Is it hidden so deep? Wu Ting couldn't believe it. What's more, in this three-year escape career, she knows everything about them and can't believe that there will be a traitor in them. Usually together, can't you find any clues? Besides, which disciple has not been bloody in the past three years? Which guard is not murderous? And the people who killed them are all from Tianleimen, all killers sent by Tianleimen, all opponents of Wusheng, and enemies of Wusheng! Did the traitor kill his own people like that? Who the hell is he? Why hasn't he done anything for the past three years? What purpose has he been hiding?

And who the hell is he?

Wu Ting closed her eyes so that her tears would disappear quickly. She raised her head and sighed, "Chen Lai, you should not move those palm prints to the southeast, but to the west or northwest..."

"Bulls!" Chen Lai stared at her, "There is a 30-mile village, and there is a pear garden, where there are my villagers and masters!"

The 30-mile village sent a sentry to kill him. He has completed the task and wants to kill people in the 30-mile village? That's a big loss! Chen Lai stared at Wu Ting again and felt that her heart was too poisonous.

Wu Ting was stunned and couldn't believe that he would care about other people for a moment. Seeing that he was very serious, she no longer thought about this problem and changed the topic, "Chen Lai, let's find the traitor first..."

Suddenly, she turned her head to look out of the window and gently reminded, "You can't stay here, or it will cause his suspicion."

Chen Lai smiled and stretched out his little finger to scratch his scalp. "Wu Ting, you take me too seriously. Don't forget that they didn't look at me at all. After a busy morning, he felt a little tired. He took the opportunity to sit at the end of the bed, leaned against the bed rail, and rested his arm.

"Chen Lai!" Wu Ting's face suddenly became cold, and she lowered her voice with thin teeth, "Now it's burning... How can you be so arrogant and arrogant that you are still so presumptuous."

Isn't it just to sit down and take a break? This is completely beyond Chen's expectation, "Wu Ting, I'm a sentry guard. What's the picture of birth and death? Just to give me a little reward when Zheng Tiehui left? I'm afraid I don't have that blessing to enjoy. I treated your wounds yesterday, transferred those stones this morning, then helped you heal your wounds, and helped you find the clues left by the traitor. I also had to act like a scoundrel to make your brothers laugh at. It can be said that you are so tired. You don't say a word of gratitude. Without a cup of tea, it's your indifference... Now I would like to ask you to explain what arrogance is and what presumptuousness is.

Wu Ting stared at him and was speechless.

From the first time she saw Chen Lai, she thought he was promising. He was an incompetent sentinel, an asshole, and a naughty. After yesterday's incident, she felt that he was a little capable, but she still felt that he was not good at thinking about it. She thought that he was a good person to take advantage of loopholes. If he made a little mistake, she would be confused by him, but she I didn't expect him to tell her an irrefutable truth!

What else can I say? She walked to the tea table and poured a cup of tea and brought it to Chen Lai. "Chen sentrywei... You must be thirsty, right?"

The tone eased, and the anger seemed to disappear, but there was another element of grievance.

"Ouch..." Chen Lai quickly stood up, wiped his hands on his waist, and took the teacup with both hands. He took two sips and smiled, "Wu Ting, I'm sorry, I just sat on your bed and got dirty."

Wu Ting sighed, "We are grasshoppers tied to a rope. Who can dislike whom?"

Hi, isn't this little mouth quite common? Isn't the little mouth still quite sweet? Won't you if I don't teach you? Chen Lai grinned happily, "So you didn't treat me as an outsider, so I'm not polite." Put down the teacup and sit down again. This time, he also stepped on the heel on the bed, raised his legs, and shook his toes around.

Wu Ting shook her head, sat down, and looked at the palm print beside her. "Now we have to race against time to catch the traitor, but I'm too familiar with them and there's nothing I can do." After thinking about it, she really had no choice, and she didn't even know where to start tracking it. It's been at least eight years. How to trace it?

Once a person who has always been arrogant bows his head, he can take advantage of it. Chen Lai had experience in this field and reached out to hold her right hand.

Wu Ting's hand moved, but she still didn't refuse, but she still didn't let go of him. "I hurt my left hand. Why did you pull my right hand?"

Chen Lai stroked her slender fingers and smiled and did not answer. Seeing that her hands were very smooth, like the white hands of a girl who did not practice martial arts, "Wu Ting, you practice very hard. You should leave cocoons or something on your hands. Why not?"

Wu Ting was a little anxious, "Chen Lai, it doesn't seem to be the time to chat."

Chen Lai shook her hand and signaled that she must answer.

"Isn't this simple? I can extract the superior clouds to nourish my hands and body. After a long time, of course, it's like a little girl's hand. Wu Ting suddenly felt that Chen Lai's hand was not like a martial artist's hand. She suddenly pulled it and saw that the hands were actually like a scholar's hands. "Chen Lai, what about your hand?"

"I used to practice martial arts and shoot firewood and shoot arrows. There are thick cocoons on my palms and fingers, but I soaked them in an herb of skin-rejuvenating herb, which can make my hands tender outside and hard inside, with a toughness that is difficult for ordinary people to find."

Wu Ting wanted to scold him for being beautiful, but it turned into a sigh and looked out of the window with disappointed eyes.

Chen Lai pointed to the palm print, "Do you know this palm?"

Wu Ting shook her head, "This is a kind of Tianyun palm, which can hit enemies on the ground at high altitude. The skill is very powerful. Of course, this traitor's palm has just begun."

Chen Lai reminded her, "What will the hands of those who can beat Tianyun palms look like?"

Wu Ting suddenly woke up and realized that Chen Lai told her about the palm of her. "The skin of the hand of the hand will be very hard, but it can't be seen on the surface."

Chen Lai sat up and took out a few red herbs from his arms. "This is the tender grass. You secretly let each disciple use this to wash his hands. The skin that can molt in a short time will definitely not be Tianyun Palm, and only the skin of the person who knows Tianyun Palm has not changed.

Wu Ting jumped up and grabbed the tender grass, "I'll go now."

Chen Lai sat up suddenly and pulled her back. I don't know whether it was intentional or too excited. He used so much force that he pulled Wu Ting and made her sit on his legs.