Muyun Pavilion

The sound of the flute came from deep in the mountains. The flute player was dressed in black light fur. The arrogant and unruly description was a little tired at the moment, but he was still playing persistently.

After a while, the man standing on the top of the mountains put down his emerald green flute, and said slowly, "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through the Yumen Pass."

There was regret in the magnetic voice, he exhaled a cold breath, looked up at the snow-capped mountain, finally sighed, and left.

After a whole night's journey, they finally arrived at the Gutao Inn. Shudu and his party went into their respective rooms to rest and recuperate tiredly.

Although Shudu was tired, he couldn't sleep.Helpless, he quietly flew up to the roof and lay down on it to watch the moon.

Compared with Jinghu Lake, the scenery of Xuhai can be said to be bleak, but since it is autumn, the sight of phoenix trees is not so offensive.

Shudu and the others came here this time to negotiate peace with the Shendao Hall. It happened that there were always people from the Qinglong Society secretly besieging and killing them on the way, intending to disrupt their peace negotiation plan. As a last resort, they had to go to the Shendao Hall in two ways.

One group led the killer away, and the other went to the Divine Sword Hall.Suddenly, Shu Du sat up slowly and calmly, staring at the moon without moving.

Those strong murderous intentions were gradually approaching him, Shu Du felt a thump in his heart, the secret path was not good, the martial arts of the visitors were all above his, and the other people in the room did not move, they must have been plotted against.

The way to escape was also blocked, so Shu Du put his mind on it. Since death is death anyway, death must be worthy of death. He drew his weapon and was about to fight hard when he heard a cold voice say, "Hiding in the dark!" Who is it? The Divine Sword Hall is here, who dares to commit crimes?"

Under the moonlight, Shu Du saw who was coming, and stood quietly behind him. He was dressed in black light fur and golden thick armor. His arrogant and unruly description was just like his voice, and his eyes gleamed with coldness. shine.

Before Shu Du could react, the killing intent gradually disappeared.

"Are you from Jinghu?" The visitor looked at Shudu, and then said, "I'm here to pick you up into the Divine Sword Hall. We met another group of your people when they were being hunted down by the Azure Dragon Society. So I came here to support you.”

Shu Du came back to his senses, "Ah, oh, um," clasped his fists and said, "Thank you hero for saving your life, I'll call you Shu Du next time, may I ask what the hero calls you?"

"Fusheng." Looking at Shudu, Fusheng replied with a faint smile.

The next day, Shudu followed Fusheng to the location of the Divine Sword Hall.Shu Du rode his horse closely behind Fu Sheng, looked at the back, and remembered last night, when Fu Sheng asked him why he didn't go directly to the Divine Sword Hall, Shu Du subconsciously replied, "I have never been here before, so the map is all foggy." ", I always feel that Fusheng raised his eyebrows very meaningfully.

It is different to have a guide, and the two soon arrived at Cangyue Bay, where there is the largest inn in Xu Hai - Fulin Inn.

When Shu Duxie came over, he suddenly thought of a question, why only Fusheng came to pick him up?Wasn't the reason why the killers were discouraged back then that there were many people from the Divine Sword Hall?

Regarding this matter, Fu Sheng only said lightly, "Some people are secretly protecting your safety, and now the people Qinglong will send to assassinate you will definitely not confront the Divine Sword Hall head-on."

In the middle of the night, when Shu Du was sleepy, he suddenly heard the sound of a flute, which seemed to be melancholy and regrettable, but made Shu Du curious about the flute player.

However, adhering to the principle of "sleep is bigger than the sky", after hesitating for a while, Shu Du resolutely chose to "continue to sleep".

It is still far away from the Shendaotang, but unfortunately, it started to rain in Xu Hai, and the sky gradually turned cold, which made Shudu who came from the warm Jinghu very uncomfortable.

Just early in the morning, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and ran to the private room where Fusheng was. As soon as he entered, he saw a picture of a beautiful man drinking tea and enjoying the rain.

Seeing him coming in, Fu Sheng put down the teacup in his hand, his cold expression softened slightly, and he said to him with a smile, "It's so early, I just ordered breakfast, let's have it together."

Shu Du nodded and sat down, looking at the rain outside the window, frowning in annoyance, he didn't expect Xu Hai to be so cold, and he didn't bring warm clothes.

Fusheng seemed to see his troubles, and said, "Xu Hai is sometimes as cold as it is now. If you don't mind, I have a new cloak here. If you don't mind, I will give it to you." , and took out the brand new black cloak from his carry-on bag.

"Eh? How is this possible?" Shu Du hurriedly stood up, and after only a few days of acquaintance, the other party gave him clothes. It was such a big gift that he couldn't bear it.

Fusheng smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I haven't worn it yet, I just carry it with me just in case, I hope you don't dislike it." He stood up and put the cloak on the bewildered Shudu with his own hands.

The big cloak covered the little Shudu, Fusheng's eyes were darkened, and he smiled, "Is it still cold this time?"

Feeling the temperature of the cloak, Shu Du blushed and shook his head slowly.