small rivers and lakes

What the hell is this Zhongyi harboring?

He is obviously only a 22-year-old young man, and he has been in the arena for six or seven years, but with his own experience, he can't see through him.

The old man Qinggu was thinking ecstatically, but he didn't notice that Zhong Yi was approaching quietly. When he suddenly realized it, his heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head suddenly, and found that this guy had both hands on his lapel.

Zhong Yi sneered: "Hey...hehe...hehe..."

"..." The old man Qinggu was furious, grabbed his wrist and folded it forcefully.

Zhong Yi didn't even try to hide, almost broke his paw, and yelled, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Who?" There was a shout in the courtyard, the people of Xiuchun Hall finally found the two people on the roof, there was a sound of rustling clothes, and four or five shadows came up.

Zhong Yi grabbed Old Man Qinggu's hand with his backhand, and jumped into the darkness.

The two of them practiced their lightness kungfu, jumped several times between the pavilions, flung off the pursuers, and landed on the big willow tree by the Slender West Lake.

After stopping, the old man Qinggu realized that he had been holding hands with him all the time. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and thought to himself that this favored martial art was really terrible. There is no trace of stepping on the snow, and this Zhongyi can hold hands with him without him noticing, which shows that the lightness kung fu is even superior to him.

"Senior?" Zhong Yi said shyly, "Senior is very enthusiastic tonight, taking off his clothes and holding his little hand..."

Before the words fell, the old man Qinggu resolutely let go in fear of avoiding it.

With both hands empty, Zhong Yi hooked her fingers in embarrassment, and said aggrievedly: "Senior, you really don't agree with what you say, and you obviously want to talk about it."

"...Goodbye." The old man Qinggu got a headache from being pestered by him, and turned around to jump off the willow tree.

"No, no," Zhong Yi hugged his slender waist from behind, and said with a smile, "Why did the dignified old man of Qinggu run away? It's not what a man would do after flirting. The senior touched everything, hey yes, there is also someone else's Rouyi..."

The old man Qinggu stared at the stars, and said angrily: "It's very late, the old man is going to bed!"

"Where are you going to sleep, senior?"

"Of course it's an inn!"

"If you don't sleep in a comfortable bedroom, you have to go to the inn to sleep in the firewood room. Senior's hobbies are really puzzling."

"Where's the comfortable bedroom?"

Zhong Yi pointed to the brightly lit Xiuchun Hall not far away: "It's far away in the sky, but it's close in front of us."

The old man Qinggu was overwhelmed by his shamelessness, and said coolly: "Little beauty, your memory is not so bad, is it? You just killed someone's hall master just before burning incense, and now you want to sleep in someone's bedroom ?”

Zhong Yi looked upright: "Who killed his hall master?"

"Oh, could it be me?" The old man Qinggu sneered coldly, his heart stopped suddenly, and he realized: Of course he didn't like the one who came to kill Long Tianba, the man in the blue shirt with the mask claimed that his family was happy Woolen cloth!

He looked at Zhong Yi with complicated eyes, and suddenly he was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

——This Zhong Yi's mind seemed to be flooded, and he began to undress without thinking.

The old man Qinggu's eyelids twitched, and he wondered narcissistically if he wanted to moleste me, right?It's just that this step seems to be wrong, shouldn't the old man be thrown down first, stripped naked, and then free himself...

I saw Zhong Yi turned the half-worn green shirt upside down and put it on again. It turned out to be a white brocade robe embroidered with dark cloud patterns all over. The stately place has become "Wangyou Tang Zhongyi".

The old man Qinggu opened his mouth wide.

Wow... A paper fan painted with lacquered gold was opened, and Zhong Yi stood tall and tall under the moon, with fluttering white clothes, a faint smile on his lips, and said softly: "Senior, the moon has reached the climax, we have already Get some sleep."

The old man Qinggu walked into Xiuchun Hall with Zhong Yi with a dull face, facing the chaos in the courtyard, Zhong Yi said righteously: "Who is so bold and reckless, dare to assassinate the minister of the Tianxia League!"

"The murderer claims to be..." the butler of Xiuchuntang lowered his voice, "Fengmanlou Le Wuyou."

"What?" Zhong Yi frowned suddenly, "Didn't this person die ten years ago?"

"Yes." The butler seemed to be recalling the past, and shook his head with a sigh.

There was a sneer from the side, and the two looked up, and saw the old man Qinggu caressing the branch in his hand lightly, with a sneering smile on his lips: "Has anyone ever thought that it is possible that Le Wuyou is not dead?"

"Impossible," said the steward, "Senior doesn't know that Le Wuyou fell into the hands of Xie Qingwei, the master of the Xie Punishing Sword. When the Xie Punishing Sword was released and all evildoers were wiped out, there was absolutely no possibility of surviving."

The old man Qinggu nodded: "That's someone pretending to be."

"What's the benefit of pretending to be Le Wuyou?"

The old man Qinggu glanced at Zhong Yi, and said coolly: "Then we have to ask that imposter."

Zhong Yi said: "It's probably because I'm full."

The two stayed in the guest room at night and rejected Zhong Yi's proposal of "living in the same room to save bedding". The old man Qinggu ruthlessly closed the door and put the latch on Zhong Yi's pitiful eyes.

Zhong Yi came to the window, waved his folding fan, and chattered endlessly: "Senior, why are you so on guard? I won't do anything out of the ordinary. Now the Xiuchun Hall is in chaos. We will increase the workload of the servants by occupying two guest rooms. of."

"..." Old Man Qinggu closed the window with a bang.

Zhong Yi's aggrieved voice came from outside the thin Mingwa window: "Besides, we two big men have nothing to shy away from. Even if we do something shameful, we will be honored by seniors, and we will be at a disadvantage." Obviously it's me..."

"What do you mean by my honor?" The old man Qinggu was furious, opened the window violently, pointed at his face and said loudly, "I have been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, who would mention me without boasting about my beauty? "

Zhong Yi stood in the corridor with a smile on her face: "Why don't seniors wash away the disguise and let me see whether it is a fairy with a lost appearance or a seemingly innocent..."

The old man Qinggu closed the window again.

There is a makeup mirror stand in the guest room, the old man Qinggu opened the bronze mirror, and an unsightly old face appeared in the mirror.

"...Is it ugly?" The man in the mirror muttered, touched his chin, and couldn't help laughing, "I think the beauty is just right..."

It was late at night, and the last quarter moon was sinking. The window of the guest room was pushed open silently, and a light figure jumped into the room, heading straight for the robe hanging in front of the bed.

He took out a short sword from his robe and pulled it out slowly. The moonlight shined on the sword spine, and the three dark red blood grooves glowed with a cold murderous look. On the jaw of the sword, there was a young phoenix perched on it. Among the tung flowers.

"Sure enough, it's Zhihuang..." the figure murmured.

The blade of the sword reflected moonlight, illuminating his face, and it turned out to be old man Qinggu.

"Not bad." A faint voice sounded from behind.

The old man Qinggu turned his head suddenly, and saw Zhong Yi sitting beside the bed with a smile, the moonlight shining on his face through the bed curtain, it seemed that the smile on his lips was gentle and strange.

The two looked at each other in the dark, and after a while, the old man Qinggu suddenly burst into flames, and the dagger was so sharp that the blade was covered with frost under the moonlight, and he stabbed very quickly.

He launched a murderous intent, and what came up was the extremely powerful Xuezhaoyunguangjue.

Zhong Yi didn't move.

The sword body stopped less than half an inch in front of his eyes, but the sword energy was cold, and frost bloomed on Zhong Yi's eyebrows at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The old man Qinggu's face sank like water: "Why don't you hide?"

Zhong Yi looked straight at him, and said calmly: "I owe my life to my benefactor, if my benefactor wants to take it away, he can do whatever he wants."

"...Who are you?"

"Today's Zhongyi is the master of Wangyoutang under the Tianxia League. Ten years ago, Zhongyi was a beggar by the Qinhuai River at the foot of Tianque Mountain."

Tianque Mountain...

Broken memories flooded into his mind, the old man Qinggu gritted his teeth hard, forcibly suppressed the churning killing sounds and shouts in his head, and looked at Zhong Yi intently, trying to find a flaw in his face.

Zhong Yi looked at him frankly: "When the Zhihuang sword is released, I knew that you would definitely come."

The tip of the sword approached a little closer, the gleaming blade cut through the skin, and the blood that flowed out was quickly frozen by the sword energy. The old man Qinggu said coldly: "You pretended to be Le Wuyou and killed Hall Master Xiuchun, could this be you? way of repaying your gratitude?"

"If it weren't for Le Qishu's kindness, Long Tianba was still a cook at the head of the League. How could he have the opportunity to take the helm of a party? But ten years ago, he took the lead in the surprise attack on Tianque Mountain and broke into Fengman. Lou, don't you deserve to die if you repay your kindness with revenge?"

"Then you killed him, why are you pretending to be Le Wuyou?"

Zhong Yi looked straight into his eyes, and said with hatred: "I want to let the people in the world know that people can be slaughtered, but their beliefs will not be destroyed. Even if the bones are rotten, the evil spirits who died unjustly will Climb out of hell, blood for blood, life for life."

The old man Qinggu thought for a while: "It is rumored that Xiuchun Hall is haunted by ghosts, so it turns out that you are pretending to be a ghost..."

"He killed so many people and tortured him for a few more days. Wouldn't it be a pity to let him die easily? It's ridiculous that that guy has done all kinds of bad things, and his heart is very guilty. Even if he doesn't pretend to be crazy, he is probably not far from being crazy. A sneer appeared on Zhong Yi's lips, and then disappeared. He raised his hand and poked the sword resting on his neck. Ruthless..."

The old man Qinggu looked at him with complicated eyes, full of suspicion—this person is vicious on the one hand, and cute on the other, which one is the real him?

Slowly put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and walked out the door.

Zhong Yi was taken aback: "Benefactor?"

"I'm not your benefactor," the old man Qinggu said indifferently, "Le Wuyou died under the sword of killing evil ten years ago. If he knows anything, I should toast you." After speaking, he pushed the door and walked out.

The ragged figure disappeared at the door, and Zhong Yi sat in front of the bed in a daze, staring at the moonlight all over the floor, and suddenly grinned: "Hey, did he die when you said he died? I don't believe it, even if it's true If he is dead, I want to bring him back to life!" He looked up at the moon melting among the laurel branches outside the window, "I haven't repaid my life-saving grace yet, why are you running away..."