small rivers and lakes

"Don't you dare to snatch it?" Le Wuyou slapped the seat, flew up, threw himself on the stage, and pressed the other end of the sword stand.

How could the two young servants who carried the sword be able to resist the suppression of these two martial arts masters, they knelt down on the ground with an ah, the sword frame dropped from their hands, Xie Qing moved like lightning, and stretched out his hand to catch the scabbard.

And Le Wuyou had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and the two refused to give in to each other, each firmly holding the coldness in their palms.

Xie Qing said in a low voice: "Mr. Le, what is the meaning of this?"

"That's a fresh question," Le Wuyou sneered, piercing his eyes like a knife, with a sneer on his lips, and choked, "What do you mean by me?"

Xie Qingwei frowned slightly, fell silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "This sword... I have been looking for it for many years..."

"What qualifications do you have to find him?" Le Wuyou raised his voice coldly, exerted force with his arm, only heard a clear cry, the long sword was unsheathed, and quickly slashed towards the opponent's throat with a strong wind.

The guests never expected such a situation to happen, they couldn't help but stood up and looked at the stage curiously.I saw red candles burning all over the narrow glazed platform, and the candlelight reflected on the sword body.

"It really is a good sword," the young man in brocade yelled, "let alone 5000 taels, 1 taels are worth it!"

But no one paid any attention to him, everyone's eyes were cast on Xie Qingwei, waiting for him to draw out the evil sword on his back to fight Le Wuyou.

However, Xie Qingwei remained motionless, and even raised her head slightly, revealing her slender neck.

The edge of the sword stopped abruptly in front of his throat, and the cold edge touched his skin, just a slight trembling could cut his throat.

But he still didn't resist at all.

Le Wuyou narrowed her eyes dangerously: "You think I won't kill you?"

Xie Qingwei's eyes were indifferent, as if someone else's life was hanging by a thread, and he said indifferently: "I have learned about Shushizhuang, and the two heroic souls of Fengmanlou 170 were killed unjustly, I should pay you this life."

"I don't care about your dog's life," Le Wuyou took back his long sword, looked down at the simple bronze sword body, and murmured, "What do you mean that the sword is there, but the sword is dead? Dulu is still here, but Kaiyang and you..."

Zhong Yi flew over, wiped away the starlight from the corners of Le Wuyou's eyes, and said softly: "Ten years have passed, and Kai Yang may have already reincarnated, leaving the disputes in the rivers and lakes, and enjoying happiness in a place you don't know."

"Well," Le Wuyou nodded, and opened his hand slightly to Xie Qing, "Give me the scabbard, you go to Tianque Mountain, and kill yourself in front of Kaiyang's grave."

"I will apologise with death." Xie Qingwei said, but her jade-colored fingers tightly gripped the ebony sheath, showing no sign of letting go.

Le Wuyou glanced at him, and was furious: "Stop being hypocritical, Kai Yang was blind and was confused by you back then, and now his bones are rotten, what right do you have to take his sword?"

His voice was as cold as a blade, but Xie Qingwei was unmoved, there was no wave in his cold eyes, and he looked at the scabbard in his hand indifferently: "I know I'm not qualified," he looked up at Le Wuyou, "I I just...want to die under his sword."

Le Wuyou said word by word: "You, no, deserve it."

After speaking, he turned around abruptly, strode out, and said bitterly: "Ah Jue, let's go, I don't want the scabbard anymore, at worst I can find a craftsman to make it again."

"You are not allowed to go!" Xie Qingwei said anxiously, his figure flashed, and he flew in front of him without getting dusty, and pressed his hand, Gujing Wubo's eyes floated a trace of pleading, "Mr. Le, Please."

Le Wuyou looked at him coldly.

Seeing the hopeless indifference in his eyes, Xie Qingwei paused for a moment, then suddenly took a step back, and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Everyone was in an uproar, most of you are from the martial arts world, and they are very aware of the status of Xie Qingwei, the master of the evil sword. On the road, who would have thought that he would kneel in front of Le Wuyou today.

Like a begging dog.

Le Wuyou stared down at his silver-like white hair, and sneered, "Is there a day when you, Sword Master Punishing Evil, will kneel down and beg for help?"

Xie Qingwei turned a deaf ear to his sarcasm, and only murmured: "Please..."

"You want to beg me to give you the Dulu Sword?" Le Wuyou leaned over and approached his face, "I never understood why you deserve Kaiyang's liking, Daoist Xie, Daoist Xie, the sword master of Punishing Evil? Why don't you take it off?" Clothes, let me see what a beautiful scene is under the Taoist robe, it fascinated my brother so much that he died."

Xie Qingwei's white jade-like face suddenly turned red, he was both ashamed and angry, his eyes full of indignation under the light of the candle seemed to be watered down, it was so beautiful.

Le Wuyou laughed viciously: "Didn't you want the Dulu Sword? Take off your clothes and let everyone see how Xie Qingwei used your lewd body to seduce men, and I will give it to you immediately!"

Zhong Yi hugged Le Wuyou's shoulder from behind, and said softly: "Ayou, doing this can only humiliate him, it cannot repay him..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice of jade slowly coming: "Is this true?"

Le Wuyou was startled for a moment, then said dumbly, "Naturally."

The glazed platform used to display the auction items was far away from the guests, and the two spoke in a low voice, and people couldn't hear what they were saying for a while. Xie Qingwei was kneeling on the ground, but his thin back was straight, and he slowly raised his A pair of jade-colored fingers reached out to his collar...

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath, and a doubtful voice asked: "What is Daoist Xie doing? Why does it seem like you want to take off your clothes?"

"My God, what the hell is going on here?"

"Hey, don't talk about it, I really want to see it, just the way it looks in clothes is enough to be seductive..."

People's voices were unscrupulous, and they clearly reached the ears of everyone on the glazed platform. Xie Qingwei's cheeks flushed, but his eyes looked ahead indifferently, and there was a dead silence in his cold eyes.

He untied his collar indifferently, let the feathered crane cloak slide off slowly, revealing a pair of glaringly white shoulders...

Suddenly a figure flashed in front of him, as if a gust of wind was blowing quickly, and the clothes slipped off and were roughly pulled back on his body. Xie Qingwei raised his head in astonishment, and saw Le Wuyou's cold and stern eyes.

He said lightly: "I have followed your order to take off my clothes in public, I hope you will not break your promise."

"Naturally." Le Wuyou said through gritted teeth, flicked his sleeves, and heard a voiceless sound, the long sword flew out of his hand and fell firmly into the scabbard.

Xie Qingwei held the long sword, and smiled very lightly: "Thank you, Chengquan, I will use this sword to kill myself, so as to comfort the wind and the building full of heroic souls."

"Save your dog's life first, and I will wait for you at Tianque Mountain next year during the Qingming Festival." After Le Wuyou finished speaking, he strode down the Liuli Terrace and walked outside the door.

Zhong Yi shook his head and followed quickly.

The two walked out of Buming Xiandu, Zhong Yi's mind was spinning rapidly, he came up with a hundred ideas to make Wuyou happy, but he rejected them one by one, just kept his mouth shut, and followed behind him obediently.

After walking dozens of steps back and forth like this, Le Wuyou stopped abruptly, turned around to look at Zhong Yi, and frowned.

Zhong Yi immediately tilted his head, revealing a flattering smile.

"you……"

"I won't talk nonsense!" Zhong Yi said loudly, "Just follow behind you, you can treat me like a fart that can't be let out, just let me go silently."

"...What the hell!" Le Wuyou laughed angrily, reached out and pulled him to his side, hooking his fingers in his sleeves.

Zhong Yi smiled innocently.

The two held hands and walked slowly on the cold and windy street, Le Wuyou said softly: "I regret my behavior just now, you are right, it can only humiliate him, and cannot repay the blood debt of my fellow sect."

"You were confused for a while," Zhong Yi said, "Actually, think about it carefully, he Xie Qingwei is also a victim, isn't he, the responsibility of the evil sword master is to kill evil spirits and uphold justice, and the Tianxiameng told him that the wind is full of buildings. She harbored Su Yuhen, took refuge in the Demon Valley, and became an enemy of the martial arts, even though she and Chai Kaiyang had feelings for each other, but he needs to shoulder his own responsibilities."

"Since he and Kaiyang are in love with each other, he would rather believe An Guangsha's nonsense than his own lover," Le Wuyou gritted his teeth with hatred, and cursed viciously, "What a fucking fuck."

Zhong Yi choked, and said earnestly: "Ayou, brother Kaiyang can only scold these words. When you say it, it's a bit... well, my husband doesn't like to hear it."

Le Wuyou shot him a sideways glance, and said coolly: "Then keep it, and I will scold you in the future."

"Hey, if you scold me, you have to change it," Zhong Yi laughed, approached him with a playful smile, covered his mouth with one hand, and put his hand on his ear, "For example - what a fucking shame... ..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he retreated like lightning. Sure enough, Le Wuyou became furious, waved his palms, and slapped him on the head.

The winter festival is approaching, and there are many people on the street. The two of them practiced their peerless lightness skills, and chased them through the crowd, so fast that they seemed to have afterimages.

After chasing for half a stick of incense, Zhong Yi stopped, Le Wuyou slapped him on the back, and Zhong Yi yelled, "Oh, you murdered your husband!"

"To shut up!"

The two went to the pharmacy to grab the medicine according to the prescription, bought some incense candles and paper money on the street, and then slowly walked back to the inn.

After telling Le Qishu what happened just now, she listened calmly and blinked her eyes: "You said that kid Kaiyang had an affair with Xie Qingwei? Are they secretly married?"

"...Everyone is dead, why are you still bothering about this? What is a secret marriage? Those two are at best trying to make ends meet!" Le Wuyou gave her a white look.

"It turned out to be like this," Le Qishu murmured, "No wonder..."

Zhong Yi: "Did Auntie discover anything?"

Le Qishu suddenly changed the subject: "Have you never been to Tianque Mountain?"

"Ok?"

"There are two tombs on Tianque Mountain. One is the sword tomb that I built for your master when I sneaked into the Longmen Jiange and took out the Zhengyang Sword after I woke up. The other is Kaiyang's tomb."

"You stand?"

"No, when I erected the tomb for your master, the tomb was already very large. Apparently, someone has often visited the tomb in the past ten years. There is a stone tablet in front of the tomb, which is very interesting."

"Can tombstones still be interesting?"

"Heh," Le Qishu laughed, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said softly, "The tomb of my deceased husband Chai Kaiyang."

Le Wuyou trembled and exclaimed, "What?"

"I used to think that some affectionate confidante made it, but now it seems that Xie Qingwei is the most likely one." Le Qishu shook her head and sighed, "It's really unexpected."

Recalling the scenes in Buming Xiandu, Le Wuyou's heart ached, and he said bitterly: "In order to get the Dulu Sword, that idiot didn't hesitate to take off his clothes in front of so many people..."

Zhong Yi pondered for a moment, then said softly: "There is one thing that I can't figure out, Aunt Le, how many swords did you take when you sneaked into the Longmen Jiange?"

"Two, Zhaodan and Zhengyang," Le Qishu understood what he meant, "there was no sign of Dulu in the Jiange at that time."

"Someone took it?"

"Who could it be?" Zhong Yi pondered, "It shouldn't be Xie Qingwei, otherwise today's incident would not have happened. The Jiange of Longmen Gate is heavily guarded, and martial arts masters like you, Aunt Le, cannot sneak in. And this sword-stealer, both Take the risk of taking out Dulu, why let him live in Buming Xiandu?"

The three of them thought for a long time, but they couldn't come up with a reason. The door rang twice, and Jiubao came in with the decoction.

Zhong Yi suddenly rang out the paper money incense candles he had just bought, and said to Jiu Bao: "The winter festival is approaching, take advantage of the clear weather these few days, go pay homage to your loved ones, in case it snows in a few days , it should be delayed."