dry snow

Don't lie to you again.A word of advice, don't hinder me. "

Shen Xiaoqing sternly said: "Wan Fang, although it is inevitable that there will be quarrels between the same sect, you need to explain a few words, but what do these words mean?"

Wan Fang didn't look at her, and said flatly, "I don't kill women."

No matter how hard Shen Xiaoqing could bear it, he said angrily: "What kind of person do you take yourself for!" With a loud scold, the soft whip in his waist was already shaking straight in his hand, and stabbed towards Wan Fang's chest.

The whip body infused with inner strength is like a sharp rapier, and Chu Changliao's hand is faster than the rapier.

As the head of the Qibing Sect, he not only knows everything about knives, guns and sticks, but also is quite proficient in weapons that are slightly off the beaten track, such as the Qiankun Circle, Judge's Pen, Flying Claw, and Fen Shui Spike.Even his most proud disciple didn't know what weapon his master was best at.

But at the moment he has no weapons in his hands.What he trusts and relies on the most is actually a pair of fleshy palms.

With two palms and a whip, all Wan Fang's retreat has been sealed.

Zhu Haoming didn't make a move.He is still hesitating.

He just felt that the matter was suspicious, and it was far from the point of making a move.Among the Kongtong sect masters, Xu Zhongsheng, the Drunken sect, had the best relationship with Wan Fang, even if he said he was the best, he was only able to say a few words; When Chuchang Liao La came, he didn't take seriously the rhetoric of his confidant's serious troubles.So he carefully chose to sit on the sidelines, thinking about preventing all possible serious consequences.

He hesitated only for a brief moment.It was the moment he regretted the most in his life.

He didn't even have the chance to rewrite this word.

Behind Chu Changliao and Shen Xiaoqing's fallen bodies, he saw the sword in Wan Fang's hand.The blade of the sword was black and dirty, lifeless in the clear night, like a piece of ebony that had been aged for a long time.He never even knew that the head of the Death Sect could use a sword.

"Sorry." Wan Fang said.

Those were the last two words he heard.

Yan Qianyou's heart was beating rapidly.He raised his eyes to the night sky above the mountain top.

Such a clear sky, so many stars that seem to be reachable, the brothers who were on duty at night in front of Zixiao Palace were also very happy. Although they didn't drink alcohol, they couldn't help but feel a little stupefied when they talked. They talked and laughed loudly. It seems that even if a fairy suddenly appears at this time and imparts their unprecedented alchemy, it is not surprising at all.

But his heart was beating so fast, and he didn't participate in the discussion of the crowd, but just stared at the direction of the mountain road leading to Zixiao Palace.He is always a little blank like this, so no one pays attention to him.

Wan Fang appeared in that direction.He walked over unhurriedly, and all the disciples gathered to salute him one after another, the older disciple said: "What is the matter of Sect Master Wan here?"

Wan Fang said: "I lost an important thing, I can't find it anywhere, maybe it was left in the hall, I want to go in and have a look."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, before Fei Yu retreated, he specially instructed that until he left the retreat, no one else should approach Zixiao Palace.But the leader of this faction, it is hard to say that he is just a random person.One of the disciples said thoughtfully: "It shouldn't be a problem, we just go in with the head."

Wan Fang nodded and said, "Alright." He was about to enter.Yan Qianyou suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Wan Fang slowly looked back at him.His eyes were not completely exposed from the mask, but Yan Qianyou flinched as if he had been stabbed by a needle.

However, it is only once.He took a deep breath and said as naturally as possible: "Why did Senior Brother Wan bring a sword today?"

Before that, Yan Qianyou didn't smell the smell of blood.

And when the bloody smell appeared later, it didn't attract his attention.The wound left by the sword on the corpse was very small, and the blood barely flowed out.What attracted his full attention was the sound of music coming from nowhere.

This wonderful music trembled in his ears, making people have a dreamlike feeling of dying without regret.

Even though he is so beautiful, Yan Qianyou is still very sure that he doesn't want to die.He subconsciously raised the wooden sword in his hand, only to hear a click, and the wooden sword snapped.Yan Qianyou took advantage of the situation to step back, turned around and rushed into the hall.

The music still lingered in his ears like a ghost.He didn't even have time to feel afraid, nor did he have time to think about what kind of sword this was, what kind of person this was.

He doesn't need to know anything else.He has fully understood.He rushed to the sword hanging on the wall.He only needs a sword now, as long as he has a sword, he still has a chance to fight!

There was darkness in Zixiao Palace, except for the unfamiliar moonlight that penetrated through the half-opened door.

Yan Qianyou only had time to hold the hilt of the sword, even the sheath blocked it, and pulled out the sword with his right hand, the sonorous dragon chant made his eardrums tremble.

But he has been thinking about it for days.He thought about how he would look when he shot countless times.His hands couldn't keep up with his eyes, which could barely see now in the new darkness.But he knows what to do.What he was dealing with didn't seem to be the deadly master named Wan Fang in front of him, but a vague figure in his mind.

He blocked three strikes and made three strikes, which was already his limit.When the last sword was thrust out, a sharp bell sounded suddenly from outside the hall.

The continuous sound of the bell resounded throughout Kongtong in an instant.Both stopped.Only now did Yan Qianyou feel his palms sweating crazily, and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Wan Fang said, "Give me the sword."

Yan Qianyou said: "You can't leave."

Wan Fang said: "Give me the sword. Your life is worth more than this sword."

The two looked at each other.Yan Qianyou couldn't see his expression at all.Chaotic and chaotic voices gradually arose from all over Kongtong, and they were all rushing towards here.

Yan Qianyou stretched out his hand.He should probably protect the sword with his life.He is very familiar with this sword; he knows that this sword is called Zhongshu, and it has been hung on the wall of Zixiao Palace since he was a child.The sword is two feet and seven minutes long, and the scabbard is engraved with simple dragon patterns.He still vaguely knew in his heart that if it wasn't for this sword, it wouldn't matter if he used a tree branch on weekdays.

But he passed the sword over, to the murderer who had just killed his brother from the same sect.He just said: "Senior brother Wan, it seems that it is very difficult to close the gate of the master."

Wan Fang said: "Dogs and horses also know how to form grass to hold rings, but in this life, I am just an evil ghost."

He bowed slightly and bowed in the direction of Qiankun Palace; that was where Fei Xiaozi retreated.Immediately, with a movement of his body, he disappeared above the hall in an instant.

Zhang Jiuliu

The hooves of the horses were chaotic and the sound of the cars was loud.The escort team of Xinyuan Escort entered the city scattered before sunset.

After stepping on the flat streets of Nanzheng, the bodyguards couldn't help showing a gratified expression on their weather-beaten faces.They were in fear along the way, and almost everyone seldom closed their eyes.Now this dart trip has finally come to an end without any danger. Tonight, I can take a long-lost hot bath, sleep on a warm bed, and then go briskly on the journey back to my hometown.

Rowan was the same as at the beginning, walking silently at the end.Naturally, his body was also stained with traces of travel and dust, but his expression did not show a trace of burnout.

The escort team turned the corner, and they could already see the vermilion gate ahead.Shentu stopped, turned around and strode towards the end of the line.

He looked at Luo Wan, and only said four words, "There will be a period later!"

Luo Wan looked at the man's haggard and resolute face.

He suddenly said: "Emperor Heaven will not bear the painstaking efforts of Chief Shen."

Shentu just laughed out of his nasal cavity.

"Thank you for your good words." He didn't hesitate in front of so many bodyguards. "But if the Xinyuan Escort Agency is to return to its former glory, it will really be an eye-opener."

Luo Wan watched a group of people enter the mansion one by one.The vermilion door closed slowly, and the echo dragged for a long time in the deserted streets and alleys.

Things are done.But he didn't leave, he was still standing.

"Is this what you want to show me?" he thought.

He felt that Ying Tianchang was simply sick.

It's not that he hasn't tasted it; but the situation is quite different.It stands to reason that the word intercede misleads people deeply, since it meets the upper eye, it is insane, and there is nothing wrong with it.But from the very beginning, he often felt that Ying Tianchang was too difficult to describe.

Then the self who can't explain it to this person who can't explain it in words, wouldn't it be even more inexplicable.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but relaxed his body, leaned against the wall, folded his hands in front of his chest, closed his eyes and took a rest for a while.The eaves tiles were eroded by the remaining snow until they were wet and black, and one or two drops of snow fell on his shoulders.

An hour passed, and the sky darkened.There was no sign of anyone entering or leaving the mansion.

Luo Wan suddenly opened his eyes, and walked towards the door with mottled red paint, first he raised his hand to knock on the door knocker, but found that the door was ajar; it was tightly closed, but it was not locked.

Rowan's hand paused, and then pushed the door open with some force.

The courtyard is huge and covered with flying tiles, showing that it used to be a wealthy family, but now it only has a desolate and dilapidated appearance.The ground is covered with moss and barren, showing that no one has cleaned it for a long time.

The four escort carts had disappeared.There was no sound at all.It was as if there were dozens of bodyguards in the bodyguard car, and after entering the mansion, they suddenly disappeared out of thin air.Or maybe they never entered the house at all.

The door like a black hole in the hall suddenly opened, and a stooped old servant with a lantern came out from it, walking towards him tremblingly.

"My son is..."

Luo Wan said: "I want to see your master."

The old servant said: "The young master has been ill for a long time and cannot see the guests. Please come back."

He didn't send people out, he turned around and returned with the lantern in his hand.Rowan suddenly spoke behind his back.

"The Knife of Defeat."

The old servant paused, but did not stop.Rowan followed without saying a word.

There were only two lights burning in the hall, they were on and off, and it was so dark that it was dizzy, even if you couldn't see clearly, you could tell that the tables and chairs were all dusty.