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Shen Wenlan sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the end of the bed without saying a word, without closing his eyes to rest his mind, staring at Ji Weike for half an hour.

The incense didn't know what kind of magical medicine was mixed in, Su Huai had never seen Ji Weike sleep so dead.Regardless of whether the tranquilizing incense is useful to Su Huai or not, seeing that it's time for a child, even if Shen Wenlan sits there and Su Huai is out of breath, it can't stop his eyelids from eagerly embracing each other.

Su Huai was so sleepy that she couldn't help but finally said: "Aren't you going to sleep..."

"Sleep, we three will see you tomorrow in the Underworld." Seeing that he was so sleepy that he could go to play chess with Zhou Gong as soon as he closed his eyes, Shen Wenlan still insisted on talking to him, and couldn't help being a little funny, "Go to sleep, I I won't chop you up."

Su Huai was so sleepy that she lost her ability to think, and no matter what the words meant, she was about to play chess with Duke Zhou as soon as she closed her eyes.

As soon as he fell asleep, Shen Wenlan heard the sound of a bird being pecked at the window. He was overjoyed, and quickly got up quietly to open the window.

He saw a huge piece of letter paper tied to the foot of the black letter crow, which was as big as half the letter crow——the letter crow was looking at him with resentment.

Shen Wenlan: "..."

Shen Wenlan has long been used to it, and she still couldn't hold back a few curses—Lin Wenli, can you make a long story short, there are a few crows that drag you to death with your way of replying letters that is more annoying than an old lady?Why do you talk so much all day long?I'll sew it on for you another day.

Just as he was thinking, someone knocked twice on the window frame above his head.

Shen Wenlan looked up and saw that Zhuang Weiliao was lying on the roof, looking down at him with the same resentment on his face as the letter crow.His hair was loose, and as soon as Shen Wenlan raised her head, she came into close contact with his loose hair, and even bumped into his face that could be called pale under the moonlight—this scene was really real. It's appalling.

Shen Wenlan resisted the urge to punch him back to the gate: "...Come in, scare someone at night, I'll beat you up another day."

Zhuang Weiliao: "...We haven't seen each other for so long, and when we met, we said we were going to hit someone. Master, I don't have a wife like you."

Shen Wenlan: "Why do you talk so much nonsense all day long, why don't you come in and freeze outside."

"I'll go in, I'll go in."

Zhuang Weiliao said that he came in from the roof with a good manner, with two swords on his back.He handed one of them to Shen Wenlan and said, "Ningfeng."

Of course Shen Wenlan recognized that it was Ningfeng, and the Ningfeng sword was almost inseparable from him, he had to hold it when he slept and carried it on his back when he went out, unless there were special circumstances—for example, he had to disguise himself as Jiang Yi'an and sneak into Ji Weike's side .

Shen Wenlan took Ning Feng and drew the sword out of the scabbard—the body of Ning Feng's sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was as strong as gold and invincible.It shone coldly under the moonlight, reflecting his face.

Zhuang Weiliao was idle, so he slammed the gun again: "Speaking of Master, Junior Brother Ji didn't see through your shabby acting skills?"

Shen Wenlan: "...No."

Zhuang Weiliao tilted his head, and he didn't feel that he had stepped on a minefield. Instead, he spread his wings directly on the edge of the minefield, as if he was going to dance here: "It shouldn't be, even if you can't see it, what you said Get used to him and he should always be clear about it, Junior Brother Ji can't do it. Master, you have to be careful with what you say, don't say you want to beat someone when you disagree..."

Shen Wenlan put the sword back into the scabbard, and stabbed Zhuang Weiliao in the stomach with the scabbard without saying a word.

Zhuang Weiliao's words faltered in an instant and stopped abruptly, and even let out a pig cry.

Shen Wenlan frowned: "You want to go back and be spanked by me?"

"...No, I was wrong, sorry."

Shen Wenlan retracted Ningfeng and hugged her in her arms.Zhuang Weiliao let him get used to it, it didn't hurt at all, he rubbed his stomach and reminded: "You also remember not to let Junior Brother Ji touch Ningfeng... This thing of yours, anyone who touches it will know it is Ningfeng."

Shen Wenlan responded.Ningfeng is made of cold iron from Tianshan Mountain. The blade is extremely cold and has special lines. His disciples all know it, and they have pestered him to touch it before. They can't understand the special lines.

This sword was also given by the former master, and the scabbard was engraved with the word "Lan". Even if Ji Weike was blind, he would instantly know that it was Ningfeng when he touched it.

"Just know."

After Zhuang Weiliao finished speaking, he ran over to the bed a few steps, and poked his head curiously: "Let me see my precious junior brother!"

Shen Wenlan: "...Go back after reading it, people are almost coming."

"It's so fast." Zhuang Weiliao said perfunctorily, not taking it to heart at all.He reached out to touch Ji Weike's face, and took out a red rope from his neck. Seeing that there was a stone hanging from the red rope, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Fuck, it's really junior brother! He's alive!"

Shen Wenlan: "...you're just dead, get out of here, or I'll cut you out if you don't."

Zhuang Weiliao didn't care about him, he knew that this old thing was fierce with a mouth, at most he beat his stomach with a scabbard, and he had never been hacked, so he also took out this red root from his neck. The rope came, and there was a stone hanging from the red rope: "You must not remember, this is when we first started, you bought a stone for a person, and you carved our name yourself—seriously, really ugly."

Shen Wenlan still wanted to punch him back to the gate: "...I think it's ugly and throw it away."

"Everyone said to throw it away, but no one threw it away." Zhuang Weiliao sighed pretendingly, and said, "Master, we really love you."

Shen Wenlan remained unmoved, still with an unchanged iceberg face, two blushes floated on his cheeks that were somewhat incompatible with his calm expression, he forcefully pointed to the window: "Go back."

Zhuang Wei Liao, like a fox, saw at a glance what this old man was trying to cover up, and shook him out mercilessly: "You are blushing, your career in acting is long, Master, come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly took advantage of Shen Wenlan's time to react and spanked him, patted Ji Weike's face, said that brother loves you too, and rushed out of the window.

Shen Wenlan silently remembered the grudge, and before turning her head, Zhuang Weiliao poked his head out from the roof again.

"Master, to be honest." He said seriously, "He didn't throw it away—I mean, he must hate you so much that he didn't throw it away."

Shen Wenlan was thinking about this matter, and he picked it out again for a while, the iceberg on his face seemed to be about to collapse.

Zhuang Weiliao had already cultivated the magic skill of knowing what he was thinking just by looking at his iceberg face, so he said to himself, "Master, you have to take your time."

"……I know."

"Just know, bye, see you at the mountain gate."

After Zhuang Weiliao finished speaking, he raised his head, only to hear a gust of wind above his head, and he left with that gust of wind.

As soon as Zhuang Weiliao left, Shen Wenlan heard footsteps gradually approaching the inn.There were not a few of them, he frowned and looked back at Ji Weike.Go over and stuff the red string into his clothes for him, turn around and jump through the window.

The inn was located at the entrance of an empty village. Shen Wenlan hugged Ningfeng and paced back and forth at the entrance of the inn for 5 minutes.

At night, the wind was bleak, and when he paced, he could hear the dead leaves screaming under his feet.Shen Wenlan froze for half an hour in the late autumn, and finally reached the limit, clicked his tongue, and raised his voice in an open place where no one could be seen.

"If you want Jiang Yi'an and Ji Weike to win the title, just come and fight! You are all martial arts practitioners, fear that I will fail as a swordsman!"

No one responded, only a gust of wind rolled up the dead leaves and rattled on the ground.

Shen Wenlan cursed a swear word in his heart rarely—fuck, don't come out yet.What's wrong, I saw you lying on the tree - and the one over there, with half of his butt exposed, and he thought he hid it well. Now young people are too floating, a bunch of little bastards.

With veins popping out of the corners of his eyes, he had no choice but to change his way. He said with dirty words, which is rare in a hundred years: "So many people dare not fight with me. I think they must be a bunch of useless things. They are dignified and powerful. The young master who has no power to restrain a chicken, actually hides it?"

The more he spoke, the more vigorously he spoke. Usually, due to being the head of the sect, there were many words that he couldn't get out of the mouth. Now that he was wearing a mask, he simply let go of himself, and he opened his mouth sentence by sentence: "A group of trash, no one dare Hit, it's more realistic for Bei Yi to raise you than to raise a bunch of dogs!"

There was still no movement, only Xiao Se Qingfeng applauded him.

Shen Wenlan couldn't help boasting sincerely: "...Your concentration is really good."

He calmed down and thought for a while, and he had a countermeasure in his mind.Instead, he sneered secretly at Kong Kong in front of him, and slammed the Beiyi minefield with his mouth: "It's useless to have a good concentration. With such a little courage, I guess it's not as big as a sparrow. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, I guess Liu Guiwang is too." I'm a coward, timid, useless..."

"What did you say!?"

You're finally out, my mother.

Shen Wenlan secretly sighed that it was not easy.No disciple of any sect could hear outsiders say that the head of the sect is not good enough. When he was in the middle of the family, if someone said something about Shen Wenlan's trash, he would definitely see blood on the spot.It is not an exaggeration to say that the head of the sect is the belief of a sect.

As soon as Liu Guiwang was mentioned, as expected, a group of people rushed out from the darkness.

One person rushed to speak out before the anger of the crowd overwhelmed Shen Wenlan, and thought he was humane and gave him a choice: "If you take back the insult to the owner, we will only take the heads of Jiang Yi'an and Ji Weike."

"No." Shen Wenlan wanted to laugh when he heard the words, he raised his head without any fear, and pulled out Ningfeng, with a cold light in his eyes, he said slowly.

"He's a piece of shit."

Su Huai always got up early.On weekdays, he would go up the mountain to collect herbs before the medicine shop opened, so he would get up when the sky turned pale.

However, this time was different. Before he opened his eyes, he heard screams in his ears.

Suddenly, what Shen Wenlan said before going to sleep sounded next to his ears - "I'll see you three in the underworld tomorrow after sleeping."

Su Huai lost all sleepiness in an instant, a carp jumped up, the whole room was clean, no Shen Wenlan was seen.There was a loud cry of killing in his ears, and he quickly turned his head to look out the window.

There were hundreds of corpses scattered all over the place.

Shen Wenlan was in the middle of the battle, holding a sword flower in one hand.

The point of the sword is the direction of the kill.

Su Huai blinked, without much fear.