The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

Wen Kexing simply sat down next to Zhang Chengling, looked at the white clothes, and read aloud: "The clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and the beard changes like a dog. From ancient times to the present, everything in life is one time." I don't know if his poem is a metaphor.Time flies by like a shuttle, still a metaphor for white clothes.

He continued as if telling a story: "It is rumored that in the past, the magician Rong Changqing created three peerless magic weapons in his life, one is the wilderness, the other is the dragon back, and the last closed-door work is called--White clothes .”

Wen Kexing glanced pointedly at Zhou Zishu's sword pinned to his waist, then at the white clothes sitting upright, and continued unhurriedly: "Famous swords have spirits, and they once shook the world. In the past, Qin Huaizhang, the last owner of Four Seasons Villa, galloped across the rivers and lakes with a sword in white clothes, and after the Four Seasons Villa disappeared, the famous sword disappeared.”

He turned to Bai Yi, and asked meaningfully: "Brother Bai, that sword is called Bai Yi, and you are also called Bai Yi, do you think it's a coincidence?"

Bai Yi was not afraid of his temptation, and said frankly: "Things with the same name often happen in the world, it's just a coincidence."

"Is it just a coincidence?" He turned to Zhou Zishu again: "Ah Xu, I saw that your saber is very similar to the white sword, and I wanted to use the hands of those stinky beggars from the beggar gang to lure you to make sure. But I never thought that you would rather be trapped in a tight siege than draw your sword to meet the enemy, and Brother Bai travels the rivers and lakes without even a good weapon... If you don’t want to kill those stinky beggars, then you just have to There are two possibilities left."

Wen Kexing approached Zhou Zishu, and said meaningfully: "First, this sword is not you." Seeing Zhou Zishu's unfriendly expression, he changed his words with a chuckle: "Of course, we, Xu, are naturally not that treacherous villain who snatches treasures. Then there is only another explanation." He looked at Zhou Zishu fixedly, not missing the slightest change in his expression.Seriously asked: "For what reason did you dare not reveal your whereabouts?"

Bai Yi folded his arms and looked at Wen Kexing, thinking, where did this kid come from?He is very thoughtful at a young age, and his eyes are even more vicious, as if nothing can fool him.

Zhou Zishu took a deep breath, looked at Wen Kexing, and said with a half smile, "Mr. Wen, our relationship is like this fish." He glanced at the grilled fish thrown by the fire. "Do you know why?"

"...unfamiliar."

Zhou Zishu straightened up and looked at Wen Kexing seriously, and said, "From the time we met until now, who am I? Where do I come from? Where are I going? I don't even know myself. Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?" Go? I'm not interested either."

"I've seen you reach out to help many times, and I respect you a lot. If you want to see the sword in white, you don't have to waste so much talking." Wen Kexing understood the warning in Zhou Zishu's words, and then Put away the attitude of interrogation and scrutiny.

"Don't be upset, Axu, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have deliberately tried to provoke Axu, so you can forgive Xiaoke for what happened. I won't do it next time." Wen Kexing softened his tone, rather Some innocent and pitiful sincerely admit their mistakes.

That appearance, that expression, that attitude are so pitiful that Zhou Zishu really can't bear to say anything more about him.

Bai Yi was watching the two of them come and go, testing each other, and it was quite interesting to see Zhou Zishu rarely meet his opponent.Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, and his face turned cold.

"careful!"

The all-pervasive sound of the piano gnawed at everyone's minds like maggots attached to the bones. The inexperienced juniors like Zhang Chengling and Gu Xiang were overwhelmed and dizzy at the first hearing, as if someone was holding a copper hammer and iron axe. There was beating and beating in his head, and the unspeakable pain caused Zhang Chengling to fall to the ground and roll.

Seeing that Zhang Chengling couldn't hold it anymore, Bai Yi rushed towards the direction of the sound wave like an arrow from the string, wanting to kill the sneak attacker.

The rest of the people couldn't just sit still, Zhou Zishu directly picked up the jade flute that Wen Kexing put on the ground, and used his internal strength to play chaotic tones, colliding with the sound of the piano.

Wen Kexing pulled Gu Xiang and Zhang Chengling by the collar, so as not to let them be pushed into the river by Qin Zuo, and to protect the two of them from the attack of the sound wave with internal strength.

The two sound waves collided and rubbed invisibly, bringing up a gust of wind, and where the wind vent passed, all the vegetation was cut off by the waist.

If he exerted his internal strength, Zhou Zishu would be superior to the sneak attacker. After only two or three breaths of effort, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, presumably due to a backlash.

The white clothes followed the sound waves and chased forward, only to see a man holding a pipa who was seriously injured by the shock, leaned over, spat blood, and fled in a hurry. .

He didn't act rashly, concealed his figure, and followed him secretly, wanting to see who sent this person?

Zhou Zishu had a head-on confrontation with that man. Although he was superior in skills, he was injured a little and coughed lightly twice.

Wen Kexing took two steps forward worryingly, seeing that he was fine, he felt relieved, and told the name of the person who made the sneak attack.

"Mei Qu Qin Song? One of the Four Great Assassins, it's a great skill for someone to invite such an evildoer." Wen Kexing sighed.

Zhou Zishu looked straight at the direction where Bai Yi was leaving, and said casually, "Whoever he is, it's enough for him to suffer the backlash." Even if he wasn't blown to death by his sound waves, he would be sent to the west by Bai Yi.

Wen Kexing looked at him with even more interest, "Axu, I found that you are really getting more and more angry with me." As he spoke, he moved closer.

Zhou Zishu dodged to the side, wiped the jade flute on his hand with his sleeve and handed it back to Wen Kexing, saying insincerely, "Sorry, I dirty your flute, find a new one another day. I will pay you back."

"It doesn't matter," Wen Kexing took it, and said with a smile: "It's just that your martial arts are so high, Axu, but you don't have all the five notes. I'll teach you when I'm free."

"No need." Zhou Zishu gave him a blank look, then turned to see how Zhang Chengling was doing.

This time, Zhang Chengling was in a daze, his head was swollen, his stomach was empty, but he was extremely sick, he spat out sour water with a sound of wow, he was extremely embarrassed.

Wen Kexing took him to the stream to wash his face, made him sober and helped him back to sit by the campfire.

Zhang Chengling said hoarsely to Zhou Zishu, "Uncle Zhou, I feel so uncomfortable."

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Bai Yi: clutching his little vest tightly, shivering.