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

The three of them were led into the main courtyard by their disciples, and seeing that the entrance guards inside the Yueyang Sect were stricter than the previous few days, the atmosphere was quite tense.

The little disciple led them here and went in to call for them.

After only a moment, Zhao Jing came out first, shouting as he walked: "Brother Wen, Brother Zhou, Brother Bai!" His tone was very warm and familiar.

"Hero Zhao, Hero Shen, don't come here without any harm." Luan Kexing naturally clasped his fists in salute.

There is another man behind Zhao Jing, Shen Shen, the head of the Dagu Mountain School whom he met in Sanbai Villa.

Long before coming to the Yueyang faction, Bai Yi changed himself into an inconspicuous attire.Behind Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing,

Shen Shen saw these three people again, but they were not as enthusiastic as Zhao Jing.

"We were looking for you everywhere, but you came to the door by yourself?" The tone was very rude.

"Ah, what is Shen Daxia looking for us for?" Wen Kexing asked pretending to be puzzled.

"Stop pretending, something unexpected happened in Sanbai Villa, but what do you mean by leaving without saying goodbye?" Shen Shen's suspicion of the three of them was obvious.

Wen Kexing was not stage-frightened, and replied freely: "This is our rudeness. I just saw the accidents in Guimeng. It is obviously inconvenient to entertain foreigners, so I left first." Wen Kexing also specially emphasized: "I'm leaving. He left a note before, why did Hero Shen take offense?"

However, Shen Shen was dubious about his words.

"It's nice to say. On the night you left, my second brother's estate was stolen. What do you want to say?"

"There's nothing to say. Could it be that the Guizhuang was stolen, so it should be blamed on Wen?" Wen Kexing suppressed his warm smile and retorted rather displeased.

"Of course not, it's all a misunderstanding." Seeing that they were going to have a good time, Zhao Jing quickly smoothed things over.

"This is someone who has been kind to our Five Lakes League! How can we doubt and speculate casually?" Although Zhao Jing said this to Shen Shen, the middle-aged man who came out later listened seriously.

"Yes?" The person who came was older and had a rather serious demeanor. He presumably was the head of the Yueyang faction, known as the iron judge and the leader of the Five Lakes Alliance—Gao Chong.

Sure enough, Zhao Jing explained to the visitor how the three of them were kind to the Five Lakes League.

However, Zhou Zishu noticed that facing Gao Chong, both Wen Kexing and Bai Yi felt a little unnatural.

Wen Kexing's probing and questioning of Gao Chong is not like his usual style of dealing with people and things.

As for Bai Yi, he glanced sideways at Bai Yi's eyes staring at Gao Chong, icy cold, as impersonal as a sharp sword, but this was well covered up by him, only Zhou Zishu noticed it.

Zhou Zishu was concerned about the anomalies of the two, wondering whether the two had any connection with the Five Lakes League.Perhaps it is more accurate to say - it is grievances.

But this rather weird meeting was interrupted by a little disciple of Yueyang Sect in a panic.

The Five Lakes League is in trouble again.

The three of them followed Gao Chong and the others to see what happened again.

I don't know - dead.

The thief leader who stole Wen Kexing Liulijia died on the matter of Liulijia.

Zhou Zishu frowned and thought, this Liulijia is really a hot potato.

When Gao Chong used a magnet to suck out the fatal wound that Fang didn't know--the rain hit the plantain needle, Zhou Zishu understood, and secretly sighed that Han Ying's movements were so fast, and Lao Wen's glazed armor might have fallen on the skylight hands.

Although they didn't see Zhang Chengling who was hidden by the Yueyang faction during their trip, they could see that it was exciting and exciting, each with their own ghosts, and now that the music is over, they should leave the stage wisely.

That night.

Zhou Zishu stood by the window, and the white clothes stood half a step behind him.

"Why do you think Skylight got involved in Liulijia?" Zhou Zishu asked lightly.

"You're so smart, wouldn't you think of it? It's nothing more than King Jin wants an arsenal." Bai Yi crossed his arms and said necessitatingly.

"Is there any relationship... between you and the Five Lakes League?" Zhou Zishu turned around and asked a question that had been buried for a long time.

"...Why do you ask such a question?"

"I saw..." I saw it, you looked at Gao Chong, you saw the abnormality in your treatment of the people of the Five Lakes League, and also saw your unnaturalness and killing intent.

"Can I... tell you later? Because I haven't figured it out yet." Bai Yi didn't figure out many things.

"Okay." Zhou Zishu was not an inquisitive person either, seeing that Bai Yi kept his mouth shut, he didn't pester him any more.

"If you're worried about that little apprentice of yours, let me take a look for you?" Bai Yi changed the subject unnaturally.

"Don't talk nonsense, where did I get my apprentice from?" Zhou Zishu had guessed what was on his mind, and looked away guiltily.

"Okay, what you said is just fooling Wen Kexing, that may not be able to fool him." Seeing his duplicity, Bai Yi held back his smile.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the Yueyang faction to see that kid, so I can forgive you~" Looking at Zhou Zishu's eyes, this matter was decided.

At this time, there was a regular knock on the door.

Zhou Zishu opened the door upon hearing the sound, and the only one who could knock on his door at such a late hour was Wen Kexing.

Sure enough, Wen Kexing brought a waiter with a basket of good wine and food, and came to Zhou Zishu for an evening chat over wine.

"Old Bai, you are indeed here, so I don't need to look for you. Come, come, I ordered a table of good wine and food. Tonight, we won't go home until we're drunk." Wen Kexing said happily, Seeing that they were not in high spirits, he persuaded them.

"As the saying goes, there is wine today and drunk today. Life is only three meals and one night. If you can have a good meal with someone who is pleasing to your eyes, even if you have a big thing, you have to put it aside for the time being."

Zhou Zishu was a little interested: "Finally said something human."

"Come, sit down and eat while it's hot." Wen Kexing greeted them warmly.

The three were seated.

Bai Yi naturally poured a glass of wine for Zhou Zishu, and just as he was about to stop and put down the jug, Wen Kexing also extended the glass over.When he looked sideways, the boy squinted his eyes, smiled like a little fox, and shook the empty glass.

Bai Yi chuckled, and poured him a glass too, unexpectedly his full bottle of wine was in his hand in a blink of an eye.

"Old Bai, we have also been through life and death. We have known each other for so long, but we haven't been able to have a drink with you. Let's drink this one first." Wen Kexing filled his own wine glass, pretending to clink glasses with Bai Yi .

Bai Yi was a little dazed holding the wine glass, still hesitating, do you want to try it too?Otherwise, find an excuse to refuse.

He...has never drank.

Zhou Zishu probably guessed that Bai Yi didn't know how to drink. After all, he is a person who can be tricked when buying wine. He must not know much about the contents of this glass. He also wanted to let Bai Yi try the flavors of this wine before, but he never tried it. Finding a good opportunity, Wen Ke is now taking advantage of this move to let him, a sword spirit who has no desires and no desires, break a precept.

"Come on, Lao Bai, we have known each other for a long time, and I entrust you to take care of you in every possible way. I respect you with this glass." The words were deep and affectionate, but the smile and ridicule in the eyes of the person toasting the glass were clearly seen by Bai Yi. .

Bai Yi saw that the two of them were talking about this point, the hand holding the wine glass high did not intend to let him go, he couldn't take this glass of wine back no matter what.

Bai Yi picked up the wine glass with a hand that seemed to break the jar.The three people's wine glasses touched lightly in mid-air, and there was a crisp sound. The two sipped the wine in their glasses in a tacit understanding. Seeing the bold and unrestrained posture of the strong man in white, who looked at each other and smiled, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes. With good intentions.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the wine glass cracking, the white clothes slumped on the side of the table, and his head hit the corner of the table with some red marks, but he was already unconscious from drunk.

He in white turned out to be a pourer? !

Wen Zhou and the others really didn't expect it. They looked at each other and quickly got up, and hurriedly helped up the limp white clothes that were made into a pile of unknown personnel.

The joke was a bit too big, they half helped and half hugged the white clothes, and helped him to the bed in Zhou Zishu's room, so as to settle down.

Zhou Zishu turned around and looked at Wen Kexing with a bit of condemnation in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with his nonsense, but Wen Kexing shrugged his shoulders, which meant very clearly, you have a part too, we are each other.

Zhou Zishu also knew well that his complaint was somewhat vexatious, so he snorted softly.He looked back at the unconscious white clothes, his expression tinged with guilt.But Wen Kexing pulled him around.

"Let Lao Bai sleep here, let's continue to drink." This man drank one, and Wen Kexing didn't give up, wanting to stay with Zhou Zishu until he was drunk and never returned home.Looking at Zhou Zishu's white eyes, he pulled him back to the wine table.

In the process of pushing cups and changing cups, it was naturally another trial and heart-to-heart talk.

In the middle of the night, Wen Kexing had already left, and Zhou Zishu was sitting on the side of the low couch, doing his own exercises to resist the onset of Sanqiu nails. Without a pair of warm hands behind him, he felt a little uncomfortable.While adjusting his internal breath, Zhou Zishu thought to himself mockingly.

It's a scary thing to get used to seeing.

After Zhou Zishu finished his work, the night passed so peacefully. He got up and went to find another room to rest. When he passed by the bed, he found a slight movement inside.

"Kill...kill..." Bai Yi seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, his eyes rolled uneasily in his closed eyes, and his body twitched unconsciously.

Zhou Zishu sat by the couch, held Bai Yi's trembling arm, and called him softly: "Old Bai? Old Bai... Wake up, it's all a dream."

Bai Yi woke up with a start, and suddenly sat up straight, his eyes widened in a daze, the eyes were slack, and there was a trace of blood in them.

"Old White..."

Zhou Zishu's whispering voice brought Bai Yi back to his sanity. He covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. He never dreamed, but this time he dreamed of the most difficult thing in his life to let go.

In just a few breaths, the white clothes tidied up the sudden turbulent waves, put down his hands, and his eyes regained the calmness of the past.

"Old Bai, what did you dream about? Who are you going to kill?" Zhou Zishu asked worriedly, having never seen Bai Yi like this before.

Bai Yi kept silent, and only said: "I'm fine, it's just a nightmare, don't worry."

How could Zhou Zishu not be worried?Seeing that he was still asking, Bai Yi looked at the night, interrupted him and asked, "It's midnight, your injury?" As he spoke, he was about to pull Zhou Zishu's wrist to check his pulse, but he slapped him. caress.

"Old Bai, is there anything you can't tell me?" Zhou Zishu's eyes were too sincere, so earnest that Bai Yi looked away from his staring eyes at a loss, and said, "I... what can I do, Don't worry about it."

"...Okay, okay," Zhou Zishu took a deep breath, stood up straight, and said in a muffled voice: "Then you should rest first." After speaking, he left in a hurry.

Bai Yi watched his back disappear at the door, closed his eyes, and fell into his own memories.

What can he do?What can he do?He's so useless...can't do anything right? ?Nothing has been done, nothing can catch up, nothing can be redeemed...

The cold moonlight quietly climbed onto the bed, the white clothes clenched the quilt under him tightly, immersed in the mire of memory, even the moonlight cast a trace of solitude and desolation on him.

The author has something to say:

Lao Bai is a spirit who pours a cup, and Lao Bai is also a spirit with a lot of stories. Most of Lao Bai's stories are out of date, and the past about Lao Bai will be explained slowly in the future

(Because I will have a lot of things in the 3000D after May [-]st, it is difficult to guarantee two updates a day, one update is [-]+, so I have to return to one update a day, I hope everyone can understand, although one update is a day, but I guarantee daily updates! Love you guys! Wuhu!)