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

"My villa master's brothers are spread all over the world, and the eldest and second young masters are also good at making friends with knights. Although our villa is small, there are many martial artists, all of whom are heroic. Now the third young master also..."

Zhou Zishu took a step back and watched the young man introduce Jinghu Villa to the white clothes. He was very attentive and thoughtful, but he didn't like to look at him.

Walking around the arched door with hanging flowers, I saw two people discussing something in the main hall.One grown up and one young, Yue Mo is father and son.

Sure enough, the young man introduced: "That is our owner, and next to us is our eldest young master. The owner and young master are still discussing matters. The younger one will take the two of you to the guest room to settle down first."

The four looked at each other and looked at each other from a distance.Zhou Zishu and Bai Yi nodded as a greeting, and followed the boy to the guest room.

The white clothes had excellent hearing, and the voice of the father and son talking could be heard in the wind, and raised his eyebrows. Seeing his expression, Zhou Zishu knew that this person had heard something interesting again, so he turned his head to look at him.

Bai Yi raised his eyebrows to indicate to talk about it later.

I don't know if Mr. Zhang San has a big face, or if he is in white clothes, the young man is very attentive to them, entertaining them with good wine and good food.

It was getting late, full of wine and food, after a rest, the two sat facing each other, chatting with each other.

"What did you hear just now? Tell me quickly." Zhou Zishu asked with interest.

Bai Yi poured him a glass of wine and said, "It's a strange nursery rhyme."

"What?" Zhou Zishu took the wine glass and took a sip.

"Colorful clouds are scattered, glass is broken, who is sad for the Qingya mountain ghost?" Bai Yi frowned, as if echoing the nursery rhyme he heard during the day, but he didn't understand what it meant.

Zhou Zishu paused while holding the wine glass: "It's Qingya Mountain again, and it belongs to the Five Lakes League. I'm afraid the rivers and lakes are going to be messed up."

"How?" Bai Yi asked.

"The situation is unclear now, so it's hard to tell. I'll tell you when I'm in a better mood," Zhou Zishu said slyly. Bai Yi wanted to know but didn't tell him. Zhou Zishu was very happy with his deflated appearance.

Bai Yi smiled helplessly, seeing through his small thoughts.Lightly reprimanded: "Aren't you naive?"

The two were chatting and laughing, the night was getting darker, the white clothes glanced at it, and then got up and walked around behind Zhou Zishu, and sat down cross-legged to heal his wounds,

The child's hour is approaching, and Sanqiu Ding is about to die.

During the three months together, Zhou Zishu was not used to it at the beginning and wanted to refuse, but now he has become accustomed to it.Following the zhenqi of the person behind him, he sat cross-legged, using his internal strength to resist the injury from Sanqiu Nail.

The thick and dense zhenqi carefully adjusted Zhou Zishu's seven meridians and eight meridians, just like every night in March, and every night when a three-autumn nail was nailed.

At the very beginning, Zhou Zishu asked, knowing that his meridians were gradually withering and his life was not long, why did he spend so much effort on cultivation to warm up his internal injuries.

The white clothes avoid the serious and take the light, and they only replied lightly, every day of recuperation is a day, and every point less pain is one point, so someone is rushing to make a fuss?Why are there so many?

Also, why are there so many in this world?

But today is very different from the past, before half of the breath adjustment, the clanging of swords and soldiers outside, and the sound of people shouting startled the two of them.

Bai Yi withdrew his true energy first, patted Zhou Zishu on the shoulder and said, "You adjust your breath first, I'll go out and have a look." After speaking, he turned and opened the door to leave.

Zhou Zishu still cared about his injuries, the flames outside the house were soaring into the sky, and the screams of killing were getting closer and closer.

He walked out of the room quickly and jumped onto the wall in a few steps.As far as the eye could see, there were many dead bodies lying on the ground.Most of them are dressed in the clothes of servants, and their death conditions are miserable. The Jinghu Villa with green tiles and overhanging eaves in the daytime is now like a purgatory on earth.

Zhou Zishu frowned. He didn't expect the Jinghu Sword Sect to be picked so much. Which faction did it, and why?He looked left and right, and saw a white shadow chasing someone over the wall, and flew to the outside of the villa, and he followed with a few steps.

When he caught up, he saw white clothes fighting with several red-clothed ghost-masked men, and behind him was a young boy holding an old man.

The white clothes swept up the yellow and white paper money scattered on the ground, and with the true energy in his palm, he swirled and attacked the enemy's neck with the paper money, and reaped the lives of those ghost-faced men in an instant. his inspiration.It works really well.

Those people fell to the ground in response, dying of breath. Zhou Zishu also arrived, drew out the sword from his waist and pointed it directly behind the white clothes.

Following the direction his sword pointed, the white clothes turned around. The person he was talking about just now was sitting on the wall smiling and looking at the mess...

really... absolutely

Seeing that person sitting firmly on the wall as if watching a play, but with no malicious intentions, the two of them didn't stop there, and stepped forward to help him up.

The young and old being hunted down by the ghost-masked men looked familiar to each other.One is the third son of the Zhang family who met on the street and brought them here.The other is that strange old boatman.

This matter... is getting more and more complicated and treacherous.

The author has something to say:

The full text adheres to the purpose of pampering Axu, loving Axu, serving Axu wholeheartedly, and striving to create an all-round nanny-style rivers and lakes travel experience without dead ends, so Axu's injury is not as tortured as in the original drama.In my heart, I really hope that Ah Xu will not be so painful.