big brother wait for me

?The night of the dog weather is as hot as ever, making people irritable. The branches and willows on the street are slightly drooping, brushing over the heads of passers-by, and the cicadas are crying one after another. Past.

This is one of the best taverns in Xianyang City, a big restaurant that is very rare in terms of appearance and ostentation. The most important thing is that there are often some impromptu shows here, such as singing ditties or storytelling, which are very exciting, so it is often full of guests and applauds One sound.

Today's storyteller is a young man dressed casually, about 20 years old, his skin is a little dark due to the sun exposure all the year round, but his body is quite strong. He exudes supercilious pride all over his body. The corners of the eyebrows are deep and sharp, with the unstoppable aura unique to teenagers.His face was a little flushed from alcohol, he held the scattered chicken skeleton in his left hand, and coughed lightly with his right hand, covering his mouth with a fist, and said, "Of course the emperor will continue to be his emperor."

"Pa——" The sound of the wine glass falling was clear and piercing, and a young man in noble clothes stood up abruptly. The fifteen or sixteen-year-old child retorted loudly in a slightly hoarse voice: "Qin Huang ruled the six kingdoms, and he gave This world is stable, thousands of people should prostrate at their feet, killing a traitor who assassinated the emperor is nothing, this Jing Ke, damn it!!"

The storyteller frowned when he heard this, and looked at the young man's resolute face and couldn't help sighing: "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to have such a vicious heart at such a young age. It must be that your father has neglected to teach you, and didn't teach you any way of self-cultivation."

"You... are big! Brave!" The young man wanted to rush forward as he said that, but was held back by the old man standing beside him.While shaking his head to signal him not to be impulsive, the old man straightened his white beard and looked at the still arrogant storyteller.

This old man was probably over seventy years old, and he was full of energy in a crimson Chinese dress.The sharp gazes of each other met in the air, and countless swords and swords seemed to be collided with each other invisibly, and the cold air dyed the entire lobby of the restaurant. The shopkeeper of the restaurant was shocked, please don't cause trouble for me in this place.The surroundings are surprisingly quiet, and people's deep and shallow breathing caused by nervousness is heard one after another. Everyone is waiting to see what will happen next in this invisible battlefield at a critical moment?

There was a strange atmosphere around, but the storyteller suddenly laughed twice, and habitually clenched his fists to cover the corners of his slightly raised mouth. The weather was surprisingly sweltering, and the manic heat swept everyone here, and a drop of sweat fell There was a chaotic collision sound on the ground, but it seemed like an opportunity. The lights in the hall went out in an instant and then turned on in the next instant.

"What's going on?" The spectators looked around.

A terrified voice called tremblingly: "Quick... look, they... are gone..."

Walking 300 meters away from the restaurant is the pontoon bridge on the inner river of the moat. There is a large quiet open space in front of the pontoon bridge. This is the only way out of the city. It is curfew time, so few people pass by here.

On a moonlit night, the ground and water are full of reflections of large willow trees, each black shadow showing a ferocious posture and face, as if it is a black hand from hell in such a manic night.

The storyteller stood on the pontoon and looked around, with a mysterious smile on his lips, and the unruly light flashing under his handsome eyebrows, making him look indescribably free and easy.

"Come out, let's meet."

The wind howled in the air, and at the blink of an eye, the three of them landed on the bridge like shadows.

All three of them were wearing crimson samurai uniforms, and metal masks covered most of their faces and heads, only their eyes were exposed, and there was a murderous and bloodthirsty light in them.

The man shook his head and said, "There are only so few people? I don't believe it." As soon as he said that, six or seven people in the same costume jumped out behind him and surrounded him.

"Hahahahaha..." The deep voice mixed with internal force penetrated the sky and came clearly, making people's eardrums buzz, and then a gorgeously dressed old man landed firmly in front of his eyes. "Young man, your skill is good, but you are too proud and conceited, and you will suffer in the future."

This old man was dressed in a rich crimson red dress, his eyebrows were slightly white, and the corners of his eyes were deeply wrinkled. He was not young but his figure was extremely vigorous and powerful, just like his voice.He exudes an air of calmness and prestige, even if he smiles, the other party will feel an invisible pressure.

Hmph, as expected, he made a move, Xuan Zhentian!So it is not in vain that he has spent so much effort!

A few masked warriors were powerful and pressing at every step, but Xuan Zhentian stood aside, motionless, his seriousness was like a mockery of watching a show, and people couldn't help but itch their teeth with hatred.

However, such a situation made Ling Yue unable to think much more. He stared at those people with his eyes like torches, and then his figure flickered slightly, turning into countless miniatures and turning to each of them, but at the next moment, he was refreshed. He quickly returned to his original position, as if he didn't make any effort, patted the unnecessary dust on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Senior Xuan, don't take offense, this junior just thinks it's fairer to talk like this."

The moment the voice fell, the six black-clothed warriors all fell down and did not move.

Xuan Zhentian stroked his gray beard, with an appreciative smile in his eyes, "Young man, it seems that you have come prepared, thinking of dealing with an old man like me."

"Don't dare, it's just that this junior heard that you have recently obtained an ancient treasure, Senior Xuan, and you just want to borrow it for fun."

"Hmph, do you want Pangu Stone? Young people, if you don't know how to restrain yourself, you will suffer a loss sooner or later."

"Oh? Then I would like to ask senior to teach me a thing or two. This junior once heard from my teacher that the Taoist elders are the best in the world when it comes to the use of fluid. The pair of ice palms have also been used by the emperor for many years. I don't know how many people have been killed. The subjects of the six kingdoms, the descendants of the royal family, can be said to have contributed a lot." Ling Yue's eyes were full of mockery, he clasped his fists with his hands, and his eyes were burning, "This junior really wants to see it."

"You are very much like an old friend of this old man." There was some hesitation and solemnity in the old man's eyes. Seeing that Ling Yue was half-understanding, he suddenly became enlightened, and his chest-thick voice showed that he was growing stronger and stronger.

"Okay, the old man will let you see tonight."

Ling Yue raised his eyebrows, ready to face the challenge without any fear.

The night was silent, there was no one around, the trees were shady, the corpse was lying between the two, and the inexplicable coldness surged wantonly.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the temperature around them seemed to be cooling and heating up. The cold air was flying over the bridge, and the flowing water under the bridge turned into icicles, spreading around, and the cold air went straight up. Soon, the six people on the ground The corpse has also been wrapped in a thick layer of frost.

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There is a pavilion in five steps, a pavilion in ten steps, and countless buildings stand in a forest, quietly crawling under the majestic feet of the emperor.

Under the cover of night, the winding Efang Palace looks like a sleeping beast, which is daunting.

There are usually no people walking around at night like this, and some are just a small but compact army patrolling non-stop. They shuttle slowly in the huge and silent building courtyard, everyone stands upright, and the thick armor covers them. The whole body, the bun is tied high, and the spear of the weapon is held in the hand, higher than the top of the head. Under the gentle moonlight, the tip of the spear is shining with broken cold light.

"Who is it?" The leading soldier suddenly shouted vigilantly, and the other soldiers immediately gathered together in a well-trained manner, spearheading forward, forming a defensive matrix.A gust of wind carried a huge force, the blades flew up, and flew towards many soldiers crazily.

The sound of footsteps came, step by step, deep and distant, from far to near, a slender figure gradually became clear.For a split second, all the fallen leaves were still, as if they had lost the power to charge, they drifted straight down and fell to the ground, confusing everyone's eyes.

"Who are you?" the leading soldier demanded sharply, pointing his spear at him.

Nan Shun stood still at a distance of less than a hundred paces, the wind was still blowing, but it was a breeze, which temporarily relieved the sweltering heat.The purple drooping forehead hair fluttered in the wind, and the corners of the eyes covered by the hairline had tear moles looming.A round of bright crescent moon, like azure sea water, revolved rapidly around his body. Under the moonlight, this man was breathtakingly beautiful.

The falling leaves fluttered down, and the moon wheel wrapped in strong power quickly cut through the fallen leaves, turning them into pieces of invisible debris, submerged in the night like dust.Tapping her lips with slender fingers, Nan Shun narrowed his eyes slightly and made a silent gesture.

Then, the surroundings returned to tranquility, and everyone was attracted by the enchanting and handsome young man in front of them. They all held their breath as if they had been enchanted by a voodoo, for fear that a careless sound would disturb the flying into the fairyland in front of them. teenager.

"You... who are you?" The leading soldier was also blinded, he swallowed, his protruding Adam's apple was slowly sliding.

The wind was blowing, but Nan Shun didn't make any response.

"You...you..." The soldier hadn't finished speaking, but he couldn't speak anymore. He suddenly scratched his throat frantically, his eyes were full of horror, and then his body wrapped in armor fell to the ground , blood gurgling and whimpering, everyone saw that a withered yellow leaf was tightly embedded in his side neck.

Like a heinous nightmare, everyone couldn't help but gasped, and looked up with fear in their eyes.

"I told you everything, don't make noise." The boy's voice was melodious, with a hint of regret.The purple forehead was slightly raised, and there was a sneer in the corner of the boy's mouth, and murderous intent was in his eyes.

The gust of wind swept again under Nan Shun's gentle ending, just like when he just arrived, but the difference was that this kind of wind was so aggressive that everyone's faces were almost deformed, and the iron on the armor The pieces gradually shattered and disappeared with the gust of wind.The fallen leaves on the ground were also blown up, penetrating through everyone's body in a messy and rapid manner, densely packed, repeatedly, and then fell in unison in their most primitive posture.

The blood flowed, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

However, everything that seems to be long is actually only a tight ten seconds from the beginning to the end.

The long trumpet sounded, and countless neat and heavy steps came from a distance.

Nan Shun twisted the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness like a devil, but he calmed down just for a moment.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, passing through the promenade and through the courtyard. After seeing the blood flowing like a river and the corpses all over the ground, a large number of teams rushed towards the other direction of the courtyard.

Nan Shun's whole body is like a thin piece of paper, tightly stuck to the eaves of the corridor, the corners of his clothes are flying, his purple hair is hanging on his forehead, and the moles of tears in the corners of his eyes are looming.

Kankan avoided these densely packed soldiers.

He flew down, eyes shining brightly, stretched his arms, and swept towards the north like an arrow.