Shen Feng didn't ask again, the person in front of him indicated that he wanted to see the white chess master, and combined with the first sentence that Zhu Fei said, he could imagine that Zhu Fei and this person had already met.

That being the case, if this young man in blue really had any bad intentions, then how could Zhu Fei not do it directly?

"Come with me!" Shen Feng said and turned to leave.

Li Zhenlang followed, and as he passed by Zhu Fei's side, he could hear the black chess player's heavy breathing.

This is anger.

But Li Zhenlang didn't pay attention.

Zhu Fei watched the young man walk in front of him, his eyes subconsciously looked at the sword in the young man's hand, as if he remembered the words "I'm afraid of killing you!" in his ears again.

At this moment, the sound of the piano has been broken, and Shen Feng is no longer checking, so Zhu Fei is naturally not in the mood to investigate any more, because he can't find any clues at all, "Hmph!" snorted coldly and followed.

On the huge chess table, after the sound of the piano stopped, under the pacification of the eight chess guards and the chess players, everyone had calmed down, but no one left.

The black and white chess masters were still above, and neither of the two chess masters opened their mouths to dismiss everyone, so it must have their considerations.

"What does the white chess master think of Fang Cai's piano sound?" the black chess master said softly to the young monk beside him.

The young monk's eyebrows were deep, Sima Xiaoyun was on his left, and the young monk turned his head to the right and said: "Fang Cai's qin sound seems to carry a mysterious and unpredictable power, and it can spread throughout the entire chess sect, it seems that it is definitely not ordinary people stroking the qin. ”

"Well, the old man thinks so, too. The black chess master looked at the chess students below, and then said lightly: "Our chess sect has always rarely made enemies, I don't know who is so provocative?"

The young monk hesitated for a moment, then spoke: "If you really come here to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, then in the sound of the qin, I am afraid there will not be such tranquility as at this moment." ”

Although the young monk said this, he did not refute in his heart that the black chess master believed that someone had deliberately come to pick quarrels and provoke trouble.

That's because the identities of the people in the chess sect are different, as far as these chess students are concerned, although they are some chess students, but before that, everyone is from different places, and even disciples of the side sect, although the chess sect is a sect, but it is not like other sects.

In the chess sect, there are only chess players.

If you are a chess player, you can join the chess sect.

It can be said that it has nothing to do with one's own identity.

After Li Zhenlang came here with the man in white in front of him, he was shocked by the crowd of people in front of him.

Is this a meeting?

Having a meeting late at night?

Li Zhenlang was puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.

"Chess master, someone wants to see you!" Shen Feng said. The young monk nodded, looked in the direction he signaled, and saw Li Zhenlang standing not far below.

"For the time being, the black chess master is in charge of the overall situation, let me go and meet a friend. The young monk said to the right.

The black chess master nodded and said, "It's okay, the old man is here, and the white chess master doesn't need to worry." ”

The young monk bowed his head and walked down with Sima Xiaoyun.

Seeing this, Li Zhenlang also understood that this was not the place to speak, so he turned around and took the lead in moving his steps.

Until he was far away from everyone, Li Zhenlang turned around and said, "Can my friend stay for a few more days?"

The young monk nodded, without hesitation, and said, "Just stay." ”

Li Zhenlang smiled and said, "Then thank you." ”

Sima Xiaoyun said: "Brother Zhenlang, has you decided to go back?" He had already guessed what Li Zhenlang meant.

"Well, I still have something to do, so don't leave it at that!" Li Zhenlang didn't hide anything, and there was no need to hide anything.

Whether Sima Xiaoyun checked his own details or not, it doesn't really matter.

Because Sima Xiaoyun couldn't find anything at all.

What Li Zhenlang really cares about is...... Deng Yan's bottom line!

Sima Xiaoyun smiled, looked at him and said, "You still decided to follow Sima Xiaoge's side?"

At this moment, the three of them could sense that the atmosphere here suddenly became heavy.

Sima Xiaoyun looked directly at Li Zhenlang. Li Zhenlang did not avoid his gaze and was fearless.

The young monk was secretly embarrassed in his heart.

"You're not dead yet!" Li Zhenlang said suddenly. What does that seem to imply?

The young monk smiled helplessly, it was inconvenient for him to interject at the moment, and he looked embarrassed between the two of them.

Sima Xiaoyun nodded, understood what Li Zhenlang meant, and said with a smile: "Do you remember that person? The person who was hung on the wall of the Jin God Palace." ”

Li Zhenlang didn't speak, listening to him.

"I once wanted to save him, but there was no way, Sima Xiaoge insisted on not letting him go. ”

"I still have something!" Li Zhenlang turned around and left, not continuing to listen to him.

The young monk and Sima Xiaoyun were stunned for a moment, they didn't expect Li Zhenlang to turn around so decisively, looking at the figure of the young man in blue hidden in the night, for a while, neither of them spoke again.

............

After leaving the Chess Sect, Li Zhenlang walked alone under the moon, remembering what Sima Xiaoyun wanted to say just now, and suddenly he said: "It's my business!"

Li Zhenlang is not stupid! What is Sima Xiaoyun thinking about? He knows it very clearly!

If he, Li Zhenlang, went to save people, it would mean that he was going to work against Sima Xiaoge.

Li Zhenlang doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing, and he will not let others treat him as a gunman.

Li Zhenlang could imagine that when Sima Xiaoge knew what he did, he was afraid that he would have to kill him.

Although Li Zhenlang is not afraid, if he is afraid, he will not do it in the first place, but now he is not dead, and it is not the time to tear his face with Sima Xiaoge.

Li Zhenlang nodded secretly, decided on his mind, and flew directly towards Jin God City with his sword.

............

The white moonlight was still bright.

In Jinshen City, Sima Xiaoge stood alone on the imperial city wall, dismissed all the soldiers guarding here, and was alone.

"Are you willing to surrender?" Sima Xiaoge whispered. His eyes looked at the roof in the distance, as if he were talking to himself.

"Hahaha... Make me surrender... You're not qualified enough!" suddenly someone said.

It was the person who was hanging below, not dead, and still had the strength to speak.

However, from this voice, it can be detected that this person is extremely weak, and I believe that it will not be long before he hangs like this again, and he will definitely be hanged here!

"Then you say...... Who can make you surrender?" Sima Xiaoge's eyes flickered, and he suddenly felt a little interested.

This person, how long has he been hanging here, Sima Xiaoge couldn't be clearer, he just wants him to be soft, just a word, is it so difficult?

However, Sima Xiaoge appreciated this kind of backbone, and it was precisely because of this backbone that he didn't kill him.

In other words, if the person who was hanging below had softened and surrendered early, it would have been impossible for Sima Xiaoge to look down on him at all. Even if you don't kill him, how can you value him?

"No one ......"

Hearing this, the corners of Sima Xiaoge's mouth hooked up and said, "Really?"

"Hahaha......"

The people below laughed wildly, and it was terrible.

Sima Xiaoge frowned slightly, how could he not have imagined what the result would be if he continued like this.

This person would rather die at the moment, even though he Sima Xiaoge admired it very much and wanted to take it for his own use, but for so long, it seemed that he had seen that it was impossible at all.

To kill? or not to kill?

Sima Xiaoge had already begun to think about it.

If you don't kill him, if you let him go, what if you become an enemy in the future?

Kill, but in a snap of a finger, why don't you want to make a move?

At this moment, Sima Xiaoge was helpless in his heart, and said, "If I let you go, will you go back to the Central Plains immediately?"

"Hehehe...... You dare to let me go?" said the man below, as if disdainful.

"I'm afraid you can't afford to let me go!"

Sima Xiaoge's eyebrows were deep, and the words of the people below made him feel ...... It's so arrogant!

"Are you arrogant in front of me?" Sima Xiaoge suddenly smiled and said, "Tell me what the result is if I let you go?"

Sima Xiaoge didn't believe the words of the people below at all, and even felt a little funny, which also made him feel curious.

But the people below didn't continue to speak, and Sima Xiaoge felt puzzled again.

"Why didn't you say that?"

At this moment, the seventeenth prince of the Southern Regions Jin God Dynasty leaned over and looked down, and listened to the people below whispering.

"I don't want to...... Use him to scare you!"

"Hah!" Sima Xiaoge laughed angrily again and said, "Who is he?"

As if I had to ask.

However, the person below stopped talking again, Sima Xiaoge shook his head and said, "The old man next to you, I didn't kill him, you decide for yourself, whether to surrender to me or choose to die here." ”

After Sima Xiaoge finished speaking, he stayed for a moment, and finally didn't hear any sound before turning around and leaving.

The people below didn't speak, they didn't laugh, they were very quiet, as if Sima Xiaoge's words touched his heart, and he suddenly felt a deep sadness.

It seems that everything around us seems to be desolate.

Rooftops, bright moons, silver frost, night winds......

There is sadness everywhere.

But in fact, it was his heart that made all this seem sad.

When Li Zhenlang returned to Jinshen City, he saw that none of the soldiers guarding the city wall above were gone.

He was now in front of the palace, looked up at the people hanging above, and there was no one at the moment, so he said: "I let you go, you go back to the Central Plains immediately, don't stay in the Southern Regions." ”

Hearing this, the man was stunned, because this was not Sima Xiaoge's voice, he followed the sound and looked down, and after seeing the blue-clothed young man standing below, there was suddenly a touch of color in his eyes.

"Li Zhenlang!"

Li Zhenlang was shocked in his heart, and looked straight up, not understanding why he knew his name at this moment?

"You ......" Li Zhenlang wanted to understand.

"Why did you come to the Southern Regions too?" said the man above.

"I ......," Li Zhenlang didn't say, "Wait!, who are you?"

"Hahaha......" The person hanging above laughed a few times, and said extremely weakly: "The wind returns to the snow......"

"Damn!"