This was the first time Meng Jian had been alone with a strange woman.

Especially such a strange woman who looks like a fairy and exudes an elegant aristocratic temperament in her manners. This made Meng Jian, who had just come to Bright Moon City, feel both honored and nervous. Perhaps because of this, Meng Jian, who has always talked a lot, didn't know what to say at this moment.

When they first met at the Heartfelt Restaurant, Meng Jian, who blushed instantly, successfully attracted the attention of Qianyu Fenghua. Then he inadvertently learned from the conversation between Meng Jian and Liu Fengsoul that Meng Jian may have a close relationship with Lian Mu. In addition, Meng Jian lives next door to her, and they often see each other.

These opportunities finally prompted Qianyu Fenghua to secretly brew a new plan in her heart to end her "Bright Moon Trip" after arranging the ending of Luyou and Chilling Cicada.

She planned to test Meng Jian first to confirm whether this person was easy to "control", and then try to win him over, and then through the relationship between Meng Jian and Lian Mu, she persuaded Meng Jian to enter the second floor of the Yao Pavilion of the Guang Yuan for her, and destroy the remaining historical books and classics about the past of the Qianyu clan.

Only at this point will she be considered to have completed her task.

Ambiguous red candles, intoxicating aroma of wine.

The beauty sits in front of you, and the delicious taste is at your fingertips.

At this time, Meng Jian only blushed.

His reaction made Qianyu Fenghua no longer regard him as a "disciple", and even felt that the young man in front of him who was about the same age as himself was a little cute for a while.

After thinking about it, Qianyu Fenghua suddenly remembered that in her memories of more than 20 years, there had been a familiar and strange man like Meng Jian in her life.

When the wandering thoughts unintentionally touch the strings of memory, Qianyu Fenghua, who has always been delicate, will inevitably have a moment of hypocrisy.

Getting along with Xue Xi at such a close distance made Meng Jian feel a little suffocated while being shy. His heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to leave his body. Time seemed to stop flowing when the snowy eyes touched him.

Although the two were speechless to each other, Meng Jian enjoyed such a short and rare time. It wasn't until inadvertently that the evening breeze sent a faint rosin, and then the beautiful woman in front of him raised her glass to salute Meng Jian, that he gradually realized that he was not dreaming.

All of this is actually true.

Holding her breath, Meng Jian suddenly realized that the rosin on the girl's body seemed to have smelled somewhere. It's just that I can't remember it for a while. But through this rosin, Meng Jian was very sure that the girl in front of her was definitely not an ordinary woman.

While thinking about it, the clumsy Meng Jian clinked glasses with Xue Xi in a panic, causing Xue Xi to laugh again. Meng Jian was stunned, and then drank the wine in the cup at the same time, and asked Xuexi: "I don't know, why did Miss Xuexi invite me here tonight?"

When Zhu Li left the wine glass, she said slowly: "How does Childe know that the little woman's name is 'Xuexi'." ”

Xuexi's question instantly made Meng Jian a little flustered: "When I saw the girl that day, I thought the girl was an old friend of mine, but I wasn't sure, so I asked the shopkeeper." ”

Xuexi: "So it was Shopkeeper He who told Childe?"

Meng Jian: "I forced him to tell me, don't blame him!"

After hearing this, Xue Xi thought that this person was quite kind-hearted, and he didn't forget to think about others, so he said, "Don't worry, no." I'm just curious, and I don't mean anything else. ”

Meng Jian sighed: "That's good!"

Xuexi: "By the way, I don't know what to call the child?"

Meng Jian: "Zi dish "Meng", bamboo slip "Jane". ”

Between the words, Meng Jian did not forget to shake hands with Xuexi.

Such a formal self-introduction made Qianyu Fenghua begin to rethink whether the man in front of him was pretending to be humble, or whether he was like this. If this was the case, she would not be able to treat Meng Jian the same way she had dealt with the "Dengzi" before.

After thinking about it, Qianyu Fenghua did not forget to pour wine for Meng Jian, and the sweet voice accompanied by the wine gradually eroded Meng Jian's soul in the conversation and laughter. She smiled slightly and said to Meng Jian: "Meng Jian, good name." ”

"False praise," after receiving the compliment, his face became more and more red, in order to pretend to be calm, Meng Jian decided to take the initiative to provoke the topic to alleviate this inexplicable embarrassment: "So, is there anything important for the girl to invite me here this time?"

Xue Xi sneered: "If there is nothing important, can't Xue Xi invite Meng Gongzi to get together late at night?"

After hearing this, Meng Jian thought that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly corrected: "No, no, I didn't mean that, I was just thinking, Miss Xuexi must have something urgent to find me so late, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen a time like this!"

"Actually, there's nothing particularly urgent. Xue Xi brushed her sleeves to cover the smile at the corner of her mouth, "I'm not afraid of jokes, in fact, when I met Gongzi for the first time that day, Xuexi also thought that Gongzi was quite like an old friend of Xuexi, so I couldn't help but feel a little kind, so I always wanted to find a suitable opportunity to meet Meng Gongzi." ”

Meng Jian was surprised: "There is such a coincidence?"

Xuexi: "The old man in Xuexi, his skin is not as cold and white as Childe, but he has the same youthful spirit as Childe between his eyebrows. Speaking of which, the little woman hadn't seen him in years. ”

Meng Jian smiled awkwardly and said, "The old man that Miss Xuexi said. It doesn't happen to be the same as me, named Meng Jian!"

Xue Xi was silent for a moment, and then recalled: "The story about him is often mentioned by the storytellers in the teahouse restaurant now. If Meng Gongzi likes to go in and out of teahouses and restaurants, he may not be unfamiliar with his name. ”

"It can be often mentioned by the storyteller in the teahouse restaurant, it seems that this old man of Xuexi girl is not simple!" Hearing this, Meng Jian suddenly became interested in the old man in Xuexi's mouth, "Tell the tired girl!"

Xue Xi smiled and filled the empty wine glass for herself, Meng Jian stared expectantly and Xue Xi's beautiful eyes and thin eyebrows, but Xue Xi did not make eye contact with Meng Jian, but lightly said the person's name: "His name is "Yun Fan". The cloud is the "cloud" of the flowing cloud, and the "fan" of the extraordinary. ”

......

When he drew his sword, Mo Yan had just put down the wine glass in his hand.

The table in front of him flashed in front of him and split in two.

The "mourning candle" that was originally placed in the center of the table was not extinguished or damaged with the cracked table, but fell straight to the spot. The sword was evenly powered, but it was easily dodged sideways by Mo Yan.

This sword was too slow for Mo Yan. Whether it was the toughness of the body, the strength, or the speed, how could Han Cicada, who was a ninth-order martial artist, be the opponent of the tenth-order peak level?

High-level warriors can hide their strength according to their mood.

Low-level martial artists can casually find out the level of martial artists who are lower than their own martial rank, and they can also feel the strength of martial artists below the realm of heart martial arts and above their own level. But the premise is that such a warrior does not deliberately hide his aura.

Mo Yan has never shown his strength to anyone. This also invisibly adds a lot of mystery to the ink death. Avoiding the ink behind this sword, he slowly got up and took out a soft sword from his sleeve.

It was a soft cyan sword.

The sword was three feet four long and about one inch wide.

The blade is narrow and has intricate inscriptions.

The sword system is very suitable for assassins, and it is used for assassination.

What is certain is that this sword is not suitable for the sword skill "Frost Cut". Because this is a soft sword, if the sword wielder does not manipulate it well, it is very likely that he will be injured by mistake.

Han Cicada looked at the soft sword in Mo Yan's hand. Puzzled: "What is the name of this sword?" ”

Mo Yan wiped the spine of the sword with his sleeve: "You Hong." ”

Chill: "Are you going to use this sword to perform Frost Cut?"

Ink Death: "You can use any sword to perform Frost Cut, it just depends on how you use it." ”

Chill: "What are you kidding?"

Mo Yan: "What, you want to learn? I'll teach you!"

In the middle of the words, "You Hong", which was originally a soft sword, turned into a straight long sword in Mo Yan's hand, and slashed straight at the shoulder of the cold cicada. Mo Yan did not use the strength of his tenth-order peak martial artist, but controlled the strength and used the power of a ninth-order martial artist to engage the chilling cicada.

The reason why Mo Yan did this was not to sympathize with the cicada, but to humiliate him in this way. At this moment, in this chamber, two Frost Sword Guards are fighting for life and death with "Frost Cut".

The surrounding furnishings were neatly cut and slipped off under the clash of swords and swords. When the wind shook the candle shadow, the sound of sword blades clashing echoed from this room in the entire Heartfelt Restaurant. The guys downstairs covered their ears and didn't dare to look up, let alone ask, and the shopkeeper He outside the restaurant didn't dare to turn around, and chose to turn a deaf ear.

As for the other guests, even if they heard it, they didn't dare to risk their lives and meddle in their affairs at this time. Occasionally, a few would come out and shout, but they were all persuaded to go back by the guys in the restaurant.

At this time, Meng Jian, who was a little drunk, vaguely heard some noise outside the house, but because Xue Xi was telling him a little about Yun Fan's past, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Each of the Cicada's swords slashed directly at the fatal point of the Ink Death, but they were all easily cut off by the Ink Death. Brilliant sparks fell between the staggered footsteps of the two. "Frost Cut" is famous for its speed, and many people who die under this sword skill die without being able to see how the wielder wields the sword. If ordinary people want to capture the shadow of the "frost cut" sword with the naked eye, they are simply dreaming.

During the sword battle with the Chilling Cicada, Mo Yan didn't need to look at the Chilling Cicada's starting hand or turning the blade at all. As the deputy commander of the Frost Sword and Cold Armor Division, Mo Yan and Han Ji will occasionally use "Frost Cut" to exchange moves. Although most of the time, Mo Yan loses more and wins less, but over time, Mo Yan also discovers a secret about "Frost Cut" from Han Ji.

In the face of the first thirty-one swords of the Chilling Cicada, Mo Yan took defense as an attack, and did not intend to end the life of the Chilling Cicada so quickly. And in the first thirty-one swords, the chilling cicada who originally sacrificed his life was fierce from the beginning, and gradually became a little weaker later. By the thirty-second sword, the power of the "Frost Cut" cast by the chilling cicada was no longer as fast as the first sword.

Mo Yan's first sword was directly parried by the chilling cicada, and then he retreated as an advance, waiting for the opportunity to move. It can be said that every sword of the Chilling Cicada was perfectly parried by the Ink Death, perhaps because of this, when it came to the thirty-second sword, the Chilling Cicada panicked.

And his "panic" was just caught by Mo Yan.

With the light and shadow of the "mourning candle" flickering, Mo Yan swung his second sword! This sword was like a dragon out of the water, directly leaving a slight wound on the shoulder of the cicada, the cold cicada looked at Mo Yan in surprise, and then the third sword cut his calf, which was still a slight wound.

His clothes began to bleed, and his face gradually fell into disarray.

The sword technique "Frost Cut", which should have been as cold as the wind, was like a strong wind before a rainstorm in the hands of the cicada at this moment, and the sword momentum gradually tended to be chaotic without any rhythm. In the face of Mo Yan, who had turned from defense to offense, the cicada was still panicked after all.

Mo Yan's fourth sword slashed directly into the other calf of the cicada, and the flustered cicada tried to resist but was unfortunately slow. Mo Yan's "frost cut" is faster than that of the cicada, and his first sword is not as fast as the cicada, but the speed and strength of each sword are uniform.

At this moment, after the temptation of the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth swords of the next Mo Yan, there were six more new wounds on his body, and they were all subtle wounds. Although these wounds are not fatal, they make the chilling cicada feel what powerlessness is.

When Mo Yan swung the eleventh sword, the sword in Chilling Cicada's hand had already begun to curl its blade. That's right, Mo Yan successfully slashed the broad-bladed sword in Han Cicada's hand with a soft sword, and before Han Cicada came back to his senses, Mo Yan's twelfth sword sank into the shoulder on the other side of the Han Cicada, this time directly penetrating the shoulder bone of Han Cicada.

When the ink is pulled out of the "You Hong", in the air, the tiny droplets of blood are scattered under the feet as if they were splashed with the tip of a pen. "You Hong" does not look like a soft sword in Mo Yan's hands.

It is like a paintbrush, accurately leaving one after another subtle blood-colored lines on the body of the chilling cicada, the harder the cicada is used, the larger the original subtle wound will be, so the blood gushing out of the wound in the body will naturally become more and more.

Although the cicada was reluctant to admit it, Mo Yan did use the soft sword in his hand to cast the "Frost Cut", and under the next seven swords, the cold cicada completely turned into a waste.

As the actual person in charge of the northern part of the Frost Sword Hanjia Division City in the past, Han Cicada never thought that his end would be like this, let alone that he would die under the sword skill "Frost Cut" on this day.

When Mo Yan reached the twentieth sword, the sword in Han Cicada's hand was evenly cut into twenty-one pieces by "You Hong", and then scattered in front of him. Looking at the sword that was broken into twenty-one pieces, the cicada couldn't help but laugh.

His laughter made Mo Yan a little confused.

Murphy doesn't care, though.

In fact, the chilling cicada's laughter was just self-deprecation.

Before he drew his sword, Mo Yan had said that he would end his life with twenty-one swings of "Frost Cut". And the twenty-one severed blades scattered all over the ground were not caused by the twentieth sword of Mo Yan, but every previous sword laid the groundwork for the twentieth sword.

While thinking about it, the cold cicada's gaze fell not far away, and the "mourning candle" that burned only a little bit was left. According to the letter that Thousand Plumes Firefly left to the cicada many years ago to "burn immediately after reading", when the "mourning candle" is burned out, it is the time when the cicada dies.

Mo Yan didn't kill the cicada right away.

And when Han Cicada was also counting the wounds on his body at this moment, he gradually realized that these wounds that were cut by Mo Yan were actually the wound locations of Han Cicada when he dismembered Xiao Ershi's head that night. Thinking of this, the cicada suddenly sneered.

Mo Yan looked at him coldly, but heard the cold cicada say unexpectedly: "I didn't expect you to be able to remember the location of these wounds so clearly, it's sad to watch me dismember your own brother!"

Mo Yan ignored him, and just said lightly: "Compared to this, don't you wonder why you also use "Frost Cut", but you can't fight me?"

Hearing this, the chilling cicada said a little angrily: "Because my 'frost cut' was taught by you! despicable!"

"Despicable?" Mo Yan squatted down, looked at the chilling cicada that collapsed to the ground, and puzzled, "When I taught you, I didn't have the slightest reservation. ”

Chilling: "If that's the case, why were all my first thirty-one swords dismantled by you with the same number of paths?"

Mo Yan: "Frost Cut is a one-hit kill, you should know that. So if you can't kill with one hit, then it will be repeated and decayed. And the real "Frost Cut" is not like this, and the "Frost Cut" that the entire Frost Sword has learned now is incomplete "Frost Cut". ”

Chill: "Mo Di, what are you hinting at?"

Mo Yan replied, "Have you ever heard of the 'Ling Shuang Jue'?"

Hearing this, Han Cicada seemed to understand something: "Han Ji? It's Han Ji! Why! Since he understands this truth, why does he still teach this sword skill to the entire Frost Sword?!"

Mo Yan: "Although most of the people in the Frost Sword today are children of the family, there are still many people from poor families, especially our Hanjia Division. Han Ji brought "Frost Cut" to the Frost Sword, but in fact, he was ostensibly adding to the Frost Sword, but in fact he was just sowing trouble. ”

Han Cicada: "Knowing its weakness, it will kill with one blow, the Han clan of the country is really vicious! I thought that Han Yu would be different from other sons of the family, it turned out that the world was as black as a crow." ”

Mo Yan: "So it's Han Ji who keeps one hand." ”

Han Cicada: "These clans of the Su Kingdom!

Mo Yan: "That's pretty much it. ”

Cicada: "Why are you telling me this?"

Mo Yan: "I just want you to know that it was actually Han Yu who caused you to fall to this point, and I was just avenging Xiao Er." ”

Han Cicada sneered, and the corners of his mouth began to bleed between the words: "Are you scared? Mo Yan, I'm afraid that I will turn into a powerful ghost and ask for your life!"

Mo Yan: "I've killed so many people, if you want to ask for your life, I'm afraid you'll have to queue up first." ”

Hearing this, Han Cicada did not tremble, and felt a little sympathy: "Mo Yan, after going through so many things, do you feel too tired." ”

Mo Yan: "Actually, I thought about leaving the Frost Sword after solving Lu You, and living a dull life, but you killed Xiao Er." ”

Chill: "I was the one who caused you to lose a successor." ”

Mo Yan: "Tell me who your master is." ”

Chill: "Tell you, will you let me go?" ”

Mo Yan: "The important veins in your body have been cut off by me, even if you can leave here alive, you will be a waste." Where else can you go. ”

Chill: "It doesn't matter where you go, the important thing is to live." ”

Mo Yan: "I'm sorry I won't let you leave alive. ”

Han Cicada smiled bitterly, no matter how much time has passed, Mo Yan will always have this stinky temper, and he would rather put on a stinky face than lie, even if lying will bring him some convenience.

Han Cicada: "Master, your temper will hurt you sooner or later! When the time comes, I will be on the Huangquan Road, waiting for you!"

Mo Yan: "Finally, do you have anything else to say?" ”

Chill: "How did you find out that I had a problem?" ”

Mo Yan thought about it for a while, didn't mention Xiao Li's matter, and just said lightly: "Actually, I came back at noon on October 15, but you are not in the north of the city, and the note in the brazier has not been burned." I see it. When I came back, you showed up in my room. There were only ashes in the brazier. And from that moment on, I've been following you ever since. It's a pity that I still haven't been able to find out who you've seen here. ”

"If she's still in this city, sooner or later you'll meet. Guard the second floor of the Yao Pavilion. When he was dying, the cicada deliberately did not speak thoroughly, as if using this as revenge for Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was silent, and looked at the cicada coldly, as if he was looking at a corpse. Han Chan smiled and asked instead, "Is that Meng Jian also the person you arranged to follow me?"

Mo Yan: "No. ”

Chilling: "He is very diligent and studious, and he has enough acumen for intelligence, I don't know why you asked me to take him, but I hope you won't treat him as the next me." ”

Mo Yan: "There won't be the next you." ”

Chill: "Is this your approval of me?"

Mo Yan: "Count." ”

"Thank you. The cicada laughed, and the floor beneath the cicada was almost soaked in bright red blood, which was coming from the wounds on his body.

The pale and haggard cicada glanced at the mourning candle that was about to burn out in the distance, and said to Mo Yan: "I don't have any problems anymore, you can do it." ”

Mo Yan listened and sighed deeply.

When "You Hong" wiped the throat of the cicada, a poignant laughter resounded throughout the heartfelt restaurant before "You Hong" flashed, Meng Jian, who was talking and laughing with Xuexi, immediately woke up, and motioned her to hide in the house and not go out, he went to see what was going on, Xuexi pretended to be puzzled and frightened and nodded silently.

This "chilling cicada poignantly" also made the deer who had just arrived outside the Heartfelt Restaurant stop. He looked at the shopkeeper He who was standing outside the door, and then forcibly broke into the heartfelt restaurant despite the obstruction of the shopkeeper He.

When Mo Yan pulled out the "You Hong", the "mourning candle" was extinguished. The smell of blood filled the room inside and outside, and the guests, who had been disturbed by the sound of fighting, lit candles one after another, but did not dare to go out to see what was happening.

A handful of guests poked their heads out at this time to try to find the source of the sound, until they found the only one in the entire restaurant that was not lit. When the door opened, Mo Yan walked out of it with a blood stain, and collided with Meng Jian at this moment.

Mo Yan didn't ask Meng Jian why he was here, he just gave him a cold look and walked away. Looking at the bloodstained ink, Meng Jian didn't know whether to care about him or ask what was going on. At the same moment, Lu Ming hurried over and passed by Mo Yan.

Lu Ming didn't know Mo Yan, but he did recognize the waist card of his frost sword. Mo Yan, who passed by Lu Ming, didn't even look at him. Although this made Lu Ming very unhappy, he was down to business, so he hurriedly went upstairs to find the residence of Qianyu Fenghua mentioned by his father Lu You.

As a result, the blood-colored footprints left by Mo Yan along the way made Lu Ming worried. When Lu Ming found the residence of Qianyu Fenghua that Lu You gave him, the strong smell of blood almost stunned Lu Ming. What surprised Lu Ming was that the blood-colored footprints left by Mo Ming were just walking out of the deep room in front of Lu Ming.

Lu Ming thought for a while, is this really Qianyu Fenghua's residence? Lu Ming immediately grabbed Shopkeeper He and asked who the guests of this house were, and Shopkeeper He truthfully explained that it was Qianyu Fenghua. After hearing the news, Lu Ming instantly felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.

Many curious guests poked their heads out to watch after seeing Mo Yan leave, and somewhere came a bold one who lit a warm lamp, and broke into the room in front of everyone despite the obstruction of the shopkeeper.

As a result, the first person to go did not know what he stepped on and fell, and when he got up, he was wet and the warm light was extinguished here. When the man came out to find someone to borrow a fire to warm the lamp, the crowd was so frightened that they immediately dispersed. for the man was covered with blood.

Seeing this, Lu Ming directly snatched a lamp from others and went in. As a result, Lu Ming didn't come out for a long time. Seeing this, everyone did not dare to step forward. Meng Jian hesitated for a moment, and finally asked Shopkeeper He to take a lamp and take a look inside.

When Meng Jian entered, everyone gathered around the door to see what was going on. By the light of the warm lamp, Meng Jian saw Lu Ming, who was vomiting, and Zhou Kang, who was dismembered.

Surprise and fear made Meng Jian subconsciously take half a step back, but accidentally stepped on Zhou Kang's severed hand, knocked the warm lamp in his hand to the ground, and then inadvertently set the room on fire. Then, by the light of the fire, the people outside the house saw what was inside, and the shopkeeper He hurriedly called the man to come up and put out the fire.

Looking at the smile that Zhou Kang had frozen at the corner of his mouth in the firelight, Meng Jian remembered the ink that had left here just now. He didn't know what had just happened here, but an inexplicable nausea accompanied by the strong smell of blood around him engulfed Meng Jian in an instant.