On February 4, 633 of the Yin calendar, the Aolong Sect and the Xuanshui faction did not arrive, and the wind was calm.

On February 5, 633 in the Yin calendar, the drizzle and the Xuanshui sent people, and there was an old man among them.

On February 6, 633 in the Tibetan calendar, in the morning, the monks of the Aolong Sect stepped on the light.

If you look up at the night sky from the Thousand Fu Gate, you will see a night color that is different from that of the Star Pavilion.

The crooked crescent moon is a little more hazy and gentle than the starry sky of the Star Pavilion.

Zi Su thought that the person who came to visit tonight would be Yuanlan of the Proud Dragon Sect, but he didn't expect someone else to knock on the door.

The dark blue robe, the water-colored waist card, but the disciples of the Xuanshui Sect came.

The person who came carried a jar of spirit wine and greeted Shiso with a smile.

The smile diluted the seriousness of the memory.

"Won't you invite me in and sit down?"

Zhao Daoyou laughed. Shisu stepped aside and invited someone into the small courtyard of the Star Pavilion.

"So unfamiliar, should I replace you with Yongqing Daojun?"

"Do you remember?"

"Something comes to mind. I remember that Zichen was taken away by a teenager who claimed to be yesterday, and this teenager seemed to be friendly with me. But after I went back, I inquired for a long time, and only in recent years have I heard that there is an honorary elder in the Star Pavilion, and his name is Yesterday Fei. Zhao Yuebin stared at the young man opposite a little as he spoke, intending to see something from his face.

Why in his memory, Liu Su'e died, and Zichen and Meng Xueru also died together. His second brother is a huge and stable palace, and only Zikang is left with one child.

In the past few years, after cultivating to break through the Yuan Infant, he will always think of some sporadic pictures, and the figures in the pictures have the same appearance as the people in front of him, he said......

"Yue Bin. Zi Su suddenly called out loud, it was a very close title, which made Zhao Yuebin slightly surprised, is he so familiar?

To be honest, he himself knew that his behavior was a bit of a faux pas.

There is no invitation to the post, and there is an aggressive attitude between the words.

After all, he didn't actually have anything to do with this Dao Monarch, and until he remembered it, he had always been an ordinary passerby, but he had only met him when he was collecting blood on the battlefield.

"Would you like to meet the others?"

"Disciples of the Star Pavilion? "Just look at what position the person in front of you is in, and what kind of relationship it has with the Star Pavilion.

"Mu Xi, Li Jiucheng, Ruan Yuan, Che Ze, Dongfu Anding, Zanggu, Feng Ban Blade, Yan Yang, Yan Ming, a few of you came out to meet the predecessors of the Xuanshui Sect, and you have to worry about Hongming Daojun to help you on the battlefield. ”

"I've seen Hongming Daojun. The nine saluted in unison.

There are not many mistakes in cultivation, and they are all elite disciples.

"Oh, it's not just that you didn't attend my wedding ceremony. Waving his hand to get up, Hongming Daojun Zhao Yuebin knocked on the wine jar and glanced at Zisu.

"Gift, didn't you give it a long time ago?" Zi Su moved her lips, looking at her mouth shape and saying the word 'Mo Lian'.

"You're really ...... Let's go back and let your disciples meet the disciples of the Xuanshui Sect. ”

"Don't hurry up and thank Hongming Daojun. ”

"Thank you, Hongming Daojun. ”

"Alright! Alright! I'll have something to talk about with your Dao Monarch, you can go and cultivate on your own. ”

Zi Su bowed slightly, and Mu Xi said goodbye.

It's not a high-status one!

Zhao Yuebin took out the cup and poured the wine while looking at the person opposite who was quite different from the one in his memory.

The face is still the same face, and the body is still thin, but the temperament has changed a lot.

He didn't come yesterday because this seemingly indifferent and lonely teenager couldn't be connected with the willful teenager in his memory.

However, he still has the same bad intentions and refuses to suffer.

"Come, how does my wine compare to yours?" Zhao Yuebin made a gesture of invitation as he made a gesture at the filled wine glass.

The goose yellow wine glass has the unique warmth and delicacy of porcelain, the color of the light green wine is clear, beautiful and beautiful like the river willow in February, the slender willow branches have just emerged from the spores and the water is shining, the spring breeze is slightly warm and the spring color is beautiful.

It's a glass of wine that looks very pleasant.

Zi Su raised his glass slightly at Zhao Yuebin, raised his head and swallowed all the wine in the cup, and let it turn into a thin line and swallow it after lingering on the tip of his tongue for a while.

The liquor spreads in the stomach, and there is a warm laziness.

There is no burning in the throat, there is no spiciness, only a soft and slightly astringent smell of plants and trees diffuses in the mouth.

But you can't say that it's not wine, the slightly drunken feeling brought by the warmth of the ocean makes people smell a little bit of wine from it.

"Not bad. "There is no need for Zhao Yuebin to do it, Zi Su himself lifted the wine jar and poured a glass of light emerald.

The second cup entered the throat, and the warmth was unconsciously lazy, and the feeling of being slightly drunk deepened again.

This time, Zhao Yuebin consciously brought up the wine jar and added a glass of wine to the young man opposite when he was reminiscent of the perilla.

"Zichen is like this?"

The young man took a small sip and squinted at him, as if to say, "I said, how could you be kind enough to invite me to drink......

Zhao Yuebin smiled, without the second brother's shelter from the wind and rain, Hongming Daojun, who grew up alone and came to this day, will not be embarrassed.

He looked at the wrist of the young man opposite, the fiery red mark was gone, he remembered, it was a red lotus......

"He's good. If the battle here had dragged on for a long time, you'd probably see him. ”

"That's right. Then it's better to destroy these monsters as soon as possible. ”

"Huh, do you think it's possible?"

It's been wiped out early, where can I find such an opportunity to exclude dissidents in an open and honest way.

"Nothing is impossible. ”

"Your popularity doesn't seem to be good. ”

"A sword in hand will do. ”

"I have a gap with Yuanlan. ”

"I'm tired, thank you. ”

The two wine glasses collide, making a crisp sound peculiar to porcelain, like a bell and a chime.

The wine is drunk, and the shiso is sent off.

Throwing Yuan Mo from the bed to the soft collapse, Shisu took off his coat and lay down.

Yuan Mo rolled on the soft collapse, seemed to be quite satisfied with the softness, lazily lay down and raised his head with his arm and asked the people in the room: "This is the person you are waiting for?" The name is quite interesting, the red name is looking for moon cakes, and the blue name is eating moon cakes?"

"It's not. ”

"Oh, why don't you wait?"

"It's not coming. ”

……

Hongming Daojun stepped on the moonlight and returned, but encountered people blocking the way.

The dark robe was embroidered with gold thread and dragon scales, faintly glowing in the moonlight.

No matter how cold the moonlight is, it is colder than the man's eyebrows.

The eyes are black and shiny, and there is a cold killing machine and the cold of the sword between the opening and closing.

Zhao Yuebin knew this person, and at this time, there was no longer the gloom of the past between this person's eyebrows, and his momentum was like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

He saw the other man's hand clasped on the hilt of the sword, and he heard the other party coldly warn him: "Don't make mistakes. ”

Zhao Yuebin smiled, as cold as the other party: "In what capacity are you talking to me about this?"

Fu said again: "Yuanlan Daojun's wedding ceremony, Hong Ming has never watched the ceremony. The capital 'Qingfeng is afraid of early spring, and he is afraid of wind and snow and refuses to go', it is better to meet by coincidence, and today I also ask Yuanlan Daojun for some advice. ”

"After that, will Hongming Daojun be interested?"

"No matter how domineering the Proud Dragon Sect is, it can't control others to make friends, right?"

"I don't know what to do!"

In the moonlight, both swords were unsheathed at the same time.

A baby has not long been married, and the kendo qualification is outstanding, and the sword is like a pool in late autumn, and the water seems to be warm and cold.

A man who has been famous for many years, has destroyed countless enemies, and his sword is accompanied by wind and snow, and the cold winter suddenly comes.

There are countless eyes in the deeper shadows and high in the sky, and as soon as the scene slides out of control, someone will interrupt it.

It can't be that before the demon is punished, his own people will fight to the death, and the demon alliance will really become a joke.

The Demon Gate will definitely laugh at it, pretending to be on weekdays, and when it comes to the end, it is not as important as their Demon Cultivators......