It rained heavily suddenly.

The mud splashed in the alley, and the man holding an oil-paper umbrella stopped in front of an old mansion.

On the clear face, the man who was not contaminated with the slightest smoke and fire, exhaled slowly, he raised his head, and looked at the old but not dilapidated door plaque, the owner of the mansion is away all the year round, and the door plaque is very well maintained.

This mansion is in the most remote Chunhan Lane in the Tiandu area, because of the door plaque of the owner of the mansion and the identity background shown by the door plaque...... As a result, most of the visitors will selectively bypass this alley.

The entire alley of Chunhan Lane belongs to the lord of the mansion.

On the door plaque, there is a very faint pen carving, but the killing meaning is very sufficient.

"Nectar. ”

Xu Qingke, who put away the oil-paper umbrella, looked at this familiar and unfamiliar name, and slowly opened his lips, as if reading the name of an old friend he hadn't met for a long time.

He chuckled softly, "Am I the first guest in this alley, all these years?"

The red lacquered wooden door of the mansion slowly poured open, and the showers splashed fine and cascading rain on the muddy ground of the alley, Xu Qingke put away the oil paper umbrella and raised his feet into the mansion.

Xu Qingke dragged an oil-paper umbrella, the tip of the umbrella dragged out a long, more and more faint rain mark on the ground, in the mahogany on both sides, the maid who held the sound was no different from the dead, the standing position was extremely neat, holding a long lamp like a tomb maid, her face was pale and her lips were red, and there was a dying atmosphere that surrounded the mansion, which was eerie and terrifying.

These maids all have gorgeous faces like beautiful girls, standing on both sides of the wide corridor, holding lamps and bowing and standing, standing in front of the mahogany stone pillars one by one, Xu Qingke walked by, then raised a head, greeted the master with a smile on his face, it seemed to be "vivid and compelling", but in fact, he had long lost his breath, and was completely stripped of this skin, serving here all the year round, not eating or drinking, not old and not dying.

Han Yue rose to prominence in the east and was born in southern Xinjiang.

The elegant name of this Mr. Ganlu can stop children crying at night, because of the violent style that is diametrically opposed to the weak image, the ghost cultivator in southern Xinjiang was cramped and peeled by him, lit the sky lantern, and on the day of the completion of the cultivation, he opened a killing ring, and the ghosts of the 100,000-mile mountain cried wolf.

Xu Qingke's face was calm, this mansion was extremely yin, better than most of the tombs in the world, Mr. Ganlu practiced the practice of this way, someone once bluntly said, Han Yue is a clown who can't get on the stage, and he will never see the light of day, but in fact, this is not the case, Manna who came to the east soon emerged, decisive in killing, clean and neat, after returning from the north to kill the demon, the entire eastern world, no longer hear the voice of ridicule and belittlement.

This mansion, the outside is shrouded in clouds, and when you really step in, the inside is built like a small palace, and behind the corridor, a large hall is actually built.

There is another layer of thin veil in the hall, swaying with the wind, there are people in it, some people pour wine, some snuggle, some people bow down and dance, some people smile softly, sit behind the veil, the man on the throne of the temple, pour wine by himself.

Xu Qingke stopped at the end of the corridor and stared at the shadow behind the veil.

"Xu Qingke in the West?"

Mr. Ganlu paused and said, "I've heard of this name, it's a good name, and it has a clean and heroic ......."

Then he smiled and said, "I heard that you want to be Yuan Chun, and be the leader of the sheep and the fish, and the minister of the dust in the cauldron?"

Xu Qingke smiled noncommittally.

"Mr. Yuan Chun has great talent, wisdom and ambition. Xu Qingke, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, said in a clear voice, neither humble nor arrogant: "Xu is incomparable, he is not a high-spirited person, and he does not have the heart of a golden twilight." ”

"Heh......" Han Yue smiled, he looked at the thin man standing at the end of the corridor, and felt a little interesting, "In this year, if you want to be Yuan Chun, you will either starve to death or die of exhaustion, and you will be able to go to the end."

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will get a good death and contribute to the emperor's family, the Great Sui is so big in the world, if you are not careful, you will add yourself to it. ”

The wind passed by compassionately.

Xu Qingke disagreed.

"Before you came to Tiandu, I thought that the teacher that Li Bailin finally found after enduring humiliation for so many years was not any Confucian in Kyoto except Yuan Chun, but a weak scholar from a reckless background. Han Yue's indifferent voice came out: "The result made me a little disappointed...... The heirs of Shushan who held the fine snow came to Tiandu, not the third prince but the orphan who came out of Xiling, is this a big joke?"

"Mr. Zhao Rui has given the people of the world a chance, if I am in the west, then the position of Uncle Shushan will never fall into the hands of outsiders. Han Yue smiled and said: "If the prince doesn't fight, you don't fight either? In the end, you can't fight for anything." ”

Xu Qingke hummed softly.

He looked at the hall and asked softly, "What about you?"

The wind suddenly stopped.

Han Yue, who maintained the posture of raising a glass, was separated by a veil, his movements were stagnant, and the banquet of singing and dancing silently behind the flowing veil came to an abrupt end.

Xu Qingke said softly again.

"Han Yue, you fought hard, did you get it?"

The maids who were standing bowed with the palace lantern raised their heads in unison, and looked at the gentleman in green shirt who stood at the front of the corridor with their backs to them with their backs to them.

"Some people desperately want to go out into the sun, but he can't see the light, so he can't be Yuan Chun. ”

"Yuan Chun is the longest lamp in the world of the Great Sui, and he is still burning, no matter how it will be extinguished in the future, it has not stopped yet. ”

Xu Qingke looked at the hall and said calmly.

"Ganlu, I know what you're going to do. ”

"You don't want to be Yuan Chun, but you have to be that lamp. ”

"You must be a minister at the feet of the Son of Heaven, not the ...... you are now A minister at the feet of the Son of Heaven. ”

This extremely contradictory but thoughtful and terrifying sentence came out, and the porcelain cup in the hall that was held in the palm of his hand shattered with a "bang".

How much is that...... Great rebellion!

Ten steps and one column, a total of one hundred and twenty-nine steps, on both sides of the end of the corridor, twenty-four maids holding lamps, almost at the same time, disappeared in place, the wind howled, instantly crowded the space of the scholar in the green shirt within a radius of several zhang.

The maid holding the lamp with her hands on her sleeves, blowing gloomily, the lights flickering, her miserable white face facing Xu Qingke, the blood of the seven orifices kept gushing out, there was nothing in her eyes, not even the pitch-black pupils, and the red clothes were fluttering in the wind.

Yin Qi permeates people.

Xu Qingke's expression was calm and indifferent.

"I'm actually very soft-hearted. Han Yue, who crushed the porcelain cup, maintained a posture of raising one arm slightly, and Mu Ran said: "These women are not my ruthless heart back then, deliberately destroying flowers...... It's that they have something to ask for me, since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, they are not allowed to see white hair in the world, they are so good-looking, when they really whisper and beg me, in fact, I am willing to do anything for them. ”

But there is only one requirement for these twenty-four people, and they want to stay young forever. ”

Han Yue smiled, he muttered softly to himself, and muttered in a very soft voice: "At that time, I only asked them one question, I asked them, if I can keep them young forever, would you like to stay with me as a price?"

Xu Qingke narrowed his eyes.

"Those who chose to tell the truth, they were pitiful, looked at me and shook their heads, and said that they were only willing to stay with me for ten or twenty years. At that time, I understood that people are selfish, you see them, they are not even willing to pay these costs, why should I help them?" Han Yue sneered: "I stripped them of their skins and let them stay here with me, whether it is ten years or twenty years, it can be regarded as helping them but a wish." ”

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Xu Qingke was thoughtful.

He opened his mouth as the man in the main hall had wished, and continued to ask.

"What about those who nodded?"

"They are forever young, as they wish, but unlike those skins that will be thrown away in ten or twenty years, I will not leave them. Han Yue sat down and said seriously: "They will always accompany me, watch me live well in this world, and admire their appearance." ”

Xu Qingke calmly looked at the man sitting in the main hall.

"I am the devil who came out of southern Xinjiang, and I can't see the light of day. Han Yue said softly: "But I am now standing at the highest point of the eastern realm, and the scorching sun is fearless, I make deals with everyone, and those who come do not refuse, but none of them end well." ”

"You know, Mr. Qingke...... Are there any consequences for making a deal with me?"

Xu Qingke frowned, as if he was thinking about how to speak.

He shook his head.

Then he said, "Han Yue, you are a little mistaken. ”

"I didn't come to the Manna Mansion to trade with you. ”

The man behind the veil narrowed his eyes.

"I'm here to inform you of something. ”

Xu Qingke's face was flat, and his green shirt swayed, "Let me tell you, I know what you want, and what I want...... You don't necessarily know. ”

Xu Qingke paused and said, "I want to ......."

Han Yue's pupils constricted.

Above the dome, muffled thunder exploded.

Xu Qingke took out a Qingcan talisman from his sleeve and pinched it slowly.

The main hall suddenly exploded, and the red-robed maids who were crowded around Xu Qingke were caught off guard and raised their arms to cover their cheeks, and the palace lamps fell to the ground, igniting the slow flames, they screamed and wailed, and their hands couldn't cover their rotten and routed cheeks.

The loud voice is silent.

Xu Qingke looked at Han Yue in the hall, his voice had already landed, and all the living beings who heard the words in the mansion here would collapse and scatter.

Han Yue sat in the middle of the main hall, he ignored the wonderful women who fell to the ground and crawled towards the main hall, his expression was solemn and solemn, and his eyes were only the Mr. Tsing Yi who slowly held up the oil-paper umbrella in the yin wind and was about to turn around and leave.

His mind was blank, and the two words that the scholar said through the thunder light in the sky were all over and over again.

For the first time, Han Yue felt that his heartbeat was uncontrollably faster, and he was even a little restless.

"If you want to be a minister at the feet of the Son of Heaven, you only have one chance. ”

Xu Qingke raised his head and said softly: "After this spring rain, the division of the four academies will be irreparable, whether it is the eastern realm or the western realm, how much can be accepted depends on their ability." I'm going to take that road, no matter how good you Han Yue is, you have to accompany me on this trip, so ...... What's yours is mine, and I'm happy to see how much benefit the East can get. ”

Han Yue's face turned pale and said, "Xu Qingke...... Are you crazy? What the hell are you trying to do?"

The scholar holding an oil-paper umbrella squatted down and pasted the green talisman on the mahogany pillar, and he looked around and looked at the alley that had been standing in Chunhan Lane for a long time.

"The mahogany is rotten, and the house is about to collapse. ”

The rain was majestic, and the green talisman burned slowly, and in the dark night, it stubbornly and firmly ignited the mahogany pillar, and the rotten wood inside quickly burned.

It's just a starlight condensed incarnation of "Han Yue", sitting in the middle of the main hall, the Manna Mansion began to burn, and countless treasures and strange materials were sneered and damaged in the smoke, he didn't care, but his face was solemn, as if he was thinking about a big problem.

Indecisive, difficult to deal with.

Han Yue looked up.

But the rain was heavy, and the sky was not waiting.

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(1, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass!2, thank you to the alliance leader of "Tianque Murong", thank you to the alliance leader of "I am very picky in reading"!!)

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