Smoke comes from the mountains, and the leaves fall from the bamboo. The smoke and rain are like hazy, blowing off the autumn wind, the water droplets and bamboo leaves are more and more green, and the seven points are cold.

"It's raining. "In the depths of the valley, the green silk and white hair are chaotic in the window, and the people in white look far away, and their empty eyes are blank.

The small cough of the bowed head was hidden in the drizzle, scattered like the splashing sound of streams.

"Master. The blue cloth was as gentle as a butterfly, and the girl's voice was soft and gentle, and she slammed the door and entered.

Lan Suwan gently put down the dark tray in her hand and laid down the dinner. After tiring his hands, he raised his eyes to see the slanting rain in the small window, and stepped forward to cover it lightly: "Master, when the window is cold in the rain, you are not overly cold, be careful." ”

The man in white sat quietly in a wooden wheelchair, lowered his eyes when he heard the words, and nodded.

The wooden windows were closed, the light in the room was dim, and the man in blue lit a candle.

Placing the lamp on the desk, I looked down and inadvertently saw a few lines of small characters written by the woman in front of the window. The hand holding the lamp couldn't help but be shocked, and his eyes were stunned. "Master?!"

"This is the reason for what you asked. The man in white spoke lightly, knowing that she had seen the Xuan Paper Xingshu.

With the lamp on the case, the girl in blue was a little flustered on her face, and knelt down in front of the woman: "Master, the disciple doesn't know ......"

Duanmu Xiaoxian's face was calm and calm, and there were not many waves: "Even if you know, there is no fault." ”

The cold and slender snow-colored hair on the woman's sideburns refracted a faint light in the candle flame, and she continued: "What you asked, one, Qing'e Gong lost, the two gates of the rivers and lakes, knowing that there was a big difficulty, why didn't the teacher warn and warn and help......;

Sighing very softly, Duanmu Xiaoxian looked in the direction of the girl in blue. "Actually, two years ago, I left Yun Xiao alone in Qingfeng Village, and you still haven't been able to let go...... But?"

The girl in blue turned slightly pale, bit her lip, and said in a very soft voice: "The disciple doesn't dare." ”

Duanmu Xiaoxian raised his head: "If you have been relieved, you will not have this question." The woman's voice was cold and indifferent: "Actually, what you want to ask is the disaster between Qing'e She and the public loser, if Yun Xiao has been involved, will the teacher really ignore him." ”

"Master's expectation is that there will never be anything wrong. Lan Suwan knelt on the ground straight, hesitated for a moment, and the look of worry on her face appeared: "Xiao Lan doesn't know how the junior brother was involved in the disaster of these two families, he should have practiced the sword well in Qingfeng Village...... However, Elder Chen sent a letter to ask, mentioning his junior brother...... The carrier pigeon sent back by the senior sister to Qingfeng Village was eaten by Ah Zi again, Xiaolan was really worried...... biting her lip slightly, Lan Suwan said again: "Senior sister said that the master just speculated casually, and the junior brother is not necessarily involved...... However, the disciples felt that the master's heart was like a mirror, and since he had already spoken, most of them had already felt something...... Thinking about it this way, Qing'e House and Sword Sacrifice Villa, none of them are forces that can be underestimated on the rivers and lakes, and the junior brother is only sixteen years old, even if he is sensitive and appropriate, once he is involved, he is afraid that it will be difficult to be good...... Lan Suwan glanced up at the man in white, lowered his head and said again: "...... The disciple is incompetent, so he can only come to the master and father. ”

The man in white sat in a chair and looked down silently.

Lan Suwan saw that he was silent, and the anxiety in her heart for a few days finally turned into grievances, and she couldn't help but reddened her eyes slightly: "Master...... Even though the junior brother was rude when he first entered the valley, but now five years have passed, and he has forgotten the dust before worshipping you as a teacher, and his heart has already changed, and he is especially deferential and affectionate to you, Master ......"

Duanmu Xiaoxian sighed again and interrupted the words of the people on the ground: "...... I know you're worried about Xiao'er's safety. However, if Qing'e House and Sacrificial Sword Villa knew that he was a disciple of the descendants of Qingyun Jian, they would have some concerns and would not make a rash move. The man in white looked pale, and said quietly: "And you really underestimate Xiao Er, although he is young, he is talented, sensitive, prudent and thoughtful, and can be independent of the rivers and lakes than the three of you." ”

Lan Suwan raised her head and looked at the man in white in a daze.

"What you just saw on the table is not the previous sentence that worries about the teacher. Duanmu Xiaoxian frowned, and his voice turned deeper: "It's that sentence, 'Don't be a disaster if the heavens warn'." After a moment of contemplation, the expression of the man in white became solemn and indifferent, and she said: "The implication of this is that if the teacher intervenes, it will not only be useless, but may cause trouble...... It's not just a misfortune for the teacher. The woman said, "Therefore, the master is cautious and does not want to interfere." ”

Lan Suwan was confused between her eyebrows, and her eyes were worried.

Duanmu Xiaoxian was silent for a long time, and closed his eyes lightly: "You go down first, think about it for the teacher." ”

The man in blue had no choice but to get up and obediently withdraw from the Drinking Bamboo House.

Walking to the front corridor, Lan Suwan's eyes were a little worried, looking at the rain curtain in the mountains, biting her lip and saying nothing.

In front of the inner window, the candle flickered brightly and dimly, reflecting a few lines of cold and clear books on the case:

The evil of fate, want to come out of the east, life belongs to the green dragon, Huixing should be avoided, the collision is difficult, and nine deaths are alive. Heaven warns don't do evil.

When Duanmu sat quietly for a long time, he turned his head again to listen to the sound of the slanting wind and drizzle outside the window.

The candles in the house were deep and dark, and the ghost ghost was old in Wei Xing's land, and the words she said inadvertently rang in her ears.

"The destined inheritor of Qingyun Jian died in the hands of the disciples of the strange blood clan under the door before he could receive it, and the ninth descendant of Qingyun Jian will fall into the sky, start Qiang, and cause disaster to the people. ”

Duanmu Xiaoxian's eyes were extremely quiet.

It is a wood, located in the east, and is a green dragon.

Inadvertently sighed, and the green silk slid down the side of the shoulder, like ink, black and white. The man on the chair murmured softly: "One and both, neither should be done, the cause and effect should be avoided, and what should manpower do in it?"

The autumn wind is cold, the drizzle is light, the deep valley is secluded, and the people are confused.

……

Xuzhou, Guangling County.

A group of three horsemen rode into the city, on the south street, the woman in the strong clothes saw from a distance that the white flags were hung on both sides of the vermilion lacquer gate with the sword hanging in front of the door, and she couldn't help but be surprised: "Childe!"

Jiuli immediately said: "Is there something wrong with the public loser?"

Zhu Mei Liyan, the jade fan in the hand of the man in white turned, the snow-colored tassel swayed lightly, and the person on the horse raised his eyebrows slightly: "Isn't Ming Mo also dead?"

At this time, there happened to be a brocade curtain cart drawn by the three of them, and when they heard the words, they stopped the horse with a long sigh, and an old man in a yellow brocade cloak in the car lifted the curtain and said angrily: "This son has a vicious mouth, and he curses my master when he exits...... Do you know whose territory is this Guangling County?"

Mei Shuying turned her head when she heard the sound, looked sideways, and saw that the person who got off the car was getting older and older, his eyes were bright and heavy, and his beard was thick and long. Under the cloak, Zhang Chi's powerful muscles and bones are faintly visible.

The white-clothed man had a calm face, and his expression was a little cold: "My son knows that this is the realm of the public loser, but what if he knows?"

Jiu Li coughed, and immediately stepped forward to attach his ear to the white-clothed man: "Childe, this person is the revenge of the public." I've never seen Childe. ”

The swordsmith that Gong Yi Ming relied on the most.

Mei Shuying raised her eyebrows slightly. This person is no one who is disrespectful in the public loser.

The jade fan turned leisurely, and the man in white thought about it, then he also smiled at the old man and explained: "This son has no intention of cursing the old man, but just wants to ask him to die later, don't get together in this gear to let this son run for nothing, that's all." ”

"That's all?" the old man's face turned pale when he heard this.

Yingli stepped on the side, and her face was unwavering: "Childe, don't explain." Don't just open your mouth. ”

Mei Shuying frowned, and turned her eyes to look at the woman beside her coldly: "Yingli, your courage is getting fatter and fatter, dare to preach this son?"

Yingli lowered her head and lowered her eyes: "The subordinates don't dare." ”

"You've done it. ”

“…… Be. ”

Snorted coldly, the old man blew his long hair, his eyes were round, and he looked directly at the white-clothed man who was holding a fan in his hand and decorated with red plums and said, "The old man can't see the most is you and this kind of wandering swinger who has no one in his eyes." The muscles and bones under the cloak were slightly opened, and the old man snorted again: "The face is white and beardless, the hands are not tied to the chicken, only one mouth and sharp teeth, compared to the woman in the boudoir." ”

Nine glass, Yingli was stunned. He then paced backwards and took three steps back.

Mei Shuying looked at the old man in the long beard and broad robe next to the carriage, and only smiled on her face.

……

In the Sacrificial Sword Villa, the white curtain has not stopped.

On the mourning hall, the young man in Tsing Yi arrived in time and caught the red-clothed girl who had fainted.

Yun Xiao's heart shook slightly, and he reached out and quickly checked the girl's pulse, knowing that he was just unstable and there was no major problem, so he also let go of his heart.

At this time, he raised his head and wanted to speak, but the man in brocade and ink a few steps away staggered under his feet and closed his eyes.

"Little master!"

"Owner!"

The man in the green shirt was slightly startled, and stood aside with the girl, watching the housekeeper and a few people help the man down.

The man in ink dripped blood all the way to the ground, obviously injured a lot.

A young man on the left side of the jade coffin in the mourning hall drew his sword and stood up, pointed at the girl in Yun Xiao's arms and said: "Even if this girl is the junior sister of the eldest young lady, it is too unscrupulous to break into the public loser's house and hurt the owner of my Sword Sacrifice Villa, it is too much to look at!"

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, someone immediately got up and echoed: "That's right! What about the county lord?!"

"The little girl is too bold!"

"Huh. A bland woman's laughter came from far and near, and several family members led a plain-clothed woman into the mourning hall.

Jia Ding explained: "This girl said that she was an old friend of the young lady and came in to worship. Turning to the last old woman on the right side of the mourning hall, the family member respectfully retreated.

Guo Xiaoyu walked to Yun Xiao's side, took Ah Yue over, leaned on his body, and said gently: "If Ah Yue is rude and reckless, it will be sad." Glancing at the bloodstains on the ground, the plain-clothed man said again: "If the shot is heavy, please don't be too relieved." ”

"Don't worry?" The young man who had exited earlier pointed to the sword and said, "Don't worry, ask her to stab me with a sword." ”

Guo Xiaoyu's face was still quiet, but his eyes were cold: "If you have to rest assured, when Fengyazi comes, you should also kill some people, and then a few of them will be counted with their master and apprentice, isn't it better?"

The faces of the few people who had previously exited changed slightly, and they swallowed.

"Who are the two?" At the top of the right side of the mourning hall, an old woman in a dark partial skirt looked at Guo Xiaoyu and Yun Xiao, got up and asked.