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After standing at the door for a while, Xie Buchen slowly walked in. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The footsteps were light, almost silent.

Turning back to close the door, the voice was short.

It's too dark inside the house.

Only a little moonlight was letting in from the corner of the window.

Xie Buchen was not affected by the darkness at all, walked to the left, touched the lamp, and gently blew the wick, and a cluster of light red flames ignited in the lamp, illuminating the lamp oil brightly.

The light flickered slightly, and his eyes flickered slightly.

The figure was cast on the ground by the lights, and it was pulled into a thick black, and the thinner it was, the more lonely it looked.

The whole wooden house was much brighter.

Xie Buchen walked towards the next lamp again, and one by one blew up all the lights in the room, so he saw that the room was full of light.

But when he stood in front of the last oil lamp, he looked at the wick that had been burned to inky black, but suddenly he was in a trance

In the light, there seemed to be a figure suddenly.

She stood in front of another lamp, the light that had just been lit, still a little faint, and not very bright to look at.

With a flip of her hand, she pulled out the simple silver hairpin on her head, and with the pointed end, she approached the lamp and gently flicked it.

The wick moved, and the flame lit up a little.

The surrounding lights also brightened a little.

So, standing by the lamplight, her figure, face, and even the light smile on her face lit up.

"Crackling. ”

A spark suddenly burst out from the wick, and the whole flame trembled violently.

The illusion in the light of the light suddenly disappeared completely.

Xie Buchen stood in front of this lamp, looking back at the lamp lit by himself, and there was an indescribable feeling.

The lights of the old days......

Someone has lit it up for him, waiting for him to return.

The room was full of cold silence.

He didn't know why, but he left the last lamp and didn't light it, but only passed by the wall where the book was placed, and without looking at the various ancient books placed in it, he came to the bookcase.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, all available.

He had cleaned up neatly before leaving, but perhaps because the window had not been closed, a few pages of rice paper were blown up by the wind and scattered to the ground.

He bent over, picked up page by page, and placed it on the table.

Sitting in front of the desk, Xie Buchen spread out a page of rice paper, as if he wanted to write something.

Just holding the pen and getting up, when the ink fell, the tip that licked the ink left a trembling mark on the paper.

“……”

His gaze fell on the crooked ink marks, and he did not move for a long time.

The ink that was too full finally condensed into a drop, fell on the snow-white paper, stained a piece, and was shocking.

At that moment, Xie Buchen only felt that his whole heart trembled.

It was as if this drop of ink was not dripping on the paper, but on his heart.

The ripples rippled away, and in an instant they had turned into raging waves, washing in his body, in the depths of his blood.

Beneath the calm ground lies a turbulent undercurrent, and among the green mountains there is boiling magma.

Slowly, he put the pen back on the mountain.

Withdrawing his hand, Xie Buchen looked carefully.

The cyan veins snaked in his palm, and there was an uncontrollable trembling.

The blood was boiling and colliding, screaming, trying to rush out......

Too hot

Too boiling.

He felt a pain that bordered on burning.

Xie Buchen's eyes drooped slightly, and he calmly stretched out his hand, and pointed like a knife, slashing in the palm of his hand.

Brush.

A line of blood suddenly appeared in the palm of the clean palm.

Blood poured out of the wound.

He just watched quietly.

It was as if watching the blood with temperature slowly flow out of the body, which could take away the almost burning heat, the almost scorching pain, and calm down and calm down again.

Become......

The self he knew.

Maybe it was because of the pain, maybe it was because of the blood loss, maybe it was because of the heat, and finally as the blood flowed out, Xie Buchen's face gradually showed a paleness.

The trembling fingers finally stopped trembling and rested quietly in a small pool of blood.

Seemingly, they were back in his hands.

Xie Buchen raised his eyes, and the abdomen of his right finger slowly pulled over the blood mark, and the scar quickly healed and disappeared into his palm.

There were only a few remnants of blood.

Under his eyes, he finally returned to that almost indifferent calmness.

took the silk cloth next to him to wipe his hands, and Xie Buchen wiped the blood stains stuck in his palms little by little, carefully, and even elegantly.

It wasn't until he could no longer see the slightest hint of bright red that he slowly withdrew his hand and put the silk cloth on top of the bookcase.

A thin wind blew outside the window, ruffling his hair that hung over his broad shoulders, only a little at the ends of his hair, with a little softness.

His gaze slowly lifted, and he naturally fell on the sword hanging on the wall.

Seven points of spirit.

The jet-black scabbard does not reflect any luster, and the whole body exudes a sense of coldness.

"Good and Evil......

The choice made, the price paid.

A knife out of the sheath, an arrow off the string.

Xie Buchen finally calmed down, a heart is like an ancient well.

There is a bright moon in the sky outside, and it is bright and bright.

Xie Buchen sat in the house until late at night, and in his mind, the words that Hengxu Zhenren said, his thin lips pursed, and suddenly bent a line.

"Aomine-an......"

The five fingers opened and slowly closed

It's as if everything is known to him, everything is under his control.

On the side of the bookcase, the open book is still the same page he had read when he left two years ago.

The ink exudes a bit of fragrance, as if there is a little bit of dust.

"I was born only to chase deer......"

Xie Buchen's lips moved slightly, almost muttering, slowly retracted his gaze, got up from his seat, walked to the window, and pushed the window completely open.

Hula.

The cool breeze of the night blew in and lifted his robe.

On the table behind him, the paper that had not been written, and which had been written, flew up and fell to the ground again.

From here, you can see the quiet lake below the main peak of Kunwu in the distance.

The lonely moon cast her figure on the surface of the lake, and in the sky and on the ground, she had two moons at once.

Xie Buchen rode out of the wind, and his cyan robe disappeared into the mountains and forests, swayed down, and fell to the lake below.

A wooden boardwalk starts from the edge of the lake and extends towards the middle of the lake.

At the end of the plank road, there is a wooden chess table, the lines of the annual rings are still clear, and there is still a remnant of the old game of chess on it.

Slowly coming to the end of the plank road, Xie Buchen didn't look at the remnant chess, and turned over into the lake.

"Whoa. ”

There was the sound of a pool of breaking waves when entering the water.

The peace of the entire lake was shattered, and the moonlight of the lake was kneaded into a full lake of waves, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

At the bottom of the lake, a long sword pierced deep into the middle of the lake.

Like a king, sitting on a lonely throne.

Only a small part of the light and shadow on the surface of the lake can fall on it, but the qi of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, have been gathered on its sword body by the entire Pinghu.

The old sword was unsheathed, three feet and five points.

The whole body is black, but on the sword body is cast an almost gray map of the hundred and two mountains and rivers, with an ancient and clumsy atmosphere, which is an ancient map.

The long sword is blunt, but it has its own meaning of immensity.

Xie Buchen's hand stretched out from the icy lake water and calmly grasped the sword.

There is no vision of heaven and earth, and there is no movement in the lake.

There was only an inexplicable aura that enveloped him as he drew his sword.

Sword Name: The Human Emperor!

A few glimmers of light poured out from the bottom of his eyes, Xie Buchen looked at the map of mountains and rivers on the sword, and finally gathered all his emotions and slowly floated to the center of the lake.

Covered in soaked robes and holding only the black and dull sword, Xie Buchen walked from the middle of the lake.

On the old plank road, the chess table is also old, and the round chess pieces are placed on it

Xie Buchen didn't care about it originally, this was just the endgame left by his own game, and as soon as his footsteps turned, he was about to leave from here.

It's just that......

After taking one step, something flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning.

Xie Buchen suddenly stopped and looked back at the chessboard.

It's different.

His gaze fell on a few corners of the chessboard and squinted slightly.

Near Tian Yuan, there are a few more chess pieces.

The fight is even more intense.

-- Someone has played this game.

Moreover, its chess move has reached the point of confusing the real with the fake.

He played countless chess, and left countless similar chess games, so that at first glance, he did not realize that there were several more chess pieces on this chessboard than the original.

The move of the man who continued to play chess was the same as the one he had played before.

The same ruthless and decisive, the same step-by-step killing!

The moon is shining in the sky.

The ripples on the surface of the lake have gradually calmed down.

On the opposite side of the chessboard, it seems that there is an opponent who can't see clearly, holding chess pieces in his hand, falling one by one, calmly and repeatedly......

This feeling......

Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly, and at this moment, he raised his sword and slashed through the wooden chess table!

The sword is flashing!

Wow!

The blunt blade sword fell, and the chess table was divided into two halves without hindrance, and the black and white chess pieces suddenly mixed together, crackling, and many splashed on the plank road, and also splashed into the lake.

The sparkle rippled again, but there was only -

Full of Killing!

Xie Buchen put away his sword and stood, only glancing at the chess pieces scattered all over the ground.

The emperor of the tenth generation, the first generation is not a minister.

Hundreds of cliffs, there is no place to retreat.

The green robe was dark, like ink, and he turned away, gradually disappearing into the shadowy dense forest.

Within the bay of the Jiutou River, the forest is full of trees, and it is reckless.

The moon shines down, and there is silence on the entire main peak of Kunwu.

The door to the guest room creaks open.

Seeing that he walked out, holding a jade slip in his hand, he turned around and saluted the door: "Some trouble, I am too hospitable to the teacher, it is getting late, so please ask the master to stay." ”

"Watch out all the way

。 ”

Mrs. Yuxin stood in front of the door, her face was a little dull, but there was a bit of kindness in her eyes, and she nodded slightly towards the sorrow.

Nie Xiaowan stood beside Mrs. Yuxin, and Baba looked at her, as if she was a little reluctant.

As soon as the morning dawns, I see that Senior Sister Sorrow is going to go to the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery with everyone, but I am afraid that I will not be able to see it for a while, and the hidden world is dangerous, God knows what will happen.

Seeing Nie Xiaowan's worried state, he only handed over a reassuring smile.

She came by starry night today as a result of a long period of thought.

The trip to the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery, only from the description of Xie Buchen's words on the Crane Hall today, is only afraid of being dangerous and abnormal.

Not to mention the first time I met Nie Xiaowan in the past, in order to solve their troubles, Fudao Mountain slashed towards the inner middle with a sword, what a momentum.

They are now a group of six people, except for Xie Buchen, none of them know the situation in the hidden realm, what Xie Buchen said seems to be detailed, it can be seen that how dare he believe what this person said?

Xie Buchen killed his wife and testified that she was the "wife" who was killed.

Hengxu Zhenren went to the isolated island in the world and accepted Xie Buchen as an apprentice, but did he really not know his identity?

In this way, the two people who are the sworn enemies of the former husband and wife today are on the same road......

Say that you don't harbor evil intentions?

I don't believe it.

Xie Buchen alone knew the situation in the hidden realm, and if he wanted to guide them, it was equivalent to asking them to hand over half of their lives to Xie Buchen.

Seeing that sorrow is a person who has died once, how dare he be calculated a second time?

After returning from the palace, seeing that he was worried and worried, he finally stopped the rest of the people, including Lu Xiangleng, and told him his thoughts.

Such as Playboy, Xiahou Amnesty, Zuoliu, Lu Xiangleng.

Except for one left-class who doesn't know how to be absent-minded recently, which of the other three is not a smart person?

No one wants to be held in their hands and be controlled everywhere.

What's more, on the Hall of a Crane, the feeling revealed by Xie Buchen's words is already vigilant enough.

They met at the small meeting, and although the relationship was not necessarily very good, they were much more familiar than Xie Buchen.

In this case, how can an unfamiliar person be trusted with all the circumstances of the hidden world?

Therefore, after seeing the sorrow and saying their plans, the rest of the people all agreed.

So, tonight, when I saw sorrow, I visited the Jade Heart Master and Nie Xiaowan, and asked them to contact Zhang Sui and Zhou Mad, who had already been returned to the faction, to count all the things they had seen and heard in the hidden world, and to take back a map of the hidden world where they went.

It wasn't until this time that she realized that her worries had been fully fulfilled.

What His Royal Highness Xie Buchen said, he really has reservations!

Comparing the two people's accounts of what they saw and heard in the hidden world, seven or eight percent of them can be matched, and the rest are different because of the different paths they choose

But on top of these seven or eighty percent of the same, Nie Xiaowan encountered several dangers, but they were all carried out in a few words in Xie Buchen's narrative, and the rest of the dangers were explained in detail.

It can be seen that his brief remarks are not a coincidence.

Xie Buchen's wisdom is profound, even if he sees her come back from the dead for the first time, his heart is shaken, but he is afraid that he will subconsciously avoid everything that is unfavorable to him.

Just as the temple of a crane said, true and false......

If it weren't for the fact that he had already killed him, he didn't want to be restrained by him, and he didn't want to lose the opportunity, so he asked Nie Xiaowan to inquire about the situation in the hidden realm today, who knew that when he was talking to Hengxu Zhenren, he actually had something to hide?

All kinds of thoughts crossed in my heart, and my face was still calm.

She said goodbye to Master Yuxin and Nie Xiaowan, and was about to walk down the steps.

It's just that when I arrived in the courtyard below, the jade heart master behind me suddenly spoke: "See the sorrowful little friend." ”

Seeing that his footsteps stopped, he turned around and said, "Master Yuxin?"

"Although I don't know Xiaoyou, I feel that I have a fate. Farewell, but please look up. ”

Mrs. Yuxin stood in front of the house, smiled, and without saying more, closed the door.

Seeing that he was slightly stunned, he looked at the door for a while, stood in place, and slowly raised his head.

I don't know when, the moonlight has faded.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, floating in the deep blue night sky, covering the bright moon, and it was not revealed for a long time.

The entire Kunwu mountain is hidden in the shadow it casts.

His brows were furrowed, and he understood a little, and he didn't understand.

Although she disguised herself well, but now she is full of calm, only full of calculations and murderous intentions......

Master Yuxin is such a person, who has a clear mind and can see what ordinary people can't see.

It's just that......

What's so bad about killing?

The night breeze is blowing, and in the cold of autumn, there is a bitter chill.

Seeing that he was worried about his hands, his fingers rubbed the somewhat cold jade slip, walked in the night breeze, and walked out slowly.

Not far from the mountain road, there are four waiting figures.

For example, the playboy clings to a paper fan, sits on the thick branches of an old pine tree coiled among the stones, and yawns lazily;

Xiahou Yu was silent, sitting cross-legged on the steps on one side, pranayama with his eyes closed;

Lu Xiangleng held a jade slip in his hand, as if he was reading the contents of it, with a thoughtful look from time to time, and his eyes were full of wisdom;

Only the left stream, squatting beside the mountain road, carrying the legs of a little blue-skinned mantis in his hand, with a smug expression: "Little sample, dare to harass your grandfather and me, believe it or not, I will kill you!"

From afar, when I saw sorrow, I heard this sentence and smiled slightly.

She walked over

The four immediately noticed her.

Like a playboy jumping down from a tree, Xiahou Yu opened his eyes and threw the little mantis on the left, while Lu Xiangleng turned his head and walked towards her.

"Is it okay to see the sorrowful Taoist friend?"

"This is the map of the hidden realm that Senior Sister Xiaowan drew for me. ”

Seeing that the hand behind his back stretched out, spread out, and lay the jade slip in his palm.

Zuo Liu was suddenly anxious, the first to snatch the jade slip to see, just with a sweep of spiritual sense, there was a lot of information in his mind, he was stunned: "This ......"

"Take it. ”

For example, the playboy's eyes flashed with a few essences, and he directly withdrew the jade slip from the left stream's hand, laughed, and swept it away.

The next moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

Xiahou Yu came to the side not far from Jianchou, and together with Lu Xiangleng, he took Yu Jian to see it one after another, and they all frowned.

Lu Xiangleng finally handed back the jade slip and smiled slightly: "It seems that in the Yihe Palace, what Xie Daoyou said is somewhat different from what Senior Sister Nie has experienced. ”

"Kunwu people, where is the fuel-efficient lamp?"

Like the emotion on the face of the playboy, but he is not worried at all, and seems to have infinite interest.

Seeing that he held Yu Jian in his hand, there was a wise light flowing in his eyes, and he only said: "On this trip, he is alone, and we are five ......."

In the shallow tone, there is a little bit of undetectable Tranquility.

Even if you are as clever as a demon, how can you be defeated......

He only glanced at the other four people and smiled sadly.

How many fuel-efficient lamps are there here?

The little praying mantis that was thrown away by the left stream crawled over in a panic, and it didn't know whether it was dead or alive and crashed into the feet of Jianchou.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at it, just like an ant, and moved her steps three inches away indifferently.

So, the praying mantis swayed and fled for his life.

She said no more, only turned around, stood at the front of the mountain path, and looked at the distance of the mountain, the end of the sky, with the other four.

A strange sense of tacit understanding, faintly lingering.

The mountains are full of dew.

The night is coming to an end, and the sky is dawning.

The Jiutou River in the distance flows endlessly, hustle and bustle in the dreams of countless people.

Seeing that he was pinching the jade slip, he stood with his hands in his hands, slightly moistening the white robe of the moon, and raised for the wind of the dawn, which was full of calmness and murderous intent.

Wait, dawn.

Wait, a chance to draw your sword and slaughter!

The hidden world has very good feng shui, and it should be a good place to be buried.