"Changsheng, look at it. When Jiang Jue said this, he didn't look at Changsheng, his gaze seemed to fall on the raging rain in front of him, and it seemed to have penetrated through these rain curtains and landed somewhere out of reach.

Changsheng didn't stop stroking the qin when he heard this, but he subconsciously looked up at Jiang Jue, and all that fell into his eyes was the lonely back of the man jumping off the edge of the window.

So what the hell does this guy want him to see?Changsheng couldn't help frowning as he looked at Jiang Jue's back, for some reason the joke he had with Jiang Jue before always came to his mind.

Now that it's pouring rain outside the pavilion, there's no way you're really going to dance to this song at this time, right?

Thinking of this, Changsheng couldn't help but laugh a little, he shook his head and put down this impossible guess, and he didn't explore the meaning of Jiang Jue's words, he just calmed down and continued to pluck the strings.

Although he couldn't guess what Jiang Jue was thinking now, he was not so slow that he couldn't detect the abnormality of Jiang Jue today. Maybe he didn't even notice that his brow was so deep before, and between his eyebrows was hidden a boredom that spirits couldn't soothe either.

"The last word, it's not finished yet......" Changsheng was still singing in a low voice. Xu is the rain outside is too violent, and after his singing penetrates the rainstorm, it seems to be infected with a bit of lingering coolness.

When Changsheng sang this sentence, he naturally lowered his eyes and looked at the general who was standing in the rain, and the general who turned his back to him also happened to make a move at this moment, only to see the man lazily raise his hand and untie the black cloth wrapped around the long sword.

The movement of untying the cloth was slow, but his straight back completely obscured the long sword in his hand, and all Changsheng could catch a glimpse of was the faint dark light on the scabbard.

Seeing this, Changsheng's handsome face crossed a look of unknown meaning, and the next lyrics also slowly flowed out with the sound of the piano: "This Jin Ge Iron Horse, the sword king is ......"

As soon as this sentence fell, the black strips of cloth bound to the long sword of Jiang Jue suddenly faded, and the messy strips of cloth scattered in the rain seemed to be wrapped in an arrogant wave of qi, wantonly cutting through the mist that filled the surroundings. The moment the strips of cloth faded, the long sword in the hand of the Commander was finally exposed to the air.

However, the action of throwing Jue away from the scabbard was diametrically opposed to when he unwrapped the strip of cloth, and his movements were so fast and fast at that moment that Changsheng still didn't see what the scabbard that was thrown away looked like.

However, at this time, Changsheng's attention was not on the scabbard at all, he quietly stared at the general outside the pavilion, and felt a little trance for a while.

If the general who untied the cloth was still full of laziness and fatigue, then the general who held the long sword seemed to be reborn.

Now the whole body of the general seemed to be overflowing with terrifying blood, and for a moment Changsheng even thought that this man was not standing in the torrential rain at all, but soaked in the boundless sea of blood.

This should have been a terrifying scene, but the immortal who had been watching the extinct immortal in the pavilion suddenly smiled silently.

He thought he might be really crazy. Because at this moment, not only did he not feel that Jiang was a dangerous person, but he also saw the other party's righteousness from the back of this man.

It's really a hellish uprightness, normal people will only think that this man is full of white bones behind him, okay!

Changsheng closed his eyes in self-abandonment, he thought that something might be wrong with his eyes today. Through the back of the general, he not only saw the righteousness of this man, but also the madness and loneliness in this guy's bones.

Vaguely, Changsheng seemed to be bewildered by the aura around him, and he actually had the illusion that he had really stepped into a blood-colored battlefield. And in the center of the battlefield, there was only a man dressed in black and holding a long sword standing with his back to him.

"The horn whimpered in the ......"

"Whose shirt is it stained with blood?"

Changsheng sang the lyrics with a complicated expression, and he knew that he would never be able to hear his singing. I have to say that the aura of the general is very similar to the general depicted in his words.

The so-called hero's end is probably just that.

Changsheng's curiosity has never been heavy, but now he is suddenly a little curious, he is curious about what kind of expression the general with his back to him will be at this moment, and the next second he really got the answer to this question.

Because when he had finished singing these words, the general who was holding the sword turned to look at him. With just one glance, Changsheng almost missed and plucked the strings.

Changsheng never thought that this man was actually smiling at this moment. The general's smile is full of twelve points of rebelliousness, he seems to be wrapped in all the arrogance in the world to descend into the world, and the whole person is incredibly sharp.

The man's change in this moment was too great, and such a change made Changsheng's heart swell with a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

He vaguely felt that the other party was no longer the guy who had been with him for a long time before, and now the man who looked at him was more like ...... The immortal emperor who sang in his song will be extinct.

No, maybe it's not just about the likeness. Changsheng's brows furrowed at some point, and he forced himself to endure those complicated thoughts, as if he didn't realize it, he continued to sit in the pavilion and play:

"The past is difficult to re-examine 1, and who is the fate?"

With this lyric, Jiang Jue gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and then he raised his hand and waved the dark long sword.

The man's sword was as lazy and careless as he was when he untied the strip of cloth. But it was such a seemingly random sword move, but it seemed to carry a surging flame, full of crazy and blazing momentum.

The rain curtain on the entire island seemed to be ignited by the man's blood, and the spreading mist gradually covered the expression on the face of the general, and Changsheng could only guess his vigor at the moment from the corner of the man's lips.

"The jade daughter, the fame of Lilu, is just that passing cloud!"

The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the moment he swung his sword, he had already withdrawn the spiritual power around him, so his whole body was drowned in the torrential rain.

However, instead of stopping the man's movements, this crushing rainstorm stimulated the wildness he had been suppressing, and he poured the wine mixed with the rain while dancing his sword without care.

In fact, anyone who sees Jiang Jue's movements at this moment will not think that he is dancing a sword. What sword-wielding man has the insolent killing intent that can soar into the sky? And what sword-wielding man can perform such exquisite sword moves?

But Changsheng just felt that Jiang Jue was dancing with a sword at this moment. Even though the sword of the general was imposing on it, it was impossible for an ordinary sword dancer, but he knew that this man must be dancing the sword.

Shogun was just doing this in response to his previous joke, and he was using the unsheathed fierce sword to accompany this song with a unique sword dance.

That's exactly what Jiang definitely thinks. It's just that he doesn't know how to dance a sword at all, and what he knows is only the purest killing moves, so what he uses today are those sword moves that even the Immortal Emperor is afraid of.

In fact, even if these sword moves are all killer moves? These sword moves were all created by him at the time of life and death, and each move suppressed his mood for a hundred years, and it was really suitable to accompany this song composed for him.

When he swung his sword, his mood was a little calmer, and after glancing at those gratuitous irritability, his whole person was only the purest strength and ferocity.

I saw that Jiang Jue flipped his wrist and continued to swing his sword, and the rain that was finally connected again was cut neatly in an instant, and it couldn't even fall again for a long time. At that moment, the man's body seemed to be still, and it seemed that even the rain was silent.

Changsheng glanced down at his fingers stroking the qin, and his fingers trembled lightly at some point. But it's not because he's scared of dying, it's that he's about to lose control of his feelings.

Changsheng admits that his emotional intelligence is not low, and he knows very well what type he likes. He admires women who are calm and not lacking in tenderness, as well as men who are lazy and fierce.

Xu is due to his personality, he rarely has a heart-to-heart with people, so far, the person who has the deepest friendship with him seems to be the guy downstairs who has been with him for a long time, and it is even more coincidental that this guy is completely his ideal type.

Changsheng has always been a little jealous of his true identity, he knows that he can't afford to provoke this man with the word "dangerous" written on it from the inside out, so even if he has a little guess, he will never really explore these things clearly.

It's a pity that the emotional thing is very troublesome, and once it is ignited, it doesn't listen to the orders of reason at all. Even if he controls his feelings well on weekdays, there will eventually be times when he can't control them, such as ...... Right now.

The identity of the general is obviously about to come out, but he has no idea of breaking it because of this heartbeat. Because if some things are broken, they are afraid that they will no longer be able to get along with each other as freely as before.

"Joys and sorrows are always ruthless 2, and who listens to the broken strings 3?"

"The sword is the road, the white bone is the screen, but it can't withstand the waves...... "After Changsheng finished singing these two sentences, the strings between his fingers suddenly snapped, and after hearing the abrupt sound of the piano, he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Changsheng upstairs.

There was no hint of surprise on Changsheng's face, although this piece was not finished, it should have ended here. In fact, even if the strings are not broken today, he will not continue to play.

Because the heart is uneven, it is difficult to stroke the piano calmly. 166 Reading Network