Thousands of miles of lonely souls, win the world's platinum and silver; Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is not exhaustive, alone, the road is not exhausted, and the monument is old.

--- loneliness and lovesickness

Sima Qingye and his daughter and Zhang Zhitian surrounded the "crackling" firewood pile, each holding a bamboo stick with rabbit meat in their hands, and the rabbit meat was brushed with bright and shaky meat, and the aroma of meat continued to permeate the surrounding forests. A few servants were also tending to their supper by the fire, and their appetites were so great that they began to move at five or six o'clock in time, and a few of them chatted about some common things, and soon they were full of wine and food, and fell asleep, and fell asleep, and in a while they fell asleep by the fire.

Sima Qingye was in high spirits, gushing to Zhang Zhitian about the strange things in the mainland, Zhang Zhitian and Shangguan Liucai listened tirelessly to Sima Qingye's speech, deeply immersed in the anecdotes, Shangguan Qingye was also a little complacent, and even more heart-wrenching. All of a sudden, Zhang Zhitian and Shangguan Liucai listened while eating, and drank a little wine from time to time; Shangguan Qingye drank wine from time to time to moisten his throat.

The wind rose for a while, the moon hung in the middle, and the dark night was already deeply filled, and the stars were swallowed up by the night, and there was only darkness.

Shangguan Qingye looked at the bright moonlight, sniffed carefully in the air, and whispered: "Hold your breath, pretend to be drugged and fall down, eat this, don't be discovered." Shangguan Qingye naturally raised the jar and touched Zhang Zhitian and Shangguan Liucai, and threw the yellow pill into the wine jar of the two, and the three of them tacitly dried the wine, and then fainted to the ground. Shangguan Qingye vaguely flicked a piece of incense into the pyre, and the incense burned and drifted around with the smoke of the firewood.

The pyre was still crackling, but the three of them had fallen to the ground and were surrounding the pyre.

The wind was still blowing, the moon was still in the middle, it was very quiet, there were no insects chirping or birds chirping, and the sound of people's heartbeats could be heard, and after a while, someone came out of the darkness lightly, followed by a second person, a third person,。。。。。。 Until twenty-two people appeared neatly at the pyre.

It's only a short period of time, a few breaths.

Nearly 30 people, if you only listen with your ears, there is only the faint breathing sound of the servants and Shangguan Aoba, and the "crackling" sound of the firewood pile from time to time, which is extremely quiet, and there is no insect sound.

The wind was still blowing, and the flames were bent down, and the fire was extinguished without a sound.

Twenty-two people, no sound of breathing, no footsteps, just like this unanimously pulled out the scimitar, the blade was pitch black, there was no fire, the light reflected by the moonlight, like the scythe of death approaching step by step, uniformly wrapped in black, only two eyes exposed, skillfully walking in the dark.

Twenty-two people stared at Shangguan Aoba, each of them had caution in their eyes, and their chests were rising and falling, as if killing this person who was close at hand was an unattainable thing. This is a sign of uncertainty, self-confidence.

Twenty-two men still walked in unison, each time lifting and falling at the same time.

Darkness is their greatest dependence, walking in the darkness and walking on the sword.

Finally, a person raised his palm and made a gesture of slowly cutting down, and then the person glanced at everyone in black, his eyes cold. Each of the men in black raised their palms and lowered them as a sign that they had received orders.

Finally, the pitch-black scimitar began to stab the three of them with a whistling sound that pierced the air, and finally a dozen or so people collapsed to the ground not far from the three, foaming at the mouth and convulsing continuously.

The man in black finally spoke, "Be careful, don't go near them, they used poisonous smoke." ”

"All actions turn into a long-range attack. ”

More than a dozen people threw out their hidden weapons one after another, only to see dozens of hidden weapons soaked in poison flying towards the three of them, covering all parts of the three people's bodies.

Shangguan Qingye's ears moved slightly, and he had already judged that there was a hidden weapon attacking, so he didn't care about pretending, kicked the dirt on the ground with his right foot, and moved his body backwards in relay, halfway through, he reached out and grabbed Shangguan Liucai, who wanted to catch Zhang Zhitian but found that he was gone. The hidden weapon "Xiu Xiu Xiu" burrowed into the dirt.

Shangguan Qingye patted the dust on his body and said, "I didn't expect us to meet again, Special Envoy Zuo is fine." ”

A man in black said: "Shangguan Qingye, you are really cunning, but if you can't run away, you will inevitably die." ”

Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and the man in black who spoke was slashed through his throat by the sword light, and the sword light disappeared; only to hear the sound of "ah", the man in black standing at the end did not know when his chest had been pierced, and everything did not stop there, more than a dozen people in black fell one after another, and kept lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

A white suit appeared, and by the moonlight, a sword glowed with cold light, but there was no trace of blood. Through the heavy night, Shangguan Qingye vaguely recognized Zhang Zhitian, the son of the Heavenly Ghost Master. A look of surprise appeared on Shangguan Qingye's face, and he looked at Zhang Zhitian incredulously, and asked, "You did all this?"

Zhang Zhitian said: "Yes, it's all my hands, isn't it a bit ruthless, but my father taught me that you can't be merciful in the face of enemies, and kindness is to harm others and yourself." ”