This city is prosperous, but it is prosperous, so it is hustle and bustle, and people are most likely to lose themselves in it, and I am the same. Qiu Yan sat in Jiang Yue's jeep, looking at the thick Xiangye City of Gujin, where countless people lived, bustling, coming and going, and I don't know how many joys and sorrows were staged between light and darkness. There is light and darkness, and it is like the rising and setting of the sun, endlessly reincarnating.

In the middle of the city, the location of a certain courtyard courtyard looks like a secret room, but it is very large. There is a table and chairs of the Eight Immortals in the room, and there are mahogany shelves on the walls on both sides of the inner hall, on which there are some antique treasures, and there is a mound of stone tools in the center, in which there are two goldfish, one red and one black, silent. But if you look closely, you will find that above the shadow of the water, there is a reflection, like a beast but not a beast, looking hideous and terrifying, even a bit like the face of an evil ghost in an ancient legend.

Other than that, there is not a trace of dust in the room, as if someone is cleaning it regularly, but there is no trace of popularity. In that dark corner, a lone shadow swayed slightly in a rocking chair. It was a man who was shrouded in a black robe, with a hood on his back that covered his hair and neck, and in front of his face, he even wore a gray mask, which meant that the man did not show a single trace of skin except for a pair of eyes.

The gray mask was carved with a terrifying and terrifying demon face, which looked a little familiar, and also added a bit of eerie atmosphere to this figure. There was silence in the room, and the mysterious masked man swayed quietly in his rocking chair, staring at the two stationary goldfish in the stone pier, and did not move for a long time.

The water moved and the fish did not move, reflected in his pupils, as if there were also two small fish in his eyes.

I don't know how long later, there was a sound of conversation and the sound of the car door closing, and then there was a soft sound from the door of this room, and then a door appeared from the shadow, and a man pushed the door and walked in.

It was a man who looked to be in his early twenties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, quite extraordinary, but the clothes that wrapped him were very ordinary, and there was a little tiredness on his cheeks, and he was a little listless. The man's gaze scanned the room, and soon landed on the mysterious figure in the rocking chair.

After seeing it clearly, his tired face tightened, and a slight uneasiness passed through the depths of his eyes, but the expression on his face did not change much, he walked over slowly, looked at the teacup that still had residual warmth on the table of the Eight Immortals, and said softly. "Waiting a long time?"

The man with the gray demon mask moved his head slightly, and then looked at him, and after a while, a strange voice sounded, hoarse and low, and it seemed to be like gold and stone, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women for a while, but I felt that it was extremely ugly. "This is the first time we've met, Liang Qiuyan. ”

Qiu Yan took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, and said softly. "Where's Xiao Li?"

A suffocating silence suddenly fell in the dimly lit room, and Qiu Yan stood there like a javelin, looking at his nose and nose, waiting for an answer.

After a long while, the gray horror mask also raised its head again, and a strange and hoarse voice sounded again, saying. "She's fine, it's just that this girl is a little naughty. With that, he took out an inch-long iron rod from his arms, looked at it carefully, and continued. "Sure enough, it's a curious soldier. ”

Qiu Yan was silent for a moment, took out a piece of jade and a pair of bracelets from his waist bag and threw them on the table of the Eight Immortals, and then said. "Everything you want is here, take it, let her go. ”

There was no sound behind the mask, and he was still playing with Sanmei.

"Why, that's not enough? Qiu Yan paused and continued. "You have worked so hard from the initial assassination to colluding with the Orientals, don't you just want to get the key to enter the coffin of the Twelve Stars of Tianmang? ”

"Huh?" the gray mask moved slightly, as if surprised. "It seems that you have also noticed this secret, Sansheng Bluestone, Kui Bao Kui Bao."

'Ding!' Suddenly, a crisp voice suddenly sounded, soft but loud, instantly overpowering all sounds, a sword light rushed from the depths of the shadows, and in the blink of an eye, the light was flourishing, like the bright moon in the night sky falling into the world, blooming with dazzling brilliance that could not be forced.

The sword light was like water, and the momentum was like a torrent, piercing the air and cutting through the shadows.

The demonic figure suddenly looked back, but suddenly fell silent. Then, that shadow seemed to be split in half by this sword light, and it was extremely fast.

The bloody qi spread out in an instant, and there seemed to be a rain of blood falling between the light and shadow, and everything seemed to be still, but the amazing and cold sword light was still moving forward, cutting through the shadows sharply, and in a blink of an eye, it was already in front of Qiu Yan's eyes.

It was unstoppable, and it didn't stop for a while.

Qiu Yan was indifferent, always dripping his eyes, at that moment, the sword was like a bright moon, but in the next moment, the sword blade in the light suddenly stopped, and it stopped at the place of Qiu Yan's neck.

The sword light in the sky was like a shower of stars under the refraction of the sun, gradually converging, and finally silently merging into the thousand-year-old blade, and the darkness returned, drowning the figure on the opposite side under the robe again.

"Why don't you hide?" a terrible voice came from under the mask in front of you.

"Your sword has no killing intent. ”

In that moment, Sanmei's sword seemed to light up a little, the sharp tip of the sword seemed to raise its head slightly, there was silence all around, and the pupils in the depths of Qiu Yan's eyes also shrank slightly.

But in the blink of an eye, the long sword suddenly retreated, silently disappeared into the shadows, returned to the masked man's figure, and disappeared. "The afterlife is terrifying, and I am declining. ”

There was a little light condensation under the mask, it seemed that his bright and cold gaze glanced at Qiu Yan with approval, no longer spoke, and quietly put the put away Sanmei in front of the Eight Immortals table with one hand.

"You're getting more and more likable. At the same time, at the entrance of the back hall, there was a burst of applause, Qiu Yan looked over, and there were two men pushing a wheelchair in the field of vision, and a woman sitting on it, looking at her undulating chest and sleeping appearance, her eyes couldn't help but be a little gloomy.

"Lejin, Li Mowu. ”