- "Okay, don't mention it." As soon as Mo Ye's words fell, the cold face that he had endured for a long time finally couldn't stand anymore, and he covered his mouth and laughed.

Seeing her such a strange expression, Yang Chen finally realized a problem, his eyes flickered, and finally he had to laugh dryly, looked at Mo Ye, slowly shook his head and said, "You, you ......" and didn't say anything more.

Mo Ye quickly suppressed his laughter, and said with a serious expression: "Brother Yang, my little sister tricked you just now, but you are not allowed to hold a grudge against me." ”

Although she did something to make a fool of people just now, she didn't know that everything should be measured.

Yang Chen took a deep breath and said slowly, "You said so, how can I be embarrassed to care." ”

Mo Ye raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, if I hadn't said so first, you would still be a better accountant?" ”

"Then other people's relatives are joking, you are also a weird girl, and you don't allow others to care about anything?" Yang Chen spread his hands a little helplessly, and no longer continued the topic just now, his eyes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the small wooden box that Mo Ye was holding in his hand, and then said: "I haven't seen you much in the past few days, I heard that you sent the post, and I couldn't help, but now there is still left, I don't think there will be anything in the afternoon, I can help you deliver some." ”

Hearing Yang Chen mention the matter of sending posts, Mo Ye just patted the small wooden box in his hand lightly and said with a smile: "Actually, there are not many posts, and I just sent out the last one." ”

"Oh......" Yang Chen groaned, and he suddenly remembered that sending the post was originally something that Ruan Luo had specially entrusted Mo Ye and needed her to do in person, and even if he wanted to help, he couldn't seem to help.

"Although your kindness came a little late. But I gladly accepted it. Mo Ye looked at Yang Chen, who looked slightly stunned, and the corners of his eyebrows curved into a gentle arc, "You are willing to help me, which means that you really have no intention of bothering with me about what happened just now." ”

When Yang Chen heard this, he was slightly stunned at first, but when he saw the brightness on her face, his mood was suddenly a little infected. Finally, he smiled with relief. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Of course, it's not me Yang Chen." ”

……

Wearing someone else's clothes, kicking someone else's shoes. He also used water from other people's homes, but he didn't take the private money hidden by his little husband, because the uninvited guest who broke into that house was very clear about what he needed and what he didn't need.

The young man who jumped out of the courtyard wall was painted white. The eyes are embedded with stars, and the purple belt is purple. It's really hard to compare with a thief who walks in the day, except that his heavy purple silk shirt is a little old-fashioned, if you remove these. In fact, he looks more like a well-versed scholar.

The young scholar in the purple shirt walked briskly as the wind, and soon left the Minfang area with dense small households and came to a bustling Jinyang neighborhood in Dongcheng. Walk into a winery called "Deyi House" with a proper demeanor.

After whispering a few words to the shopkeeper at the counter in the lobby, the young scholar took out a silver ticket with three seals overlapped from his narrow sleeve. After carefully reading the silver ticket, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up obviously, and a warm smile quickly appeared on his face, and he bent down to pick out a key from the dense little compartment under the counter, and respectfully handed it out.

Following the leading man to the second floor, the young scholar suddenly stopped, called the man to stop, raised his eyebrows slightly and said a few words, and then took out a silver nug from the tight cuff. The guy who ran the hall responded again and again, took the silver nugget and put it in it, and went downstairs with a sneer.

Looking at the back of the guy who ran downstairs completely submerged into the staircase, the young scholar had a strange look in his eyes for a moment, then he collected a cold smile on his face, turned his head, glanced at the private rooms on both sides of the corridor on the second floor of this luxurious winery, and finally took another step.

Take two gentle steps, then three heavier steps, and then two lighter steps...... As the young scholar reached the seventh step in the middle of the aisle, a door to his right suddenly opened, and a hand reached out and dragged him in.

The young man took the key to the room number 2 of the second room, but he entered the third room of the third floor.

In this room, there is a man with a mouth full of mung bean cake foam. The man was about thirty years old, dressed in a light blue cotton shirt, and at first glance he looked clean and neat, but if you looked closely, it was not difficult to find a large piece of wet stain on his front placket, apparently accidentally poured from the teapot he was carrying in his hand and pouring into his mouth.

"Uncle Swordbreaker, are you drinking again?" The young man strode forward and took the teapot in the man's hand, "It's not yesterday, we're here on a mission." ”

Perhaps no one knows that the four figures who left a line of figures on the seashore outside the east gate of the capital three years ago returned to the capital again in the days closest to that day three years later. And this time they went straight into the inner city, rather than spending a moment on the waterfront.

Like the gathering in Kyoto three years ago, the job of Oriken this time is still to wait and respond. But today he enjoys a completely different treatment from the stormy day three years ago, no longer sitting on the old boat swaying with the waves drenched in the rain and swallowing bitter wine, but sitting in the first-class decoration of the "Deyi Building" in Dongcheng District, accompanied by sweet but not greasy pastries, slowly drinking the refreshing fragrant tea and warm soup in the pot.

In the copper incense burner carved by plum blossoms, under the burning of a cluster of velvet ignited from the white charcoal, the balm made of tulip petals on the gold leaf slowly melts, and the wisps of invisible smoke float out of the incense burner and spread out in the private room of No. 3 C in Deyi Building. In this situation, it seems that there is no need to use wine to cheer up, and the feeling of fragrant fragrance makes people's hearts ethereal, alienated from reality, and teaches people to get drunk.

The folding sword that had been waiting for a long time couldn't hold back for a while, swallowed half of the bean cake made by the tasteless fang on the table, and felt thirsty again, so he directly picked up the white jade fine porcelain teapot at hand, and aimed the beautiful arc of the pot at his stubble and green mouth, and poured it together.

Of course, the tea sent upstairs with the famous bean cake will not go anywhere, and the fresh and slightly sweet taste makes Zhijian suddenly have an idea in his heart: If the things that the sect wants to do when they send people into Beijing this time, if they are really done, does it mean that these beautiful things will soon not be able to escape a catastrophe caused by the change of dynasty. Washed away with no room for manoeuvre?

However, he didn't have much time to think about this question, which might not have much meaning to him, when a somewhat familiar footstep suddenly sounded outside the door, walking on a beat that he was more familiar with, so he quickly dissipated a distracting thought in his mind and listened intently.

After counting the breaths, he opened the door with great skill, and pulled the young man who happened to be walking to the door into the room. Then the body is slightly sideways. Push the door shut with the elbow of the hand carrying the teapot. This set of actions seems very simple and casual, but in fact, it has condensed a lot of experience, assuming that there are other people who walked with the young man just now. I am afraid that even if others can see the furnishings in the room after the door is opened, they will not be able to see the person who opened the door.

"Stunned, it's fast to snatch my teapot, do you still think I am your uncle?" The folding sword crossed Erlang's legs. wiped a handful of bean cake foam hanging from the corner of his mouth, so that he could look more like an uncle. Then he then said to Sun Jin, who was already sitting down across from him: "Although I am only the executioner sent by the sect to pick you up, I am not useless, maybe one day you will have to help take care of your funeral." Therefore, you should know how to honor me well before you die, and I will sincerely help you keep the whole body after you die. ”

Sun Jin, a young man with a purple shirt, only shook his eyebrows when he heard this. He didn't say anything immediately, then leaned forward slightly, reaching out and grabbing half of the finely ground pastry from the plate on the table. When he put it in his mouth, it melted on the tip of his tongue, and he was puzzled: "I didn't expect that the pastries produced by Zuò made by Wuwei Fang actually have a taste." But why is it that Uncle Shi eats half a plate, and your tongue doesn't necessarily get sweeter? ”

Folding the sword understood, Sun Jin was scolding him for his poisonous mouth, but he couldn't find the words he felt for a while. Among the three children he watched grow from an ignorant boy to a strong young man, Sun Jin in front of him was the most neat.

After thinking for a moment, he folded his sword and looked at Sun Jin, who stretched out his hand to the pastry again, and suddenly slapped his palm, and said at the same time: "Have you washed your hands?" ”

Sun Jin's outstretched hand was suddenly slapped away, but his other hand reached out at this moment and directly copied the saucer. When the pastry plate was picked up by him, his person had already left his seat, flashed aside, leisurely threw a piece of pastry into his mouth, moved his cheeks and said slowly: "Then did you shave yesterday?" ”

Fold Jian touched his rough cheeks abruptly, shook his head slightly, and seemed to say to himself: "This is not the point to me......" His words suddenly paused at this point, and then he walked quickly to the door, reaching out and pressing on the edge of the door panel. It took a moment of holding his breath as he had done before opening the door the last time he had done before he used some strength in his hands, but only to pull the door open a crack.

A look of doubt flashed across the face of the broken sword that squinted and swept through the crack in the door, and the door was quickly completely torn open by him, and a blue-colored figure floated in like smoke.

"Uncle Shi." The blue-colored figure that floated into the room saluted the folding sword that had just turned around after closing the door.

This person is about the same age as Sun Jin in the house, and he is only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is in the prime of his youth. However, if you take a closer look at this man in blue clothes, it should not be difficult for others to find that he and Sun Jin actually have many differences.

His demeanor is more gentle, and there is a little clarity in the depths of his eyes that are different from ordinary people, which seems to be natural. And this difference makes him feel a trace of coolness at the same time as the gaze of others, regardless of whether there is a habitual smile on his young face when he raises his eyes.

Therefore, he is accustomed to lowering his eyes slightly when communicating with people, which makes him seem to have a more humble attitude, even a self-leveling identity, but he does this only so that others will not misunderstand his natural eyes as another kind of less beautiful love. After many years, although he grew up as an adult, this sense of humility was shaped more profoundly.

But at this time, the two people in the room were as defenseless as possible for him, so he could raise his gaze a lot, his face showed a smile from the heart, and the little ice-like thing in his eyes naturally seemed to be shrouded in the sun, turning into a clear spring, although it still did not have much heat, but it was not so cold.

"It's really Qi Nan." Folding the sword once again glanced at the young man in blue shirt who was saluting him in front of him from bottom to top, and made sure that there was not a trace of disgrace on the young man's body at this time, his expression was a little softened, and he smiled softly and said, "It can't be so coincidental, right?" Are the elders of the sect who wrote the list really confused? ”

"Uncle Shi said carefully, if Uncle Fu Jian hears it. I'm afraid it's a sideways thing for you. Listening to the sword taunting the elders in several important positions in the upper sect, Wu Qinan had a smile on his face, "It's not a coincidence that we will meet here. I had just finished the affairs of Yuejiazhuang, and when I was about to return to the sect after washing, I suddenly received a direct task. It was Uncle Fu Jian who ordered the sect, and it is estimated that he will come here soon. ”

After listening to Wu Qinan's narration. Folding the sword touched the jaw of his newly grown stubble. said lightly: "That's really not a coincidence, Xiao Sun is basically the same as what you received." ”

Wu Qinan nodded heartily, and glanced sideways at the pastry plate that had been put down. Sun Jin, who took a step closer to him, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Xiang Zhijian: "Uncle Shi, how is Xiao Ling's injury going?" ”

Just this one sentence. Folding Sword heard the answer he really wanted to know, and said bluntly: "I'm afraid he can't come to help you." "That's just the end of that. He paused as if he remembered something, and when he spoke again, there was a hint of self-talk in his tone, "Since this time the sect's summons was issued by Fu Jian. So if Ling Li hadn't gone out of the Foggy Mountain, Fu Jian would definitely have called him up. But in this way, this matter is a bit mysterious. What kind of big guy is the mission goal that he is willing to announce when he can find all three of you? ”

"This ......"

"What?"

I listened to the figuration of the sword. Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young people, both looked slightly stunned, and asked in unison, "Didn't he even tell you?" ”

According to the rules of the sect where the three people in the house belonged, under normal circumstances, the sect would assign an additional receiver for each killer, and the task of the receiver was either to clean up the traces after the fact, or to exercise the duty of exterminating the mouth when the incident was defeated, so as to ensure that the failed task would not implicate the stability of the sect. Therefore, even if the respondent is not directly involved in the task information that the killer will perform, he or she is qualified to know the detailed information, and the receiver will often get this information first.

Half a month ago, Zhijian was still Lingli's answer, and after Lingli's accident, Zhijian was transferred to Sun Jin's side, and he was still the answerer, of course, he was qualified to get the mission information in Kyoto this time. If you count the generations, the folding sword and the Fu sword are still the same generations taught by a master, but Sun and Wu really can't imagine why Fu Jian would even fold the sword so tightly.

And if these two young people had to ponder the inducement of the strange place in this matter, they would only think of the same place again, that is, the contradiction between the two uncles who had broken the sword and the sword that had lasted for more than ten years.

These two people are very friendly to their peers, and even take care of the disciples of the sect below their seniority, but as long as these two people meet together, that friendly relationship will definitely dissipate instantly. Sun and Wu, including the disciples of their generation in the sect, after entering the sect, most of the memories of these two uncles were Fu Jian's vicious words to each other, and although the broken sword did not return the mouth, he mostly smiled at Fu Jian with a sense of contempt.

However, the contradiction between these two people has lasted for so many years, and no one clearly knows what the cause of this contradiction is.

But no matter what personal grievances there are between the broken sword and the Fu sword, the Fu sword should not involve this contradiction and affect the rules of the sect, which is a taboo in the sect. If Folding Sword is a narrow-hearted person with a long tongue, as long as he immediately reports this matter to the sect, I am afraid that Fu Jian will soon be taken back by the elders of the sect's law enforcement hall, locked in that iron prison that starts from the ground, and eats the wind and rain for several months.

Folding Jian looked at the eyes of Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young men who were cast in unison, how could he not know what they thought, no matter how anxious Fu Jian's temper was, he was the one who taught these two young men all their skills.

Sighing silently, a faint smile reappeared on Zhijian's face, and he said slowly: "Although this guy Fu Jian is really unauthentic sometimes, but after so many years, when did I not let him?" If I really wanted to screw him up, wouldn't I have started a fight a long time ago, and you two boys would have had the right time to persuade me to fight. ”

"Uncle Folding Sword, between you and Uncle Fu Jian...... Was there really a grudge? ”

Hearing that Folding Sword took the initiative to talk about the matter between him and Fu Jian, although he expressed it more vaguely on the issue of grievances, this was an opportunity in Sun Jin's eyes, so he finally couldn't help it, and hurriedly asked a question.

In addition to Sun Jin himself, this issue is actually also a mystery in the sect, and many disciples of his generation want to know about it.

Although the sect they belong to is doing extremely cold things, the sect is very united, because the tasks they perform are either indisputable or full of danger, which is a great test of the cooperation of several people. It is also because of this that all the disciples in the sect have been instilled with a character that is positive and necessary to have, whether it is for the daily life of ordinary people or the hard work of people like them.

In the past, there were also people in the sect who asked the sword this question, and it is said that the questioner was often taught a bad lesson verbally, and of course the answer would not be asked. So for Sun Jin, who asked this question to Zhijian for the first time, he was actually very nervous at the moment.

And when Sun Jin's words fell, the smiling face of the broken sword really sank.

The hearts of the two young men, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, also sank slightly, they couldn't imagine or accept that Uncle Breaking Sword, who usually treated them very kindly, suddenly reprimanded them angrily.

But at the moment when the atmosphere in the room was about to burst from the two loves, there was a sudden knock on the door from behind the folding sword. This knock was like someone pried open a side crack in the lid of a kettle that was about to boil, and the things that the three people in the room were holding on to their heads scattered in an instant.

Listening to the rhythm of the knocker's breathing through a door panel, Folding Sword thought that the guy from Deyi House had come upstairs to add hot tea, but when he opened the door and glanced at the young man standing at the door, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then pulled the young man indoors.

"Xiao Ling?"

Ling Li came here suddenly, although he had changed his clothes in advance, Sun Jin in the house only needed three or two eyes to recognize him. After a while, Wu Qinan also understood, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The three young men had a close-knit life experience when they were young, and they knew and trusted each other well, but two of them would be surprised by the sudden appearance of another partner, not only because Oriken had just said that this partner should have been recuperating from his injuries and not participating in this mission in Kyoto, but also because of the sound of his footsteps, the rhythm of his breathing, and his face, all of which clearly revealed a side that was too different from his previous life.

Compared with the sharp Li of the sect Yicheng, the Ling Li standing in front of them today seemed to have become another person.

He looked terrible at this point.

So when he came upstairs, he was almost ignored by the three people in the private room of No. 3 C in Deyi Building as ordinary tea guys in the building.

"Hey, you don't have to paint your face like this, do you?" Sun Jin said with a smile, and stretched out a finger to quickly scrape Ling Li's forehead, in front of his brotherly friend, he always can't be too strict, but his mood at the moment is actually full of worry.

Ling Li didn't avoid him, which made him even more worried.

Feeling the coolness of his fingertips, he glanced at his nails again, and there was no fine powder left on them to hide his face, and the smile on Sun Jin's face finally sank completely.

The sharp sick appearance was not made of disfigurement powder, the kind of pale with a sense of gray defeat seeped out from the inside of the skin, which really shocked Sun Jinguanzhi. It's just that I haven't seen it for half a month, and this one who has been specially cultivated by Uncle Fu Jian, and is also the strongest of the three of them who studied under Fu Jian, is now tossed into this appearance by a drop of Snake King venom.

After being stunned for a moment, Sun Jin raised another hand and leaned towards Ling Li, but the direction changed, no longer to explore Ling Li's face, but the palm he was holding slightly by his side.

This time, Ling Li finally raised his hand and blocked his hand.

"Sun Jin, you can also see that my current state is not very good." It's not just that it's not in good shape, it's so bad that it almost collapses. The skin on his face was dry like fine sand after exposure to the sun, and his lips were gray and a little bloodshot The young man was fierce, but he just raised his hand to block Sun Jin, and even his breathing rhythm suddenly became a little chaotic -

(To be continued)