- In the copper incense burner carved by plum blossoms, under the scorching of a cluster of velvet lit from white charcoal, the balm made from tulip petals on the gold leaf slowly melts, and the faint and invisible smoke wafts out of the incense burner and spreads out in the private room of No. 3 C, 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 feel 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 be unable to escape a catastrophe caused by the change of dynasty and be washed away without room for maneuver?

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, pulled the young man who had just walked to the door into the room, and then leaned a little sideways, pushing the door shut with the elbow of the hand that carried the teapot. This set of actions seems very simple and casual, but in fact, it is a condensation of 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, the hand that snatched my teapot is fast, 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 a senior uncle, and then he then said to Sun Jin, who was already sitting down opposite him: Although I am only the executioner sent by the sect to pick you up. But I'm not useless, and I may have to help you take care of your aftermath one day. So you should know how to honor me well before you die. After you die, I will sincerely help you save the whole body.

Sun Jin, a young man with a purple shirt, only shook his eyebrows when he heard this, and did not say anything immediately, and then he leaned forward slightly, reached out and took half of the delicately ground pastry on the plate on the table, and put it in his mouth and melted on the tip of his tongue, and then he was puzzled: I didn't expect that the pastries produced by the tasteless workshop are actually flavorful, but why did you eat half a plate, uncle. Isn't it necessarily sweeter to the tongue?

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.

I pondered for a moment. Folding the sword 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 lightly and said slowly: Then did you shave yesterday?

Folding Sword touched his rough cheeks abruptly, shook his head slightly, and seemed to say to himself: This is not the point to me...... At this point, he suddenly paused. Then he hurried to the door, and pressed his hand on the edge of the door. 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.

Teacher. 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 Qinan. Folding the sword once again glanced at the young man in blue shirt who was saluting him in front of him from the bottom to the top, and made sure that there was not a trace of disappearance 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 such a coincidence, right? Are the elders of the sect who wrote the list really confused?

Uncle Shi said cautiously, if Uncle Fu Jian hears it, I am afraid that it will be another thing for you. Listening to the sword taunting the elders in several important positions in the sect, Wu Qinan had a smile on his face, it is 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, the broken sword touched his jaw that had newly grown a piece of stubble, and said lightly: That's really not a coincidence, Xiao Sun is basically the same as what you received.

Wu Qinan nodded heartily, glanced sideways at Sun Jin, who had already put down the pastry plate and took a step closer to him, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Xiang Jianjian: Uncle Shi, how is Xiao Ling's injury healing?

With just 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. As soon as he said this, 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 summoning order was issued by Fu Jian, then 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 man is the mission goal that he is willing to announce when he can find all three of you?

This......

What the?

After listening to the speculation of the broken sword, Sun Jin and Wu Qinan, the two young people, were both 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 Folding Jian'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.

ps: Folding Sword, Fu Jian, Sun, Wu, Ling, these five people also appeared in the previous article, but they only brought a few strokes, I don't know if readers still have an impression-