Under the setting sun, the gorgeous fiery clouds still did not change, and the ink crow stood quietly in the distance and watched Bai Feng's back, his fists clenched.

Just because of a little yellow warbler, the falcon that followed Ji Wuye for three years died, just because of a guqin, the domestic servant who followed Ji Wuye for more than ten years died, how many people will die in the future, and who will feel guilty and regret for these dead people, he knows that no one, no one will ever do anything for these humble people, including himself.

Seven thick brownish and yellow hemp ropes, seven once fresh lives, were hanged alive outside the gate, today he still performs the task as usual, but this task, he is unwilling to obey, for the first time in his life, he thinks of fighting, wants to break free from the shackles of a 'golden wire cage' in front of him.

Looking forward to enjoying, the joy of letting the birds fly in the sky, finally, Mo Crow made a decision in his heart.

A little on tiptoe, the whole person was about to rise from the ground in an instant, but a familiar face made the ink crow stop.

"It's you?!"

"Yes, that's me!"

The hair is tied with a gold ribbon, a silver-white wide-necked robe, the outer robe is inlaid with silver filigree, the cuffs are a flowing cloud pattern, a pair of deerskin high-soled brocade boots under his feet, and the waist is still the seemingly ordinary Longquan sword, who is not Yan Hong.

"Crow, we're meeting again!" With a faint word, his left hand casually threw out a wine gourd, and then sat on the eaves casually and said with a smile, "Why don't you have a drink together?" ”

"I still have a mission, so I won't accompany you." Today, Mo Crow is in a very bad mood, and he is too lazy to deal with people he is not familiar with.

Looking at the ink crow who turned around and left, Yan Hong seemed to take care of himself and said, "Task? Escape Mission...... Or a mission of betrayal! ”

Mo Crow turned around suddenly, but Yan Hong didn't care, and continued to drink his fine wine, which was the 'Qingxi Spring Brew' concocted by Shangguan Wan'er, the fairy in the wine. Daughters are rare.

Staring at Yan Hong coldly, there was a faint murderous aura on Mo Crow's body, who was this person, he penetrated his mind at a glance, so would he go to report Ji Wuye in exchange for a bounty?

For himself, for Bai Feng, this person can't stay!

It was too late, and the ink crow had already made a move, and the black shadow flashed, and the long hair rose with the wind. Under the gauntlet made of fine iron, the pale palm turned into a steel claw, pointing directly at Yan Hong's throat.

"Words don't speculate, and you don't have to do it."

Hehe smiled, threw the wine gourd into the sky, and the Longquan sword swirled the whole way, and firmly clasped the palm of the ink crow, "How about it, sit down and talk?" ”

Looking at the delicate scabbard in front of him, the ink crow gritted his teeth and said, "The sword has not yet been unsheathed." locked up my attack', although he was not angry in his heart, he didn't want to admit defeat lightly, "If you want to negotiate conditions, I'll talk about winning the battle!" ”

Left arm shakes. A sharp spike popped out of the armguard, one of the Crow's hole cards, a two-handed spike.

"Yes, it's not quenched. You...... You can score eight! ”

This was originally Mo Crow's evaluation of women, but now it is used by a man to evaluate himself, which is really not a taste.

A wrong step. As soon as the two of them touched and separated, Mo Crow twisted his body and swirled, his hands were like electricity, and he poked out again, one up and one down, one left and one right, enveloping Yan Hong's whole body.

"Good! And then come. ”

Yan Hong let out a long laugh, caught the gourd and drank a sip of wine, threw the gourd up again, twisted his body and put the sword on his back, fist to fist, palm to palm, his expression was extremely free.

I saw that in this square inch of land, the sound of ping-pong was endless, and the two young people, one white and one black, looked for hundreds of them in an instant.

The more the crow hit, the more frightened he became, the eight key points, the throat, the spine, the liver, the artery, the clavicle [pipa bone], the heart, and the kidneys, almost all of them were taken care of by Yan Hong, but every time he collected his strength.

And every attack of his own seemed to be accurate, but he was blocked by Yan Hong just right three inches away, such a strength...... Moreover, his sword was not unsheathed.

Such a gap makes the ink crow have to stop!

- Bang! ――

In mid-air, the two of them fisted each other again, and one of the qi waves was shattered and spread out in all directions.

"Let's go, I guess you don't want to be noticed by Bai Feng, right?" Yan Hong landed on the ridge of the roof, looked at the white phoenix in the distance, and took the lead in flying away into the distance.

The ink crow hesitated for a moment, but his eyes chased Yan Hong's back directly, until he was about to disappear from his sight, then he flew up, and a broken tile fell from mid-air, leaving only the blurred back of the ink crow in Bai Feng's eyes.

"What are the crows doing?" Bai Feng muttered to himself, but he didn't mean to catch up, because his heart stayed in the Bird Pavilion.

On the high canopy, Mo Crow and Yan Hong stood side by side, but consciously half a position behind Yan Hong, obviously he had made a decision, such a decision because, until the last second, Mo Crow finally remembered the meaning of the word [Longquan], the famous sword of Guigu. "You're from the Ghost Valley!" The Crow asked tentatively.

Yan Hong didn't respond, just overlooking the boxy Xinzheng City, as well as the brightly lit Bird Pavilion, or the 'small' General's Mansion. "No wonder the people call the Bird Pavilion the Golden Silk Cage, and from here, it does look like a delicate cage." Following Yan Hong's gaze, Mo Crow said lightly.

"I don't know what the original intention of the building was at that time. Maybe it was a cage from the beginning, a cage that would eat people. Yan Hong skimmed the face of the ink crow and said solemnly.

"That's not what the cage is supposed to be." Mo Crow said indifferently.

"You know what I hate most about it." This time, Yan Hong didn't reply, just looked at Mo Crow lightly, waiting for his answer.

"A cage shouldn't be so beautifully decorated." The ink crow asked and answered himself, but his eyes showed a decline that he had never seen before.

"Actually, there are cages everywhere, some are beautiful, some are ugly, some are visible, some are invisible...... And I, I can let you out of this cage and go to the sky you have always longed for; Birds are supposed to belong to the sky, not to the cage, even if you are the crow that represents death! Until this moment, Yan Hong finally threw an olive branch to the ink crow.

"There is no bird in the world that can fly all the time and never need to land." Obviously, Mo Crow was still a little unsure about Yan Hong's words.

"At such a height, even the General's Mansion is actually very small!" Yan Hong continued to follow the temptation, "The world is very big, so big that you can't imagine it, even if you need to land, you don't need to fall in a cage, just like us at the moment, falling on the top of the canopy, it will be overwhelming, not very good." ”

"Will you be at the top?" Mo Crow chewed on this sentence lightly, but Yan Hong said again, "When you stand on the top of Mount Tai, do you still care about a small general's mansion?" ”

"What do I have to give?" There is gain, there must be payment, no matter in which era, the price of freedom is very expensive! (To be continued......)