After a rare but short-term heart-to-heart push, the old man's tense nerves actually relaxed a little, and he suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. But in the current Luoyang City, there is no prosperity and liveliness at all, and the streets are already full of depression.

In the past 100 days, the sea of people has disappeared like the sunset swallowed by this black cloud. This rare Duanyang Festival, Luoyang City is also a rare lively scene, the smoke of the war has made the nerves of the Later Tang Dynasty, and even the entire Jiuyuan people completely tense, and even forgot how to relax.

When the old man began to squint his eyes and looked ahead indifferently, Gu Xing was in a trance, for some reason, at this time, the black clouds in the capital and even the sky gave him an invisible sense of oppression, but the old man was so leisurely.

If he was just found, and the cloudy eyes of the old man who had been dormant for fourteen years fell into a ray of light, then Gu Xing would not believe it at all. After that, Tangjiang Lake has been crawling and rolling for so many years, and I don't know how much hardship he has suffered, but he has never forgotten how many times he has experienced life and death.

Whenever he goes from familiar to unfamiliar with a person, Gu Xing will try to understand the person's past and present. After all, the past is the most difficult memory for a person, and if you can share it with others, it is extremely trusting.

And at the moment, it is not easy to tell, if you don't lose your words, maybe you can't splash blood three feet in the next moment, and your soul will disappear for nine days.

The old man retracted his gaze and turned to look at Gu Xing, who was in tears. I don't know what kind of past he saw from the long street, which was already a little desolate and inky, and what a beautiful future he saw through?

Gu Xing wanted to step forward to comfort, but was interrupted by Ling Ling raising his hand, and the old man cried bitterly in front of the two without any scruples.

Gu Xing began to believe a little, believing the old man's words, but he refused in his heart, that admitting the old man's words, that is, burning everything in the past, and there was no entanglement at all.

After all, this was too sudden for him, even so abrupt that it was incomprehensible, why he was so obsessed with an old man who had only been in person for less than two hours, was it just because of the "truth" in his mouth.

But where does the truth come from in this world? It's just a beautiful word compiled by the latter.

After the old man grabbed the sky, he gradually stopped sobbing, and tried to wipe away the tears on his face with the sleeves of his robe that had been stained with blood and dust. ”

How many sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes who are strangers in a foreign land do this sentence say?

The old man trembled with his hands and didn't dare to take it, and these hands holding the short knife to kill decisively didn't dare to pick up a silk handkerchief that was as light as a feather, for fear that he would not be able to bear it and drop it to the ground.

Lingling took it like this, without any intention of taking it back, and the old man saw that this rare "warmth" was so resolute, so he took the silk handkerchief and wiped his tears. And just as they stopped and rested, the group of "outsiders" had already walked out of the Xiaque Road and followed.

The old man turned around abruptly, holding his head high, looking like he was eager to try a big war, where was there still half a minute of twilight The old man drooped his old posture. Gu Xing was naturally a little crying and laughing by the old man's switch, Xu is true temperament should be like this, this is not the time to be entangled, it is more important to deal with the things in front of him.

The old man immediately drew his sword, but did not make a move, at this time the black clouds in the sky pressed the city even more, as if there was a black armor martial god beating drums and shouting, wanting to compete with this Luoyang city. Under the black clouds, the long street was already silent, only these few people stood in front of the street, coldly confronting each other.

However, no one dared to speak first.

Gu Xing was also like a great enemy, but Ling Ling was in front of him, taking a few steps back, looking like he didn't care about himself. Gu Xing glanced at Ling Ling, and Na Nizi suddenly touched the scabbard with her hand, her eyes were fierce, and Gu Xing's disdainful look was so frightened that she took it back.

The old man crooked his mouth, twisted his waist again, and with a clicking sound, the old man expanded his arms back, "The young master will stand back for the time being, the old man is enough for one person." The old "outsiders" are all outsiders, and several of them are even bigger and rounder, and a horizontal tendon is clearly visible.

There are also a few people whose arms are thicker than Gu Xing's calves, holding the outer door blades, but they can't tell that they are swords, halberds, knives and guns, but they only feel that the cold light is looming, and they should be murderous creatures that cause more evil. Just now, these "outsiders" outside the Qinglou of Xiaque Road, standing with the secret agents of Xiaque Road, looked special.

At this time, it can be seen that he is such a fierce and vicious person. The old man didn't care, and after finishing the warm-up exercise, he slowly took out the two short knives that were still a little warm at this time from behind his waist.

Gu Xing didn't take a closer look just now, and at this time, when he looked from the side, he found that these two short knives were both horizontal knives of the Later Tang Dynasty, but the blade was forcibly broken by an external force, and it was more than half a foot less.

But this short knife kills people no worse than the horizontal knife, and even surpasses it. Just now, Gu Xing was immersed in the old man's words, only to see the flesh and blood flying, at this time he stabilized his mind, and then saw the old man's move, he had the mind to observe and learn.

The "outsiders" saw that the old man was a hard stubble, and they didn't dare to take it lightly. At this time, it is not good to torture these three people, especially the little lady with an indifferent face on the side, that figure, that waist posture, that face, tsk.

A few of the "outsiders" did not look at the old man with their eyes, but became more and more interested in Lingling, but Lingling did not smile, which made the fire in his heart burn more vigorously.

It's not that they haven't been to Xia Que Road, it's just that those fat and pink beauties come and go, and they are just those pondering and routines, and they will always get tired, but they can't be as beautiful and delicious as the yellow flower girl in front of them.

A few people looked at it and took a few steps forward, but Ling Ling still didn't think so, indifferently staring at everything on the long street at this time. Maybe in her eyes, the few people in front of her will soon become corpses that can't speak, so it's a little boring to worry about corpses.

The old man reversed his two knives with both hands, and the black clouds in the sky had "kissed" the city at this time, and the banner that was blown up by the strong wind carried by the black clouds was drumming with the wind, and even the flagpole inserted in the city was a little unbearable, "shouting and cheering" for the two sides of the confrontation.

The old man saw that the people and horses did not move, so he began to pacing forward tentatively, he regarded himself as a martial artist, and his inner strength was full of energy, but he still did not dare to take it lightly.

As the saying goes, punch the master to death, not to mention that the big men on the opposite side are all punching big fists, if they are smashed on his old arms and legs, it will be unbearable.

Seeing that the old man moved, the "outsiders" did not move, but their eyes were full of pity. They naturally didn't know anything about what the old man was doing in the Xiaque Road and in the Qinglou, and if they knew about it, they wouldn't look at this murderous "big devil" with such eyes.

Gu Xing was really a little worried, he wasn't worried that the old man would not be able to, but he was worried that if these big men died not fast enough, it would be extremely troublesome.

Gu Xing seemed to suddenly think of something, tilted his head and looked at Lingling, Lingling's face was still indifferent, but there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, "What are you looking at me?" Gu Xing suddenly laughed evilly, "If you do it here, will the Heavenly Hell Division intervene?" ”

Ling Ling smiled evilly when he heard this, and then closed his eyes, and the more interesting thing than watching the old man kill people was to follow this person who had been dormant in the capital of Luoyang for decades, and slowly find out the truth.

As for whether these five big and three coarse fools in front of her are dead or alive, it has nothing to do with her. Although the Heavenly Prison Division will meddle in the affairs of the rivers and lakes from time to time, and will also inquire about the gang disputes in Luoyang, these are too insignificant compared to her ghostly thoughts and curiosity.

Gu Xing snorted lightly, and was about to speak, when the old man suddenly raised his knife with both hands and stretched his arms to shoulder level, and after taking a deep breath, his body, which was already a little rickety, began to gradually become swollen. When the old clothes were completely propped up, the old man slashed down with his knife and rushed forward.

This series of actions is smooth, or a habit that the old man has developed for many years. If you are dealing with a strong enemy or encirclement, then this charged blow can seek a breakthrough or give the opponent a fatal blow.

Sure enough, the black clouds surged with the wind, and the strong wind wrapped up the clothes and hunted. Those big men actually felt an unprecedented sense of oppression at this moment. It's a crushing force from strength, and it's a gaze of a crowd of people who despise life.

Before they could react, the old man's twin knives had already lifted the heavenly spirit cover of the two big men, and the red and white thing burst out at this moment, flowing on the faces of the two of them.

Xu is old man took out the knife too quickly, and his technique was too weird, the two did not fall to the ground immediately, but after grabbing the old man in the void, they subconsciously touched the warmth of their cheeks.

The rest of the people were already frightened, and when the two of them felt a slight chill above their heads, they let out a heart-rending howl, but this howl was only a sad song of despair before the temporary.

When they fell to the ground, the black cloud finally couldn't suppress the "resentment" in their hearts and the deep entanglement with Luoyang City, and began to slam the raindrops as big as soybeans to the ground, staining the two of them with a lot of red and white things.

The rest of the people instinctively retreated, but the old man was already murderous, and provoked a dance of praying for rain among these "outsiders". Zero Ling did not open his eyes at this time, but muttered in a low voice for no reason, "People are not finished, and the rain palm is lonely on the night of ten Chinese New Year's Eve." The cup is hard to stop, and the people's hearts are exhausted. ”

After saying that, the ghost took out a larger silk handkerchief from his bosom and held it on his head. Gu Xing originally laughed, Lingling actually used a silk handkerchief of this material to block the rain, which was tantamount to covering his ears and stealing the bell, which was an extra move.

But when those big raindrops fell on it, but they were not transparent, Gu Xing was completely dumbfounded. It turns out that the one who laughs is the one who is laughed at, and he wants to see the excitement of others, but he is about to be drenched into the soup chicken.