Red candles, long swords.

The sword body is as stable as a mountain, the tip of the sword is like a poisonous snake spitting a letter in the subtleties of gently shaking and probing, originally twisted together, the wick made of several silk threads, burning and being picked apart by the tip of the sword, the candlelight then becomes larger, like a red lotus in the night sky, one petal after another. A middle-aged man in a purple robe with a slightly shorter head, the long sword in his hand seemed to be given life, and at the tip of the thumb-thick candle, the thin burning wick was re-dismantled into silk threads.

When Cui Wanran returned to the house from Songhe Tower, she saw this scene.

The scene in front of him seemed to have magical magic, allowing his anger and frightened heart contaminated in the Songhe Tower to calm down with the strange rhythm of the red lotus blooming.

"Smack." The candle burst open, the moment the candle burst open, the tip of the sword shook and suddenly accelerated, the three wires had been peeled off and the independent small wick was opened by the tip of the sword, and the remaining filaments were all blown up, and the red lotus that was originally blooming suddenly lost half of the petals.

"The afterlife is terrible." The purple-robed man shook his head helplessly, smiled lightly, handed the long sword in his hand to the sword servant behind him, and looked at Cui Wanran.

"The explosion of the candle is an accident, uncle, why shake your head?" Cui Wanran sighed in her heart, although this sixteenth uncle usually praises people, he has never had such a high evaluation of anyone, including himself, if these four words are transmitted to the rivers and lakes, the young man will become famous once.

"Although the beating of the heart has a certain regularity, it is impossible to predict it in that tense situation, and it becomes an accident. What's more, the requirements for the human heart of the sword-wielding person in that environment are dozens of times higher than at this time. The young man could clearly grasp the heartbeat of Qiu Tiecheng with just a handful of iron drills, which was indeed extraordinary. The purple-robed man seemed to explain to Cui Wanran, and said as if admiring.

Cui Wanran knew that the sixteenth uncle would definitely know everything on the Songhe Tower tonight, but he never expected that this extremely talented sixteenth uncle would give the young man such great affirmation and admiration, and even picked up the long sword to experience his subtle control.

This is the thinnest candle that can be found in the house, and it contains the qi of the sword, and using a long sword to untie the wick in a burning state is already the ultimate in using a sword. At the moment when the candle flower exploded, it was ten million times more difficult to push open the wick that had been disassembled into countless silk threads with the tip of the sword than to use an iron drill to cling to the heart. However, these two people did not talk about the difference in difficulty, because this man is Cui Lingchen, Cui Lingchen of the Boling Cui family, and Cui Wanran's most admired sixteenth uncle, Cui Lingchen.

Cui Wanran's father has countless peers, and he was named by Cui Wanran with his own ranking or name before. was directly called Uncle by Cui Wanran, and there was only this one.

Neither of them talked about Zheng Qian's death, because, in the eyes of the two of them, Zheng Qian's death was really an unsightly thing.

This is the tacit understanding between the two.

As for the follow-up impact of Zheng Qian's death, there will naturally be someone in the Cui family to evaluate and deal with it.

"Uncle, how will Yiqin and Yihe be with me from tomorrow?"

"A piano and a crane? It's not okay......" Cui Lingchen groaned when he heard this, "A piano and a crane, every grass and tree will follow you in the future." ”

made a little joke with his favorite little character, Cui Lingchen smiled gently, and transferred part of his power to the child who was most valued in front of him and had the most no intention of participating in family affairs. Cui Lingchen knew that tonight on this Songhe Tower, a series of changes had changed Cui Wanran a lot, and he was also willing to see and promote this change.

......

It's nearly midnight.

In the courtyard of a deep house on the other side of Xiangyang City, the main hall is brightly lit.

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone looked at Zheng Qian's unrecognizable corpse under the hall, and they were silent.

Zheng Qian's face was placed in the middle of the lobby, and the upper position was Zheng Xi, who was facing away from everyone. Since the news of Zheng Qian's death came, Zheng Xi has been holding his hands behind his back, and the Buddhist beads in his hands are still silent, standing quietly in the main hall, and no one knows what Zheng Xi is thinking. When only Zheng Qian's body was carried into the courtyard halfway, Zheng Xi looked back and checked it, and then resumed this posture.

"What did you do with those people upstairs?" When everyone couldn't stand this depressing depression, Zheng Xi spoke.

"Master Xi, the fourteen people who were the most suspicious upstairs have been imprisoned in Xiangyang Prison, and the other thirty-five people who have taken greater action before and after the event are now under house arrest and Zizhu Courtyard, awaiting interrogation." Uncle Lin, a middle-aged man, bowed down and replied.

"Did you find anything?"

"I have experienced that the cause of Young Master Qian's death was poisoning. This poison should have been incubated in the body of the young master for a period of time through diet and then through internal injuries in the heart and veins, and the poison attacked. This poison, for the first time in our records, appeared. The three places with the most suspicious points, Young Master Qian's courtyard, Baiyun Tower and Songhe Tower, Young Master Qian's courtyard and Songhe Tower have been sealed. On the side of Baiyun Tower, the inner hall stationed on the periphery of Xiangyang has already gone to check. “

"Baiyun Tower? Litsu Baiyun Building? Zheng Xi asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, Baiyun Tower. This time, we set off from Xingyang, and all the food and drink were done by ourselves. Only in the above three places did outsiders intervene. The middle-aged Lin Zihe bowed his head and replied.

Zheng Qin, who was standing on the side, heard the word "outsider", and lowered his head lower.

In the quiet night sky, there was the sound of feather fanning, and the night falcon sent a letter.

A moment later, someone ran in from the courtyard and pulled out a roll of paper from a small bamboo tube in his hand.

"Lord Yuxi, news from Lu Jin. Baiyunlou ...... "Someone came to report, and he stopped talking."

"What's wrong with Baiyun Tower?"

"The White Cloud Tower is empty. The people of the Tiger Group are searching the town for people of interest. ”

"The White Cloud Tower is empty?" Zheng Xi, who had been carrying his hands behind his back, slowly turned around, "Zheng Qin, how do you explain?" Didn't you say that those guys were all locals of Lujin, and they ate and lived in Baiyun Tower, but what about them now? ”

Zheng Qin, who was originally standing on the side, hurriedly flashed out and knelt on the ground, "Hui Xiye, the people in Baiyun Tower are indeed all from Lujin, so I will go to Lujin to search now." ”

"You're going? Wouldn't you be better off than the Tigers? Never mind. Zheng Qin waved his hand, and in a slightly tired voice, he wrote lightly, "Don't search, you don't need to." It's too troublesome, let's kill them all. For the other lines, continue to check. ”

Zheng Xi said calmly, but between the words, there was a killing word.

"Killed? Kill them everywhere? Zheng Qin continued to be in great fear, and when he heard Zheng Xi's words, he couldn't help but ask.

"Ritsu, of course." Zheng Xi's voice did not change, he lowered his head and looked at Zheng Qin who was kneeling on the ground, and patiently explained, "Do you still think that I can still kill all the people in Xiangyang City?" ”

Zheng Qin, who stood up, was already discouraged in his heart, but he seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water again. The content of the old man in the hall was in a trance in his ears. This old man who thinks he has a very clear impression, the "Four No-Sons" who have always been rumored to be idle in his youth in the world, the flamboyant and unscrupulous Xi Ye, suddenly, he is completely unrecognizable. The gentle and indifferent tone at this moment was by no means pretended, however, it was this cold mildness that made the fear in Zheng Qin's heart continue to ferment. This fear did not come from the power of the old man in front of him, but from the old man, Zheng Qin also couldn't explain something, and this indescribable thing made the Iron Sword Sect Master who was famous in the Southern Martial Arts like a demon.

Is it Zheng Qian's death that brought him a huge change after the impact? Zheng Qin lowered his head and looked at the figure cast by the candle flame, feeling at a loss, unable to get any information.

Why do you want to organize a dinner party at Songhelou, it feels like you have opened the door to hell.

Perhaps, I really opened the door to hell......

The night sky is still dark and deep.

The Buddha beads of tiger ink agarwood are still silently coiling in the palms of the silver-haired old man, but on the old man, compared with the past few decades, there seem to be some completely different things, and the old man at this moment is like a god and demon.

In the slightly cool courtyard, two night falcons rose up, carrying the signal of death, and flew towards the dark heaven and earth, towards the upper reaches of the Han River and the sleeping people.

Quietly flowing by the Han River is the sleeping town of Ritsu and its innocent and defenseless people.

This night, which was destined to be remembered by Xiangyang City or the Great Qin Empire, stepped to the peak of the bloody night chaos at this moment......