In the evening, the sky is about to darken.

In the mansion of the prefect of Hangzhou, the young boy Lang was sitting in his living room, eating food with the little girl.

At the dinner table, there were only two of them.

Because the young man's father, that is, the Zhou Lian envoy, was invited to eat at Zhao Yuanwai's house in the west of the city today, and he couldn't come back for a while.

His mother had fallen seriously ill since he was a child.

Therefore, there are only two of them who dine.

The food on the table was very simple, and even a little shabby.

There are only two plates of stir-fry, and a bowl of clear soup.

Maybe it's because the official is really honest, or maybe he has been educated like this since he was a child, so that the young man, who is the son of the prefect, doesn't know how to waste food.

However, although the meal was simple, the boy was very happy to eat.

Because after having the company of the person he likes, even if there is no food, he feels that he can eat a bowl of rice.

It's just that, compared to him, the little girl looks uncomfortable.

This is not her home, after all, nor is it the cozy inn.

Moreover, the teenager on the other side always looked at him with a pair of eyes full of love, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Hey! Can you please stop looking at me like that, I'm panicking! ”。

When the young man came back to his senses, his cheeks turned red and he began to eat.

The little girl wanted to finish the story quickly and then go back. But the other party refused to let him, and insisted on waiting until after eating, and then went to the yard to tell the story.

As a result, she could only roll her eyes and reluctantly obey the other party's wishes.

……..

Time actually passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was already dark.

In a small garden under the moonlight, the figures of young boys and girls appeared at a stone table.

In fact, the garden is not big, and it is even a little small.

It feels more like a garden built for the sake of a garden, not for enjoyment.

However, in the garden, there are all kinds of flowers and trees.

Therefore, if it is only for these two people to tell the story, it is enough.

On the stone table, although placed melons and fruits, with teapots.

But the young man never even touched it.

He just laid his hands across the stone table and looked at the little girl sitting opposite him with a golden look in his eyes.

Beside the circular arch on the north side of the garden, a grim swordsman was leaning against the arch with his eyes closed and his long sword in his arms.

As a cultivator at the moment, his mission here was to protect the safety of Lord Xiao Zhou.

And this is also a common scene in the current court.

However, everyone inside and outside the field, including several subordinates who were working elsewhere, did not notice that there was a person lying above the roof of the hall in the garden.

Under the moonlight, he crossed his feet, used his hands as pillows, and lay on the roof, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

His eyes were deep, just like the little girl thought, they were eyes full of stories.

Eventually, he came over.

This may be a matter of nature, or it may be a fate that he cannot escape.

He listened to the story told by the little girl in the garden below, and unconsciously remembered the battle ten years ago in his mind.

………….

The story is windy and rainy, joyful and capricious.

Life has a beginning and an end, with ups and downs.

The storyteller, who has finished telling the story.

The person who can listen to the story has not finished his life.

The little girl coughed softly and spoke.

"I'm done, I'm going back."

The young man got up and said in a panic.

"Oh, yes. I'll send you back! ”。

The little girl wanted to refuse, but seeing that it was already dark, and she had no relatives here, she had no choice but to agree.

Led by the young man, the little girl followed him into a carriage that was not very delicate.

The grim swordsman sat outside the carriage, and after the reins in his hand trembled, the carriage slowly drove in the direction of the inn.

It's still winter, and it's still a little cold.

At night, the long street is deserted and deserted.

The sound of horses stepping on bluestones, plus the sound of cars rolling on the ground, is the only sound on this street.

The grim swordsman's gaze was like a torch.

I saw him holding the reins in one hand and the long sword beside him in the other.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

It was tonight, and it was a little quieter.

So, I saw him whip his horse and speed up.

The places along the way are all private houses, so it will be quiet.

But he knew that if he walked a little longer, he would come to the lively street.

By then, he should be able to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

However, just as he was hurrying up, he suddenly found that at the end of this long street, there was a figure standing.

The figure was dressed in a night robe, his face wrapped in black cloth, revealing only those sharp eyes, staring at him.

With a strong mention of his hand, he instantly tightened the reins.

After the sound of a horse's cry of "huh~", the carriage stopped moving forward.

The swordsman raised the sword in his hand and shouted, "Who stands in the way!" ”。

The black-clothed man in front of him stood straight at the end of the long street, staring coldly at the swordsman and said in a cold voice.

"Inside the carriage, but Zhou Xin's son."

When the swordsman saw this, his heart was cold, and he got out of the carriage immediately.

At the same time, the young man in the carriage was also curious and shouted outside, "Brother Zhao, why did you stop?" ”。

The swordsman said coldly without looking back, "Don't come out!" ”。

He didn't look back because he wanted to keep an eye on the man in front of him.

He could feel the killing intent in the other party's eyes.

And those who dare to commit murder on the street are definitely not good.

He walked to the carriage, looked at the man in black in the distance, and said coldly again, "Who is coming!" ”。

But as soon as he said this, he felt that two cold lights suddenly flashed from the corners of his eyes.

The cold light hit his brain, one left and one right.

My heart sank, knowing that tonight was going to be a fierce battle.

Without hesitation, he immediately drew the sword in his hand, and did not pay attention to the cold light on the left and right, but jumped on the spot, rolling directly in the air and landing on the back of the horse behind him.

Looking down, he saw three men in black armed with daggers on the street.

secretly said in his heart, "The cultivation of these three people is probably stronger than me!" Who exactly wants to kill Lord Xiao Zhou? ”。

He knew that he had no enemies in the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, this one must be for the sake of those who are behind him.

Suddenly, his mind lit up, and he remembered what the man in the cloak had said in the afternoon.

"Did Lord Xiao Zhou offend anyone?".

He remembered that the other party had asked him so.

But at that time, he didn't find the problem in this sentence.

"Could it be that person has already sensed that someone is going to kill Lord Xiao Zhou?"

It's just that the three men in black didn't give him time to think.

At this moment, the man in black who was at the end of the long street had also come to the front of the carriage, staring at the swordsman on horseback.

Maybe they didn't want to stall, or maybe they didn't take the swordsman seriously at all.

I saw that their eyes froze, and then the dagger in their hands turned into a wandering silver snake and stabbed at the swordsman.

The swordsman didn't dodge, because behind him, there were people he needed to protect.

So, I saw him slash out three sword blades one after another, breaking through the air and attacking the three black shadows.

But the black-clothed man's footsteps moved, and in a blink of an eye, he had already bypassed the sword qi.

The cold light took shape again, and the soldiers split into three paths, stabbing the swordsman in the head, chest, and left rib.

In desperation, the swordsman slashed with a sword, and then immediately reached out and pressed the hand that stabbed him in the left rib.

But who knows, although he cut off the two people in front of him, and although he held down the right hand of the third person, he felt that the blood in his body was flowing quickly from his right rib.

Turning his head suddenly, he found that there was another man in black beside him...