There was silence in this stone temple built in the wind and sand.

Only the whistling of the wind through the hall.

The curvaceous black-haired woman raised her head incredulously: "Senior brother is dead? ”

"How could he die? Isn't it often said that bad people live for a thousand years? ”

When I raised my head, I saw that this woman had a high nose and deep eyes, a deep and delicate face, just like a woman from the Western Regions, with a graceful body, and she looked like she was only twenty-one or twelve years old.

"Sometimes bad people don't live for a thousand years." The sad old man said with a hissing smile.

"Although that rebel didn't become a climate, but he died in the Central Plains like this, I can't swallow this breath."

"I'm going to go to the Central Plains."

"You have a good home here, Ningxia."

As soon as these words came out, Ningxia stepped forward and knelt on the ground with a thud: "By all means, Master, you still have old wounds, and those Han people in the Central Plains are treacherous and cunning by nature. ”

The sad old man looked up playfully at Ningxia who was kneeling on the ground, and the woman's body was dressed in a soft gauze dress and laid a beautiful arc on the ground of the sandy palace: "Could it be that Ningxia wants to take a trip instead of your teacher?" ”

Ningxia bowed his head and knelt on the ground: "If Master allows." ”

The sad old man laughed, and the sand of the palace fell uncontrollably.

"Let the teacher teach you another exercise."

Ningxia raised his head in surprise and called Master.

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……

And in the Central Plains, Los Angeles is in full bloom in spring.

After the Qingming Festival, the atmosphere of late spring gradually became stronger, but the Sky Soul Inn was still open as usual every day, getting up early and closing at night, everything went naturally.

The people of Los Angeles have gradually become familiar with this inn with a strange name, and they also know that this inn has a bright and shining proprietress who hardly shows up all day long, the tender water of the kitchen lady, and the shopkeeper who runs the hall, with quick hands and feet, one person can keep the whole inn in order, although the food is simple, but it is not unpalatable.

Although the room was basic, it was really clean.

As a result, the business of the Sky Soul Inn gradually improved.

Regarding the task of assassinating Ning Huaiyuan last time, the past is in the past, and the secret book left by Ning Huaiyuan is not the legendary Zixia Divine Skill, after all, the news released by the Huashan faction in the end is only suspicious, so as to increase the pursuit of Ning Huaiyuan.

That cheats book is actually just a Huashan sword book, the level is quite high, it is a sword book of the wind fast sword, it is quite powerful, but it is quite cumbersome to practice, although it does not require advanced internal skills, but it needs a very solid foundation of swordsmanship to be able to practice.

Xue Ling was not interested after looking at it twice, but Fang Bei took it and looked at it for a few days, and threw it back again.

However, up to now, the practice of Fang Bei that Xue Ling has seen is still the boring and boring constant swinging of the sword every night, and he has never seen any superfluous movements.

But in the same way, after Ning Huaiyuan's battle, Xue Ling didn't dare to underestimate Fang Bei no matter what.

After all, he really used the strength equivalent to that of a nine-rank martial artist to forcibly play with Ning Huaiyuan, a third-rank master with high martial arts, in the palm of his hand, and in the end, he killed people invisibly.

The soft sword called Rolex that Fang Bei gave was worn by Xue Ling recently, but it was really difficult to practice, because the soft sword relied on the flick of the wrist when it was shot, and even if it could infuse internal force into the soft sword, it was very difficult to make smooth sword moves.

For this reason, when Xue Ling complained to Fang Bei, Fang Bei told Xue Ling - the most important thing to practice this kind of Qimen blade is to be willing to work hard and be willing to work hard.

For example, when my fingers were still there, I loved this soft sword.

As soon as this sentence came out, the angry Xue Ling almost turned around and left.

But you can't go, Xue Ling is now a little used to this kind of life as a chef, in fact, the rivers and lakes are more real than Xue Ling imagined.

She is now an assassin of the hive, and she has just participated in the killing of Ning Huaiyuan, a master whose strength far exceeds expectations, it can be said that the rivers and lakes can no longer be in the rivers and lakes.

But every day, there are not so many fights and killings, swords and swords, every day Xue Ling has to deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt, and Emei swordsmanship is used to peel the radish skin.

But I have to say that when diners praised Xue Ling's radish skin for being thin and white, Xue Ling was still a little happy?

With the flick of his fingers, a few months have passed, and Xue Ling sometimes thinks - wouldn't it be good if he could always be such an assassin?

Of course, only sometimes.

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……

Changqing Bathhouse is the largest bathhouse in Los Angeles.

Because it is not convenient to take a hot bath at the Xiao Soul Inn - after all, Lin Xue, as a little chef, can't use the agarwood barrel to take a bath, and even if she can, her ear room can't fit that bathhouse.

So you can only wash it in the courtyard of the Sky Soul Inn?

In this way, don't practice swords here, and Xue Ling will take a bath over there.

That can only be said, this picture is too beautiful for me to look at.

So, every half a month, Xue Ling would come to Changqing Bath to take a bath.

With his monthly money of four pieces of silver.

The Changqing Bathhouse is a hot spring bath, with separate baths for men and women, as well as compartmental baths.

Relatively speaking, the private room is definitely more expensive than the lobby.

Xue Ling asked for a private room.

Putting the clothes into the wooden barrel and submerging his body in the warm spring water, Xue Ling looked up at the ceiling painted with colorful murals above his head, feeling the comfort and comfort of his limbs.

At that moment, Xue Ling felt that he had regained the feeling of the noble girl of the hundred families of the brocade guard called Xue Ling.

But I may never go back.

It always takes a long, long time for a girl to soak in the bath.

But Xue Ling didn't take that long.

She only soaked in the hot spring for half an hour, then she got up, put on a loose white linen bathrobe, went barefoot, and gently pushed on the wall of the hot spring bath, where a dark hole appeared.

The girl had already locked the door of the bathroom cubicle, and no matter how bold someone was, she would not break into a bathroom that was being used by a female guest.

This dark passage is dark and long.

However, Xue Ling's footsteps were silent, like the calmest and lightest cat.

At the end of the tunnel, there is another door.

Xue Ling stood in front of the door, her hair was wet, and she was wearing only a loose white linen bathrobe, and she raised her index and middle fingers and knocked on the door.

Three long and three short.

Three short and three long.

The door creaked open, and only a dim candle was lit inside.

Here is thirty zhang underground, the so-called upper poor blue down the yellow spring.

This is the Yellow Spring.

Xue Ling walked into the room and saluted the thin old man in the room with his back to her.

"Xue Ling, one hundred households in Jinyi, meet Mr. Zou."