Every city has its own darkness.

There is a bridge in Xinzheng City, a bridge that divides the whole city into east and west.

The bridge is small, but it has a special meaning......

Walking through the small, dark streets west of the city, the rain ticked on the ground, and occasionally a homeless person or two on the side of the street sheltered from the rain under the eaves.

Looking at the silver-haired young man holding a long sword and walking in the rain, someone wanted to make a warning, but in the end he could only swallow the sound back into his stomach.

Wei Zhuang had already gotten some of the news he wanted from Tang Qi, the master of the Seven Peerless Hall, but before he could act, Han Fei's news had already spread.

"The ...... of the Scorpion Gate, originally I thought that the background that the other party found was Ji Wuye, but I didn't expect it to be Wei Feng......"

Wei Zhuang's vigilance against Wei Feng in his heart has never diminished, and this is the only person he can't even see clearly.

But there is one thing Wei Zhuang knows very well, that is, the other party's boundless ambition!

The Scorpion Gate, as one of the two major killer organizations in Xinzheng City, has always been guarded by dozens of murderous killers, but today it has become rare to become quiet.

The poisonous scorpion gatekeeper of the poisonous scorpion gate pressed a man whose face could not be seen clearly, standing behind a black ink crow, watching the swordsman on the opposite side approach step by step.

"The person you want, right here. Take him with him. ”

The cold voice of the ink crow sounded, and then the poisonous scorpion also pushed the person directly in front of Wei Zhuang with a very good eye.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're an ink crow, right?" Wei Zhuang glanced at the embarrassed man and continued to examine Mo Crow.

"It's very unpleasant to be remembered by someone like you. Judging from the current situation, you and I are not friends, but we are not enemies, so you don't need to remember me. The ink crow replied indifferently.

"As the leader of the Hundred Bird Killer Regiment and Ji Wuye's guard, do you think you and I are not enemies?" The shark tooth in Wei Zhuang's hand slowly raised.

Seeing this, Mo Crow shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that Mr. Wei Zhuang is too suspicious."

"I'm really curious, what kind of existence is it that can make Mo Crow so obedient and obedient, even at the expense of disobeying Ji Wuye's orders!"

Before the words fell, the shark tooth sword had already slashed out an incomparable sword qi and swept towards the ink crow and the poisonous scorpion.

The horizontal swordsmanship of the Guigu faction is sharp in killing, brave and invincible, and the world is shocked with a sword!

As the so-called madness is like the wind, fierce as the waves, the momentum is shocking and murderous! Every move of horizontal swordsmanship is as fast as lightning, varied, and deadly, without giving the opponent a chance to breathe.

Mo Crow didn't dare to confront Wei Zhuang with such a strong sword, so he relied on his extraordinary light skills to dodge in an instant.

As for the poisonous scorpion down there......

Just when the master of this poisonous scorpion sect who bullied the weak and feared the hard was waiting in horror for death to come, a sword aura appeared in the darkness in an instant, directly defeating Wei Zhuang's traversal in all directions.

"Let's go back......"

"A word of advice to you, night is not the darkest time, the dawn before dawn is the real darkest hour!"

"Tell Han Fei that where South Korea can go in the end depends on his choice......"

At the end of the voice, it was as if it were nothing.

Wei Zhuang's hand clenched his shark teeth, but he didn't continue to shoot.

The temptation just now has proved a lot of things, and the master hidden in the shadows is far stronger than himself......

And the advice just now was obviously something that someone wanted to convey to Han Fei through the mouth of the other party.

Obviously, the other party does not want to conflict with them now, or even to have a misunderstanding. What will happen after that, everything depends on Han Fei's attitude.

"Han Fei, do you know what kind of people we may face in the future......

With a secret sigh in his heart, Wei Zhuang directly lifted the man on the ground, turned around and walked towards the edge of darkness step by step.

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The bamboo forest garden outside Xinzheng City.

Li Chenfeng accompanied Honglian all the way out of the gate of the annex.

"Humph! said okay to accompany me to watch the play, just at the beginning of the person disappeared, stinky ninth brother, bad ninth brother, see how I clean you up tomorrow! ”

Honglian, who was released by Han Fei halfway, was a little angry, and secretly poked and scolded someone there in a whisper.

Behind him, Li Chenfeng Tsing Yi strolled along, looking like he didn't see anything.

His performance made Honglian, who wanted to pretend to be angry and ask for comfort, feel angry, and turned her head to stare at her with a vicious look.

"Oh? How? Don't princesses like to go to theater? Li Chenfeng asked in surprise.

"You're ......!!"

"Bad guys! You're all bad guys! Ignore you! ”

Looking at the red lotus with a little red circles under her eyes, Li Chenfeng suddenly laughed and grabbed her little hand, and in her struggle, said softly: "I said little red lotus, do you know what this Wushan Zhihui is talking about?" ”

Feeling the big hand that couldn't be broken, Honglian also gave up the idea of getting rid of the other party, tilted her head to look at Li Chenfeng, and snorted angrily: "Of course I know, isn't it the witch of the Wushan Mountain in the dream of the King of Chu?" ”

Li Chenfeng smiled and nodded, "Yes, it is indeed the story of the goddess of Wushan." ”

According to legend, the daughter of the Red Emperor was named Yao Ji, died unmarried, and was buried in the sun of Wushan in Yunmeng, and the king of Chu Huai traveled to the Tang Dynasty, slept in the day, and met his god in a dream, calling himself "the daughter of Wushan". This Wushan will be the story of the two people and the morning and twilight in the dream. Moreover, Song Yu, a doctor of the State of Chu, also wrote about the Tang Dynasty to remember it. ”

When Honglian heard this, the corners of her mouth pursed, and she said disdainfully: "Hmph, what do you say about the King of Chu will be a goddess, it's just the sycophancy of the old man Song Yu, just take a look at it as a story." What is the goddess of Wushan in this world, if it is really the daughter of the Red Emperor, how can she look down on King Chu Huai! ”

Today's Song Yu should be fifty or sixty years old, and he is not dead, so naturally there is nothing more talented than Song Yu and better than Pan An, but it is said that this old man was indeed elegant and handsome when he was young, so he was very valued by the King of Chu.

Li Chenfeng looked at the red lotus, and also smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes, then Song Yu is a flattering little old man." However, the story of this Wushan meeting is indeed a matter of love between men and women, and it is naturally the most suitable relationship between you and me, if Brother Han is here, wouldn't it be embarrassing? ”

"Why is it embarrassing?"

Honglian's little head can't think of these things, and there are so many dignitaries and nobles who are watching the play, and few of them are here to talk about love?

It can only be said that people think differently depending on the times.

In the eyes of those nobles, what is this Wushan meeting or not Wushan meeting, they don't care about this, they are more just having a good time, or contacting the relationship.

Who let this ancient society not even have a pastime and entertainment......