"Where?"

seemed to have guessed that Lin Fanqing would ask this, but before Lin Fanqing's voice fell, Mr. Guo asked back. There was a hint of vicissitudes in his tone.

"Qingyanmen. ”

As if he didn't understand that Mr. Guo would ask such a question, Lin Fanqing was a little dazed.

"Huh...... Qingyan Gate?"

Mr. Guo chuckled and repeated slowly. There was a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

"Which Qingyan Gate is it?"

Lin Fanqing was stunned, as if he had been choked.

Then he came back to his strength and gently put the wine glass he was playing with on the table.

"Huh...... It's also ......."

In the middle of the night, a long sigh was mixed with a little bitterness.

No one spoke anymore.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Fanqing got up slowly.

"Gone. ”

As if he hadn't heard Lin Fanqing's sigh-like goodbye at the end, Mr. Guo was still pouring himself a slow wine.

Overhead, the glowing pearl of the night hung overhead, the soft light swirling slowly with the liquid that fell into the glass.

A slow sigh gradually melted into the silent night.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the night is as cool as water.

......

Liuyun got up early in the morning, and originally wanted to go to the outer pavilion as usual to help the workers prepare the tools they needed for the day, but he was pulled all the way by Chu Nanhe to a strange place.

It looks like a not very small playground.

The morning sun shone on Mr. Guo's tall and straight back, and the breeze swept through him, and the placket of his clothes fluttered.

Looking at the man standing at the end of the sun, Liuyun was in a trance for a moment.

The man in the distant sunlight seemed to hear the footsteps getting closer behind him, and slowly turned around.

"Coming?"

......

In an antique and delicate room, there are messy books scattered all over the floor, and some miscellaneous things are randomly placed on the floor. There was a faint aroma of soothing incense in the air.

"The young master's body is fine now...... It's just that the mental state is very poor. ”

Outside the house, an old man who seemed to be a man said respectfully to the woman in front of him.

"Alas...... This kid. ”

The woman sighed softly.

Ever since the girl of the Mu family lost her life on the Fire Cliff, that kid has been missing for several months inexplicably. It's easy to no longer be heard from again, but he came back with a body injury.

Even if I came back, I couldn't live in peace, I couldn't sleep every night, I didn't think about tea and food, so I locked myself in that room and kept rummaging through something.

The woman glanced at the closed door with some concern, "Let him sleep for a while." ”

......

Under the shade of the trees, Liuyun, who was already soaked in sweat, trembled slightly with his hand holding a small spear.

Breathlessly, he gasped roughly.

Immediately after that, the spear floating in mid-air on the opposite side still did not pause, and pierced towards the flowing clouds again.

Liuyun froze, held his breath, and waved the spear in his hand again to meet him.

"Boom"

The physical exertion of too many times has already exhausted Liuyun.

As soon as the spear in his hand touched the spear that was waving in mid-air, it was knocked away.

The spear that pierced it didn't change direction, without any pause.

Liuyun hurriedly dodged sideways, but unexpectedly, the spear swung back, and the hard wood stabbed Liuyun fiercely.

The tiny body was then slammed to the ground.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

Falling face down to the ground, Liuyun, who had eaten a gray face, gasped hard and staggered to get up.

The sweat left on the top of his head flowed down the corners of his eyes and into his eyes, and Liuyun blinked with difficulty. He couldn't open his eyes when he was stung by bitter sweat.

The little body staggered up from the ground, although the lungs were already sore and itchy.

Out of the corner of his dry eye, he caught a glimpse of a small pale green figure in the distance.

Liuyun panted as he watched Chu Nanhe calmly swing the spear in his hand, resisting the spear in front of him that kept stabbing more violently one by one.

Liuyun turned his head and wiped his eyes vigorously.

Bend down to pick up the spear you just dropped.

Watch as the spear hanging in mid-air stabs at him again.

Liuyun gritted his teeth slightly and got up to meet him.

"Ling!"

......

In that somewhat dimly lit room, He Yan woke up slowly.

The effect of soothing incense for a long time, the moment I suddenly woke up, I had a headache.

He got up with a frown.

Smelled the peculiar smell in his room.

“...... Tranquility?"

He Yan muttered softly.

Thinking that he has not slept for so many days, it may have worried his father and mother.

Then he got up and walked to the window, and the moment he opened the window, the fresh air hit him.

The wind gently blew into the somewhat messy room on the ground, and He Yan's long hair hanging down the back of his head slowly fluttered with the hem of his clothes gently swinging.

The hem of the garment rose in the wind, revealing the delicate white jade around the waist. The underside of the jade was covered with a few pale white velvets, which fluttered gently with the wind. It's like a decorative jade worn by a girl.

The swing of the hem of the clothes shook with the small and delicate white jade.

I can vaguely see a few beautiful words engraved on it.

Gradually, the somewhat dim sky began to turn orange, and the distant sun gradually faded westward, carrying with it the fatigue of a shining day.

Suddenly, a sharp eagle chirp suddenly came from outside the window, which had been silent.

He stretched out his right hand, and a slightly larger eagle fell from his slender arm.

Looking closely at the eagle, I saw that under the black and shiny feathers, one of the talons had a long, cylindrical note pinned to it.

After He Yan took off the note, he threw his hands away, and the eagle disappeared in the blink of an eye with a low roar.

Slowly walked to the desk and sat down, and the two big hands slowly opened the small note rolled together.

As the note opened, three small words clearly appeared on the white curly note.

After seeing those three small characters, He Yan's facial features, which originally had a scholarly temperament, were hideous for a moment.

The fist clenched in the sleeve twisted out a string of bones in an instant, and the clear sound of movement was made.

The wind was still blowing towards the room, and the few books on the desk were messed up by the wind.

As the wind subsided, one of the books on the desk that had just been rampled by the wind gradually fell to a page full of dense names of people.

I saw a few bold letters written at the beginning of the page.

List of survivors after the defeat.

One part of the list was circled with a blood-red marker.

The place that was circled was the three words in the middle of the note that He Yan had opened just now.

"Fong Wing's ......"

In the silence of the late summer evening, a cold, icy sound slowly resounded in the dimly lit room.

......