The crooked moon,

Such as hanging tips.

The stars are dim.

The moon is bleak.

But in such a round of months, there are still people who are willing to sit and drink with their hearts and refuse to sleep.

This is an old man, dressed in a not very luxurious blue robe, sitting at the entrance of the hall, looking at the moon, raising a glass and drinking alone.

There was no light in the courtyard, only moonlight, no one, only him

Under the moonlight, I can already see that this hall is amazing and extravagant.

In the huge courtyard, he seemed to be alone, silent, only the sound of him drinking.

The old man is naturally an old man, and his age is already very large, but his status is also high, and it is not ordinarily high, it is amazingly high, and the power is inclined to the government and the opposition, ranking among the three princes, below one person, and above ten thousand people.

This person, of course, is Cai Jing.

Although he is old, he has an elegant attitude, and he drinks with a bit of the elegance of a scholar, and there is a little uninhibited of a madman. He is even more well-maintained, his face is like a crown of jade, if he does not know his share, no one can see his age.

The moon fell, and I don't know if the moon is reflecting the eyes, or the eyes are reflecting the moon, this Cai Xiang, who dominates the dynasty and makes countless heroes and heroes in the world want to eat it and drink its marrow, this will, his eyes are shining with cunning essence, and he doesn't know what kind of tricks he thought of to deal with the people he wants to deal with.

He had been drinking alone for many years.

is also like the top master in the rivers and lakes, the power has reached his point, it has reached the peak, there are a few people in the world who dare to drink with him, and there are even fewer who are qualified to drink with him, not to mention, he has done all the bad things, everything is done, few people drink with him, and he does not dare to drink with others.

For him, everyone in the world is eager to get rid of him quickly, and it is difficult to vent his hatred and anger with a thousand cuts.

However, he is still alive and well.

It's like talking can only be talking, you can't do the facts, you can't kill people, you can't change the facts, so he never likes to speak loudly; That hatred can only be hate, what can you do if you hate him again, those who dare to kill him have long since died, they can only hate, they can only grit their teeth with hatred in their hearts, but they can't do anything, in the end, he is still a high-powered Cai Xiang.

Let them hate, they can only think but not do, this is the manifestation of the weak, with his current status, how can he care about what a few weak people think.

Even if they do, what can they do?

Gotta die, too.

"Huh!"

He drank his wine, looked at the moon, and smiled.

"I'm curious, what are you laughing at?"

But as soon as he finished laughing, in the silent courtyard, a hoarse voice, with a golden and iron texture that made people churn, suddenly sounded, like extremely sharp ice picks, nailed into his ears.

Cai Jing stopped holding the cup, stared at the flower garden, where there was an image that melted into the shadow darkness, with a pair of chilling and murderous cold eyes, glancing at him lightly, and even, there was a playful joke, like an eagle looking at a rabbit, and a wolf looking at a sheep, full of murderous intent.

That kind of condescending gaze really made Cai Jing too uncomfortable.

After all, he was always the one who looked at others like this in the past, but today, if it was him, he didn't like it after all.

"Your Excellency came late at night, I don't know what you are doing?"

Cai Jing asked with a smile.

But his smile now is like a kind of cold smile, after all, the land of the capital can be described as a Longtan Tiger, and his Cai Mansion is undoubtedly one of the most dangerous places.

This person dares to come alone, I really don't know if he is a master of art and bold, or he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

"It's very good, I'll kill you!"

He asked a simple question, and the man answered it simply.

Under the moonlight, most of the person has appeared, with his hair draped over his shoulders, and that strange face that makes people shudder to look at, what kind of face is this, dark and terrifying, but more like a yaksha rakshasa and a man-eating ghost, Cai Jing's eyes did not change when he first saw it, but he soon found that it was just a bronze mask.

Moreover, the posture in which the person walks is even more bizarre.

The legs under the clothes don't seem to move, don't shake, don't shrug shoulders, don't even move the waist, not so much walking, to not say floating, standing upright, but the feet are standing on tiptoe, the toes are slippery against the flowers and plants, looking, like a paper man as light and fluttering, it's really like a ghost that hooks the soul, a slip and a float, it's already three or four feet away, there is no smoke and fire, it's creepy.

At a glance, this ghostly shadow had fallen from the flower garden to the stone path outside the hall door.

"It's a good light, it's a good method."

Cai Jing's eyes widened sharply, and he praised loudly.

And the man moved.

In the originally silent and uninhabited night, several or a dozen shadows have appeared one after another from hidden corners.

Cai Jingzai looked at this uninvited guest carefully and seriously, but seeing that this person was covered in a pitch-black ink robe, standing with his arms around him, and carrying a pair of four-foot-long sharp weapons around his waist, he looked at it for a long time, thinking and thinking in his mind, but he had never heard of or seen such a person in the rivers and lakes.

"It seems that tonight not only can I enjoy the moon and drink, but also see a trapped beast fight, but I can relieve my boredom, and then bring me a pot of wine!"

He didn't care, he didn't even move, he still sitting, as if Zhizhu was in his hand and Shengjuan was in his hand.

"Smack!"

Cai Jing stroked his palms and said with a smile: "In this case, do you want to fight with him, or do you want to work together to capture him in one fell swoop?" ”

The implication is that he treats this person as a fish on the chopping board and lets it be slaughtered.

Of course, it was Su Qing, who came, he lowered his voice, and a hoarse and deep voice sounded from under his mask with a disdainful sneer. "Cai Xiang has such a Yaxing, then I will reluctantly make it difficult and kill you all, Huangquan is far away, so I can be a companion!"

As soon as he spoke, his gaze suddenly squinted to one side.

There, there was a somewhat slender figure, this man was on the roof, he was pillowing his arms and legs crossed, as if he was sleeping, but now, he had risen in the air, and jumped into the air.

Figures flickered.

The soft one is like a breeze, and the show is like a bright moon.

Fa Qiqiao is light and agile, but in the change of momentum, it has brought out a fierce and fierce qi, as well as a sharp edge.

The man's movements are also graceful.

The beautiful one can take a man's life, and he can take off a man's head.

Luo sleeps.

Su Qing had already roughly recognized the origin of this person after feeling the compelling edge emanating from this person, because the other party had no sword in his hand, and a person without a sword could exude a sword qi, and in the whole world, except for Guan Qi, I am afraid, only Luo was left sleeping.

The head of the Seven Absolute Divine Swords, Luo slept.

There are many people in the world who are famous for their swords, but he is undoubtedly the only one who uses the name of "sword".

The sword is him.

He is the sword.

Up to now, this sword has long been unique and famous, and it is no longer the seventh in the world.

Luo Meng has no sword in his hand, he has a hand, as soon as his hand comes out, his hand is a sword, a person is like a divine sword, volleying straight into the air, stabbing at Su Qing's neck, like a demon, bringing out a terrible roar that pierces people's eardrums.

He was aggressive.

Extremely fast, extremely fierce.

The distance between the two was rapidly shortened, and he seemed to be able to see his own shadow from those icy crystal clear eyes.

Moreover, this person has not moved, does not dodge or dodge, but seems to have been frightened stupid, stunned, or too late to react.

He thought so in his heart, but these distractions were quickly discarded by him, because he could only have a sword in his mind, and only a sword.

It's just that.

Just when he was almost less than two feet in front of the other party.

His face suddenly turned blue and green, and he really saw himself, and he could see it more clearly than ever, for suddenly there was a blue rainbow in front of him, and it was a sword, a sword that had never been seen before, and his terrifying and moving face was reflected on the sword.

"Good sword!"

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