March, Luoyang, spring.

On the official road in the early morning, a white horse came slowly and leisurely from the north, and the sound of horses' hooves clattered the silence of the early morning. On both sides of the road, the green leaves are dripping, and on the tender green stems and leaves, the condensation rolls down and splashes into the dust.

On horseback, it was a man in a green shirt, holding a gourd of old wine in his hand, and a long sword diagonally behind his back, with a gentle face, as if smiling, and an indescribable laziness between his eyebrows.

And in his other hand, he held a bronze mask with a dark forest, shaped like a dragon's head, cold and cold, and his jaw exposed two outwardly curved fangs.

Is Bai Yujing dead?

In fact, it doesn't matter whether you die or not.

In this world, anyone can be the boss of the green dragon, and if you want to do something, you don't have to kill people, smart people know how to use their strengths, even if they don't use martial arts, they can knock people down. Although there are endless ways to kill people, the most clever ones are never to do it themselves.

And now, he is the boss of the green dragon.

What he has to do now is how to receive and control the power of the twelve halls, as well as the three hundred and sixty-five rudders, and even the eyes and ears of all sides.

But despite his mask, he is still an ordinary person. Therefore, he has to find an extraordinary person, this person is not only not ordinary, but also under one person in the "Blue Dragon Society", above ten thousand people, the identity is not trivial, and the powerful person is powerful.

You must know how hard a person is, racking his brains, even if he has successfully won the throne, but in the end there is something wrong with his name and words. What's more, he is still not so clear about everything about this force, so he needs a guide to support him, and turn those things that do not belong to him into his little by little.

……

In Luoyang City, the largest inn is called "Yue Guest Inn", which has not been opened for a long time. The house was newly built, the walls were whitewashed, the floor was paved, and even every piece of green tile on the roof seemed to be brand new, and under the morning sun, it reflected a dazzling light, like jasper.

But just a few days ago, the shopkeeper of this inn actually renovated it inside and out, which cost him hundreds of taels, which was really painful.

But he won't, he's not going to be in pain.

Because he will earn more, and he can't afford not to spend.

Just two days ago, he received a message.

A very powerful man is about to stay in his inn, this person is not only already famous, but also extremely noble, born as a prince and prince, and I don't know how many women in the world admire him.

This person is not only an indescribable status, but also has the best martial arts in the world, rarely meets opponents, and his appearance is even more handsome and chic, he is recognized as a heroic man on the rivers and lakes, and the outstanding white-clothed marquis, I don't know how many martial arts forces want to tie up with him.

Because of such a person, even if the other party only stays for one night, the shopkeeper does not dare to be sloppy in the slightest.

This person is the hereditary first-class marquis who is famous all over the world, Di Qinglin.

The inn is located in the center of the city, since it is the largest and best inn, the location naturally has to pick better, outside the inn, is two streets that cross into "ten". Early in the morning, someone had already collected swill and carried a dung bucket, but before they could get close to thirty zhang, they were sent away.

exquisite, it seems that the slightest smell can't be accommodated.

The inn has three floors.

Under the green tiles of Lingyun, a delicate and chic private room falls on the top floor.

Behind the curtain of beads, but he saw a man dressed in a snow-white robe, holding a jade cup made of mutton fat and jade, the wine in it was amber, and the fragrance was mellow, and he was reclining on a short couch covered with snow-white Persian wool felt, as if he was thinking about his heart, and as if waiting for someone.

He was indeed waiting for someone.

Two days ago.

He received a very strange post.

There are only a few words on it.

"On the eighth day of the first month of March, Yue Guest Inn, fight!"

It's a war post.

Although I don't know who wrote it, I don't see the slightest murderous intention, but what is hidden between the lines is all murderous intentions.

His face was a little pale, not sickly white, but a kind of cold, like the morning dew of the twilight frost, delicate like a woman, but the cold between his eyebrows always made his expression look cold and indifferent.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes looked at the glitz and glitz of the city, as if he was making a wordless and invisible mockery, mocking the humility of the world, and the ants.

He is Di Qinglin.

"Are you really going to duel with someone you don't know who?"

The melodious voice of the warbler sounded from beside him, and it turned out that there was a woman. The woman was wearing a red silk robe, lazily but cautiously lying beside Di Qinglin, her straight and delicate jade legs were half exposed, white like goat's milk.

Her clothes were thin, almost transparent, looming enough to drive any man crazy.

"You don't understand, living in this world, some people are lonely, because the reason why the top is called the top is that only a few people can stand, and the rest will always look up. In order to eliminate loneliness, you have to learn to go down to the top and pretend to be the people you look down on, so that you don't look out of the ordinary. ”

"What's more, if I can justifiably kill someone, how can I refuse!"

Di Qinglin gently twisted the jade cup in his hand, and spoke casually, as simple as eating and drinking.

The woman seemed very happy that Di Qinglin could tell her so much, because a man would only say his thoughts unabashedly in front of the woman he loved and trusted the most.

She seemed to be trembling happily, and her soft and hot delicate body had been attached little by little, like a fire, and even the Laneige aroma spit out between her lips and teeth seemed to turn into a heat wave at this moment.

Di Qinglin slowly put down the jade cup, he only felt that a hot current suddenly rose in his body, as if it had also been ignited by the fire that had been pasted over.

With his identity, he has already experienced too many stunning beauties, but only the woman in front of him can fully cooperate with him, know what he wants, satisfy him, Di Qinglin turned around.

Behind the curtain, it seemed to become charming, and the strange sound of the silk robe being torn was mixed with a strange breath.

But that's the time.

Suddenly the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the streets in the early morning.

The rise and fall are orderly, coming from afar.

"Da Da Da-"

In an instant, all the sounds seemed to be swept away in an instant, behind the curtain, Di Qinglin's eyes seemed to be flushed with strange red, and even his face was very red, and his blood was not even.

On the ground, wisps of blood-red silk robes were torn into strips.

On the bed, the woman's breath was still unsettled, and her beautiful eyes were watery.

Di Qinglin sighed.

"It's a pity!"

His voice seemed a little hoarser than before.

"He's coming!"

Because the sound of horses' hooves has stopped downstairs.

Di Qinglin wrapped his robe, his face slowly returned to his pale and delicate appearance, and he had already seen the opponent on horseback on the street.

At first glance, he saw the man, and was taken aback.

Junxiu is like him, and he can't help but feel a trace of jealousy at this time.

He was already very good-looking, but that one was even more beautiful than him, so unforgettable, thrilling, and soulless.

The man carried a sword on his back, rode a horse, and his pale blue robe was gently turned up in the morning breeze, and fell quickly, and the tears under the corners of his eyes seemed to glow red in the golden light of the morning sun, like a drop of undried blood.

The other party was laughing, but when he saw his disheveled appearance and the hot red on his face, he couldn't help frowning.

"Di Xiaohou Ye is really in a good mood, it's like this early in the morning, it seems that I didn't come at the right time!"

A soft voice, a faint tone.

Di Qinglin listened to the guardrail with both hands tightly and said in a deep voice:

"No, you came at a good time!"

But the man slapped his horse and turned around and hurried out of the city.

When Di Qinglin saw the other party turn around, he already stared at it and swept downstairs.

It's just still a step too late.

A chuckle came down the morning breeze.

"Bring your sword!"

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