The evening breeze is slanting, the eaves are slight, the jade is golden, the flowers are clustered, the red walls are separated, and the world is divided into two. On the towering jade cicada tower, a tall figure stood against the railing, and his lilac eyes revealed supreme compassion for the world. This person is, of course, Yuwen Tuo, the national teacher of the current Great Sui Dynasty.

On the one hand, there was the bitter shouts of the excavation workers on the canal, and on the other hand, there was the cheerful singing and dancing in the Taihe Hall downstairs. These two voices made Yuwentuo's heart fluctuate, and then thinking about the 100,000 soldiers who were still struggling in Goryeo, Yuwentuo felt a wave of guilt and pain in his heart. At the beginning, it was to avoid the misery of life, and the war would be involved in the battle between the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and saw that Emperor Wen was benevolent and loved the people, so he helped him win the world, but the chaos of the Eight Desolations was early, and he did not hesitate to bear the infamy of this murderous demon, who knew that Emperor Wen was followed by Yang Guang, the tyrannical monarch, who once doubted whether he had made the wrong decision to the clan, and caused the people of the world to suffer even more.

O world! When will you stop fighting and live in peace? It's just a corner of the house, is it really that difficult to do? Yuwen Tuo secretly complained in his heart, and smashed his fist on the jade fence in anger, and the jade was splashed with blood.

"Can't we such a smart Yuwen National Master even think through such a superficial question?" A delicate and white hand reached over and pressed the gentle white brocade handkerchief against Yuwen Tuo's wound. In the afterglow of the sunset, the figures of the future people are very beautiful.

"Is that you?" Yuwen Tuo glanced up at the visitor.

"Hmph, even if you are a national teacher, you are favored by the emperor, and when you see Princess Ning Ke today, you still have to do some etiquette!" The person who comes is jeweled, rich and compelling, delicate like a peony, bright as the clear sky and the sun, the pear vortex is smiling, and the style is superb. She is the princess of the current Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Guang's niece - Dugu Ningke, and the Dugu son who went to the top of Qingyue with Yuwen Tuo that day.

"You know, even the sea in this world will be filled up one day, but there is one thing that can never be filled, and that is human desire. So if you want everyone in the world to be in peace, you can only be a fool's dream. Princess Ning Ke was gently bandaging Yuwen Tuo's wounds, and at the same time looking at him deadly, that look seemed to engrave every change in Yuwen Tuo's face into her mind.

"Unless everyone in this world is doing the same, and there is a real balance and equality between heaven and earth, your wish may come true." Ning Ke wrapped Yuwen Tuo's hand, gently held it between his palms and rubbed it carefully, seriously feeling the sword cocoon on it. "So you didn't choose the wrong clan, because no matter which sect you chose in the troubled times, it will have such consequences, everything has its rise and fall, let alone a dynasty?"

"You know a lot." Yuwen Tuo seemed to be laughing at himself.

"I'm going to marry Utuyama, the lord of the Turkic State, next month......" Ning Ke stared at Yuwen Tuo fiercely, and there were tears in his eyes. No......" Yuwen Tuo almost blurted out, "Why not?" Ning Ke's face flushed with excitement, and his eyes were full of joy.

Yuwen Tuo also felt his gaffe, and hurriedly said: "The Turkic country is far away in the alpine land, the material is lacking, and it does not produce grains, only eats beef and mutton, and lives in tents, princess, you have been clothed and fed since you were a child, and you have lived in the warm pavilion of the Golden Palace for a long time, how can you bear such suffering, not to mention that you have never met the Turkic lord......" "You are still thinking about my lifelong happiness!" Ning Ke looked at Yuwen Tuo sadly, "In fact, how many princesses who are close to each other can just marry the person they like?" …… Yuwen Guoshi has a heart. ”

"The emperor cherishes you so much, as long as you and I ask him for his life at the same time, there may be room for maneuver." Yuwen Tuo can't tell what kind of mood he is in this heart, in short, he is not happy.

"Is it still an excuse for what you just said?" Ning Ke smiled bitterly and shook his head, and stopped talking, "...... You're always like that. She turned around and left abruptly, leaving behind a refreshing aftertaste, and Yuwen Tuo still stood there steadily.

In the Taihe Palace, the singing and dancing rested, and Emperor Yang retreated left and right, talking to Yuwen Tuo alone.

"What did you gain from this trip to the top of the moon?" Emperor Yang is only in his forties, but the long-term consumption of wine and wine, the life of dogs and horses has made him change his body shape greatly, his complexion is decayed, lying on the golden seat of the leopard cushion in the snow-capped mountains like a round ball of meat, I really can't imagine that he is the brave prince who took the lead in leading the troops into Jiankang City during the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

"That's just some of Weichen's movements in the rivers and lakes, and what he did was just some things in the rivers and lakes. The minister is guilty, so the emperor is too worried. "Yuwen Tuo was perfunctory, and sighed secretly in his heart: 'It seems that this faint monarch is not so confused that the country is unstable and does not know.'"

"Then do you know which faction is the most powerful in the rivers and lakes now?"

"It's not one faction, but there are three factions standing side by side, just like the three-legged trend during the Warring States period."

"Oh? What are the three factions? "Emperor Yang seems to be interested.

"The Qianye Mausoleum in the south of the Yangtze River, the Luoshen Palace in Shaanxi, and the Qingyue Peak in Tibet." Yuwen Tuo said slowly.

"And who do you think will be the winner?" Emperor Yang stroked his beard and asked matter-of-factly.

"How is the emperor prepared?" Yuwen Tuo couldn't guess what medicine was sold in this faint gourd for a while, "The minister thinks that the top priority is to put down the rebellion and peasant uprisings in all directions first, these people in the rivers and lakes have their own piece of the world, and they should not threaten the emperor's country." ”

"Yuwen Aiqing, I think you will be wrong, I have no intention of suppressing them out of fear. Of course, I understand the principle of non-aggression between the rivers and lakes, and to a certain extent, the rivers and lakes also play a role of checks and balances. ”

"Yes, maybe the rivers and lakes were born before the imperial court!" Yuwen Tuo seemed to understand what Emperor Yang meant, and agreed with the Tao.

"Yes, in troubled times, if there is no one who comes out to suppress those rogue grass cowards, the world will definitely be even more chaotic than it is now."

"What does the emperor mean...... Raise one of the factions to become the leader of the martial arts alliance? ”

"Qingyue Peak must not be, not to mention that most of its followers are Tibetan barbarians who are not from our Han nationality, and their teachings are strange and demonic, and they are not orthodox, if they flow into our country in a big way, don't shake the foundation of my Great Sui, so this religion must be destroyed." Emperor Yang glanced at Yuwen Tuo meaningfully, "I mean to choose between the Qianye Tomb and the Luoshen Palace, and ask which side you are more optimistic about?" ”

"Humph! Wei Chen thinks that there is a solution to the things on the road, and it is inconvenient for the emperor to intervene too much, rather than worrying about which of them will gain power, it is better to think about the right thing to control the flood of the Yellow River and calm the rebellion of Yiling. Yuwen Tuo replied coldly.

"Bold!" Emperor Yang suddenly lost his temper and pushed off the sandalwood burner on the golden table, "What kind of attitude do you have!" ”

"It's presumptuous." A faint fragrance wafted into the temple. When Yuwentuo looked up, he saw that it was Princess Ning Ke who was walking gracefully with another incense burner. "Wechen meets the princess!" Yuwen Tuo hurriedly knelt down.

"Hmmm! You've got a long memory, so get flat! An inexplicable smile appeared on Ning Ke's face, and then he said to Emperor Yang obediently and sweetly: "Ning Er has asked my uncle for peace." ”

"Ning'er heard your conversation just now, and Ning'er felt that your thoughts were too insightful, uncle." After Ning Ke put the incense burner on a few places, he gently slapped Emperor Yang's shoulder, although the words were obvious flattery, but Emperor Yang was very useful, and laughed out loud for a while.

"Uncle is right, these Jianghu figures must not be ignored, it is absolutely necessary to support a martial arts alliance leader. With him making the rules, the rivers and lakes may not be too chaotic. Ning Ke looked at Yuwen Tuodao with disdain, "...... It's better to be like this, in the name of Ning'er, in the Luoyang Mansion to feast on the heroes of Luoshen Palace, firstly, to maintain your dragon face, and secondly, to probe the wind, you see, how about it? "Good idea." Emperor Yang smiled with joy, "Ning'er, I really didn't hurt you in vain." Emperor Yang lovingly took Ning Ke's hand, and Ning Ke laughed with him, and raised his eyebrows at Yuwen Tuo.

Yuwen Tuo is really getting more and more incomprehensible about the unpredictable woman in front of her, and she is still pitiful under the sunset in front of her, and she is as tender as water. Which one is the real her?

Shaanxi Luoshen Palace.

Outside the Bloodbath Pavilion.

Martial arts arena.

The most shocking competition between the killers is being played out here: the gale pierces, the torrential rain slanting, the trees swaying, the fallen leaves chasing the wind, the swords and swords, and the flesh and blood flying.

In the bloodwashing pavilion on the rockery behind the woods, there is a pair of sharp eyes watching every move here without blinking, for fear of missing a single detail. There are not many people in the world who can endure such a scene, but the owner of these eyes has done the best.

This person is, of course, Lu Qingyu.

The scene of the battle in the Blood Washing Pavilion exists in two worlds, where the lights are bright, the warmth is harmonious, the fragrance of tea is curling, and the dark fragrance is full of sleeves.

Although Lu Qingyu's eyes have been staring at this group of young killers, his main eyes are all on the body of Zhang Xiaoxia, the disciple of the Sword Villa, this once high-spirited and fearless young man with heavy righteousness, seems to have grown into an excellent killer, he no longer believes in anything and anyone, the only thing he believes in is the sword in his hand. There are only two things left in his life for the rest of his life, one is to complete the mission, and the other is to take revenge. The enemy was originally one, but after Qiu Yanyun's accident, it became two, and after he became a killer, it became five hundred and seventy-one. Because the total number of people up and down in Chiba Tomb is so many, as a qualified killer, you have to kill them all at once, otherwise there will be a steady stream of people coming to seek revenge in the future.

These young killers are all fighting for the individual, each of them is their own life and death opponent, and they are the ones who are bound to be killed by the sword. No matter what kind of hardships and hardships the two of them used to train, sharing weal and woe, at this time, they will become enemies who do not share the sky, and everyone can only exchange each other's lives for their own survival, and it is at this time that these young people understand how vulnerable the so-called friendship is.

Naturally, in the end, the last one who kills is the killer who is qualified to serve the Luo Shen Palace.

Although these young killers all know that their swords will eventually slash at each other, but before that, they will still form a temporary alliance according to the usual degree of intimacy, and wait until they finish killing strong enemies, and then raise their swords to fight. Although he was half bloody, Zhang Xiaoxia was still the same, the deep eyes of the wolf were already red, and there was still a smile on his face. If someone can find happiness in killing, Zhang Xiaoxia has done it.

Lu Qingyu was originally watching the battle with tea, but because the battle was too intense, this person who had killed countless people was also deeply infected, and couldn't help but lean on the fence to watch, and the palms of his hands also changed with the movements of these teenagers.

"This Zhang Xiaoxia is really stupid, being killed as a sword target like this, even if he is not hacked to death, he will be exhausted to death." The butterfly stood quietly beside Lu Qingyu.

"Humph! I admire his extreme selflessness, the ruthlessness and determination of the hungry wolf as if to tear all the prey apart, it is simply the same as it was back then...... I. A hint of a smile appeared on Lu Qingyu's face, but sometimes this person's laughter was even more terrifying.

"Oh?" Butterfly seemed to understand Lu Qingyu's thoughts very well, "Is it true that the Venerable Lord insists on protecting him just because he is like you, and cultivating him to be a top killer for his future survival?" ”

"What do you think?" Lu Qingyu's voice was far away, and there was murderous aura in his eyes, but his eyes never left Zhang Xiaoxia.

At this time, only Zhang Xiaoxia and the other two young killers were left in the woods, it was obviously a two-on-one battle formation, Zhang Xiaoxia had the upper hand, although he tried to adjust his breathing, but he still couldn't calm down his ups and downs, and the sword wound on his waist made him unable to straighten his body, which were captured by the two well-trained young killers. The most basic requirement as a killer is to catch every omission and weakness of the opponent in the confrontation, so as to be able to hit the next attack like an eagle pounces.

The two killers glanced at each other, their eyes met and they were already planning an attack, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised, as if they had predicted that Zhang Xiaoxia would be defeated.

But they ignore that when they captured Zhang Xiaoxia, he was also capturing them.

"After all, people are not demons, and there are times when you are tired of killing." The butterfly looked at Lu Qingyu lightly.

"If you're tired of killing, you're going to die." Although Lu Qingyu's face was still very calm, his five fingers had already knocked on the jade railing. Such a match made him also pinch a cold sweat for Zhang Xiaoxia, even if he was very optimistic about him, but for the sake of fairness, he would never help him. Whether he can survive or not depends on himself.

At this moment, the rain suddenly condensed into the hands of the two young men, and the wind whistled out, only to see two long swords break through the air, cut a gap in the rain curtain, and stabbed straight towards Zhang Xiaoxia's Jizhong acupoint and Zusanli acupoint, Zhang Xiaoxia was not to be outdone, his left hand pressed the wound on his waist and his right foot kicked into the air, breaking into the gap between the two of them like a fish, but when he dodged this blow, the blood on his waist had poured out. Of course, Zhang Xiaoxia also knew that if he didn't end the battle quickly, then he must die, and now the opponent would be greatly disadvantageous to him whether he took a strong attack or delayed the battle.

Lu Qingyu's palms also clenched.

After Zhang Xiaoxia landed, he still knelt on one knee, his head hanging weakly, and his right hand pressed the sword to support his body. This posture was maintained for a while, a very non-threatening posture, as if a defeated and powerless person was waiting for the opponent's disposition. But only Lu Qingyu saw that Zhang Xiaoxia at this moment was the most difficult to deal with, he had already concentrated the strength and killing intent of his whole body on the sword, although his naked eyes were lowered, his sword eyes had been released, and everything around him had been fully seen, that is to say, at this time, anyone who broke into his body within three meters would be sniped instantly.

One of the impulsive teenagers raised his sword again and slashed towards Zhang Xiaoxia, the sword qi was like a green snake dancing, difficult to catch, and came straight to Zhang Xiaoxia's injured waist. Zhang Xiaoxia's whole body did not move, and he could only see that half of the corners of his mouth were raised on his face covered by wet hair, and he was laughing, just laughing.

Five feet old, Zhang Xiaoxia didn't move; Four feet old, Zhang Xiaoxia didn't move; It's three feet, and Zhang Xiaoxia still hasn't moved. This made the young man have to slow down the sword a little to think, but this pause, it gave Zhang Xiaoxia a chance, he was like a bamboo, and used a move "Dense Forest Fighting Stars", the young man's sword qi was tightly locked, the green snake could no longer dance, and he turned into a figure, the young man knew that he was defeated, and he hurriedly flew away, who knew that Zhang Xiaoxia's sword actually pointed at his heart and stabbed it, until his body was against a tree and there was nowhere to escape, this sword penetrated his body deeply and pierced into the big tree behind him. Before Zhang Xiaoxia could take a breath, the remaining young man swung his sword and slashed at his right hand holding the sword, as fast as lightning, Zhang Xiaoxia didn't have time to draw his sword for a while, so he could only let go of the hilt of the sword and dodge to the side first.

Lu Qingyu's fists clenched again, and he had to look sideways at the scheming young man, but he could hold back. This young man has no eye-catching appearance, and he does not have the murderous aura in his eyes like Zhang Xiaoxia, and it is precisely because of this that he has not attracted anyone's attention, including Lu Qingyu, the lord of Luoshen Palace who is thoughtful and insightful.

Such a teenager is like a snake ready to attack, patient and fierce, using the dirt on the ground to hide his body, and when an unsuspecting prey approaches, he sees the best time to strike.

I'm afraid he hid his strength for tonight's duel! Lu Qingyu thought that he first sensed Zhang Xiaoxia's momentum, so he didn't make a rash move, tried the sword with his companions, and saw the opportunity to let Zhang Xiaoxia get out of the weapon, if a person who made a sword was out of the sword, what chance would he have? Coupled with the fact that he had no strength and was seriously injured, he would definitely die from now on. Lu Qingyu suddenly remembered that it was this young man who gave Zhang Xiaoxia this heavy blow.

Zhang Xiaoxia lost his sword, his will was greatly reduced, and his murderous spirit retreated, Fang Jue felt that the wound on his waist was in unbearable pain, and he was weak for a while, so he spread it on the ground and no longer moved. The young man dragged his sword and walked towards Zhang Xiaoxia step by step.

Lu Qingyu thought that this young man's martial arts may not be above Zhang Xiaoxia, but he is a scheming talent; Although Zhang Xiaoxia is brave, but the lack of strategy will eventually suffer, if these two join forces, wouldn't it be the best partner?

At the moment when the young man raised his sword and slashed at Zhang Xiaoxia, the butterfly suddenly shouted: "Stop!" The boy immediately stopped. Lu Qingyu nodded slightly at the butterfly, as if praising this woman who could understand her own mind.

"This young man is vicious and betrays his companions, can he really use it?" Butterfly asked.

"In addition to Xiaoxue, are there any kind-hearted people in Roselle Palace? How long can a companion walk with you? Lu Qingyu felt that the question asked by the butterfly was simply ridiculous.

"Then the lord didn't take Zhang Xiaoxia in out of kindness." Butterfly completely ignored Lu Qingyu's expression, "Using a vengeful heart is indeed more effective than even stronger training." ”

"Go on." The emotions in Lu Qingyu's eyes were elusive.

"Zhang Xiaoxia naturally hates the entire Qianye Tomb now, and is grateful to this Luo Shen Palace, who is willing to take him in and is the enemy of the Qianye Tomb, how can he not do his best? The Lord can let him do his best for the prosperity of the Roselle Palace. The butterfly smiled sarcastically.

Lu Qingyu also laughed, and grabbed the butterfly's chin coldly: "Do you know that your words and attitude tonight are enough for me to kill you a thousand times." ”

"I have no complaint about dying at your hands." Instead of struggling, the butterfly became a little obsessed.

"I'm not going to kill you! There are not many people in this world who can understand me, and if I die, I will be lonely. Lu Qingyu let go of his hand, turned his back again, and asked the nameless young man, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Li Ha." The boy's voice was resolute and strong, sonorous and powerful.

"From now on, you will cooperate with Zhang Xiaoxia!"

"Yes."

The butterfly looked at Lu Qingyu's tall back and thought: "He has reached the status of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain, what does it feel like?" How could he feel lonely when he had such an ability to make the two teenagers who were still life-and-death rivals just now become partners in the fight against the enemy just under his words? Is it really cold in high places? If you're lonely, why don't you stop? ”

Butterfly originally thought that she already understood Lu Qingyu very well, but at this moment she suddenly found that she didn't understand at all.

At this time, Yu Dongqiu suddenly came in with an invitation card and said to Lu Qingyu: "Princess Ning Ke is going to have a banquet in Luoyang Mansion to invite the Venerable Lord of Luoshen Palace and the Lord of the Four Houses, do you think you are not going?" ”

Lu Qingyu took the invitation and held it in his hand and said, "Go, why don't you go, how can you live up to the face given by the emperor." Then he asked, "Princess Ning Ke?" But is it the Dugu boy who was with Yuwen Tuo last time? ”

"The Lord really has good eyesight." Yu Dongqiu said, and then said, "According to the instructions of the Venerable Lord, the subordinates have thoroughly checked the information about Zihua Yuxin, this woman has only been walking around the rivers and lakes in the past two years, but she acts mysteriously, and her identity and origin cannot be examined. Just because this woman is delicate and beautiful, she can be called peerless, and there are countless ministers under the skirt, but she is tall and arrogant, cunning and changeable, so that her followers can not grasp, so she has the nickname of 'jade-faced ice fox'. ”

"You seem to be looking up all the things you're interested in!" Lu Qingyu was a little impatient.

"Zihua Yuxin basically doesn't know martial arts, only the wind art is excellent, and its light skill is comparable to that of butterflies, and it is said that she also knows witchcraft, but it has not been confirmed. This woman has a wide range of friends, and she has even made friends with some predecessors who have faded out of the rivers and lakes. ”

"What a usable talent!"