There was a faint atmosphere of slaughter in the Taihe Palace, and the red carpet that was still singing and dancing just now became the best venue for martial arts. The collision of the master's gaze couldn't help but stir up bursts of electric sparks, but Ling Ling's murderous aura had already filled the entire hall. Some Gong E's knees couldn't help but bounce because they couldn't help the frightening chill, and even the dress with a good texture was shaking, and the Gong E who was shaking the fan behind Princess Ning Ke had long been unable to control the strength, making the wind sometimes loud and sometimes subtle, and the other bold Gong E beside her had already lost her mind, and she wished to see the duel of these masters quickly, and forgot to shake the fan for a while.

Ning Ke said: "What this palace has never understood is that Luoshen Palace is obviously a martial arts faction, but it just sets up a 'Shule Sword Difference' under the main palace, this Lu Qingyu, the head of Luoshen Palace, was born in a fast sword, and it is okay to set up a sword art house, but why is it related to 'Shule'?" Ning Ke laughed, as if mocking.

Yu Dongqiu was about to say, "This is just the elegant behavior of us martial arts rough people, which makes the princess laugh." Who knew that Ye Qiuchi seemed to be stimulated by the words, and hurriedly grabbed the words and said: "The princess is wrong to think so, in fact, calligraphy and music are all related to swordsmanship, calligraphy can write the sword path, and music can be injected with sword moves." The lord set up four houses under the main palace, but he wanted to give full play to the subtlety of swordsmanship. ”

"Oh, listening to Miss Ye's explanation, this palace should really be like an empowerment." Ning Ke deliberately looked surprised.

Yu Dongqiu shook his head secretly, thinking that the Fanle Fairy was crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, and her resourcefulness was also quite profound, but in the huge power cage of the palace, she was like an eight-year-old girl who did not know how to be careful, and she did not understand the world, so easily fell for Princess Ning Ke, which was really sad. But how can the fighting methods of the rivers and lakes be compared with the fighting methods in this palace? In the rivers and lakes, even if the resourcefulness and scheming are not as good as others, you can still rely on your courage and martial arts to fight a bloody way for yourself; And in the palace, if you don't know how to judge people's hearts, don't think and calculate, don't flatter and slap horses, and only live with a stiff backbone, you can only wait for others to push you into hell, and the funny thing is that he may be the person you are grateful to before you die.

"There are also four people under this palace...... "The four people who came out of ** stood in front of Yu Dongqiu and the others under Ning Ke's eye waves." They are also proficient in books and swords, and they have admired you for a long time, so they might as well try to compete and let this palace open their eyes. ”

Ye Qiuchi reacted at this time, it turned out that Ning Ke simply understood the connection and mystery between books and sword music, the reason why she said that was just to use her mouth to introduce the theme of today's banquet, but it was really unreasonable to invite people to eat but it turned into inviting people to fight, and her answer happened to help her lead the theme. Thinking like this, he was so angry with Ning Ke that he almost couldn't bear his anger.

"Since the princess has this interest, we have no choice but to make a fool of ourselves." Yu Dongqiu thought of this, so he had no choice but to accept it. In fact, the four of them didn't expect to have a fight after eating this meal today, and the people in the rivers and lakes are not afraid of martial arts competitions, but it is really the first time to run to the palace to fight, plus those four people seem to be opponents specially tailored to the characteristics of the four of them, which makes people can't guess what kind of medicine is sold in Ning Ke's gourd? Although Yu Dongqiu is confident that the four masters are the top masters today, the masters of the Ouchi are also not to be underestimated. Whether this is a Hongmen banquet or not is now a question mark.

"The little woman Xu Yingsleeve asked the Fanle Fairy for advice with the breeze and the moon qin." The woman in pink among the four stepped forward and saluted Ye Qiuchi, her voice was hoarse and low, completely different from Ye Qiuchi's sweet and delicate voice, but it exuded a deep bewildering magic.

"You're talking to me, why are your eyes only on my piano?" Ye Qiuchi knows his reputation in the rivers and lakes, and he knows his status in the music industry, thinking that this Xu Yingsleeve will definitely not dare to despise himself even as a pianist.

"Fairy, you are noble and beautiful, your piano skills are unparalleled, the little woman is just a mere unknown pianist, how dare you look up and look up at the fairy? The piano is the soul of the luthier, and the little woman looks at your piano when she looks at you. Although Xu Yingsleeve's words were full of awe, there was no trace of awe in her eyes.

Ye Qiuchi gently stroked his piano and said to Xu Yingsleeve: "My piano is called Luan Fengqin, because the strings on it are made of Qingluan's belly feathers and the tail feathers of the fire phoenix. Legend has it that the Qingluan Fire Phoenix never separates, they fly in the sky all their lives, pursuing their Elysium, and there is only one time when they will fall to the ground, and that is when they die. Ye Qiuchi spoke eloquently, as if telling a distant but very real legend about love and faith. The murderous aura of the entire hall was suddenly suppressed by her tactful voice, and everyone fell into that beautiful and romantic picture with her narration.

Ye Qiuchi continued: "Who knew that there was a loving couple later, they saw the Qingluan Fire Phoenix flying in the sky, the wife took a fancy to the Fire Phoenix as blazing as the red glow and the beautiful tail feather as the heavenly clothes, and the husband who loved him deeply resolutely carried the bow and arrow in order to satisfy her wishes, and did not hesitate to trek through mountains and rivers to pursue the traces of the Fire Phoenix, and finally shot and killed the Fire Phoenix at the top of the Red Crown Mountain. The husband happily returned home with the body of the two birds, but saw only the body of his wife, who had fallen ill the day after he left home, and had no one to take care of her, and finally died the day before he returned home. Ye Qiuchi paused at this point, saw everyone's obsessive eyes and continued: "My husband actually experienced the pain and despair of Qingluan when he lost the fire phoenix for a while, he promised his wife that he would never leave her again, but he left her because he loved her, and suddenly he became so confused, he didn't know what love was, what was love?" Gradually, his original love turned into hatred and resentment towards God, he hated the suffering caused by God to his union with her wife, he hated God for arranging the appearance of the two birds, and he hated God even more for taking his wife's life. He ran out of the door in a frenzy, and no one saw her again. ”

After the story was told, Ye Qiuchi changed his tone and said: "But later, such a Luan Fengqin appeared in the rivers and lakes, but it is unknown who its maker is, but it is a magic qin in the rivers and lakes at that time, because its strings condense the endless divine power and resentment of the two birds." 'The magic sound is everywhere, and not an inch of grass grows', this is the evaluation of it in the fierce competition among the rivers and lakes at that time. Later......" Ye Qiuchi suddenly turned his eyes to Xu Yingsleeve.

Xu Yingsleeve cleared his throat and said: "Later, this piano fell into the hands of a pianist, this pianist does not understand martial arts, and has no intention of competing for the world, he just wants to play his piano quietly and sing his songs, but this also brings him endless pain and sorrow." People in the rivers and lakes came to him to ask for the magic qin, and he loved the magic qin deeply, not because it contained great power, but because it could play a natural sound that could not be played by any qin. If he doesn't hand over the magic piano, the people in the rivers and lakes will kill his family, the pianist thinks that he will not escape death in the end, it is better to play the last piece of music for himself and his family to surpass the undead, he is with despair, pain and hatred to urge the strings, so the strings burst out of ten thousand rays of light, the light turned into a sharp blade and swept towards the people in the rivers and lakes, and immediately heard countless strangulation and screams, this cry was shocking, but it made the violinist more and more excited, He was completely intoxicated with the pleasure of killing, and at the same time he was enchanted. ”

Ye Qiuchi continued: "The violinist didn't stop until the last person was also shattered, but he had already penetrated into the abyss of his heart, his qi and blood were exhausted, and he stood up and staggered a few steps before vomiting blood and dying. In fact, at this time, there was still a person in the rivers and lakes who did not die, he was Xu Qi, the head of the famous Moyin Gate ten years ago, he was deeply shocked by the power of the Demon Qin, so he kept hiding behind people and silently watched the battle, until the pianist died of anger before he dared to show his face. So the magic qin came into his hands, and the death of the violinist also made Xu Qi understand that if there is no profound internal cultivation, the body will be damaged by the power generated when the strings are urged, and if it is serious, the meridians will be destroyed and the qi and blood will be exhausted. Only when one's own cultivation exceeds the power of the magic qin itself can he control the magic qin as he likes. ”

"So, ......, it's useless to just covet, the important thing is to be able to use it for me." Ye Qiuchi looked at Xu Yingsleeve meaningfully.

"The magic qin can't choose its own master, if it is dominated by some people, and does not exert its original strength, it will really be wronged and humiliated." The more Xu Yingsleeve spoke, the more excited she became, she had completely lost the etiquette just now, and her two eyes were staring greedily at Luan Fengqin, as if she was looking at her own things.

Ye Qiuchi didn't pay attention to Xu Ying's arrogant provocation, but his five fingers wandered quietly on the string surface, and suddenly held down a string and said, "Maybe!" But at least so far, there is no one more suitable to be its master than me. Once you're used to dealing with this magic device, you'll find that it's far less terrifying than it rumors, and sometimes you even find it very kind! You listen! Ye Qiuchi let go of the strings, and there was a sound of Chengning on the strings, which frightened Xu Yingsleeve three steps back, and the other timid people also gasped.

"Xu Yingsleeve, you are even afraid of the sound of this qin, and you still want to control it?" Ye Qiuchi stood up and looked at Xu Yingsleeve with the piano in his arms. The two seemed to have known each other before, and they seemed to know each other very well.

Yu Dongqiu suddenly thought that this Xu Yingsleeve was the only daughter of Xu Ying. At that time, Xu Qi because of the power of Luan Fengqin and made the magic sound door prestige, and it was competing with Nanyue's Hui Yan Pavilion, the pavilion owner Xiao Ningwan is also well versed in music and practice in it, but he has never found a suitable instrument for himself, and later learned that the magic qin fell into the hands of the magic sound door, so he gave Xu Qi a challenge: the two of them met friends with music on the top of Song Mountain, whose piano sound can lead to a hundred flowers to bloom, and the birds are gathered, even if whoever wins, and the one who wins is the real master of the magic qin. This kind of thing is not human, it sounds ridiculous, but that Xu Qi is a music idiot, he did not feel ridiculous, but felt that this was a huge challenge to him, he thought that he was calm, truly achieved the unity of heaven and man, maybe his piano sound can really lead to a hundred flowers to bloom, birds to gather. No one could see the process of that battle, but the result was that the magic qin was in Xiao Ningwan's hands, and since then, the magic sound gate has collapsed.

"Xu Yingsleeve, your Demon Yin Gate lost the magic qin, all because your father Xu Qi's skills are not as good as others, who knew that he was shameless and took advantage of my master's serious illness to sneak attack my Huisong Pavilion and snatch the magic qin, so shameless." Ye Qiuchi's expression became stern, and his voice was quite majestic.

"If you want to say shameless, Xiao Ningwan is even worse, if she hadn't sent someone to bury the music Gu in the soil in advance that was only affected by her piano sound, how could it cause a situation where a hundred flowers bloom, my father took it seriously, and his will was depressed for a while." Xu Yingsleeve's eyes were also full of resentment.

"So after the will rose, he led the men to kill people and set fires?" Ye Qiuchi's gaze was pressing, making Xu Yingsleeve a little unable to raise his head. "But, fortunately, this piano is still in my hand." Ye Qiuchi couldn't help but stroke the body of the piano again.

"In that case, why don't you settle this grievance in my palace tonight!" Ning Ke's expression was extremely leisurely, and he was even a little impatient.

"Princess Xie." The two of them actually knelt down to thank Ning Ke at the same time.

Yu Dongqiu thought: It's not good, sure enough, this banquet is not so delicious, this Dugu Ningke is obviously adding fuel to the fire, and can't help but pinch a cold sweat for Ye Qiuchi, and then look at the young man who looks like a scholar, who is somewhat similar to himself, and tries to think about whether he has a holiday with him.

"We are also friends with music today, but the bet is our own life, and it's okay if you don't want to gamble if you are afraid of death, but you have to return Luan Fengqin to me." Xu Yingsleeve was already sitting cross-legged, put the piano on his knees and said: "My piano is called Qingfeng Accompanied by the Moon Qin, which is the treasure that I have obtained from the End of the World Pavilion after going through hardships, and the power is by no means under Luan Fengqin."

Ye Qiuchi also sat cross-legged, put Luan Fengqin on the shelf, and said, "I said that you should be careful about your life, it is serious." Two equally proud and stubborn people started the battle.

As soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself, and you don't know whether you are alive or dead.

Ye Qiuchi's face changed to that focused almost pious expression again, as if there was only this piano left in her world. The strings are like streamers, the fingers are like jade onions, and the beautiful notes are slowly flowing out under the wandering of this slender jade fingers, and no one knows what song she plays, because this song is only because of the sky. People who hear this song will suddenly relax physically and mentally, as if walking in the clouds, which is both relaxed and pleasant. Only Yu Dongqiu knew that this was the usual move of the Fanle Fairy, first saluting and then soldiering, first bringing the enemy into a peaceful and peaceful heaven, and then plunging him into a hell from which there will be no return.

The expression on Xu Yingsleeve's face cannot be called pious, it can only be called fascinated, as if she has left her original world and entered a world that she is completely addicted to, this world has nothing, not even herself. Her fingers were far less slender and feminine than Ye Qiuchi's, but those ten thick knuckle fingers were very beautiful to move, as if they were dancing on the strings. The music she plays is far less quiet and elegant than Ye Qiuchi's, on the contrary, it is more revealing of a kind of ecstasy and bone-destroying magic, as if it can arouse the most primitive desires of human beings.

If Ye Qiuchi's song is leading people into heaven, then Xu Yingsleeve is leading people to the Heavenly Desire Realm, even if that place is not very good, I believe no one will refuse.

The air currents kept swimming and colliding, with an eerie and bewitching light, which filled the entire hall with fantastical colors. But at this time, Dou Da's beads of sweat also oozed from Ye Qiuchi and Xu Ying's foreheads respectively, sliding down their smooth cheeks. Indeed, they are not only fighting with the sound of the harp, but also with the gods and spirits.

After a long stalemate, the airflow on Xu Ying's sleeve side became chaotic, gradually forming a vortex, and the colorful streamer was constantly sucked in, and her piano sound became chaotic. Listening to the crisp sound of "quack", Xu Yingsleeve's string was broken, and the enchantment-like Xuanguang curtain barrier in front of her was suddenly removed, and the brilliant vortex turned in direction, constantly inhaling Ye Qiuchi's ninefold Sanskrit sound, Xu Yingsleeve covered his ears and shouted, so the loss of true qi to protect the body increased the pain, and finally spit blood in his mouth and fell to the ground.

Ye Qiuchi stopped at this time, got up and walked to Xu Yingsleeve and said coldly: "There is a realm of no sword and no sword in the way of the sword, so you want to communicate with the sword and also practice a realm where no qin is better than the qin, the starting point is good, but you have made the mistake of sacrificing the original and chasing the end." Even if kendo and qin art can be connected, there is a big difference, that is, the highest state pursued by kendo is without a sword, and the highest state pursued by qin art is a qin. How can a person who has no piano in his hand and no piano in his heart play music? ”

A word startled the person in the dream, Xu Yingsleeve was in pain, thinking that after five years of hard work, he thought that he had reached the highest level of piano art, but in the end, he just abandoned the original and departed from the origin, which was considered to be a waste of his previous efforts; I also thought that since the Demon Sound Gate destroyed the Huisong Pavilion, the strength has not recovered, and then it was destroyed by the Chiba Tomb, and now the entire Demon Sound Gate is only one person, and he has not been able to practice the real Demon Sound, so I don't know when I can revive the prestige of the Demon Sound Gate. With grief in her heart and the heavy blow of Ye Qiuchi's ninefold Sanskrit sound just now, Xu Yingsleeve couldn't help coughing violently, but she forcibly prevented the fishy blood stuck in her throat from spurting out, which was her last bit of pride in front of Ye Qiuchi.

Ye Qiuchi stood in front of Xu Yingsleeve, looking at her with the most disdainful eyes and the most proud expression, but she used the most diligent movements to pick up the broken strings on her piano and said: "Whether it is revenge or the revival of the Demon Sound Gate, there is an important premise, that is, to live. She gently threw down the piano, and Xu Yingsleeve held it in her arms. She couldn't believe that the person in front of her who had regained her confidence with just one sentence could be the shy little girl who hid behind her master five years ago, and it seemed that she had indeed undergone a lot more transformations than her. She suddenly felt that her hatred for her was all from the invisible pressure she gave herself, it was this pressure that made her persist in continuous progress and hard work for five years, she should have thanked her, no matter what, Huisong Pavilion was still destroyed in the hands of the Demon Sound Gate after all, she should have killed her, she had the opportunity to kill her just now.

Xu Yingsleeve swept out of the palace gate with the qin in his arms, leaving a sentence and saying: "If he is fortunate enough to be driven by Er, he must go all out." ”

Ye Qiuchi sat back in place as if nothing had happened, and Dugu Ningke couldn't help but look at this woman differently.

Next on the scene was the young swordsman with a withered face, dressed plainly, but carrying a sword inlaid with gold and jade. His pace is steady, his breath is smooth, and at first glance he is a master of both internal and external cultivation, and his opponent is naturally Fan Jia, the sword master of Luoshen Palace.

Fan Jia is not as good at rhetoric as Yu Dongqiu, sleek and alert, nor as scheming and ruthless as Ye Qiuchi. There is only one thing he can do to solve problems, and that is the sword in his hand.

He didn't even look at the young swordsman in front of him who was giving up on him, and just said to Ning Ke in a very flat voice: "Exercising after meals is not good for the stomach. This sentence makes anyone sound like a contemptuous prevarication, but let Fan Jia say it so seriously, even if you want to be angry, you will definitely not be angry.

Ning Ke was about to speak, but the young swordsman spoke first: "Are you afraid that I will accidentally kill you?!" As soon as these words came out, he saw the wine glass break into pieces between Fan Jia's fingers, he was not as calm as he looked, he was a man who could not withstand the provocation of others, and the young swordsman saw this at a glance.

Fan Jia stared at the young man and slowly got up from the seat, but the young man hurriedly drew his sword and retreated a few feet, in fact, Fan Jia didn't do anything, just wanted to stand up first. Although the young swordsman's attitude was arrogant and contemptuous, he was cautious, because he knew that the opponent in front of him was not some little-known person, but the world-famous Luoshen Palace Master, and it was indeed exciting and nervous to fight with him.

"Why don't you draw your sword? It's been a long time since I wanted to see your sword. The boy asked.

"Swords are used to kill, not to be seen, and swords that are shown to people are usually difficult to kill."

"But what do I want to see?"

"Then you're going to die." When Fan Jia finished saying this, the person had already rushed to the front of the young man, the young man was shocked, cold sweat rushed from his forehead, and he hurriedly flew back a few feet, and when he looked up again, Fan Jia was forced to come forward again. The young man couldn't help but shout, and when he raised his sword, he cut off Fan Jia's shoulder blade, who knew that he was only halfway through the sword, and Fan Jia's people had already changed to his left. "It's too slow." Fan Jia took out two fingers, focusing on the three inches of the young man's armpit, the young man suddenly felt that the left half of his body was paralyzed, he knew that this was not light, it was likely to cause his left hand to be unconscious, and hurriedly took advantage of the fact that it was not completely unconscious, and used a small grab to clasp Fan Jia's right hand, and his right hand waved up to intercept Fan Jia's left hand, forcing him to draw his sword.

"Why bother?" Fan Jia shook his head slightly, and his hand was like lightning, no one saw when he drew his sword, only saw that the young man's sword was still a few inches away from his wrist, and the sword was in his hand. His sword did not stop the boy's sword, but arced and swept towards the boy's throat.

"Thorn-" With a long bloodletting sound, the boy saw his own blood splash out of his throat and spray everywhere. When the others fell to the ground, the red carpet was already stained purple with blood, and when his pupils dilated, he only said five words: "I really can't see it." ”

Several guards ran in and dragged away the corpses, and the palace ladies hurriedly rolled up the carpet and laid out a new red carpet, and none of them screamed or fainted, screaming to death, fainting to half death.

Yu Dongqiu shook his head mutteringly, and said in his heart: I don't know how many times I have to change the carpet today? He immediately told himself two more times at most, because he had decided not to kill tonight no matter what, but Zhuo Yingqiao didn't kill or not.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Zhuo Yingqiao, the owner of this strange art house was still sipping the palace wine in the cup with a calm expression, as if the competition in front of him had nothing to do with him at all. He always looks so leisurely and calm, he is too quiet, so quiet that he is not like a person in the martial arts, so quiet that he can completely ignore his existence. What kind of person is this? Yu Dongqiu couldn't say it at all, the people in the entire Luo Shen Palace only knew the least about his origin, and this person was a complete mystery.

At this time, Princess Ning Ke's expression changed slightly, but she still said to everyone with a smile: "Seeing the demeanor of the two masters of the Luoshen Palace today is really an eye-opener for the palace, I hope that Gongzi Yu and Zhuo Warlock will also give advice, these house slaves in the palace have indeed admired your name for a long time." ”

Yu Dongqiu's heart was like a mirror, so he turned against the guest, got up and walked to the young man dressed as a scholar and said: "In Xia Yu Dongqiu, I don't know if Your Excellency is willing to teach?" ”

The scholar was originally going to deal with Yu Dongqiu's arrogance and contempt, but who knew that he was so humble, he was a little embarrassed for a while, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare to give advice, if you want to learn, you can do your best to accompany you." ”

"Good!" Yu Dongqiu took the initiative and said happily: "The sword has no eyes, and the fists and feet are injured, we might as well compare some Sven things." The young man said, "Such a beautiful day, poetry and painting, and piano tuning and playing are also very pleasant." ”

"No matter how good the scenery is tonight, if someone dies, there will definitely be no Yaxing." Yu Dongqiu's words turned to sadness again.

"And what is your Excellency compared to?"

Yu Dongqiu raised his eyes and saw that there was a yellow bird hatching eggs on the top of the banyan tree outside the hall, and suddenly had an idea, so he said to the scholar: "We might as well compare speed and shots." He pointed to the bird's nest and said, "Whoever takes out the egg of the hen first and does not alarm it wins." ”

"It's a novelty." As soon as the scholar finished speaking, his body rose and soared along the trunk of the banyan tree.

This scholar's light skills are really good, and there is no sound of the friction of the clothes belt and the strength of the toes between climbing, and from a distance, his figure looks like a flying leaf fluttering in the wind. His shot was also extremely fast, accurate, and light, and he effortlessly pulled out the six hot eggs from under the female, and the female did not notice it. He held three eggs in one hand as if he had found a treasure, and happily returned to the main hall, only to find that Yu Dongqiu had already sat back on his seat, elegantly swinging a folding fan.

"Y-why didn't you move?" The scholar was very surprised, wondering if he had started earlier just now, so Yu Dongqiu simply gave up.

"It's not that he's not moving, but he's already back." Ning Ke's face was very ugly.

"But he doesn't have any eggs in his hand!" The scholar said and held up the bird eggs in his hand to Ning Ke to see, and only then did he re-examine the six bird eggs. This startled him, it turned out that each egg had a cinnabar fingerprint.

"You...... Did you really take it out and put it back in? The scholar could hardly believe his eyes.

Yu Dongqiu nodded nonchalantly.

"I have heard that the playboy is fast and unparalleled, and he really deserves his reputation." Even Ning Ke's eyes showed admiration.

"Take it orally in the heart." A scholar is also a person who can afford to win and lose.

Next, the shaved young man in the black cloak stood up: "Please also ask the warlock Zhuo to give me advice." His voice was also hoarse and dry, as if it had come from some corner of hell.

"Than what?" Zhuo Yingqiao finally spoke, and in Yu Dongqiu's impression, this was the fourth time he had heard him speak. His voice was strange, not as mellow as a woman's, not as deep as a man's, much like the voice of a palace eunuch. It may be because he himself also feels that his voice is not good, so he rarely speaks, and he has always spoken with his look when dealing with the subordinates of the Yiyi House, so many people in the Luo Shen Palace are accustomed to using one word to describe him - commanding.

"I have heard that Zhuo Warlock knows astronomy and geography, and is proficient in medicine and Xuanmen spells......" The man in black said flattering words to Zhuo Yingqiao with a smile, but was interrupted by him: "What is it better than?" ”

“…… Let's compare the ideas of both sides. ”

"What do you mean?"

"All spells rely on their own mental power to urge spiritual power to achieve, if it is a single spiritual power, it is definitely not your opponent under Zhuo Warlock, so we don't use spiritual power, only compared to mental power?"

"What's the comparison?"

"How about setting fire to your mind?" A sinister smile appeared on the face of the man in black, and he picked up a bouquet of bright red flowers and said to Zhuo Yingqiao: "Tequila, bloom in the fire, spit out sparks to fight obscurity, red flowers flicker, shining. Let's see who uses the mind to drive the fire first to achieve the glory of agave!? ”

"This comparison is not very fair, and no one's credit can be said for the matter of ideas, so it is not better than this." Ning Ke dissuaded.

"Don't worry, princess, the two of us will be able to discern and admit winning or losing." The tone of the man in black sounded like he couldn't wait.

Ning Ke had no choice but to say no more, but his expression was very serious, as if he was about to succeed when he was interrupted by someone who didn't know and had to hold back his anger.

A small bunch of agave** was placed in a huge vase between the man in black and Zhuo Yingqiao. The time had passed for a stick of incense, and the bouquet still hadn't responded, and thin beads of sweat had already trickled up on their foreheads.

It is inconceivable to use your mind to urge something to happen, but some people do it.

Suddenly, the man in black raised his eyebrows, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, because from his pupils he could already see the two burning fiery reds: beautiful, glamorous, and fierce. Zhuo Yingqiao's face also changed slightly, but just before everyone could get a tequila demeanor, the man in black looked up to the sky and roared in pain, blood spurted from his mouth, and finally died.

The glory of agave is also lost, not blooming in the fire, but sinking in the ashes, this is its fate, and it seems to be the fate of many people in the rivers and lakes.

If the death of the young swordsman in front of him was heroic, then the death of this black-clothed warlock was poignant. No one knew why he died suddenly, maybe Zhuo Yingqiao killed him with a strong mental force, or maybe he was too exhausted and died of exhaustion.

Dugu Ningke's expression was still elegant, it was still the guards who dragged away the body of the black-clothed warlock, and the palace maids still put on a clean red carpet, as if nothing had happened.

At the end of the banquet, everyone said goodbye one after another, all with heartfelt things: some doubted, some regretted, some sad, and some confused.

At the end of the feast, Luoshen Palace and his party went to the Luoyang Ancient Road, which was lined with lush reeds.

Yu Dongqiu said to Zhuo Yingqiao: "You shouldn't have killed him. ”

Zhuo Yingqiao replied angrily: "I didn't kill him." ”

At this time, the wind was fierce, the heaven and the earth were slaughtered, the flocculent fluff in the reeds was fluttering, and the atmosphere was suddenly solemn. Not far away, there was a strong and upright figure, its white-clothed hunting and dancing, and the cold air around its body, as if it was a traveler who had just arrived from the Tianshan Mountains, and the ice and snow on his body had not yet melted.

But when they approached him, they realized that he was not a tourist sightseeing, but a murderer who had been in ambush for a long time, as evidenced by the cold sword in his hand. It's a joke that one person ambushes four people, but it's not funny at all when it happens here. The man in white silently turned his face coldly, and the four of them were taken aback: "It's you!" ”