"Okay!" I smiled at the cold words, and I was very well-behaved.

Liang Ci couldn't help but be stunned by my sudden change of attitude: "Qingwu, you ......"

I slammed the long sword back in my hand, snorted coldly, and frowned. I didn't even take precautions, and my finger was cut by the edge of my sword, and I was bleeding profusely for a while.

I couldn't help but take a step forward in distress, Lan Ying'er behind Liang Ci had already screamed "oops", held Liang Ci's fingers in the palm of her hand, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her arms and pressed it on the wound, caring for her.

My worries are swallowed back into my stomach, so why bother with myself?

I raised my head and 'forced' back the tears that almost overflowed my eyes, then slowly turned around and staggered forward with my long sword, not daring to look at Liang Ci again.

My 'legs' were numb, and it was as if I had lost any consciousness for a long time, and I just wanted to escape from this place, far away, and from then on, without looking, thinking, hurting, or hurting.

There was silence behind him.

When the palace people or 'guards' on the side of the road saw me, they all looked horrified, as if they had seen ghosts, and fled in all directions. Someone ducked away, stopped, pointed at me, and sneered at me. I glared at me with a fierce glare, and the men, fearing the blood-stained sword in my hand, scattered and hid in terror.

I traveled all the way, out of the palace 'gate', and the outside of the palace has regained peace and tranquility. In the golden morning light, the people rushed to tell each other, and they were overjoyed. I was the only one standing on the street looking around, not knowing where to go.

There is no place for me in the capital, and there is no reason for me to stop. After these years, I am physically and mentally exhausted and bored.

Someone passed in front of me, turned to look at me, screamed, ran away in a panic, and disappeared in a few moments. I 'touched' and 'touched' my uneven face, and I no longer had any strength in my body, so I hugged my shoulders and sat down on the ground, letting myself burst into tears.

A nondescript double-trailer carriage rolled towards me, stopping in front of me, and the red tasseled brass bells hanging from the horse's head "jingled". Next to the car were six or seven attendants dressed as samurai, tall and burly, majestic, but not like official attire.

The curtain opened, and someone poked his head out of the carriage, his hair was white, his face was full of red light, and his crane hair was childish. The most eye-catching thing is his hand that lifts the curtain, the bone joints are thick, the green tendons are protruding, and the hard cocoon at the tiger's mouth is prominent, which looks strong and powerful, like an iron claw silver hook.

The eyebrows and eyes are unfamiliar, and I don't think I know this person.

"Miss Eleven, an old friend has entrusted me to come and pick you up and move to the Old Decay Villa." The old man spoke, his voice was like a bell, and he was full of confidence.

I raised my head, wiped the tears from my face, and smiled coldly: "Are you sure you invited me?" You're not afraid I'll scare that old friend? ”

The old man was stunned, twisted his beard, and laughed: "It is said that Miss Eleven is extremely smart and transparent, why is she also photographed today?" ”

"What do you mean by that?" I couldn't help but ask.

"The red face has dry bones for a hundred years, beautiful and ugly, and the left and right are just a pair of skin. Others can't escape Miss Eleven's discerning eyes in every way, I thought you already knew how to look at people beyond appearances, how could it fall on yourself, and it was difficult to escape the cliché? The old man asked with a smile.

I barely supported myself with my long sword, and stood up. He staggered to the side of the car, abandoned the long sword in his hand, stepped on the footstool placed by his attendant beside the car, climbed into the carriage, and sat down steadily.

The carriage was spacious, and I sat across from the old man, still more than six feet apart.

"Why don't you ask me about my identity, aren't you afraid of getting on a thief ship?" The old man smiled heartily, his eyes full of fun.

"I thought about it seriously, you are so powerful, I can't beat your entourage anyway, and I have to suffer in vain, so it's better to go with you obediently." I leaned on the carriage, closed my eyes, and closed my eyes: "Besides, my 'sexual' life is worthless now, and it's not bad if someone is willing to take care of the food." ”

The old man was stunned again: "You little baby is very honest and interesting, and you are outspoken, and my lore is not wronged when it falls into your hands." ”

I opened my eyes and looked at the old man in front of me in surprise, and glanced at the cocoon on his hand: "It turns out that the real master of the lore has found the 'door'." It's a pity that the lore is no longer on me, you are looking for the wrong person. ”

The old man seemed to be very smiling, and when he heard this, he squinted his eyes again, like two crescent moons, full of kindness: "How can there be any reason to take back the things that are sent out?" However, Miss Eleven's recognition of old decay is really a bit unexpected. ”

I closed my eyes again, and the words that Liang Ci had said resounded in my ears again: "I don't know if my master of the Red Refining will jump out to find you, but the owner of this lore, Xiao Lao, is now living in Yunquan Villa on the outskirts of Beijing. ”

It's cool again!

I knew that I couldn't help but feel heartache when I thought of him, so why should I think of him!

I shook my head, desperately pushing the cool words out of my mind, and leaned on the carriage tiredly: "I heard that since you forged the lore, your merits have been complete, so you will wash your hands in a golden basin, and you will no longer build a divine weapon, and you will not fight with the world, and you rarely take half a step out of Yunquan Villa, it turns out that it is just an appearance." I only learned today that you are deaf and clear-sighted, and you know everything about the things in Chang'an Palace, and you really have a deep secret. ”

The old man looked at me with great interest, and even though I had my eyes closed, I could feel his burning gaze sweeping over my face over and over again, full of inquiry.

"Miss Eleven praised it falsely, since the old man has jumped out of the red dust, his mind is naturally not in the world, and he is not interested in the disputes in the world. This time it's just a matter of being entrusted and loyal. ”

"He's got a lot of face." I murmured in a low voice and raised my forehead: "I'm a little sleepy, the junior is rude, take a nap." ”

didn't wait for him to answer, tilted his body, leaned on the pillow of the carriage, and fell asleep in a daze.

I have always regarded sleep as my best healing holy 'medicine', if there is anything unhappy, 'blind' to sleep, wake up sad and feel four or five percent better.

But this time, even in my sleep, I still can't escape today's nightmare. I dreamed that I was riding on a horse, running in panic, with the pursuers screaming behind me, and the cliffs in front of me.

Cornered, there is no way back.

In the cold wind of hunting, I turned back in embarrassment, and Lan Ying'er snuggled in Liang Ci's arms, smiling proudly at me. And Liang Ci looked indifferent, looking at my face with disdain, and his sharp eyes were like knives, cutting towards my heart little by little, and blood was dripping.

I panicked and stepped back, slamming into the air and falling into the depths. When I woke up suddenly, I was already sweating profusely.

The carriage was bumpy, and the tea in the carriage was fragrant.

"Girl, are you awake?" The old man held a cup of tea in his hand and drank it slowly. Seeing that I woke up, he picked up the teapot from the table in front of him, poured it high and drenched it low, and then handed it to me, his wrist was calm, and the tea in the cup was shaking in the bumpy, not spilling.

"Drink a glass of water first to suppress the shock."

I still had palpitations, and I didn't recover from the palpitations, so I took the teacup in a daze, put it to my mouth carelessly, and was immediately burned.

Now that the winter weather is approaching, although it will not drip into ice, but a pot of water will gradually lose its temperature after a while. Smelling the fragrance of tea in his cup, it should also be brewed for the third time, how can the water in this pot be kept hot?

The old man seemed to understand my thoughts, rubbed the teapot in his hand, and said casually: "This teapot is called 'Shuangxin Linglong Pot', just like a person, it looks extremely ordinary on the outside, but it is double-layered inside, with a pot in the pot, and the middle is empty, so the kettle is insulated." ”

The old man had a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously there was something in his words, and there was something to mean it.

I smiled wryly, remained silent, and held the teacup in both hands to the end of my nose, the heat steaming, and I felt a lot more comfortable.

The carriage gradually stabilized, and there was a small 'handover' outside the carriage, and the old man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's here." ”

The carriage stopped, someone lifted the curtain, and the old man got up first and stepped out of the carriage.

I drank the tea from the cup unhurriedly before I looked up and asked, "Is he already here?" ”

The servant who lifted the curtain couldn't help but be stunned, and turned his head to look at the old man on the side.

The old man had already walked to the 'door' of the villa, and when he heard my question, he turned to look at me and smiled: "You haven't seen it in person, how can you be sure that we are talking about the same person?" ”

I sighed, straightened my skirt, and jumped out of the carriage: "That's it, you always have to see left and right." ”

The villa in front of you is built on the mountain, which is majestic and vigorous. The first place of the 'door' stands Mount Tai stone, and the stone is engraved with several cinnabar characters of "Yunquan Villa", and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances. At the tip of the stone stands an ancient bronze sword, which is five feet long. The sword has been exposed to wind and rain for a long time, and has grown a layer of patina.

It turns out that this is the prestigious Yunquan Villa in the rivers and lakes, and it is really a good place to take refuge.

There are servants who have already opened the big 'door', and the old man stepped up the steps and enthusiastically led the way: "The villa is built on the mountain, and the interior is relatively empty. ”

I stretched my muscles and tightened the 'masked' face towel: "Such a good scenery, naturally I have to enjoy it, and I will also learn from you Xiao Lao and be an elegant and leisurely resident." ”

The old man smiled heartily: "The old man is a rough and reckless man, and most of the courtyards are drastic. When others visit my villa, they all say that they are full of sword energy and evil energy, and you are the third person who praises the old decay like this. ”

I looked around, it was the bleak early winter weather, there was no purple and red, charming and delicate decoration, and there was no small bridge and flowing water in the yard, wild and bold, which would indeed make people feel a sense of slaughter.

"The style of the villa is taken from the charm of Mohan, and the heart is large, so the courtyard is empty and there is nothing else. It seems that the world-famous No. 1 master of sword casting has some relationship with the Mohan Kingdom. Then one of the people who praised you like this should be Lin Mosheng, Brother Lin. ”