"Stop?" Xi Jiangyue got up and looked at the man who was almost dying at his feet, a pair of dark jade eyes were unstained and clear, "I have already told you that you are unwilling to leave." ”

At that moment, life and death, it's no wonder that she is no wonder.

The girl stroked the black silver needles on the silver handle belt of her slender waist, and inexplicably thought that before she went down the mountain, the old demon crane personally designed this set of self-defense secret weapons for her, most of which were also highly poisonous.

Anything that threatens you in the slightest should not exist in this world. - Xi Jiangyue clearly remembers that this was the last word that the old demon crane said to her before she went down the mountain.

This is the most vicious and sinister sentence, Xi Jiangyue never thought that it could come out of the mouth of the most timid and cowardly old man who was afraid of everything.

That man, sixteen years ago, went alone to Wuling Mountain, which is full of miasma and birds of prey, and is famous for its strange steepness and towering into the clouds.

But what really makes people all over the world daunted by this mountain is not the mountain itself, but the man who was able to stand on the top of the main peak that can pick the stars and threatened to build the Jishita School Palace to protect a woman-Tsurumi.

In the past sixteen years, Tsurumi only went down the mountain once, and he turned the original eight countries of the Central Plains into four countries, and brought Xijiangyue, who was damaged in his heart, up the mountain for treatment.

There is no shortage of curious people in the world, who want to go up the mountain to see this ethereal man who is half immortal and half demon, but they don't want most people to return in embarrassment as soon as they reach the foot of the mountain.

Since then, Wuling Mountain, which is independent of other countries, has become a land of mud and ghosts in the eyes of the people of the world.

And she once accidentally found that the portrait of the woman hung in the secret room by the old demon crane was extremely similar to her mother's mother.

It was her first day at Wuling Mountain.

She said-You taught me martial arts, I want to avenge my mother.

Xi Jiangyue lightly brushed the half of the plum blossom mark on the belt of Chu's waist, Rao is a person like her who has no internal strength, with this set of self-defense, even in the face of a top swordsman, it is a bit of an exaggeration to say that she is unharmed, but she retreats with her whole body, and it is naturally not a problem.

"If the lady exchanges love tokens with her husband, she will murder her husband." Su Mu's eyes were smiling, and his lazy face was like a river of spring water, under his wide-sleeved robe, the back of his hand wiped the blood from his lips, "Even if Mrs. is willing, in order to prevent the world from calling Mrs. a femme fatale, he must live." ”

A shameless excuse to survive.

Xi Jiangyue raised her hand and pulled out half of the plum blossom hosta in the middle of her hair, and the white jade of Hao's wrist was almost integrated; She took advantage of the cold electric light in the sky, observed carefully, and after a long time, she said, "Who are you?" ”

"What does it have to do with that person?"

The night rain was slightly cool, Su Musha collapsed to the ground, and the wide-sleeved robe seemed to be full of charm, and the ink was like a blur.

"Madame has not yet answered her husband's previous question." Xi Jiangyue's words were inexplicable, but Su Musha on the ground would immediately attack his heart with poisonous gas, and his mouth was still extremely hard, "I don't know where my wife's name and father-in-law's mansion are?" ”

"I don't like to kill without recklessness, and I don't believe in ghosts and gods." Xi Jiangyue pulled out the black silver needle around her waist, looked back at the side, and her slender arms were exposed between her sleeves and robes, but she was shuangxue, "As long as you tell where that person is, I will spare you from death." ”

"Sister!" Xijiangyue's voice fell, and under the rain in the night sky, Mu Yi's body was like a high-speed feather arrow, breaking through the air.

The boy's clothes were soaked, and his hair was half-discreet, clinging to his forehead.

He stepped forward quickly, and only when he saw that Xi Jiangyue did not look out of the slightest did he protect her behind him, and the cold short sword in his hand pointed directly at Su Musha, "Your coachman has been thrown into the valley by me." ”

Just now, he flew to chase Su Mushao, who jumped into the rain, and it was his chauffeur who didn't want to leave him behind all the time.

"It's just a coachman, how to deal with my brother-in-law, you don't have to tell your brother-in-law specifically." Su Musha wanted to sit up with his hands on the ground, but he didn't want to be kicked hard by Mu Yi's shoulder blades, "Shut up!" ”

Su Musha collapsed to the ground again, and the purple blood on his lips dripped on the moon-white robe, like the red plum blossoming in the cold winter when the ice and snow were in the sky.

"Mu Yi." Seeing this, Xijiangyue stepped forward softly, and the girl glanced at the tall Buddha statue on the top and said, "Don't worry about the dying person." ”

The poison in Su Mu's covering, the famous monarch Mo Xiao, although the name is very elegant, but it is highly poisonous, it is the secret of the old demon crane, and there are only three antidotes, all of which are on her.

Although she does not believe in Buddhism, she wants to respect it, so she does not want to add a trace of innocence to this pure place.

But if she really wants to kill someone, even in front of the Buddha, for her, there is nothing to do.

"Your clothes are wet, and if you wear them again, you will catch a cold." Xijiangyue held a bamboo umbrella in her hand, and the rain and mist enveloped her Shuiyue light gauze dress, accompanied by the rain curtain outside the temple, and left slowly, "Let's go and change it quickly." ”

"I don't know where my wife's name and father-in-law's mansion are?" Su Mu covered his eyebrows and eyes were almost blurred, and he saw in a haze that the girl with a figure as cultivated as a jade bamboo still did not forget her original intention, "If I can't marry a beautiful woman as a wife while I live...... then I will definitely not die."

"Xijiang Yue." Xijiang Yue's eyebrows were cold, and she interrupted Su Mu's words, "Alive, you are helpless against me, don't say anything stupid about what you can do after you die." ”

She doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and she doesn't believe in those so-called oaths.

Xijiang Yueqing's figure gradually melted into the night, and Mu Yi followed.

When the two of them were far away, Su Musha, who was already dying, slowly opened his eyes, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his sleeve tremblingly, and put the bottle of medicine pills in his mouth.

But for a moment, there was still a half poisoned look on his face.

The lazy color in Su Mu's eyes swept suddenly, pinched the three silver needles that were hidden in his sleeves, and the smile on his face was indescribable, "Sure enough, it's you!" ”

"Childe, his subordinates are incompetent and failed to lure that young man out of Yuzhou." On a beam in the temple, water droplets slowly dripped down, mixed with a trace of blood.

Su Mu's eyes were deep, but he never spoke.

*

At the beginning of the shower, the sky was cold and silent.

Outside the carriage, Mu Yi, who had changed into a dry robe, held the reins in his hand, and after a few thoughts, he spoke, saying: "If my sister likes the hosta, Mu Yi will accompany my sister to buy more tomorrow." ”

Fang Cai, if it weren't for his sister to stop him, he would definitely have broken the body of the prodigal son into thousands of pieces.

Inside the car, the light of the night pearl is soft, and it makes Xijiangyue's face more and more soft, but the eyes are extremely cold.

She inserted half of the white jade plum hairpin in her hand horizontally on the silver handle belt decorated with half of the plum blossom around her waist, and the two matched perfectly, forming a complete plum blossom.

The silver-handled strap was torn from the silver-foiled boy before Xijiangyue fell off the cliff seven years ago, and it was both the strap and the scabbard.

This white jade plum hairpin is the key to opening the scabbard.

"Shhh

Xi Jiangyue held the silver handle in her hand and pulled out the autumn water soft sword between the belts.

The sword light is cold, as thin as a cicada's wings.

Outside the carriage, Mu Yi didn't hear Xi Jiangyue's response for a long time, worried that she was still embarrassed by the Meng Lang man's frivolous behavior, so she hurriedly looked inside the car.

"Sister, what are you doing?"