"Little hoof, you should run again!" The big man in a patch looked at the little girl who was surrounded by his little brother, and sneered: "Last time, there were officers and soldiers who came and let you run, this time I will see where you are still running." ”

The girl who was surrounded in the middle rolled her eyes, and the bamboo stick turned twice in the palm of her hand: "Run? Don't be beaten up and called mom for a while. She looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, her figure looked thinner than the others, her unkempt hair could not hide her clear eyes, and now she was like an enraged calf, as soon as the man moved his fingers, she could rush up at once. These little thugs just looked at the unity, and if she came up and knocked down the leader, and injured two more, she would be immediately scared away.

She made up her mind in her heart, stared at the big man closely, suddenly heard a sword roar, and then a fierce wind blew in her ears, only to see a silver blue fairy sword flying close to her ear, before the fairy burned her eyes, a pair of hands protected her, and she heard the screams one after another, and finally the 'bang' of the fairy sword was returned to the sheath, and a gentle male voice came from the top of her head: "What kind of ability is it to bully the little girl?

The little girl looked up, and everything in front of her seemed to be covered with a pale blue glow, and the person's face could not be seen clearly.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"Jun ...... Junluo. She replied stunned, her clear eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and there was no trace of alienation in her eyes, all of them were love.

"Master......"

"What's wrong?" the man asked softly, in a concerned tone. Jun Luo came back to his senses, only to see that he was in the Sharpening Blade Xuan of Daizong Villa, the small courtyard was white, and the green pines were covered with snow, which was even more cold than vigorous. This is...... Jun Luozheng was dazed, not paying attention to the loss that flashed in the man's eyes when he saw her look away: "It's good that you're injured, so don't be too reckless in practicing your sword." ”

Was it when I was injured that year...... The girl in red raised her head slightly, looking at the familiar face in her memory that was blurred little by little in her eyes, and reached out to gently caress his face, lightly afraid that he would be broken in the next moment: "Master......"

"What are you crying about? The wound hurts?"

Familiar people, familiar words, familiar tones...... Jun Luo stretched out his hand to hug the person in front of him, did not speak, and tears rushed to fall.

"Luoluo, what are you crying about?" The man's tone was eager, and a little surprised, and he didn't know what to do with his hands, but finally he wrapped around her. It's so thin, with such a pair of shoulders, but carrying such a heavy thing...... Shangguan Lin sighed softly: "Don't cry, I will always be with you until ...... You don't need me until now. ”

Peng-The man in her arms turned into a little fluorescent and scattered, Jun Luo waved her hand to grab him, but only grabbed a ball of nothingness - she couldn't catch Shangguan Lin, and she couldn't bring Shangguan Lin back.

I still need you, come back, Master......

"You're back!" Jun Luo woke up with a sigh, because she sat up too quickly, and the sharp pain in her shoulder made her gasp and wake up in an instant. She looked around and found herself in a strange room, which was quite oriental, with the sliding door open, and the soft yellow light of the stone lamp in the courtyard reflected the outline of the flowers and leaves, quiet and peaceful. Just when Jun Luo was puzzled, a faint greeting came from behind the screen: "The girl is awake." ”

The dim candlelight reflected the thin shadow of the man on the screen, which was made of unknown material, transparent and light, and the mountain stone Zhulan was lifelike, and the man knelt on the bamboo mat, and did not look up when he spoke, still staring at the chessboard in front of him, and fell steadily.

He's playing on himself. Jun Luo looked at the hand that had been raised and fell, her eyes were in a trance for a moment, she quietly clenched her fist hard, and when she opened her eyes again, those dark eyes were clear again.

The man looked at the chessboard, his left hand groping slowly in the black chessboard, and then raised his hand, but before he could land, a finger touched him one step ahead of him. He slowly raised his head and looked into a pair of dark eyes, deeper than the East China Sea at night, but more than the starry sky, people couldn't take their eyes off it-"Childe's self-play is really exciting." ”

The black chess is treacherous, and the white chess has a sense of four or two thousand pounds, these two chess styles are in a game of self-playing chess, if that person sees it, he will definitely praise it.

"The girl knows chess?"

"It's just that I have seen too much of Master's orders, and I don't dare to say that I understand. Jun Luo smiled and sat down across from him. The night breeze blew the broken hair in her ears slightly, just like Zhu Lan on the screen turned into a fairy, with a delicate voice and a graceful demeanor. The man on the opposite side only glanced at it lightly, then lowered his head and continued to play chess, without a trace of waves in his eyes: "That girl's master must be a clever chess player." ”

Jun Luo's smile froze for a moment, and then he said softly, "No, he is a clever swordsman. ”

The man did not speak again. He was playing chess by himself under Jun Luo's gaze, as if there was no one in front of him, as if he was not the one he saved just now. The woman in red didn't care about his rudeness, but looked at the person in front of her more presumptuously: he was dressed in white, the cuffs and neckline were embroidered with gold thread lotus patterns, a pale gold forehead was tied on his forehead, a strand of black hair was braided, hanging down in front of his left shoulder, which only made people feel elegant, but not half feminine; this person was born with a fairy face, his eyes were light amber, and all handsome and unequaled words were incomparably pale in front of him; the faint dignity and coldness between his eyebrows reminded Jun Luo of the East China Sea at the dawn, no waves and peaceful, but containing the power to destroy everything。

"Thank you Childe for coming to the rescue. ”

"The same is a Taoist friend, the girl is polite. The man responded lightly, the black fell and the white followed, without a trace of ambiguity.

"Dare to ask Childe where is this?"

"East China Sea. ”

"Is it the East China Sea Life and Death Terrace, or is it ......" Jun Luo paused, looked at the man's expression, but did not see a trace of flaw: "East China Sea Penglai?"

Whoo-a gust of wind blew into the room, Jun Luo didn't put on a coat, and the sudden chill made her tremble slightly, but she didn't take her eyes off for half a minute. The man fell, slowly raised his head, and for the first time tonight looked at the woman in front of him who was rescued by him: "There is no life and death platform in the East China Sea. ”

"Then where is this?" Jun Luo asked lightly, his eyes still aggressive: "That spider demon is demonized by the evil man of the life and death platform, and the son saved me so coincidentally, I really can't be careless." ”

The man looked at her for a moment, seemed to smile lightly, lowered his head and picked up a few white seeds: "The East China Sea Immortal Gate, only this one on Penglai Island, and the land Immortal Gate, but the Ganges River sand." ”

Jun Luo's pupils opened slightly, as if he suddenly thought of something, and then looked at the person's still elegant and cold appearance, as if the sentence just now was just unintentionally spoken: You doubt my origin, why can't I doubt you?

This person is not simple. Pressing the thought in her heart, the woman in red saluted: "In the Xiadai Sect Sword Village, the current Longquan Sword Lord Monarch, dare to ask the name of the Dao friend?"

Syllable. The black piece falls, the white son is cut off, and the black chess wins miserably. The man picked up the white pieces on the chessboard and slowly stood up. The eastern sky was already slightly white, and a few stars were twinkling, and the night was over.

"No contention, no mediocrity. ”