There is only half a month left before the June Discussion Conference.

Xu Han's life became very sad.

He was imprisoned in the Xiaoxuan window, and the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall outside guarded day and night, not giving Xu Han any chance to get out of the Xiaoxuan window, and no one was able to enter.

Xu Han could probably guess that this should be the means used by Si Bai in order to restrain Ye Hongjian, who was about to make a marriage contract with Zhu Xian's son.

Xu Han held the black cat and looked at the disciples of the Sword Hall patrolling outside the house through the crack in the door, and his mind sank.

He knew that the day was coming to leave Linglong Pavilion.

Song Yueming bowed his head to Si Bai in front of the Xuanlong Bell, and Si Bai valued his courage and accepted him as the second disciple after Ye Hongjian. As a result, Song Yueming has become a hot figure in Linglong Pavilion today.

Xu Han hadn't talked about Song Yueming since that day, but he had heard people mention that Song Yueming's cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds in just a few days, and it seemed that he had reached the realm of seclusion and became the hall master of the Sword Hall today.

In all fairness. Xu Han was very afraid that Song Yueming was enthusiastic at that time, so he refuted Si Bai and was killed by him.

But in the same way, he didn't want to see Song Yueming become what he is now.

He was able to make such progress in such a short period of time, and it was not difficult for Xu Han to think that Song Yueming must be practicing that terrifying sword technique.

It's just that in the face of life and death and righteousness, Song Yueming's decision, Xu Han can't blame him for anything, but his choice inevitably makes Xu Han feel some indescribable kinship in his heart.

While Xu Han was thinking about this, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

Several figures stepped into it at that time.

Xu Han sat at the stone table with squinted eyes, motionless.

At this time, the person who could still walk into Xiaoxuan's window would naturally not be the person Xu Han wanted to see, and Xu Han didn't want to pay attention to it.

"Deacon Xu, your meal has been delivered today. The leader of the crowd said this, in a very provocative tone, not with much respect, but full of mockery.

Seeing that Xu Han was stroking the black cat in his arms and ignoring him, the man frowned, a little displeased.

He opened the lunch box in his hand, took out one of the dishes, and sniffed it with his nose.

"Well, it smells so good. Deacon Xu is really valued by Elder Sikong, and he has such meals served every day, unlike me, but there is no such oral administration. The man said in such a strange manner, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the plate, and the plate in his hand fell to the ground.

Bang!

I heard a crisp sound, the porcelain plate shattered, and the food inside was scattered all over the ground.

"Ouch, don't be embarrassed, my hand is shaking badly. The man said with a sinister smile, "But it doesn't matter, the elder has prepared more dishes for the deacon, and there is also a plate of chicken soup with jade shoots." ”

As the man said this, he brought another bowl of deliciously colored chicken soup out of his lunch box, and it looked like he was going to repeat the old trick.

Xu Han finally raised his head at that time and looked at him, the expression on his face was calm, and the gaze in his eyes was indifferent.

This person's name is Lu Feng, and he is also a personal disciple of Long Congyunmen, who seems to be quite friendly with Lang Chaosha, and has the errand of sending meals to Xu Han every day, but he wants to avenge his senior brother, and every time he finds an opportunity, he will be embarrassed many times.

Xu Han was used to this, and he didn't bother to bother with him.

But he didn't want Xu Han's attitude to make Lu Feng feel that Xu Han was despising him, so he became more and more serious.

At this moment, he met Xu Han's gaze, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was even worse, and the hand holding the bowl of chicken soup was released at that time.

"Alas! Grandpa Lu. But at this moment, there was a shout from the back room, and I saw the scumbag-faced Chu Qiuli hurriedly running out, stretching out one hand and leaning short to catch the bowl of chicken soup that was about to fall to the ground.

Although some of the soup inevitably spilled, he saved the dish after all.

Then Chu Qiuli stood up with a smile on his face and looked at Lu Feng.

"What kind of anger is Grandpa Lu here, what a pity it is for such a good chicken soup to be spilled on the ground. Chu Qiuli said.

"Is it a pity?" Lu Feng raised his eyebrows and said: "It's not a pity that good things have to be eaten by qualified people, and it is a waste to give them to people like you." ”

In the face of Lu Feng's insult, Chu Qiuli was full of smiles.

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Lu is right. But we have to eat something, you see you've been throwing things on the ground every time these days, and you're saying we're going to be so hungry again..."

"Want to eat?" Lu Feng glanced at Chu Qiuli with slanted eyes, and suddenly asked.

"Naturally I want to eat. Chu Qiuli nodded again and again.

"Then eat it. ”

Lu Feng said this, and before the joy on Chu Qiuli's face could rise to his eyebrows, he saw his hand swing out violently, and the chicken soup that Chu Qiuli was holding in his hand was suddenly knocked over by him, and the tender chicken soup was spilled on the ground, and the courtyard was suddenly full of messes.

"It's just that you have to eat it on the ground. Lu Feng's voice sounded again, and the disciples of the Sword Holding Hall who followed him also burst into laughter.

"You...!!" Chu Qiuli, who was splashed with chicken soup, looked very embarrassed, and he opened his mouth to say something.

"What's the matter, when did you have a house slave here to speak? Didn't you see that your master didn't speak?" Lu Feng said, interrupting Chu Qiu's words, and at the same time looked at Xu Han, who had been silent on the side, very provocatively.

Xu Han naturally felt this, and after looking at Lu Feng with a smug face with calm eyes for a while, he finally opened his mouth for the first time.

"Is Lang Chaosha's hand better?"

In the conflict of the Xuanlong Bell a few days ago, Xu Han pierced Lang Chaosha's palm, and the entire Linglong Pavilion knew about this matter. Xu Han suddenly asked this question, and the meaning was naturally obvious.

At that moment, Lu Feng, who was still full of smugness, suddenly exploded like a wild cat cub whose tail had been stepped on.

"The surname is Xu, you are looking for death!"

As he spoke, one hand was raised in the air and a fist was clenched.

Although Xu Han defeated Lang Chaosha several times, Lu Feng's cultivation was very fast because of his concentration on cultivating the sword technique in this short period of time, and he thought that he was stronger than Lang Chaosha, and he naturally had the strength to fight with Xu Han, not to mention that he also brought several sword masters with him.

"Looking for death? Senior Disciple Lu should tell me who is looking for death?"

But at this moment, a sound suddenly came from outside the house, and a young man in a purple robe was seen walking into the courtyard.

Lu Feng's face changed at that time, and Xu Han couldn't help frowning.

The one who came was Song Yueming, who had not been seen for several days since the Xuanlong Bell was separated.

In just a few days, Song Yueming's changes made Xu Han almost unrecognizable to him.

His appearance naturally has not changed in the slightest, but there is a cold air between his eyebrows, he took a step, the expression on his face was cold, and his body also exuded a gloomy smell, as if his arrival made the entire Xiaoxuan window a little cold at that time.

"I'm asking you, Senior Disciple Lu, who is looking for death?" He didn't go to find Xu Han as soon as he did before, but stood in front of Lu Feng and looked at Lu Feng with cold eyes.

The chill in his eyes made Lu Feng, who was still arrogant, excited, and he didn't dare to argue with him.

"It's... It was the disciple who lost his words. He shrugged his head, lost his momentum, and said in a calm voice like a defeated rooster.

"Oh. Song Yueming pulled a long voice and glanced at him, "I thought that Brother Lu wanted to murder my deacon of Linglong Pavilion, and I heard such a thing and knew that it was a misunderstanding, if I let others hear..."

Song Yueming paused when he said this, and then continued: "After the responsibility for murdering his fellow disciples, Song Mou, as the master of the Sword Ruling Hall, will inevitably make Brother Lu suffer some hardships. ”

Lu Feng has been in Linglong Pavilion for so many years, and he is not a simple-minded person, so he naturally heard the threat in Song Yueming's words.

His face turned pale in an instant, and he knew that Song Yueming now not only had such rights, but also had such abilities.

"The disciple knows his mistake, and he also asks the master of the Song Hall to bear with him. He hurriedly bowed his head and spoke, but his forehead was already covered with dense cold sweat.

"Hmm. Song Yueming seemed to be satisfied with Lu Feng's attitude, he nodded, and stretched out his hand to the mess on the ground that had emerged after the food was overturned. "Brother Lu should know how to deal with these things, right?"

At this time, Lu Feng still dared to disobey Song Yueming, he hurriedly said: "Let's clean up this place now, and then order someone to bring good food to Deacon Xu." ”

With that, he turned around and was about to leave.

But just as his body turned, Song Yueming suddenly reached out and pressed on his shoulder, with great force, and there was a heart-piercing pain in Lu Feng's shoulder.

Lu Feng, who didn't know where to offend the newly promoted Sword Holding Hall Master, didn't dare to make a sound at that time, so he could only endure the sharp pain, gritted his teeth and turned around, "The hall master is also... What else is there to command? ”

Song Yueming didn't speak, just looked at the mess on the ground.

"The little one is going to be cleaned up, and the hall master can rest assured that he will be cleaned up. Lu Feng hurriedly explained.

"I just heard that Brother Lu said that he was very envious of Deacon Xu's mouth, so I don't think I should waste these things. Song Yueming smiled, and the look on her face suddenly turned cold. "Brother Lu, just lick these things clean with your mouth. ”

"What?" Lu Feng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then a look of shock appeared on his face, this was a great shame for him, how could he be a disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion to do such a thing.

It seemed that he also saw Lu Feng's dissatisfaction, and the chill on Song Yueming's face became a little heavier.

"What, Brother Lu doesn't want to?" he asked, pressing on Lu Feng's shoulder a little heavier.

Lu Feng's face suddenly became extremely difficult to see, he had reason to believe that if he didn't fulfill Song Yueming's wishes today, what was waiting for him would probably be the worry of his life.

He hesitated for a while between the face of his disciple and saving his life, and finally made a decision.

"Under ... It's... Ate these dishes... Dishes. He trembled and said, as soon as these words came out, his whole person seemed to collapse, and his whole body was gloomy.

Then he crouched down and picked up the food on the floor like a dog, and shoved it into his mouth one bite after another.

Seeing this, a genuine smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.

He also lost interest in Lu Feng at that time, turned his head to look at Xu Han, and sat down as familiar as before.

"Brother Xu, are you satisfied with such a disposition?"

Xu Han looked at the down-and-out Lu Feng when he heard this, and then turned his head to look at Song Yueming, he looked up and down at the young man he hadn't seen for a few days, but he didn't answer his question.

After such a long silence, he asked, "How is Brother Song lately?"

A smile bloomed on Song Yueming's face when he heard this, he stood up, opened his hand, and showed Xu Han the purple robe on his body that represented the supreme power of Linglong Pavilion, and said with a smile: "What does Brother Xu think?"

Xu Han looked at the young man and looked at the smile on his face, as if he wanted to see the joy and anger in the young man's heart at the moment through this smile.

But the result was a little disappointing for him.

I didn't see it for a few days, but for some reason, Xu Han found that he couldn't see it through.

So he couldn't answer Song Yueming's question after all.

And Song Yueming didn't care about this, he still maintained his usual self-cooked temperament, and pulled Xu Han to say a lot of interesting things these days, as for Lu Feng, who was eating food on the ground, he never attracted Song Yueming's attention from beginning to end.

After about a quarter of an hour, Lu Feng finished eating the food on the ground, he stood up and looked at Song Yueming with a bitter face, but Song Yueming waved his hand impatiently, and drove him out of the Xiaoxuan window like a fly and insect.

As a result, there were no outsiders in Xiaoxuan's window at that time.

Song Yueming chatted with Xu Han for a while, but most of them were inconsequential trivial things, and Xu Han also responded with each other, but the expression on his face was somewhat absent-minded.

Song Yueming also seemed to notice this, he suddenly lifted the tea cup on the table, and asked seemingly casually.

"Brother Xu said a few days ago that he was leaving Linglong Pavilion, I don't know when Brother Xu is going to leave?"

"Brother Song said with a smile, your Sword Hall has surrounded my Xiaoxuan window, how can Xu leave?" Xu Han replied quietly.

When Song Yueming heard this, the smile on her face became a little heavier.

"Brother Xu, why do you want to hide it from me, with your thoughts, how can those disciples outside the Linglong Pavilion stop you? I think Brother Xu can't let go of Qin Keqing, Ye Hongjian and the others, right?"

"Don't be impressed by the three days, I didn't care about this, until I saw the changes in Brother Song today, I knew that this was true. Xu Han's eyebrows flashed at that time, and he looked straight at the young man in front of him who he was once extremely familiar with, but now he was extremely unfamiliar.

"Really, thank you, Brother Xu, for his praise. Song Yueming smiled heartily, and then the look on her face suddenly corrected. "But what I have to remind Brother Xu is that there is only half a month before the Dao Conference, why does Brother Xu think that the master will still leave Brother Xu alive?"

The master in his mouth was naturally the Si blank he recognized a few days ago.

Xu Han understood this, and he also knew the meaning of his words. /p> "It's nothing more than coercing the red note. Xu Han didn't have the heart to fight with Song Yueming, and said truthfully at that time.

"It's good that Brother Xu understands, if Brother Xu wants to leave, no matter who he takes with him, or who he doesn't take, he has to prepare to leave before this Dao conference starts, otherwise..."

Xu Han nodded, "Thank you Brother Song for reminding me, Xu understands." ”

"Little things, little things. Song Yueming waved his hand, took another sip of the tea that Chu Qiuli poured for him, and then stood up and said to Xu Han: "Song is bothered today, but the official affairs of the Sword Hall are busy, and Song is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so I will leave." ”

"Please. Xu Han nodded, stood up, and sent Song Yueming to the gate of the courtyard, and then returned to the courtyard again.

......

When Song Yueming walked away, Chu Qiuli, who came to the stone table to clean up the tea set, stood beside Xu Han and asked quite puzzled.

"Xiao Han, what does this Song Yueming mean?"

"What do you mean?" Xu Han retracted his gaze when he heard this, looking at the direction of Song Yueming's departure, and instead looked at the middle-aged man beside him with interest.

"Which side do you say he's on? Say he's on our side, he joined Si Blank's command again, helping him do things, I heard that he hasn't done anything less in the past few days, but he is on Si Blank's side, why did he come to remind you to leave earlier?"

"It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in the world, why does Brother Chu have to argue on the merits like Brother Song in the past?"

Xu Han smiled, turned around, walked to the stone table, and helped Chu Qiuli clean up the things on the table.

When Chu Qiuli heard this, he didn't know whether he understood it or not, he nodded a little woodenly, "Alas, don't you say that the aura on Song Yueming's body is really weird, it makes me very uncomfortable, you said that those disciples have also cultivated this method, but why don't they have such a strong feeling as him?"

Xu Han, who was cleaning up the tea set on the table, didn't look up, "Brother Song can cultivate so diligently in such a short period of time, I think that the sword technique he cultivates should be different from ordinary disciples, and it is likely that he has obtained the true inheritance of Si Blank." ”

"Are you saying that the sword technique that this division passed down to ordinary disciples is not the same as that given to Song Yueming?" Chu Qiuli turned his head in a sudden realization, but saw that Xu Han was helping him clean up the tea set, and immediately walked over in a little anxious. "Alas, Xiao Han, don't do these things, leave them to someone Chu. ”

He was very diligent in wanting to grab this errand, and it seemed that after so many months of getting along, this middle-aged man had fully adapted to the status of a domestic slave.

But who knew that his hand was stretched out, but Xu Han dodged it.

He looked up at Chu Qiuli and said, "Brother Chu, leave this matter to me, I have a more important thing for Brother Chu to do." ”

"What's the matter?" Chu Qiuli blinked.

"Go out and help me get a message. Xu Han said with a smile.

"What letter?"

"This letter. Xu Han responded, then took out something from his arms and handed it to Chu Qiuli.

When the middle-aged man saw that thing clearly, he was slightly stunned, but then he grinned like a reckless man who had been away from home for several months seeing his delicate little daughter-in-law.

"Howler!" he said, taking the thing, and scurrying out of the courtyard like a ghost.

......

18th year of Thai Yuan, May 15th.

It was a very ordinary and special day.

His ordinariness stems from the fact that the day seemed to be like every other day, and there was nothing significant to be noticed.

But what is special about him is that from now on, all the major events that happen in this world seem to be inextricably linked to this day.

On this day, a storyteller in Hongyue City, Chongzhou, ignored the shouting of the drinkers in the audience, accepted the shocking wood, said goodbye to the wine shop, and even did not have time to settle the wages that had been calculated with the store every time.

An old gentleman in Gumeng Town, Xuzhou, dismissed more than 100 young scholars in the academy and closed the courtyard door of the academy.

A nerd in Caomen Village, Liangzhou, who was ridiculed by the villagers, moved his family's hundreds of books to the courtyard and burned them to the ground.

......

These people returned to their homes and took something out of a cupboard, or under a bed, or under a peach tree in the courtyard.

It was a robe that could wrap around the body.

A big red robe that only belonged to the three thousand ministers of the Heavenly Mansion.

The robe was as red as blood, and the robe was as bright as fire.

......

On this day, a farmer in Yehu Village, Qingzhou, put down the hoe in his hand, came to his young child and squatted down, patiently and gently told him to take care of the family's three acres of wheat land, and remember to decoct medicine for his mother on the sickbed every day.

A hunter in the town of Jizhou gave his family's rich prey to his neighbor, broke the bow and arrow on which he depended for his livelihood, and then went to the neighbor's house to return the amulet given to him by the girl who was born with water.

A dart master in Youzhou Cave Bridge City took off the light dart suit on his body, held it in his hand and swaggered open the door of the dart game, and then smashed the dart suit on the dart head's face, laughed and said: "your grandma, grandpa is gone." ”

......

Then the men went back to their houses, and took out swords, or knives, or very strange and intricate weapons, from all over the courtyard, and then took out a set of snow-white armor from the shadows.

That's something unique to the 30,000 Heavenly Ce Army.

Snow white and translucent, like a cold mangon on a sword, white plum on the branches.

......

On this day, the woman in red who was on the top of the peak suddenly smiled, like a peach and plum blooming, and the stars were shining on the moon.

On this day, a new red-robed judge suddenly became interested, and pulled the half-demon named Liu Sheng to drink three hundred glasses in the wine shop next to the town, but he was still not satisfied.

On this day, the swordsman who was sitting in the Tiance Mansion suddenly stood up, he seriously sorted out his appearance next to the bronze mirror in the corner of the house, and then lifted the world-famous knife, closed the gate of the Tiance Mansion, and strode out of Chang'an City under the gaze of countless bright or dark eyes.

......

This day...

It's ordinary and it's special.

This day...

The young man who had been hiding for a long time finally figured out something.

For the first time, he decided to show his claws hidden in the depths in front of the world, but he had already sharpened them.

(End of chapter)