Great Zhou, Chang'an City.

In an inconspicuous restaurant, a man with white eyebrows and black hair sat opposite a young man in a purple robe.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, but the two of them were silent, just drinking the sake in front of the table one after another. Knowing that a pot of sake had been drunk by the two of them, the man with white eyebrows and black hair put down the cup in his hand, he looked at the purple-robed young man and asked, "Three days later?"

"Hmm. The purple-robed young man nodded slightly, but the hand under the table kept stroking the scarlet long sword that was between his knees. His gaze became a little more resolute at that moment, and the murderous intent surged in his eyes, like a raging flame, and the rain did not stop.

"I've waited so long, and I've finally waited for this day. Again, he said, his tone a little choppy because of some emotion in his heart.

The white-eyed and black-haired man silently glanced at the scarlet long sword above the young man's knees, and asked, "Is he so relieved to hand over this sword to you?"

The purple-robed young man smiled slightly, and simply put the scarlet long sword on the table.

"He didn't have a choice, Yuwen Nanjing gave him a death order, either send the Xingtian Sword back to the Sword Tomb, or give up the position of the Linglong Pavilion State Sect. Choosing one of the two, it seemed to him that the latter was obviously more important. ”

The white-eyed and black-haired man was stunned when he heard this, he glanced at the purple-robed young man, and said, "It seems that in the days when I am away, something has happened in Chang'an City. ”

There was a lot of sigh in his tone, and he probably couldn't imagine how the girl who was a little shy and even cowardly forced an immortal to submit to it. The purple-robed young man seemed to see the man's thoughts, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and he said softly: "My senior sister, in the end, is deeply hidden." ”

The look on the face of the white-eyed and black-haired man suddenly became strange, after all, he had been in the position of the head of the Linglong Pavilion, and he had seen many people, and he probably understood that sentence - the nature of the country is easy to change and difficult to change.

He had also heard a lot about the empress since he returned to Da Zhou, and it was really difficult for him to associate these things with the girl he remembered.

However, he quickly shook off these doubts in his mind, and instead frowned and looked at the purple-robed young man, and asked, "Since she wants to use Linglong Pavilion to suppress the forces of Tiance Mansion, why would she agree to your plan?"

This is a very unreasonable reason, with the current situation of the Linglong Pavilion, as long as that immortal dies, most of the disciples sitting in the Linglong Pavilion will probably fall and scatter, even if there are some remnants, it is far from being able to gather enough strength to fight against the Tiance Mansion. This will undoubtedly cause a huge obstacle to Yuwen Nanjing's calculations, and may even lay hidden dangers for Tiance Mansion's counterattack, the man really can't understand why the other party didn't stop it on the premise of knowing Song Yueming's plan, and even faintly cooperated.

Song Yueming, who was dressed in a purple robe, smiled slightly when he heard this, he played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he said with a strange expression: "I also asked her this question, do you know how she answered?"

Ning Zhumang was inevitably stunned again, he didn't respond, but the gaze in his eyes was full of curiosity.

Song Yueming didn't mean to sell Guan Zi, his eyebrows were raised, as if he had thought of something very interesting, and said softly at that time: "She said that if Brother Xu was here, he would do the same." ”

Ning Zhumang, who heard this, was inevitably stunned again, this Yuwen Nanjing, who had changed his name, was an existence that could not be measured by common sense.

Ancient emperors, for the sake of the stability of the country, it is not uncommon to kill wives and abandon children, but it is very rare to be able to know that there are tigers in the mountains like Yuwen Nanjing, and to do it for a Xu Han to do this.

"One word of love. Ning Zhumang, who thought of this, couldn't help but sigh.

Song Yueming opened another jar of sake again at this time, poured a glass for himself, and filled it with Ning Zhumang, at this time he glanced at the man with white eyebrows and black hair with interest, and asked, "Why, Ning Zhangjiao is finally ready to reveal your romantic story to Zaixia?"

Ning Zhumang, who was ridiculed by his juniors, smiled helplessly, and the expression on his face flashed with a hint of loneliness: "It's not a romantic story, it's just a foolish account of others and oneself." ”

Ning Zhumang, who said this, seemed unwilling to dwell on this matter any longer, he lifted the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, taking the opportunity to put aside the topic: "How old is Xiao Xulai, will he call his father?"

I have to say that Ning Zhumang's question is somewhat stupid, Song Yueming shook his head with a smile: "Ning Zhangjiao really doesn't eat grains, how can a child who is a few months old be able to call his father." ”

Ning Zhumang was dumbfounded for a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, so he sighed at that time: "Yes, how can such a big child be called Dad." ”

As he said this, the atmosphere at the wine table fell silent again.

The two drank several times more to each other, and Ning Zhumang said again: "How did Zichuan and Xiao Xu settle down over there?"

"With my father-in-law taking care of me, I think it should be fine. Song Yue said clearly, mentioning these two people, a smile unconsciously appeared on his cold face.

"Si Bai has lived for hundreds of years, but he is not a stupid person, you must not be careless in this matter. Ning Zhumang didn't feel any relaxed, and said in a deep voice at that time.

Song Yueming understood the meaning of his words, his face also sank, and he said in a firm tone: "Don't worry, Song will fight for his life, and he will not let anyone hurt them." ”

After saying this, Song Yueming turned his head to look out of the window where the heavy rain was about to stop, lifted the long sword on the table, and suddenly stood up, he arched his hand towards Ning Zhumang, and said: "Let's stop here for today's narrative, Song will wait for the master in three days." ”

Ning Zhumang's eyes froze, and he also replied: "It will not be negative." ”

Song Yueming, who received such a response, was satisfied, he nodded towards Ning Zhumang again, lifted the hood behind his back and put it on his head, and turned around and walked out of the tavern.

As a result, in this dilapidated tavern located in the corner of Chang'an City, only Ning Zhumang was left.

At that time, the man stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden table in front of him, and looked down the window at the purple figure that was gradually stepping into the rainy night, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his face was a little more emotional.

"There are some things that you get wrong once and you can't get them back for a lifetime. ”

"As an elder, you can't watch your juniors make the same mistake after all. ”

The man muttered to himself, the glass in his hand was lifted by him again, and he asked softly as he saluted the night sky where some dark clouds had just dispersed.

"You say yes, right?

Neither the deserted tavern nor the streets in the first rain, anyone could respond to his words.

The man stood like this for a long time with a wine glass, and finally came back to his senses.

He smiled bitterly, then tilted his head back at the last cup of sake and drank it down.