Xiuyue Villa Sword Pavilion, thirteen swords, to the present, six people are here, the ghost hand is missing, plus there is a thirteen Yan in the Sword Pavilion, there are seven people in total, sad once, happy once, drunk again, after one night, a few hangovers, sadness is no longer important, the past is not important, only the present, how many years of training in Xiuyue Villa, 'the past heart, the future heart, the heart is important. The past, the future, nothing. What's in front of you, what's happening now, what's going on in earnest!'

The sentence under the sword forging cliff is that they work hard every day in the present, and the future is the matter of the three elders, and now, all these things are only on the body of the Demon Xiuyan, and they are only fighting for the Demon Xiuyan.

Qingzhu looked at the sunlight shining through the wine glass, and in the swaying of the hops, the light waves wandered, reversed, and reflected back on his face:

"The four of us have been living here for sixteen years, just to find the changes of the year, to give us thirteen swords, and to grow up together for us.

Sixteen years!

We can't die of old age. ”

After speaking, he raised the wine glass in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and then poured the wine, and there was no more wine in the pot. staggered to Qingzhu's side, snatched the wine jug, and poured wine into the glass, just shaking it vigorously, but only a few drops floated on the table:

"Who taught us to drink the wine back then?"

Confused, his hands swayed, and he walked to the side of Mo Xiuyan:

"I was expecting the ghost hand to lead us to a big fight, but it was you who were waiting, why are you still here?"

Only Yi Jinglan, the wine glass in front of her did not fall, and she looked intoxicating with a peaceful face. She knows the relationship between the ghost hand and the four of them, the five of them, no one can tell the relationship between them, maybe the five of them themselves don't know? three men, two women, this relationship is one more person, the departure of the ghost hand, there may be this one reason, Yi Jinglan has never been willing to enter the world of the five of them, in terms of height, the five people in front of her, Qi Qi's five heads, are a lot shorter than themselves, no matter who it is, they all call her eldest sister, and she always calls them children.

Mo Xiuyan drank at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and overnight, four people kept pouring wine to him, and in each glass of wine, there was joy and sadness, sixteen years:

"Raise a glass, dry this glass, let's not say the past, the past has become the past, we can't find it, we can't shake it, this glass of wine, it's all before, all the past, it's in it, we drink it.

Raise a glass ······"

"Raise your glass again, this cup is our Sword Forging Cliff, even if this wine has the stones on the stone cliff, we will drink it.

Raise your glass!"

In this way, all the wine, all the sorrow and resentment, all the wine, all the wine, one by one, into the stomach.

Yi Jinglan took charge of the boat again, only this time there was a small sailboat with a five-mast pole, but this boat was too delicate, more like a flower boat, not like a secret ship rushing to Nanjun, on a boat, five people were lying on the board of the boat, only Yi Jinglan was alone and quietly watching them, swaying and sleeping on the board.

One day, Yi Jinglan was alone in charge of the boat, into the Jinsha River, she was a little relieved, to dusk, the five of them came out of the cabin, looking west, Nanjun only a few dozen miles of waterway. The five people who had been excited all night, and the rest of the day, they were all energetic and ready to enter Nanjun at night, but when they arrived at the Nanjun wharf, Yi Jinglan was still asleep, and a few people did not wake up Yi Jinglan, so the five of them went to Nanjun City, leaving Yi Jinglan alone to sleep on the boat.

The Wang family in Nanjun City has been empty, this is something that the five people have long expected, the decline of Xiuyue Villa, the Wang family is in this Nanjun City, and it is not safe all the time, where is there any reason not to escape?

The five of them crouched on the roof, looking at the soldiers patrolling the city, and the soldiers in front and behind each held a big bow. Mo Xiuyan knew at a glance that although King Kangning was curfew, he still inherited the rules of the previous dynasty, the curfew patrolled the night, the soldiers held bows to warn, whenever they met passers-by on the street, they pulled the bowstring, and the passers-by heard the sound of the bowstring, so they crouched on the wall, waiting for interrogation, if they wanted to run, the bow and arrow would shoot a round of feet first, if they didn't hit, they would shoot on the body, these were the rules of the previous dynasty, and the soldiers patrolling the street did not spare the people, walking straight on the street, and the soldiers also had the spirit, and there was no fatigue and casualness when the old King Kangning was.

The five of them walked on the roof of the house like this, observing all the way to the Kangning Palace, and when they saw those soldiers patrolling the streets, they met people seeking medical treatment and medicine, and sent two people to accompany them, and those who were still lit in the house were still on fire, and they did not knock on the door. Looking at these soldiers patrolling the streets, Mo Xiuyan had a retreat, but the Kangning Mansion was in front of him.

Five people dressed in black, in this night, the crooked moonlight just illuminates their path, and it is not easy to be discovered. Qingzhu patted Mo Xiuyan's shoulder, compared to the hand style, a few strokes, and Mo Xiuyan understood what he meant.

Qingzhu entered the mansion from the main gate with him, and the other three people each entered the mansion from a direction and met in the main hall, this was the rule when they used to act, everything was done according to the old law, but there was nothing bad, five people walked together, and all accidents could generally be dealt with, not to mention, this was just a probe.

Sixteen years ago, they visited this palace at night, and now they come again, it is just a revisit, the demon Xiuyan and Qingzhu, turned over, on the wall next to the main gate of the palace, only to look up, is a surprise, only to see a flagpole in the corner of the courtyard, a high Diao bucket, a thin old man will be on it, across the open space in the courtyard, there is always a distance of dozens of zhang, the person on the fight, just a black shadow on it, not so clear. Qingzhu where to pay attention to which, as soon as he supported the courtyard wall with his hand, he entered the courtyard as soon as he turned over, hiding in the corner of the wall and not moving.

The soldiers on the night patrol walked from the alternate positions with lanterns, and as soon as the green bamboo was masked, a figure was hidden in the corner like a wall, and several soldiers walked by the side, completely unaware. As soon as the soldier passed Qingzhu, he quietly moved over to the flagpole in the corner of the wall, looking at the cloth-like figure of Qingzhu, Mo Xiuyan remembered the master again, he could know that Luo Mo and himself were about to have an accident, although he couldn't arrive in time, but beforehand, he must have a letter, but why didn't he send a message to warn?

Qingzhu couldn't walk a few steps, and Mo Xiuyan couldn't find any trace of him, his eyes were extremely focused, and a shout came, "Bold!." ”

This sound came, Qingzhu was in the middle of the flagpole, and the old man moved, the stealth clothes were in the hands, and his figure appeared from time to time, but in a moment, Qingzhu retreated, just dodging, and there was no trace of fighting back.

Demon Xiuyan was about to go down to help Qingzhu, and Qing's whistle came. Hearing the sound of Qingzhu retreating, Mo Xiuyan couldn't bear to leave, but still stayed on the wall. After a few rounds, Qingzhu's invisibility cloak was collected, and each time it fell, it retreated sharply, and there was no power to return. Demon Xiuyan flew on the top of the sixth floor, collected the tile roof with both hands, put a stack of green tiles in his hand, took a tile in his right hand, and smashed it towards the old man who was fighting with Qingzhu.

Qingzhu fish like two spears, just to get up, the old man behind a hand to copy a piece of roof tile that is flying towards him, backhand back to a tile that is almost in front of him, start to chase Qingzhu, Qingzhu on this interval, a hand of white mist to the old man waved, the old man is only a smoke and other hidden weapons, both hands in front of a rush to grind, a strong shield in front of the body, take a step back, retreat to the outside of the zhang, feet just point to the ground, you found that on the green bamboo, that is just the general lime powder, and then stand up, and chase to the green bamboo.

Mo Xiuyan threw seven or eight green tiles off the house in a row, knocking over a few guards, but in the face of the thin old man, it didn't have any effect. And more and more patrols came from all directions. Mo Xiuyan was alone on the roof, collecting the green tiles on the roof, and waving with one hand, not only to hit the guards who were coming up to the house, but also to pay attention to Qingzhu not to be too tightly entangled by the old man, and to share more of the old man's energy, so that Qingzhu could get off in time, but Qingzhu was surrounded by dozens of people in a few breaths, and if he wanted to rush out, he could only escape by stepping on the top of people's heads.

"Hidden weapon!"

Mo Xiuyan stood on the roof and roared, so shocked that all the people in the courtyard turned around, only the old man didn't care, he had suffered several sneak attacks with hidden weapons, and he had already been thinking about the secret weapons of Mo Xiuyan and Qingzhu, although he was constantly blocking the tiles of Demon Xiuyan with one hand, one hand was straight to Qingzhu, Qingzhu struggled forward, "Stone!" shouted, shouted in the mouth of Qingzhu who was running, and wanted to fight back against the old man who was chasing him.

Mo Xiuyan kept moving his pace, and the roof tiles under his feet had already been completely uncovered by him, only towards the eaves, there were more tiles, waving his hands, dozens of tiles were waved to the courtyard at the same time, and he didn't pay attention to the person who flew on the roof, as long as Qingzhu got rid of the old man's entanglement, he escaped from this trap, and he escaped from this house, both of them could be easier.

Mo Xiuyan thought of this, only to see a broken person rushing out of the Yongdao, everyone was holding a long net pole, on each long pole, a shining steel net, hanging high on it, as soon as he saw these net poles, Mo Xiuyan remembered Buyin County, the copper net array they used to catch themselves that day was from Xiuyue Villa, and these net poles in front of him were the standing ones in the arsenal of Xiuyue Villa.

Xiuyue Villa, two reasons why the forty-five families can be attached, these forty-five families were Luo Fuluo and his father's minions back then, and the other is the endless weapons of Lantian Yu, whether it is a weapon to capture people or a weapon to attack, it is a must in the world. But in front of him, this kind of long pole with a net hanging on the trap is from the hand of Lantian jade, as long as the distance is enough, a swing down, the steel net that is more than a foot wide spreads, just like catching fish on dry land.