(PS: There was only one shift yesterday and today, I'm so sorry, it's very uncomfortable to have a bad cold, and I worked hard to get out, and I hope I understand that I will make up for it the day after tomorrow, I hope you understand)

On the second day of February, according to the beam of the house, the scorpion centipede had nowhere to hide.

Legend has it that at this time of year, the stinging dragon raises its head, and the beast and snake hibernate.

In the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, the lights are colorful, and some merchants and shops are timely put out such signboards as dragon teeth and dragon beard noodles, beckoning passers-by, asking for a ploughing in spring and praying for a good fortune with good wind and rain.

Xu Han sat in his small mansion.

On the stone table in front of him was a rare pot of wine, and although it had not been opened, the glass had been washed and placed there in a dignified manner.

It was as if he was waiting for something to happen or someone to come.

The Heavenly Sword was placed between his knees, and the expression on his face was cold and solemn, like a god in the temple, silent outside of time.

The black cat sprang out of the corner of the courtyard and landed at Xu Han's feet, it shook off the hair on its body, and sprinkled the rain and dew on the ground from nowhere, and then it raised its amber eyes and looked at the boy with some confusion, as if wondering what he was doing.

Then the bored black cat rubbed his trouser leg, but the boy did not move.

The black cat tugged at the corner of the boy's clothes again, but the boy remained silent.

The black cat jumped on the boy's knees, tilted his head, and let out a soft call from his mouth, and the boy reached out and touched his shiny head, and then there was no response.

The black cat was helpless, and finally could only lie down quietly on Xu Han's laps, accompanying him quietly and waiting for some people or things that were coming.

......

As a result, the sun rose from morning to dusk, the sky changed from bright to dark, and the crowd changed from noisy to silent.

After a long day, the boy was still sitting at the stone table, motionless.

Before night falls completely, after the last rays of the setting sun.

The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open.

Xu Han raised his head, and the black cat also sat up, and they looked at the door of the small courtyard.

A young man in a purple robe walked in with several men dressed as rangers with swords at their waists.

Xu Han was stunned.

The purple-robed young man was also stunned.

Then the monks behind the purple-robed young man were extremely consciously lined up with the door under the instruction of the purple-robed young man, and the aura around them was restrained, it seemed that they were all strong people in the Heavenly Hunting Realm and above, and there were more than ten people, and such a battle was extremely rare even in Chang'an City.

The purple-robed young man strolled to Xu Han's side, and sat down gently under the gaze of the other party.

"It seems that Brother Xu has been waiting for a long time. Song Yueming looked at the unopened wine jar on the stone table and the placed wine glasses and asked with a smile.

The young man, who had been sitting all day, did not speak, but he stretched out his hand and gently pulled the seal from the wine jar, and then filled the glass with wine.

"Soon, it's just that I really didn't expect that the first person to come to me would be Brother Song. Xu Han handed one of the glasses of wine to Song Yueming with an expressionless face.

Song Yueming took the wine glass, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Then who does Brother Xu think should come?"

"The Long Night Division, the Heavenly Ce Mansion, anyone... But I don't want to be Brother Song. Xu Han responded lightly, his tone was relaxed, like old people who hadn't seen each other for a long time were greeting each other.

Hearing this, Song Yueming's face changed slightly, and he heard something else from Xu Han's words.

But he didn't break it, and soon his face returned to normal, and then he raised the wine glass in his hand towards Xu Han, and said, "The last time I drank with Brother Xu was when I was in the window of Linglong Pavilion, we have to drink a good Gu today." ”

Xu Han also smiled faintly, and seemed to remember the days in Linglong Pavilion.

"It's fine. He nodded, and held up his cup.

The two of them raised their glasses in mid-air, and without saying a word, they drank all the sake in the glasses.

At this time, the street, which had been gradually quiet, suddenly heard a noisy laughter.

On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

According to the season, today is a good time for spring ploughing, the Great Zhou has been plagued by snow and drought over the years, and the hungry people are full of barren fields, so the imperial court will lead a group of dragon dancers on the second day of February every year, and beat gongs and drums on the streets of Chang'an, so as to pray for a good year.

Of course, Chang'an is the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and even if the residents in the city are not high-ranking officials and nobles, they have probably already bid farewell to the identity of the farmer. However, this does not prevent everyone from rejoicing for this, watching the excitement and trying to be happy.

At this time, there was a commotion on the street, and it was thought that the dragon dance was about to begin.

The two people drinking in the house obviously didn't know about such a tradition in Chang'an City, and of course they really didn't care.

In the blink of an eye, the two drank three glasses of sake in a row, and the atmosphere in the courtyard became silent again, but the row of Jianghu masters at the door waited with heavy eyes, and a faint murderous intent was permeated, but it seemed that because they did not get Song Yueming's permission, they did not make a move.

The two sat upright and looked at each other, the black cat was obviously familiar with Song Yueming, it didn't realize that there was him, but gently jumped from Xu Han's knees to the stone table. He looked at the wine glass on the stone table with a curious expression, secretly thinking that it was some strange thing. So he leaned his nose and sniffed it, but he couldn't smell a reason, so he simply stretched out his tongue and licked it, the pungent and spicy smell made the black cat's pupils dilate suddenly, and it was excited, let out a strange long cry and shook its nose and fell to Xu Han's side. Then he shook his head vigorously, obviously extremely uncomfortable.

"You, you know how to be greedy. Xu Han reluctantly put the black cat on his lap again, reached out and stroked its head, comforting it.

"Xuan'er is still so cute. Song Yueming also smiled, but then changed his words again, and his eyes fell directly on the Xingtian Sword on Xu Han's knees, "Brother Xu still listens to the next sentence and hands over the Xingtian Sword." ”

Xu Han raised his head when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Why do I think Brother Song cares more about the Xingtian Sword than Zhu Xian, Si Bai and the like?"

Song Yueming's face changed slightly, but he returned to normal in an instant, and he responded calmly: "It's just inheriting the teacher's life and obeying the will of heaven, why should Brother Xu take his life for nothing for a mediocre emperor?"

"Xu is not so noble, everything he does is just for..."Xu Han shook his head and said softly: "It's just self-preservation." ”

"It seems that there is something Song doesn't know about this. Song Yueming poured a pot of wine for the two of them again, and said so.

Xu Han stretched out his hand and picked up the wine glass that was filled again, and said, "Xu doesn't know much more than Brother Song. ”

After saying this, he raised his eyes and looked at the masters behind Song Yueming who had condensed their breaths, and then said: "Moreover, looking at Brother Song's posture, it seems that coming here today is not as simple as asking for Xu's sword. ”

Hearing this, Song Yueming had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hand also held the wine glass in front of him but did not raise it.

"Brother Xu is really smart. ”

"Hmph. Smart?" Xu Han snorted coldly, "It's just self-righteousness, and in the end, it's not being pulled as a chess piece, and I still don't know it." ”

Song Yueming was a little surprised by this, thinking about the rumors in the market these days, and vaguely guessed a little bit of Xu Han's situation now.

But he didn't take it, but raised his glass lightly. "Then Brother Xu, does you know that Song has another matter, what is it?"

"If you are not mistaken, Zhu Shouzuo should also let Brother Song take Xu's life. The look on Xu Han's face turned cold at that time.

Song Yueming smiled faintly, as if she was sure of Xu Han's answer, but she didn't seem to take it to heart.

He raised his wine glass and saluted Xu Han, and regardless of whether Xu Han responded or not, he raised his head and drank it alone.

The crowd in the streets grew louder and louder.

The procession of the dragon dance had already set up a stand at the corner of the street, and the drinkers and vendors who were shouting stopped their work for a while, and looked sideways at the procession on the street.

A middle-aged man in sackcloth stood in front of the team with a smile, he reached out and took out a fire fold, blew it a few times, blew the flames inside a few times, and then reached out and put it aside in front of the firecracker hanging high.

The fuse of the firecracker was ignited, and the scorching sparks lit up, accompanied by a sizzling sound, constantly surging upwards.

As soon as the firecrackers are fired, the procession of dragon dancers will begin.

Everyone in Chang'an City was looking sideways at that time, waiting for this moment to come.

Bang!

With a soft sound, the firecracker was ignited.

The noisy sound of gongs and drums began at once.

The voice was like some kind of code, and the murderous intent in the small courtyard surfaced at that moment.

The powerhouses lined up at the door, the true yuan around them surged, and at that time, they suddenly stepped out, and their bodies jumped towards Xu Han.

Xu Han's eyes were cold, and his hand slammed on the hilt of the Heavenly Sword, and he was about to take out the sword.

The purple-robed young man was like a majestic mountain standing in the cold wind, resolutely not moving. With a leisurely expression, he picked up the jar of wine on the stone table again and poured himself a glass of wine.

The clear wine slowly fell into the cup along the mouth of the altar, forming a thin line in mid-air.

Those strong men crossed his body and were about to kill Xu Han in a blink of an eye, Xu Han's sword was unsheathed a foot and two inches at that time, and the majestic sword intent with the sound of a dragon's groan poured out of his body.

The purple-robed young man's wine glass gradually filled with water, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and his other hand flicked lightly in front of the wine glass.

The wine in the glass turned into tiny droplets of water and poured out.

Those water droplets seemed to be irregular, but they were extremely neatly distributed behind the strong men who killed Xu Han.

Then when those powerhouses went in front of Xu Han, they reached their backs.

Then clear wine poured into their clothes from behind, and hot blood gushed out from the same part in front of them.

One by one, the powerhouses of the Heavenly Hunting Realm and even the Dust Realm fell to the ground one after another at that moment, and the huge momentum came to an abrupt end in an instant. Everything happened too suddenly, suddenly breaking Xu Han's sword that was about to be unsheathed, the blade was still hidden in the sheath, and he didn't know where to advance or retreat.

The purple-robed young man picked up the glass with half a glass of wine left, and once again raised his head towards Xu Han.

"Of course Song has other things..."

"For example, Brother Xu's life. ”