At night, no, it's not night, it's just that the dark clouds are so dark that the day in Kyoto is so dark today that it looks like night is coming.

After the light that belonged to the night left Kyoto, he also took back the night bow and the evening arrow in the library of the deputy courtyard.

Yes, the light that belongs to the night is not a light, but an arrow, and Su Qi opened the night arrow shot by the night bow!

The destination of this arrow is very simple, very straightforward, Tianxing!

There are some things that are difficult for him to do today, so naturally he needs someone to do it for him, so he has to seek help from his family.

Since you use the yang scheme, then I will use the yang scheme to crush you!

Then I will crush you with the will of the people!

Although all this may not be as wishful as he imagined, at least he really doesn't need to kill him with a knife!

Yes, how could he kill him? Even if she really didn't like this father, he was always her father, and she was disappointed in her father, but where was the disappointment without love?

He knew her, so he had to shoot the arrow.

The window of the study building was open, and the autumn rain drifted in with the raging autumn wind, wetting Su Qi's cheeks, but it looked very refreshing, which made the irritability in his heart a little lighter.

Murong Xue sat at the sandalwood table, and there was a small copper stove in front of her, on which several pieces of charcoal were piled up, and a few small flames became high as the temperature of the stove increased.

There is a bronze wine pot next to the small stove, and there is a pot of wine next to the bronze wine pot.

Murong Xue told Su Qi in the deputy courtyard that he was in a hurry to go out and didn't bring wine, so where did this wine come from? And there is also a small copper stove and a bronze wine jug?

It's obviously boiling wine, and it's so well equipped.

The credit for all this was naturally taken out by him standing aside, with a calm face and a somewhat dull look in his eyes.

Standing in the highest compartment of this study building, you will smell the fragrance of ink wafting all over the building, this ink fragrance has a pure heart, and it seems that in such ten thousand volumes, people cannot give birth to any irritability.

If you can't be irritable, you can naturally meditate, Qiusheng took it out to find plums, and stood aside after taking out the copper furnace to meditate.

He's very smart, so when he calms down, how can he not figure out what is going on?

Thinking of Lin Zhengti's sugar gourd stick, he couldn't help but secretly scold Luo Xu for being cunning and cunning.

Yes, it was only three days since Su Qi walked out of Shangshu Mansion and then went to the deputy courtyard, and in these three days, Luo Xu arranged so much that he hid from everyone.

He grasped the mentality of several people, Zhuma's purity, Xiaoman's temper, and Bai Yutang's demeanor, otherwise how would they charter a person who makes sugar gourds? Let him make sugar gourds in the vice courtyard?

They didn't care if that person came this morning, because Bai Yutang called him here, and he was really a vendor who bought sugar gourds, even Su Qi didn't see that he had any trace of monk's breath.

Su Qi and Bai Yutang had never underestimated Luo Xu, and they were even very jealous, but they never thought that Luo Xu had already buried a poisonous snake in the auxiliary courtyard before this!

Knowing your fate!

This is also why Su Qi braved his injuries in Sun Haotian's small world and tore open a hole and returned to the door of the deputy courtyard! Because of the information transmitted by the red knife, there was an extra breath of fate in the vice courtyard!

Su Qi is late, after all, Mo Nannan and Su Zhe are not in the realm, and it is already the limit to be able to insist on one or two moves under the knowledge of fate.

The autumn wind outside was blowing very wildly and cold, Qiusheng felt it, and wanted to go up and close the wooden window of the compartment but was stopped by Su Qi.

"It's better to be cold, refreshing, and calm. ”

This sentence sounded a little reasonable, so Qiu Sheng stood by the window to feel the refreshment and then he left, because he was covered in autumn rain, which was too embarrassing.

"To tell you to be refreshing, I didn't let you stand on the windowsill against the wind and rain. Su Qi was a little helpless, shook his head, and actually leaned on the mat like this and lay down.

He was a little tired, closed his eyes, and didn't know what to think, until the plum fragrance followed the cold autumn breeze and the ink fragrance rippled all over the building.

Boiling wine, naturally boiling is that fragrant!

The fragrance of plum is coming to the nose, and the ink fragrance is following, the kind of poetic painting that seems to step into the plum forest with pen and ink is intoxicating, and even the fourteen-year-old boy in Qiusheng is very comfortable enjoying this intoxication.

However, his intoxication was only intoxication, but he didn't have a chance to drink and enjoy it in this compartment, because Su Qi asked him to do something.

The matter is straightforward, very simple, and their conversation goes like this.

"You cut the door of the vice courtyard, right?"

"Huh?"

"There is a lack of people in front of the deputy hospital. ”

"Who?"

"The gate is broken and open, so naturally there must be a gatekeeper. ”

“”

"Take my knife and stand there. ”

"Do you want me to guard the door?" Qiusheng was a little reluctant, but this incident was really self-inflicted, and it seemed that he should be the same when he thought about it, so he said, "Okay." ”

The red knife is included in the Tibetan knife, but even the Tibetan knife can't hide the domineering aura of the red knife, especially when the red knife enters Kyoto, the invincible high place seems to be more thorough.

When Qiusheng took the Tibetan knife, his face changed slightly, and his eyebrows were raised, not because he frowned and showed that he was unhappy, but he was very happy and raised his eyebrows excitedly, but this behavior made his face look a little awkward.

What about this? Qiusheng's eyebrows are dancing, and his joy is also the reason for his youth. This looks very good in Murong Xue's eyes, Qiusheng is still young, she doesn't need to bear too much, and she only hopes that he will have a happy childhood like a normal child, which is very difficult for her or Su Qi to ask for, so she naturally hopes that Qiusheng can get it.

Qiusheng was holding the Tibetan knife, she knew that he was not just holding a knife, but a will, that was the knife intent, which belonged to the sword intent of His Majesty Taizong, the peak powerhouse of the Apocalypse Continent! This sword intent was a surprise for Qiusheng who learned the knife and made the knife, just like an ignorant teenager who met a teacher who really understood him.

It's not the kind of teacher who is called a teacher, but the kind of teacher who really understands what you want and teaches you something, which makes you pause.

This is a kind of acquaintance and fate, so the red knife did not reject him, but slightly revealed a knife intent so that this little boy could understand a trace of the truth.

Qiusheng was very grateful, so he first leaned the Tibetan knife against the mahogany railing on the side, raised his hands, bowed, and saluted Su Qi as a teacher, and then he became the boy holding the knife, holding the Tibetan knife, and went down to the study building with a smile on his face that could not be hidden.

The sound of his footsteps leaving seemed very empty, and the fragrance of pure ink spread far away, even the dense autumn rain and the raging wind could not hide the lightness and joy in those steps.

Because he was happy, Qiusheng walked quickly, and after a while, he went down the study building, stepped out of the threshold, and then ran towards the door of the auxiliary courtyard with a Tibetan knife, a red knife, and a young heart.