On the streets, it quickly became dark.

The high interest of the people gradually subsided because Yang Ye's performance ended and the new instrument was bought.

Yang Ye got three hundred gold coins, threw them directly to Zhang San, who was sluggish, said hello to Tang Jingtian and the others, and walked through the crowd and left calmly.

When everyone saw the city lord's attitude towards him, they were all secretly frightened.

Wu Yiliu photographed the guitar, but he was not happy, he watched Yang Ye's back gradually dissolving into the night, and there was no reason for a sense of loss in his heart.

"Hehe, Brother Wu, congratulations, three hundred gold coins to buy this new instrument, no loss. ”

Tang Jingtian gloated a little, thinking that Yang Ye would give him one of these instruments for free at that time, and he was happy and proud in his heart.

"Humph!"

Wu Yiliu glanced at him, didn't bother to pay attention, took the guitar, and was just about to leave, when his heart suddenly jumped, and his eyes passed through the door of the store and entered inside.

"Boss Zhang, there is still an heirloom in your shop?"

He had just inadvertently noticed a faint sword intent, emanating from it, and he was suddenly a little surprised.

"Heirloom?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Zhang San was stunned, but those who were about to disperse also moved in their hearts and immediately stopped.

"I didn't ...... No, I don't. ”

Zhang San replied in a trembling voice, looking dazed.

"No, absolutely. ”

Wu Yiliu said with an affirmative face, thought about it, and said: "That thing, maybe you got it unintentionally, and you didn't see its value. ”

Without waiting for him to answer, he walked directly into the shop, and as soon as he stepped through the door, his eyes were attracted by a piece of paper on the wooden door behind him.

"The literary spirit is overflowing, and the sword aura is blowing in the face! It is really a sword poem!"

Wu Yiliu's eyes lit up and he said with joy.

"Ning Jian Shi?"

When Tang Jingtian and the others heard this, they were immediately startled and hurriedly rushed towards the small shop.

"Boss Zhang, do you want to sell this poem, how many gold coins do you want, just say it!"

Wu Yiliu hurriedly turned around, opened his arms, and stopped at the door with thick eyebrows, not letting Tang Jingtian and the others come in.

"Get out of the way, you lord of the city, do you want to have an old face?"

Tang Jingtian was stopped outside and was immediately furious.

"Don't. ”

Wu Yiliu stopped him and said without blushing.

Zhang San was stunned by the scene in front of him, and it took him a long time to react, and he apologized with a worried face: "The city ...... City Lord, that poem, villains can't sell ......"

"Why? You don't know the value of that thing, it's a waste to stick it there. ”

Wu Yiliu turned his head and said with a displeased face.

Zhang San's heart trembled, he didn't dare to be disobedient, but thinking of his wife's and daughter's illness, he had to take out Yang Ye as a shield, and said in a trembling voice: "The city lord is angry, this small shop ...... The villain has already given it to Yang Gongzi, and that poem was also written by Yang Gongzi himself. His stuff, the villain...... The villain does not dare to call the shots at will. ”

"What? That poem was written by Yang Ye?"

When Wu Yiliu heard this, he was stunned.

Tang Jingtian was stunned, suddenly grabbed Wu Yiliu's collar, and directly dragged him out of the house, and immediately laughed: "Old fox, old fox, that Ning Jian poem is my Tang Jingtian's beloved son-in-law, if you want it, you have to ask me if I agree." ”

Wu Yiliu was rudely dragged out by him, and he didn't get angry, he was stunned, and suddenly sighed, his face full of melancholy: "I regret that I shouldn't let my daughter practice martial arts, and I regret that I shouldn't let her sit at the same table with Yang Ye...... The old man regrets it. ”

......

Late at night, everything is silent.

In a certain city south of Xiangzhou City, a dark organization lurks secretly.

Red Flower Pavilion, a killer organization that can rank in the top ten in the entire Xia Kingdom, making many people frightened.

Except for the royal relatives of the Xia Kingdom, they dare to take on any task of killing.

The completion rate is ridiculously high.

Tonight, the headquarters was dark and silent, and there was not a single sound.

In the hall, there were two rows of men and women dressed in black, who were bowed, and a bright red flower was embroidered on the cuff of their left hand, which shimmered with a strange light in the dark night.

Their expressions were cold, their eyes were cold, and their attitudes were extremely respectful.

Time passes bit by bit.

These people bowed their heads, like sculptures, motionless.

After a long time, the curtain next to it was windless, and a burst of aroma that made these people's expressions change slightly suddenly diffused.

When the red shadow flickered, a bewitching figure, like a falling flower, fell silently on the high platform.

Mu Honghua's eyes were like blades, and she glanced coldly at everyone in the audience, and sat down slowly on the chair behind her.

"Subordinates, see Pavilion Master!"

Everyone knelt on one knee, their faces full of reverence, and said respectfully in unison.

Mu Honghua looked indifferent, raised her hand slightly, and did not speak.

Everyone bowed their heads and got up, bowing slightly, not daring to make any sound.

"Hall Master Du, how many tasks did you receive today?"

Mu Honghua looked at a black-robed middle-aged man standing at the head of the left and asked coldly.

"Pavilion Master, the headquarters has received a total of five tasks today, and four of them, after discussing with several hall masters, have already sent people there. There is only one last item, which is still waiting for the pavilion master to decide personally. ”

Master Du bowed down and was meticulous.

"Oh?"

When Mu Honghua heard this, her eyes moved, and she said, "It seems that today, the headquarters has finally received a low-level task. ”

"The Pavilion Master is wise. ”

Hall Master Du said cautiously: "This time, the task is to kill a young man who has just become a scholar, I believe it will be easy for a literary master." ”

"Literati? It's a little too simple. ”

Mu Honghua's eyes flashed, she sighed a few times, and said: "It's okay, Yin Xue has just become a literary teacher, this first murder task, choose a simple one, and start with a good job." ”

Hall Master Du nodded respectfully, not daring to say more.

"Yinxue, come out. ”

Mu Honghua turned her head and said coldly.

The curtain was lifted, and a tall girl, dressed in white like snow, holding a jade flute, walked out slowly.

When she came to Mu Honghua, she just bowed slightly, and then stood aside without saying a word.

That delicate face, quiet and indifferent, a pair of eyes, deep and clear.

"Remember, this is your first mission, and you must succeed, not fail. Otherwise, the Pavilion will wait!"

Mu Honghua glanced at her lightly and said coldly.

"Yes, Pavilion Master. ”

The girl's eyes were calm and she replied softly.

"Hall Master Du, give her that person's information and let her leave now. ”

Mu Honghua stood up, gave an order, looked indifferent, and turned to leave.

Outside, the night is thick and the full moon hangs high.

The girl got the information and took advantage of the moonlight to go out of the city alone.

After a while, we came to a quiet river.

On the banks of a grassy river, she untied a small boat, boarded it, and went straight down the river.

The moonlight is bright, the river is sparkling, and everywhere is silent.

She sat quietly on the boat, her dark eyes looking at the distant sky, and the look on her face could not see clearly.

I don't know how long it took, she slowly retracted her gaze, her eyes flickered, she lifted the jade flute in her hand, put it to her lips, and played it quietly.

"Woo woo woo...... Woowoooo......oo

A sad and poignant melody suddenly sounded in the night, and many creatures woke up in the dense forest on both sides of the river.

The boat drifted quietly, and the mournful sound of the flute was like crying.

Blowing, blowing, her eyes are like the moon, gradually hazy, like a waterfall of hair, gently flying.

She slowly put down the jade flute, and her snow-white face revealed a touch of sadness.

"Sky, why isn't it snowing?"

"The Flute That Night......"

Her eyes flickered, she sighed inaudibly, and the night she remembered was unforgettable.

Under the moonlight like water, the ancient forest, on the edge of the cliff, the snowflakes fall, and the flute flows.

Her body, which was injured by the demon beast, trembled slightly, and her cold heart, under the wash of the poignant flute, was as bright as light and brilliant as a flower.

"Does this piece have a name?"

"The man...... Who is ......?"

The girl raised her eyes and looked at the moon in the night sky.

Clear eyes, like night, lonely and charming.

......

"Take a leave tonight, owe a chapter, and make up for it tomorrow, sorry." 》

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