Late at night, on a certain ordinary high-rise building in Bianjing City.

Under the flickering shadow of the lamp, a person is sitting in silence, bowing his head and eyebrows, overlooking the huge capital at his feet, looking at the lights of ten thousand homes, as well as those forces that are entrenched everywhere and hiding all sides, like an eagle hanging in the sky, watching every corner of the city, paying attention to all movements.

The intelligence of the six-and-a-half-cent hall has always been the first in the world, and it depends on the fact that the children in the hall are both black and white, and the three sects and nine streams are all complete. But if he wanted to, even if it was the words of the person surnamed Zhao in the imperial city, what he said, what he ate, and what he did, it could be placed in front of him in less than half an hour.

Gu Chaoyun wore a green robe, a cloak, his hair was scattered, leaning against the window, facing the sweeping night wind, a pair of formidable fox eyes were overlooking the prosperity of the capital, and he was holding a knife several inches long and a piece of wood in his hand.

Sitting here, it was Di Feijing before, but in the future, maybe it was him Gu Chaoyun.

The reason why I said this was because when it was not yet dark, the disciples in the hall had already sent back the news that they had attacked Tianquan Mountain, and the second hall master Lei Dongtian led hundreds of elites in the six-and-a-half-point hall to almost destroy the Golden Wind Drizzle Building overnight.

But almost after all, it's just almost, if Dacheng is a little bit worse, it is a failure, a failure.

And what he has to wait for now is Di Feijing.

He didn't believe that the other party would die on Tianquan Mountain, there was no other reason, just because the other party was Di Feijing.

"What are you looking at?"

Sure enough, he waited.

Turning around, under the shadow of the lamplight, an old man hunched over and with his head bowed was slowly walking out, wet and embarrassed, and his tone was even weaker, light and inaudible.

Gu Chaoyun's carved knife didn't stop, but his eyes swept over the old man's body from beginning to end, until he saw a trace of blood spilling from the other party's left chest, and then he sighed softly: "It's cold in high places." ”

The old man was silent for a while, then reached out and took off the human skin mask on his face, and the injury on his chest was also revealed, it was a knife wound, almost piercing his heart, but with such an injury, Di Fei was shocked that he could still survive, and it seemed that he could still live well.

Dealing with his injuries, Di Fei looked at him in shock, his pale face was calm without any expression, "If you pretend to be more like, there will be no Golden Wind Drizzle Building in the capital." ”

He was blaming Gu Chaoyun for letting Su Mengzhen see the clue too early.

Gu Chaoyun lowered his eyelids and looked at the wooden carving in his hand, his figure was not revealed, his facial features were exposed, his eyebrows and eyes were lifelike, it was Su Mengzhen who was withered, he smiled vigorously, "I did it on purpose." Compared with your deceit and power struggle, of course, I have to work hard to survive, Su Mengzhen will not die, and my value will be greater. ”

Di Fei's shock was really serious, he only had one wound on his body, that was the knife wound on his chest, the knife wound was very small and narrow, a fatal wound with one blow.

Red Sleeve Knife.

Di Fei was shocked as if he had guessed what Gu Chaoyun was thinking, and suddenly said, "Are you curious why I didn't die?" ”

Gu Chaoyun didn't hide it, and said with a smile: "I have guessed that if this knife is an ordinary person, it will definitely die, but you are not dead, then there is only one possibility, the position of your heart must be unusual, in my opinion, it should be on the right side." In this way, it will make people think that you are really dead. ”

Di Fei nodded in surprise, his tone was not sad or happy, nor was he angry because Gu Chaoyun had ruined the plan, but said calmly: "Okay, from tomorrow onwards, I will hide in the shadows, and you will be the hall master of the six-and-a-half-point hall." ”

Gu Chaoyun smiled, looked at the wood carving in his hand again, and held the knife in the other hand like a fly, "It's so sudden, it's like a dream." ”

But there was no one in the building to answer him, except for a trace of blood, Di Fei's frightened figure had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Gu Chaoyun muttered: "What a clever light skill, it comes and goes without a trace." ”

This Fadi Fei was also given to him, and he was called the dragon without a shadow, plus the big abandoned son grappler, but the other party did not completely teach him, without reservation, but kept a hand.

Because in addition to the news of the disciples in the hall, Lei Mei also sent him a news, the other party used a miraculous skill of using the knife with eyes on Tianquan Mountain, and defeated the three masters of Yang Wuxie, Shi Wushu and Dao Nanshen, which can be seen that is the unique skill at the bottom of the box.

But this is not important to Gu Chaoyun, he has the "Sad Arrow Technique" and the "Mountain Character Sutra" in his hand, how can he really practice what to grapple, when the time comes, before the big thing is done, he will be crippled first, isn't it a lack of heart.

What he should be thinking about now is how to deal with the two old foxes of Yuan Thirteen Limit and Cai Jing, one wants him to try his skills, and the other wants to use him, but he is afraid that it will not be long before he will tear his face, and then it will be life or death to have two words.

Gu Chaoyun turned back to the window and looked at the rivers and lakes outside the building.

It's a pity that his foundation is insufficient, although the golden bell jar has been able to catch the bullet, but in this martial arts, he can't even catch a dark chess, plus there are all kinds of strange poisons, if someone really wants to kill him, he will definitely die and don't know how to die, not to mention that his internal strength is still shallow, and he has encountered such a top master of the Yuan Thirteen Limit.

"The odds of winning are slim, if you can greatly improve your strength in a short period of time, you may be able to solve the current dilemma."

But Gu Chaoyun's withering movements were abrupt, his eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he remembered something very important, he rubbed the wood, and slowly looked up at the moon hanging high outside the window.

Staring at it for a moment, I don't know if it was the bright moon falling into his eyes, or if the bright eyes reflected the moon, Gu Chaoyun's eyes slowly flashed with a trace of bright light, and four words came out of his mouth, "Wuji Immortal Elixir." ”

In an instant, Gu Chaoyun seemed to have thought of a way to solve the dilemma, slowly closed his eyes, and the depression between his eyebrows turned into peace in an instant.

But soon he opened his eyes again, and the expression in his eyes was no longer the kind of wind and clouds that Di Fei had deliberately pretended to be shocked, and there was no deep and unpredictable loneliness, some were just crazy and unruly laughter, and undisguised malice and murder.

"Cai Jing, Yuan thirteen limit."

Slowly spit out two names in his mouth, and Gu Chaoyun finally lowered his head again.

……

The next day, the sun was three poles.

According to Di Fei's habit, Gu Chaoyun turned out of the shade, turned the long pavilion, passed by Dongliubei Street, and then came to a courtyard hidden in the market.

In the courtyard, he met an old man in gray.

The old man was looking at the plum blossoms in the corner of the courtyard, and on the bare branches, although they had not yet bloomed, and they had not even bore the flower bags, the old man did not raise his head.

Gu Chaoyun noticed that the old man's left hand behind his back only had two fingers, the middle finger and the thumb, while the remaining three fingers were all made of wood.

He already knew the identity of the other party.

"Who are you?"

The old man asked in a dumb voice without looking back.

Gu Chaoyun smiled slightly, "I'm Di Feijing." ”

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