The sunset is about to set, the afterglow dyes the river sky, and there is a majestic city in the first line of Danxia.

The sky is not dark, the city has been lit up, and the bluestone long street is full of fire trees and silver flowers, if the heavenly river falls into the world.

Before the night came, the street has heard the sound of the boat song boat, the hustle and bustle of the teahouse and the gambling house shop has risen, the fragrance of tea, wine, balsam and powder has spread the long street, the men in the past have wide sleeves like the wind, and the women have skirts, gradually spreading out a splendid picture, and the ancient city is prosperous.

The last afterglow was swallowed up by the night......

Downstairs of the stork, Hongshui Bridgehead, a plain white skirt, black hair half curled, sideburns hanging down a few strands of hair lightly, jade face like snow, eyebrows picturesque, clear and soft between the eye waves, looking forward to life.

Next to him was a childish child, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Ten miles of prosperity, a night of fish and dragon dance, a drunken dream.

The night market is bustling, with thousands of lights, he and her, one tall and one short, but harmonious.

"Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim."

Fu Nian actually understood the meaning of Jiaxuan's words for a while, maybe this is it.

"Brother Nian, this night market is really lively."

A clear voice sounded in his ears, and he looked sideways to see the woman smiling.

"I'm afraid it's going to be even more lively." Fu Nian replied.

Ji Yanran brought him here to see that the night market was not a temporary rise.

He found that there were at least five or six different directions on the street, and there were eleven or two people walking in different directions, some like tourists, some like hawkers, some scholars playing with folding fans, and some merchants with burdens. There are old and young, they have different clothes and different movements, but he can see that these people are not weak in martial arts.

Without exception, all of these people set their eyes in the same direction—the Stork Tower, the vermilion giant that stood in the night.

"But you don't understand the amorous feelings." Ji Yanran whispered angrily, and there was still a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Ji everyone, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here unharmed." A soft groan came, and in the night, a figure slowly paced.

His people are as unhurried and confident as he is.

"You, the right lord, are here, and it's not in vain that we are here." Ji Yanran replied.

"This must be the friend who hit it off at first sight mentioned by Xinlingjun." The man asked, looking at Fu Nian, his tone full of inquiry.

"Kid Fu Nian, I've seen my predecessors."

"My name is Yang Gongxie, since you are a friend of Xinling Jun, then you are my friend, why be polite? You and I can be commensurate with each other. "It's humane.

"Brother Yang, I'm glad to meet." Fu Nian said again.

"Good brother, you and I need to get together today." Yang Gong said heretically, "It's just that some people can't seem to wait." ”

There was a man standing on the corner of the street, who was still thin and thin despite being dressed in a black robe.

The most noteworthy thing is his face, not to mention

This man looks so handsome, but because he is ugly, very ugly.

The left side of the face seemed to have been cut in half, and his nose and eyes were pulled crookedly, not a nose, but a half, not a pair of eyes, but one, and his right eye was left with a dark and deep hole.

With the appearance of this person, those people are no longer disguised, and the murderous intent is revealed.

"My helper is invited." The ugly man said.

"I'll go first." Yang Gongxie said to the two and walked towards the stork tower.

When he came to the front of the building, two figures flew down from the upper floor, one left and one right blocking his way.

Both men were dressed in black and had hats over their heads, so that it was impossible to see their faces.

"Please!"

Yang Gongxie smiled indifferently, and raised his feet to go upstairs.

The two of them shot out in unison, and slapped out with one palm, and the palm was majestic, as if it was overwhelmingly attacking Yang Gongxie.

Yang Gongxie did not dodge, raised his arm, grabbed the wrists of these two people with five fingers.

The two of them were startled and immediately exerted their strength, but they wanted to use their internal force to shake off Yang Gongxie.

Unexpectedly, a cold true qi seeped out from their hand veins and rushed straight to their hearts.

The two of them only felt that their bodies were stiff, unable to move, and their internal forces were even more unable to function.

They could only watch as Yang Gongxie stepped on the stairs, went up the stairs, and disappeared from their field of vision.

Yang Gongxie pushed the door in, and there was a person sitting in the middle of the building, his face was very ordinary, even ordinary, but his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

"This Daliang City is too small to accommodate your people."

His voice was calm, but there was an irresistible sense of oppression.

Yang Gongxie smiled and said, "I don't know if the Seven Star Tower wants Daliang City, but I have to come myself, for one person." ”

"You Qixinglou and my Feipeng Gang have always had a grudge, you come to my territory, I can't help but ask." Yan Xiong said.

"I'm here, and I've already given you enough face." Yang Gong is heretical.

A fiery aura emanated from Yan Xiong's body, and the heat made the air distort, as if it would turn to ashes in the next second.

A red palm force struck out from Yan Xiong's hand, and the palm was as strong as fire, scorching the space around him.

Yang Gongxie snorted lightly, and the cold freezing air spread from his body, forming a piece of frost, facing Yan Xiong's palm.

The two palms collided, ice and fire blended, and the two palms converged, one hot and the other cold, stirring in the entire pavilion.

The two of them gathered their strength together, separated from each other, staring at each other.

Seeing the movement inside, Ji Yanran looked at the extremely ugly man and said, "If I don't pass your level, I won't be able to go upstairs." ”

She recognized this person, Liu Qinghe, the jade-faced Langjun back then, and Liu Yuhe, the current leader of the six halls of the Feipeng Gang.

Seeing this, Fu Nian stepped aside, and he had confidence in Ji Yanran.

Ji Yanran pulled out the sword from the sheath, the tip of the sword pointed at Liu Yu's hatred, and the sword light was dazzling, illuminating her beautiful face, and even reflecting her eyes, like stars.

She didn't say anything more, and the sword in her hand was already piercing.

Liu Yu's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand was also unsheathed.

His sword was peculiar, the body was pitch black, and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, just a narrow piece.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, there was a faint wail in the air, like a devil crying, his sword was as strange as his people.

Ji Yanran's heart froze, that strange sword had arrived, and the last one came first.

The sword in her hand trembled slightly, pouring softly like flowing water, dissolving the sword.

But this sword was not over, the trembling sword body suddenly shattered, like a fine flying sand shooting towards Liu Yuhan, and like a rainstorm so dense that people were almost suffocated.

At such a close distance, no one could avoid it, and the dusty and tiny broken sword passed through Liu Yuhan's body, and blood mist floated out.

The dense sword marks on his body were like spider webs all over his body.

"Let's go." Ji Yanran threw away the long sword with only the hilt in her hand, and pulled Fu Nian upstairs.

The two people in front of the building, attacked by the cold poison, are now carrying the fate of the merit, where can they stop them.

As for those who are hidden in the shadows, they are calm and have not moved.

"You're here." A familiar voice came from inside the building.

Fu Nian and Ji Yanran entered, and Yang Gongxie and a cold man sat on one side.

The cold man looked at Fu Nian, and a ripple appeared in his indifferent eyes.

Fu Nian looked at him, and the two looked at each other.

His heart is as cold and warm as his people, and this coldness is a kind of calmness.

………

A flat boat came up from the river, and there was a person standing on the bow of the boat, with a cool demeanor, and Xiao Shuxuan lifted. Dressed in green clothes, he looks like a scribe.

He sprang out of the boat, landed on the shore, and went upstairs on his own.

"If you are not in a hurry, let me ask for a trick."

A figure came from a distance, making people unreal, as if it were real and illusory.

It's just that the next moment, he has come to him, and there should be no doubt about it.

Xue Yu raised his eyes to look at him, "Who are you?" ”

"Like you, I'm here for my friends." He replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The jade flute in Xue Yu's hand lowered slightly, but it blocked the sword that appeared and stabbed out from somewhere.

Xue Yu slapped his palm, and thousands of palm shadows appeared, which seemed to be real and illusory

, there is a sense of confusion that people can't distinguish.

That person was just a sword, turning into ten thousand sword shadows.

However, he sensed the real sword.

He stretched out two slender fingers and grabbed the sword, and a trace of blood slid down the blade, dripping down the hilt to the ground.

The man withdrew the sword from his hand, and the blade was still polished, except for a gap the size of a fingernail at the tip of the sword.

"But I fell behind." The man looked at Xue Yu.

………

It seemed to come in an instant, and the place where they appeared was still empty, and now there were two of them.

"You're here." Yang Gongxie's gaze fell on Xue Yu.

"I'm here first." Xue Yu said, and the meaning in his words seemed that someone was still coming.

"In what capacity are you here?" Yan Xiong looked at the man, who was hiding in a black robe.

This was the first time Fu Nian had seen the cold man speak.

"I'm here as your friend." Yan Boyu replied.

Yan Xiong was silent for a moment and said, "It's always good to have multiple friends. ”

………

The night was getting darker, and the people on the street were gone.

It's just that you never know how many people are hiding in the dark.

"Now that this one is here, then he has already made a decision." There was a voice in the darkness.

One by one, these figures hidden in the darkness departed, submerged into the darkness, silently.

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly in the night, and the sound of horses' hooves was especially vivid in the silence.

The lights on the street corners have also been turned off, and the pedestrians on the road have long since disappeared. But just because there are no pedestrians doesn't mean there aren't people.

"Who's in the car?" A man in armor rode on a horse and asked when he saw the royal ornament on the chariot.

Behind him was a group of Forbidden Soldiers in red armor.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a person leaned out of the car, revealing a white and elegant face.

"It turned out to be General Zuo, fortunately." Xin Lingjun's voice couldn't hear any emotion, "General Zuo, how can you be here?" ”

This person's name is Zuo Zhu, and he is the commander of the forbidden army of the royal capital.

"It's just a night watch." Zuo Zhu replied, "Childe came to the Stork Bird Tower so late to enjoy the wind?" ”

"It's still the general who knows me, exactly." Xin Lingjun said with a smile.

His smile was beautiful, but the night had obscured the sparkle in his eyes, and it looked a little desolate.