Familiar streets and alleys, strange passers-by, the car drove slowly forward, and finally stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

He had been here a year earlier. And now, here he is.

The gang assassins of Guan Yuan Dao a year ago and the assassins of Liang Baiqiao this time, Ji Yanran thought that the mastermind behind the scenes must be connected.

During that attack, one man was let go, and three of the five fingers of his right hand were severed.

Among the shadowless people, there was only one one who met this characteristic, the rickety old servant he had seen in this mansion.

There is no way to find out the identity of this person, and the only thing that can be determined is that when Long Yangjun was in the Wei State, this person was already there.

The two are very different in size and age, and the only common feature is that they are both related to the absence of a shadow, and both have three fingers missing from their left hand.

Since you have a clue, you should look into it, and it is a matter of course. So it doesn't raise too many suspicions.

Moreover, in the battle of Baiqiao, the shadowless dark guard that appeared was Long Yangjun's person, so he should come.

He came to see Long Yang just to confirm one thing, an answer that requires all three parties to have tacit understanding, and only this tacit understanding, this tacit secret can be maintained.

When I came to the door of the mansion again, the one waiting outside the door was still the previous nursing home.

The difference is that this time he respectfully greeted him: "Little sir, Long Yangjun ordered me to wait here earlier, please come with me." ”

"I'm sorry for you." Fu Nian nodded in thanks, and then followed him in.

Rockery ponds, pavilions and pavilions, exquisite and elegant.

Passing through the corridor and turning the corridor, the maidservants and maids along the way bowed their heads one after another.

Fu Nian could see that there was a little curiosity and inquiry in their eyes.

"Sir, please!" The man led him through the cloister, and finally stopped in front of an elegant hall. But there is a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

Fu Nian raised his eyes to look at the lintel. The plaque reads the word 'Mingxuan', and the font is as vigorous as a pine and cypress, with a free and easy force. These two characters are written in the Wei script, and there is also a sword intent hidden in the characters.

He withdrew his gaze, stepped into the room, and closed the door. The furnishings are not extravagant, but they are also extremely clean and tidy.

Against the wall, there is a purple wood lacquer table, and a man sits upright.

The man was wearing a black brocade robe, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, with a graceful bearing and elegant demeanor, like a beautiful son who walked out of a book.

Long Yangjun said in his heart, after not seeing him for a few months, he has changed a lot......

The child's breath in front of him was extremely restrained and peaceful, as if he was integrated with the world around him.

If it weren't for the hint of fierceness he vaguely revealed, he would almost have thought he was an ordinary child.

It was a pure sword qi that flowed around him.

Long Yangjun looked at him a few times, as if he wanted to see him through. He has grown far beyond expectations.

Fu Nian bowed his hand: "Fu Nian greets Long Yangjun." ”

The other party smiled and bowed, signaling him to excuse himself from courtesy, and sat down.

"Long Yangjun, I came this time, but I actually have something to ask." Fu Nian spoke.

Long Yangjun said: "Your Excellency, please speak." ”

Fu Nian paused for a moment and said, "On the way back to Daliang, Xinlingjun was robbed and killed by assassins, and these people all have a mark on their bodies - Seven Heart Xuanmei. One of the Assassins escaped, and the man had three of his right fingers broken. ”

Long Yangjun's expression remained unchanged: "You mean the assassin sent by Shadowless?" ”

Fu Nian didn't answer, and continued: "Among the shadowless secret guards, there is only one person who meets this characteristic, and that is the old servant who has always been by Long Yangjun's side. ”

After hearing this, Long Yangjun raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm afraid that it won't be the turn of others to ask about the shadowless matter." ”

"In the Battle of Bailiang Bridge, it was Long Yangjun's people who took away the assassins."

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The jade sword suddenly came out of its sheath, as fast as lightning, and the tip of the sword reached instantly

On him, the blade of the sword was slightly cool.

Sen Han's sword qi swept out, and within a dozen zhang of the surrounding area, the cold killing intent could be felt. The air smelled of slaughter.

There was a dead silence in the courtyard, and under this sword, time seemed to stand still, except for the sound of the bamboo pond and the clear stream.

"No matter how sharp the sword is, it is a dead thing, and it is not the sword that really determines the fate, but the person who holds it."

Long Yangjun whispered, raised his palm slightly, and pushed the blade away: "Now, you can tell me the answer you want." ”

When Long Yangjun asked, his eyes were fixed on one place.

The turquoise blade was reflected in his pupils. Fu Nian's face did not change, and he said the last sentence calmly.

In the hidden place, a figure disappeared silently.

………

The wind is clear and the clouds are light, and the water is blue and the mountains are green. People cross the mountain road, and the ghost is not born. Watching the vastness of the world and the multiplicity of the forests, it is not tolerated, and a bird cries. The world is surging and the world is swinging, but I don't know who my confidant is.

There is a white-haired old man on the cliff, he carries his hands behind his back, overlooking the mountains, and his eyes are full of vicissitudes.

The mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits; The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

It's just an ordinary valley, but because of his existence, it's destined to be extraordinary.

The old man was tall and tall, wearing a loose black shirt. Although his hair is white, he does not have half a twilight state. A wisp of long hair hangs down to his chest, but there is a fairy intent that is beyond the mundane.

At this time, there was movement on the cliff at the foot of the mountain, and two figures

flew and landed behind the old man.

One of them was a little older, about sixteen, wearing a shawl with long hair, a handsome face, a gentle temperament, and a little restrained.

The other was dressed in a black robe with gold rim, and his sword eyebrows were as sharp as a blade. A head of white hair was tied by a high crown on his headband, and the whole person exuded a fierceness.

The two knelt down on one knee and said respectfully, "Meet the master!" ”

Their names reveal the relationship between the old man and the two of them.

"Get up."

The two of them stood up in response.

The old man never looked back, his eyes were still looking into the distance, and he said leisurely: "The highest essence of the Ghost Valley Peerless School is only two words - decision and choice. How do you understand the relationship between these two words? ”

The two glanced at each other, and the black-clothed and white-haired disciple took the lead in speaking: "Decide on the value, and then choose." ”

His words are as sharp as his people.

The older disciple pondered for a moment and said, "The disciple thinks that you should make a choice first and then make a decision. ”

The old man did not answer the two directly, but continued: "It is for the benefit of the first decision to choose later; It is righteous to choose first and then decide. However, what is the priority of profit and righteousness in the world, this is what I want to test you. ”

"This is the question for the two of you this time, you go down the mountain......"

The two bowed down and turned to leave.

After the two of them walked away, the old man slowly turned around.

His gaze was still in the distance, but the depth of his eyes had faded.

The path of the Guigu is decisive. Whatever you choose, you will inevitably come at a cost.

In the Guigu lineage, each generation of heirs chooses different paths, but in the end, there is one road that is the same, that is-give up, there must be something to give, and there must be something to take.