The two continued to chat, talking, and even sat on a stone bench with two sycamore leaves falling next to them.

Tang Xianzhi's dignity disappeared, as if she had become a little girl chasing stars, wrapped around Bai Yan's side, asking this and that, and occasionally laughing back as a big sister.

This is a classic manifestation of "completely ignorant of how to deal with a new relationship".

In the past, Bai Yan was a relative in Tang Xianzhi's eyes, even if he was calm and gave people a sense of security, he was still a younger brother who could support each other with her and support the Tang family together.

But now, this younger brother has changed into the eighth master.

Two very different images, identities, are merging into a new, undefined person.

Tang Xianzhi admired the eighth master, but he had a family relationship with Bai Yan.

The two feelings collided together and formed a whirlpool.

The more Tang Xianzhi said, the more chaotic his heart became.

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

All sorts of distractions came out.

"Eighth Master... I... I'll go back first. Tang Xianzhi was a little inexplicably reluctant, her heart was still beating, but she didn't know why.

Nervous, joyful, happy, scared, mixed feelings, not knowing what to do.

Listening to the title of "Eighth Master", Bai Yan was a little unhappy.

Tang Xianzhi was keenly aware of his emotions, and chuckled: "Brother-in-law, I like to call the eighth master... Just a little secret between us, okay? ”

The tone, some coquettish, some pleading.

In her eyes, there is spring water murmuring and sparkling.

Bai Yan only said that she was excited, and then emphasized again: "I really don't care about the identity of Black Impermanence, and I can never even be..."

"I know, Eighth Master, that's what I called when I was with you. Scream softly, make sure not to be heard. "Tang Xianzhi doesn't follow.

Seeing her insistence, Bai Yan said, "Okay." ”

Tang Xianzhi suddenly wanted to reach out and pull the hook.

For some reason, with the eighth master, her "little girl" heart was triggered.

In the heart of every "dignified and virtuous, calm and atmospheric" beauty, there is a little girl who wants to be cared for.

Tang Xianzhi turned around and hurried away, her skirt fluttering in the autumn wind, outlining a graceful curve.

Bai Yan watched her leave, retracted his gaze, and looked at the knife again.

Fourteen floors are hard to reach...

Finally, he found an opportunity.

But he set this opportunity as the most difficult goal in the world.

Because, what he wants to kill is a "ghost".

The ghost head, and him after the ghost blood got out of control.

Looking at the knife stuck in the ground, he couldn't pick it up.

"The idea of the Flying Fish Knife Method is too low, I have to find a way to find some new knife techniques."

...

...

The night is getting deeper.

The gloomy wind whistled through the streets and alleys, rolling up dust and fluttering.

The bloody battle between Black Impermanence and the Gongsun family is the day after tomorrow.

The big faction of Shudi, and even many Jianghu forces outside Shudi, have sent many people here.

The duel of the top masters is often a "fraternity", an "opportunity to learn and progress", and an experience of witnessing "major events in the rivers and lakes".

Naturally, all sects will not miss such an opportunity.

The inn in Jianshan City was already full.

The guests are mixed, good and bad.

The owner of the inn specially told the shopkeeper, the cook and the second child, and told the good students to treat them and not to cause trouble.

......

Among these inns, Zongmu Inn is undoubtedly the largest inn in Jianshan City.

This Zongmu inn consists of four inns and a restaurant, surrounded by elegant white walls and black tiled courtyard walls.

Such a big inn was naturally chartered by the big forces.

This great force is the eight major sects of the rivers and lakes.

They are: Wudang, Shaolin, Kunlun, Emei, Huashan, Kongtong, Qingcheng, and Beggars.

At this point... The first floor of the central restaurant of Zongmu Inn.

The square table seats are open.

The disciples of the eight major sects sit in different areas according to their own sects.

Although there are many disciples here who are from the same sect, they are from different branches, and they are only famous on weekdays and have never met each other, and they are chatting and laughing at this time.

The Taoist priest on Wudang's side is in black and white Taoist robes, fairy wind and bones, and he is very dusty, and his every move is natural and free.

In comparison, the beggar gang is noisy, and the young beggar gang disciples are still a little unable to let go, while those old bangzi, who are thick enough to block the gun, sit without sitting, eat without eating, step on the bench with their thighs, and pat the mud with dirty hands and carry the wine jar to dry.

The monks of Shaolin silently ate the meal specially prepared by the restaurant.

Kongtong's warriors are eyebrows and eyes, with a fierce meaning.

The rest of Kunlun, Qingcheng, and Huashan are all normal chivalrous.

Emei, on the other hand, is Kun Dao, the leader of the teacher, and brought two young disciples who are valued by the sect: Jing Miao and Jing Xuan.

These two disciples are young, but they have already stepped into the realm of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and their talents are so strong that the head of the sect is very satisfied.

This time I went out, and it was led by the guard of the Emei branch in Shudi, and there were also many senior sisters.

"Uncle Shi, can the Gongsun family defeat Black Impermanence?" Jing Miao asked with some concern.

Jing Xuan said: "The master often warns us that there are often flaws in the hearts of evil demons, and although it is possible to improve their strength by leaps and bounds through a momentary trick, it will not last long.

Only when righteousness always exists, can we continue to walk on the martial arts. Black Impermanence is a villain among the dark forces such as Midnight Eyes, and he will naturally be defeated. ”

When the master on the side heard this, he smiled and said: "What Jing Xuan said makes sense, people need to keep righteous thoughts and walk on the right path in order to last a long time and reach the peak."

But... Jing Miao's worries are not bad. ”

She paused as she spoke.

Next to him, a little Kundao asked curiously, "Uncle Shi, why?" ”

The master said: "Because, black is impermanent...... He's at the top. ”

Only by keeping mindfulness and walking on the right path can we reach the pinnacle.

But if you are already at the peak, why do you need to be persistent?

The crowd was silent.

There was a big grinning voice from the beggar elder next to him.

"Why should Mrs. Shi grow the ambition of others and destroy his own prestige? No matter how strong Midnight Mu is, it is also a dark underground force, and the Gongsun family is still a little bit close to our righteous path. ”

An elder of the Kongtong faction also said: "The strength of the Gongsun family is very strong, if you talk about knife techniques, who is the Gongsun family's "Lotus Tai Sword Technique" worse than?"

It is said that the sword method has a direct record of the cultivation method of the tenth layer, as long as you practice step by step, you can give birth to a tenth-layer master, and the sword is like a lotus blooming, without any flaws.

In such an environment, those who can be sent out by the Gongsun family to fight against the black impermanence must be the strongest of the strong.

I think black impermanence will fail. ”

...

...

In the inn, it was lively.

And the Tang family's inner house is extremely quiet.

In front of a bronze mirror.

Tang Xianzhi was looking at his face in the mirror.

Glamorous, dignified, gentle, dusty, like a beauty in a painting.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the flowers are, if they are born on the top of the snow-capped mountains, in the ice wind, and no one appreciates them, then what's the point?

This year she is twenty years old.

The best friend who walked with her arm in arm and went out to play before has already been teaching her husband and children.

"I... Is it worse than whom? ”

Tang Xianzhi looked at the classical beauty in the mirror that I saw pitiful, and let out a self-deprecating sigh.

For some reason, the appearance of the eighth master suddenly flashed in her heart.

Her heart pounded.

Suddenly... She was in a trance.

In the bronze mirror, the dignified face showed a playful smile, and the red lips opened slightly.