It was still early in the afternoon, but the sky was darkened in advance, and the gloomy sea of clouds hung overhead, and it was supposed to snow in the winter month, but in Jiangzhou, where the four seasons are like spring, it is not impossible to rain.

The Night Terror Hall rode a charcoal red horse, standing on the bank of the grass-colored river, looking downstream, you can faintly see the estuary several miles away, listen carefully, and you can hear the faint sound of waves from the wind.

Wow~Wow......

Bird bird as Liangzhou barbarian bird, since childhood with the night terrors, has never seen the scenery of the sea, at this time standing on the horse's head stretched out basically no neck look, big eyes open round, look at the appearance is thinking about such a big lake, raised out of the fat fish is afraid that a pot of stew.

The eastern part of Lin'an County is near the sea, which has reached the edge of the territory of the Great Wei Dynasty, and is also the source of silk cloth and other businesses.

The Great Wei does not forbid the sea, you can go to Yanzhou, Tiannan and even the eastern part of Beiliang and other regions by sea, there are not many boat gangs that take root here, standing on the river bank, you can occasionally see the merchant ships sailing down the river to the sea, the scale is much larger than the inland ships.

Compared with the night terrors and birds that arrived on the coast for the first time, the accompanying Xuanji Zhenren and Fan Qinghe were much more prosaic.

Xuanji Zhenren has been adrift in the rivers and lakes for ten years, has seen the highest mountain in the world and the most vast sand river, and has also rocked a small boat alone to ride the wind and waves, sailing to the depths of the storm, chasing the fairy island that only exists in the legend, and now even the fiercest villain has experienced it, this kind of small wind and waves, really can't arouse the interest in her heart.

And Fan Qinghe, as the girl who grew up in the West Sea, secretly went to Tianlang Lake for pilgrimage several times, Tianlang Lake is too big, it is called 'West Sea' in history, and the scenery is even better than that of Lin'an County.

For this reason, Fan Qinghe didn't pay attention for long, so he turned his head and looked at the Night Terror Hall:

"It's estimated to rain at night, should Lin An rest for one night before leaving, or rush to Wanghailou overnight?"

Wanghailou is built on an island more than three miles away from the coast, it was originally the place of worshipping the sea in the Dawu period, it has been rebuilt repeatedly for thousands of years, and now it has become a scenic spot, because it is known as the last building in the southeast of the Great Wei Dynasty, and there are many tourists who have left footprints in the past.

The three of them are currently on the outskirts of Lin Ancheng, and there are still more than 80 miles away from Wanghai Tower, and it is no problem to rush over overnight, but it is impossible to get off the horse and start fighting when they get to the place, so they still have to rest first.

The night terror hall has a fire picture next to the body, and there is no flesh injury that hurts the muscles and bones to recover very quickly, and now the scab has healed, but for the sake of insurance, it is still said:

"After a day of running, people can't stand the horses, so let's rest here for one night and then go over tomorrow morning."

Xuanji Zhenren sat on the big black horse, leaning on two soft and soft pillows, and holding a wine gourd in her hand, looking very idle, hearing this, she raised her eyes and looked at the eastern suburbs:

"Ning'er's hometown is in the suburbs of Donglin Villa, do you want to go and see it?"

Night Terror Hall knew that Ning Er's ancestral home was Lin'an, Jiangzhou, but he didn't know the exact location.

It's just that he went out in a hurry this time, and Ning Er was not in front of him, as a son-in-law, it was inevitably a little inappropriate for him to go to the grave alone, and it seemed even more inappropriate to go over with Shui Shui.

For this night, the night terror hall thought about it, and just said:

"Let's find a place to settle down first, when the affairs of Wanghailou are over, I will go back and pick up Ning'er to come over, and it will only take a day to go back and forth."

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe didn't say much, surrounded the demon girl who was about to die, turned the horse's head and went to Lin Ancheng, and straightened his chest halfway:

"Can you sit up straight? It's like a drunk......"

"Leaning on comfort."

"It's more comfortable to lean on the night terrors, why don't you go over?"

"How can his chest be soft~"

"Shut up......"

……

Night Terror Hall chuckled when he heard this, and after looking at Haikou in the distance for a few more times, he also turned his horse's head and followed behind with Bird.

Although Lin Ancheng is not the capital of Jiangzhou, it is second only to Jiangzhou City in scale, and the merchants on the street are like clouds, and the scholars and scholars who are polite and courteous are even more dizzying.

After walking around the street, I came to the North City Market and found an inn to live in.

After running around for a while, the three of them were inevitably a little tired, the night terror hall was unloading their bags outside, and Xuanji Zhenren went up to the second floor, originally going back to the house with Qinghe to rest, but when he walked to the door, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at Qinghe again:

"He He, you are doing a good job, do you want to help go to the city to find out the news?"

Fan Qinghe's heart was a little confused, and he also wanted to take the opportunity to go out for a walk and calm down, he wanted to agree, but he felt that something was wrong......

Fan Qinghe is not stupid, and she is not a girl who is obedient, seeing that the demon girl obviously wants to break her up and be a bad person, she frowned and said:

"You've relied on me all the way, and you're still tired? Why don't you go? ”

Xuanji Zhenren shrugged his shoulders slightly, turned around and walked out:

"It's okay for me to go, then you and Night Terror Hall have a good rest at the inn, I won't bother."

“……”

Fan Qinghe felt that this was a bit dangerous, so after a little consideration, he finally walked downstairs without saying a word.

Outside the inn.

Night Terror Hall was feeding the grass outside the stable, and the bird was standing next to the manger and tilting his head to look, and when he was busy working, he saw Fan Qinghe walking out of the door with his head stuffy, buckled his hat and walked down the street, his steps were quite heavy.

Seeing this, Night Terror Hall was slightly puzzled and asked:

"Miss Fan, where are you going?"

Fan Qinghe's footsteps paused slightly, and he didn't make eye contact with the Night Terror Hall:

"I'll go out to inquire about the news of Wanghailou, you just rest, I'll go first."

Night Terror looked at the sky, it was not dark, and it was obviously early to go back to the room to rest, so he stepped forward:

"Let's go together, I haven't been to Lin An either, I heard that this place is picturesque, and I just happened to walk around."

Together......

Fan Qinghe was obviously a little hesitant, but when she thought that the demon girl deliberately broke her apart and was waiting in the house for her husband to be lucky, this hesitation was suppressed again, and she pretended to be calm and walked in front of her:

"That's fine. There is not much difference between here and the lake east road in Beiliang, that is, it is warmer in winter, and if you want to say that the scenery is picturesque, it is the snow field, and the snow-capped mountains are particularly magnificent......

Night Terror Hall knew that the east of the lake was on the other side of Tianlang Lake, and he hadn't even been to Tianlang Lake, so he naturally didn't know what it looked like there, so he said:

"Really? Then I will definitely have to go there when I have time. ”

In Fan Qinghe's heart, he still hoped that the Night Terror Hall would often go back to the Xihai Tribes, and said with a smile:

"When the time comes, I'll show you the way, I've run all over Beiliang, and there are many interesting places. Don't you like women, there is also a Rouge Pavilion in Beiliang, which is full of evil demon girls, as long as you are willing to hand over your unique martial arts, it can make you happier than the gods......"

Night Terror Hall heard the one behind, and turned to look at Fan Qinghe:

"Is there still such a place in Beiliang?"

"Da Wei also has it, and the sect marries female apprentices to Jianghu rangers, isn't it a method of absorbing Jianghu martial arts with beauty, but it's not as direct as Beiliang...... Do you really want to go to Rouge Court? ”

"Just ask curiously, how can I be interested in that kind of place."

"It's not ......"

……

The two of them wandered along the street, and before they knew it, it was completely dark.

If you want to inquire about the news of the rivers and lakes, the best place is naturally on the rivers and lakes, and the gathering place of the people of the rivers and lakes in Lin'an City is in Tanglin Port on the outskirts of the city.

Tanglin Port is near Tanglin Villa, which used to be the property of the Luo family, and the scale is not small or small, and it can be regarded as a force in the rivers and lakes that has been passed down for several generations.

But Luo Ning's grandfather had no son, so he recruited a son-in-law to inherit the family property; In addition to Luo Ning, there is no male in the grandchildren, and when the owner and his wife pass away, Tanglin Villa will naturally fall apart and be divided into four or five small boat gangs, each of which manages the wharf.

And the original ancestral house of the Luo family, after Ning'er left her hometown, has also been sold, and she has long been unable to see the style of Tanglin Villa.

Night Terror Hall and Fan Qinghe walked and chatted, and soon came to the suburban wharf.

Because Long Zhengqing suddenly made a war letter in Wanghailou, there were a lot of people from all over Jiangzhou who rushed to hear the news, and before the people from other places arrived, there was already a trend of overcrowding on the wharf.

"Poor master, I remember that in the past, the rangers of the rivers and lakes fought in Wanghai Tower, and the government had to run to get people This time the wharf is so loud, how can the poor master still have the leisure to come here for recreation~......"

"What kind of hero is Long Zhengqing? I, a little cloaked headhunter, didn't look for death in the past, so I took a few days off from the yamen and came here to hide...... Don't you feel it? Why do you still have the leisure to talk nonsense? ”

"Huh? Oh, ah~...... Poor master is lighter......"

……

？

Night Terror Hall walked through the smoky old street of the wharf, listening to the messy news of the rivers and lakes, and when he heard the last conversation, he couldn't help but stumble slightly.

Fan Qinghe walked in front of him wearing a hat, and was also listening, but when he found the last intriguing hum, his face suddenly turned a little red, and he walked over quickly.

It was not easy for the night terror hall to talk about this joke with Miss Fan, but they walked together, and continued to determine the situation of Wanghailou from the chatter of the people in the rivers and lakes.

As a result, the two did not hear Long Zhengqing's whereabouts, but found a few people in the small tea shop on the street, chatting:

"The martial arts of the Night Great Yama King are probably higher than we thought. I just came back from the Xihai side, and I heard some gossip that last time the Great Yama King was in Huangming Mountain, he killed not a few guests from the White Owl Camp, but beat the King of Beiliang Zuoxian......"

"How is this possible, Zuo Xian Wang Li Kai is one of the four saints of Northern Liang, even if the two dynasties of the north and south are ranked last, he is also a real martial saint, the Night Terror Hall has this ability, and he can play so hard against Hua Ling?"

"What did I lie to you, I came back and went to Lie Pingyi City, I heard from the people over there, King Zuoxian has not shown up for nearly two months, inspecting the border army, meeting with the vassals or something, all handed over to the prince, I estimate that I was beaten, and it is inconvenient to show up in the palace to recuperate......"

……

When Night Terror Hall heard this, he couldn't help but pause, and his eyes were a little puzzled:

"King Zuo Xian's recovery is so slow?"

Fan Qinghe is a doctor, and he also knows Zuoxian Wang Li Kai, and feels that this news of the rivers and lakes is a bit problematic.

King Zuo Xian was attacked by Night Terror, Jiang Zahu, and Pingtian Sect Master that day, and was seriously injured, but he did not break his hands and feet.

King Zuo Xian is the commander of the left wing of the entire Northern Liang, governing the production area of Snow Lake Flowers, occupying most of the scarce medicinal materials produced by the various departments of the West Sea, and can also invite any famous doctor in the Northern Liang Dynasty.

It's been two months since now, even if it hurts the roots, King Zuo Xian should be able to come forward to stabilize the morale of the army now, and he has never shown up, and even ignores the rumors of the people who are 'seriously injured and bedridden', which is really strange.

Fan Qinghe frowned and thought about it, and felt that there must be a big article behind this matter, but he was too far away in Jiangzhou to investigate at all, so he could only guess:

"If King Zuo Xian pretends to be sick and secretly runs outside Yanzhou Pass, it will be troublesome to fight Yanzhou with King Youxian. Not long after the accident of King Yan, it is estimated that there is no will to fight, and as soon as Yanzhou is broken, the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry will go straight to Jiangzhou......"

Night Terror Hall felt that this matter was unlikely, after all, no matter how powerful King Zuo Xian was, he would be single-handed, and it would not make much difference to have one more King Zuo Xian outside Yanzhou Pass; If you take the army to the right wing of Beiliang to move, let alone two or three months, it is impossible to hide from the people of the world, and as soon as King Zuo Xian leaves, whether he fights or not, the northwest is an empty city, and the empress can win the immortal merit of opening up the territory and expanding the territory without much effort.

Although it is unlikely that King Zuo Xian will attack Great Wei by surprise, Night Terror Hall did not ignore this news of the rivers and lakes, and thought about it:

"After I go back, I will send a message to the imperial court, and ask them to carefully verify it to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Fan Qinghe couldn't figure out the movements of King Zuoxian, and he didn't talk much about these things, after walking around on the dock, he could be sure that after Long Zhengqing finished carving words in Wanghailou, he didn't know where to go, whether he had already run away, or was waiting for the night terror hall to come over in the dark, and he could figure it out when he got Wanghailou.

When the two of them heard that there were no other clues here, they turned back together, and the time was also at the beginning of the lanterns, and the road was dark and there were no lights, and the stars and moon were also obscured by the clouds, and they could almost only hear each other's footsteps.

Fan Qinghe was thinking about King Zuo Xian, walking and walking, when he suddenly found that his wrist was held and pulled to the side:

"Beware, there's water on the ground."

Fan Qinghe was so frightened that he shrank slightly, looked down at the black-lit loess road, and found that there was indeed some sewage on the ground, but he didn't say anything, pulled his wrist back, and walked around with his skirt:

"It's just a puddle, go back, huh...... I watched the wind with the birds in the first half of the night, you have a good rest, and we will change shifts in the second half of the night. ”

Seeing this, Night Terror Hall didn't say anything, just nodded, and followed Qing He, who was trotting down, and soon returned to the city.

Fan Qinghe really wanted to go back and see what the expression of the demon girl who was waiting for a time was now, but with the nature of the demon girl, it was impossible to say if she went back at this time and pressed her around, so after arriving near the inn, he called the birds and birds walking on the roof and ran to the restaurant not far away.

The inn opened two rooms, one room for two women in the Night Terror Hall, and the Night Terror Hall returned to the inn alone, and came to the door on the second floor, but found that the sound of breathing was on the other side, so he turned around and pushed the door open.

There was no light or fire in the room, only a faint smell of wine, through the hazy light on the street, he could see the white shadow lying on the bed, listening to the sound of breathing, he was asleep, but the martial arts were so strong, he obviously couldn't be ignorant when he entered the room.

Seeing that Shui Er didn't react to the trick of pretending to be asleep, he naturally didn't break it, closed the door lightly, came to sit down in front of him, and raised his hand......

Syllable~

The hand was patted lightly, and then a slightly cold voice sounded:

"Miss Fan who doesn't accompany you, why bother to be a teacher?"

Night Terror took his hand and lay down on his head:

"This is my room, just come back and sleep."

Cha~

The sound of the sword being flicked away by the fingers, and there was a murderous aura.

Night Terror was a little helpless in his eyes, and he directly reached out and hugged the light and soft Shui'er into his arms, took the saber over, put it on the head of the bed, and then turned his head and kissed it on the forehead.

Kiss~

Xuanji Zhenren's eyes were slightly cold, as if he wanted to clean up the portal, but after being cheeky for a moment, his eyes softened, and he closed his eyes and did not respond.

窸窸窣窣~

Night Terror pulled off his belt, and suddenly felt that this might be a little anxious, and thought about it and said in his ear:

"I just heard a joke on the street. A man and a woman were talking about things, and after chatting for a long time, he suddenly asked why the woman didn't respond......"

Xuanji Zhenren was originally learning Ning'er's appearance as an insulted fairy, and after listening to a few words, he opened his eyes for some reason:

"How could that not be the case?"

Night Terror gently stroked his back and said in a matter-of-fact manner:

"Endurance, it's the same as practicing martial arts to resist fighting, as long as the mind is tenacious and a stab is shot, you can do it without changing your face. But Fairy Lu definitely can't, she cries and cries when she touches it, and she doesn't resist beating at all. ”

Xuanji Zhenren didn't feel that such a big shot stabbed into her body, and her face that a woman could do not change, but seeing the ridiculous tone of the Night Terror Hall, she was still a little displeased, and snorted lightly:

"It's just that I didn't deliberately press it, this Dao has been cultivated for many years, as long as you don't want your heart lake to make waves, you use all kinds of means, and you don't want to make this Dao frown."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and lay flat in the appearance of an iceberg fairy.

Seeing this, Night Terror Hall was a little funny, and felt that the water was still unaware of the height of the sky, and he didn't talk too much nonsense, turned over, looked down at his cold cheeks, and ...... slightly.

"Woo~"

Xuanji's immovable expression immediately broke the gong, the willow eyebrows frowned and raised the snow-white neck, grabbed the shoulders of the night terror hall with both hands, and bit her lower lip tightly.

Night Terror Hall looked down to admire Shui Er's instantly crimson look, raised his hand and pinched his face:

"Is the head of the water so hearted?"

Xuanji Zhenren's eyes were cold when he heard this, but before he could stare at the night terror, he raised his neck again, held it for a few moments, and then patted his shoulder:

"I was wrong...... Xianggong ......"

Night Terror Hall nodded in satisfaction, then gentle, gently lifted his chin, and motioned for Shui'er to take the initiative to kiss him.

But Xuanji Zhenren is not so easy to convince of soft temperament, and after a little relief, he started again, and said in a cold voice:

"Night Terror, you wait for me...... Woo~ lighter ......"

A whisper sounded from the curtain, and at first it came and went, but in a moment, it became a one-sided plea for mercy......

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The outline has already been written, and I get up at five o'clock in the morning, and I think while writing, and I have written so much or2 so far

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