It's a very eerie feeling.

The glance of the man who was called Bu Jinghong seemed to have performed a fixed body method.

But this is obviously impossible.

The only reason is his name!

And the way he looks!

The eyes of the six masters of the Eight Pole Gate were not on the back of Ximen Fuhua at this moment.

They all looked at the man in the pavilion in the southeast corner.

Not just the six of them, but eight people under the pavilion in another corner.

They seem to be frozen by that name at the moment.

Someone had chopsticks in his hand holding the food, but stopped in the air.

Someone has a bowl of wine in his hand, and the bowl has been brought to his mouth, and even when his mouth is open, the bowl is tilted, and the wine has spilled out and has not been drunk in his mouth.

Even Qin Rigang and his wife looked at the pavilion in extreme shock at this moment.

Li Chen'an's gaze also looked at the pavilion.

In the light of the lantern, a man about thirty years old was slowly putting the hat in his hand on his head.

What Li Chenan saw was an angular face.

That face looked extremely resolute, but the eyes on that face were extremely soft.

Or maybe it's not soft, it's slouchy.

This lazy look is somewhat similar to Xiao Baozi.

When the hat was completely on his head, his face was hidden under the brim of the hat.

He seemed to glance at the girl named Simon Blowing Flowers, and he picked up the flask on the table and poured a glass of wine.

He picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

It seems reluctant.

It seems that I have never drunk good wine, and this is a very ordinary drunken hall with a tasting style.

Simon Fukika took a deep breath, his chest heaving.

Her eyes were still on Bu Jinghong's body.

Still unconcerned about the six weapons that were about to kill her, she walked towards the gazebo.

The six masters of the Eight Poles Gate still did not make the final blow.

Three breaths.

They all put away their weapons.

But they didn't retreat.

They also looked at the man in the gazebo, with an extremely serious expression, or they were undecided.

"You...... Why bother looking for me? ”

These words came out of the mouth of Bu Jinghong.

The voice was soft, but it revealed a hint of helplessness.

He took a slice of beef and put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, his eyes did not fall on Simon Fukihua's face, but he was still talking:

"I'm a prodigal son."

"The prodigal son has only a sword, no home."

"The home of the prodigal son is at the end of the earth."

"I can't give you a home...... Because I'm always on the road, I'll never stop because of a woman in my life. ”

"Martial arts is my way."

"The road is facing the sky, let's go to the other side, okay?"

When he finished saying this, Simon Fukika happened to walk up to the gazebo and stood in front of him.

She stopped.

Suddenly, he smiled.

The taste in this smile is a little bitter and a little unwilling:

"I never cared if you stayed for me."

"I never thought that you could stop and build a nest and a home for me."

"Since your home is at the end of the world, I will accompany you to the end of the world in my life, okay?"

Bu Jinghong groaned and shook his head: "Not good! ”

Ximen Fuhua frowned slightly: "What's wrong?" ”

"Because I'm going to Ningguo."

"I'll accompany you to Ningguo!"

"I'm going to Guangling City in Ningguo, and I'm going to break into the Peach Blossom Island related to the Hidden Gate!"

Ximen Fuhua was taken aback, but he still said stubbornly: "I will accompany you too!" ”

Bu Jinghong picked up the wine glass and took a small sip, and sighed leisurely: "You are by my side, it will affect the speed at which I draw my sword." ”

Simon Blowing Flower pouted, "But if you drink, it will affect your speed of drawing your sword even more!" ”

Bu Jinghong looked at the small wine glass in his hand, "So I only drink a little bit, and I will drink a little tonight, and I will never take a sip of wine in the future." ”

"Why is that?"

"Because ......"

Bu Jinghong raised his head.

Li Chenan saw his angular face again, as well as a gleam from his originally soft eyes.

Someone else went into the patio.

Three people!

The two on the left and right were dressed in black brocade clothes and carried a pitch-black scimitar at their waists.

Their hands are on the hilt of the knife at the moment.

But Bu Jinghong's eyes were not looking at these two people, but the one in the middle.

It was a white-haired old man in a loose robe.

This old man is very rich.

He had a chubby face with a flushed face.

But there is no beard.

Not a single one.

He also looked at Bu Jinghong in the gazebo, and with a smile on his face, he walked towards Bu Jinghong.

Just when he was still three zhang away from Bu Jinghong, the eight masters of the Quartet in another pavilion stood up.

Took up their weapons.

Came behind the old man.

The other six masters of the Eight Extremes Gate seemed to have a backbone at this moment, and they also followed behind the old man.

Simon Fuhua turned his head to look at it, and was suddenly startled-

"Grandpa Wei?!"

The old man laughed, "It's the miscellaneous family." ”

"Miss Ximen should know that Bu Jinghong is a prisoner of the imperial court, and he has done such a great thing in Kyoto, and the emperor has personally issued a decree and ordered the miscellaneous family to come and get him."

"The Sword Washing Building shouldn't be involved...... Miss Simon, you should stand farther away. ”

"In addition, it is true that Bu Jinghong is a prodigal son, but he intends to go to Ningguo to find that Peach Blossom Island...... It's just because Wu has no other place to stand, and he intends to take refuge in Peach Blossom Island. ”

Simon Fukika seems to be in a dilemma.

Just when she hesitated, Bu Jinghong had already stood up, had taken a step, and had crossed the West Gate Blowing Flower, only two zhang away from Grandpa Wei.

"It has nothing to do with her."

"It has nothing to do with the Sword Washing Building."

"But does Grandpa Wei know why I'm here?"

That Father-in-law Wei looked at Bu Jinghong, "Could it be that you know that the miscellaneous family is coming, and you deliberately wait for the miscellaneous family here?" ”

"You're right!"

Bu Jinghong nodded, and said: "You are a half-step great grandmaster, and I am also a realm of lower-level skills, it sounds much worse than you, but in Dongxu City, the Wu'an Hou Che Jue who was killed by my Bu Jinghong ...... He is also a half-step Grand Master! ”

Father-in-law Wei's sparse eyebrows raised slightly, "Yes!" You're really amazing. ”

"It's so powerful that even Chu Tianji Chu Da Worship thinks that you may have seen the door of the Great Grandmaster earlier than the Xia Hua girl of Tianyin Pavilion."

"Chu Da worships you very much, but you killed Wu'an Hou Chejue!"

"Wu Anhou, a great person! Can you, a prodigal son, kill you? ”

"No one can save you!"

"After Chu Da Worship heard about this, he only poured a bowl of wine."

"I didn't drink it, I spilled it on the ground."

"Mourn for you, and of course feel sorry for you."

"In order to kill you, the miscellaneous family didn't come alone, don't say these people behind you, these two are the black-clothed envoys of the cardinal room, they are both mid-level skills in the first realm, do you think you can still live?"

"If you really ran away to Ningguo...... It's tricky to get your head, but you didn't run. ”

"People who are conceited often live short."

"I told you so much so that you would die to understand."

"It's not too early, you can hit the road!"

Father-in-law Wei waved suddenly.

At the moment when he beckoned, the two black-clothed envoys on his left and right "Qiang!" He drew his knife with a thud.

Machete!

The knife is out of the sheath, and the light of the knife has arrived.

Like two full moons.

Cold moonlight.

Cold as frost.

Like the cold killing intent coming from the Netherworld, it instantly enveloped the step!