There are no tigers in the golden frost and air mountains, and there are dragons in the sword movement and starlight water.

At the entrance of Qingbo Street, there was silence.

I don't know when, the figures hurrying on the long street disappeared without a trace, as if they had been deliberately cleared.

The burly coachman stood on the wheel, holding his knife and saluting Anle.

The atmosphere was not solemn, but there was a bit of helplessness.

An Le carried rice wine and beef, and looked at the coachman with a knife in the starlit night, frowning slightly.

He looked at the chariot behind the coachman: "Luo Qingchen wants to kill me?" Can someone else be in the car? ”

The burly coachman Zhushan raised his head, his face full of bitterness: "Don't worry, Mr. An is not in the car." ”

"This time, Mr. doesn't know."

The burly coachman himself was reluctant to make a move against An Le, he knew that An Le was now holding a small holy order, and he had the protection of the Lin Mansion Jade Guanyin, which was not something he could move at all.

But...... He didn't have a choice.

Qin Shaogongzi found him and asked him to kill An Le, if he could kill An Le, Luo Qingchen, who was now heartless, could leave Lin'an Mansion safely and return to Qingzhou.

Because Luo Qingchen rejected Qin Qianqiu's request, with Qin Qianqiu's domineering nature, he would definitely not let Luo Qingchen leave Lin'an easily, and he couldn't even leave Lin'an.

The coachman Zhushan followed Luo Qingchen all the way out of Qingzhou, watched his building rise, and accompanied him to collapse, which can be said to be in Lin'an, and Luo Qingchen is the closest.

What's more, Luo Qingchen has the grace to save his life when he casts a mountain.

Zhushan knew how painful Luo Qingchen was, and now Mr. finally made the decision to return to Qingzhou, but he couldn't leave because of the young man's affairs.

Because of this, Zhushan promised Qin Qianqiu to fight for Anle.

"Only when Gongzi An dies, can Mr. live." Zhushan looked at An Le, and guilt gradually appeared on his face.

"Mr. Xingxu's heart will also wash away some of the dust caused by the son, and most importantly, Mr. can leave Lin'an, return to Qingzhou, and return to the place where the dream began."

Therefore, this is the reason why the coachman casts the mountain and carries a knife at night.

The burly coachman cast the mountain, looking at the young man in white under the stars, and his eyes under the hat showed a touch of shame.

"Gongzi An, how offended."

"Mr. Zhushan wishes that he can return to Qingzhou, so he can only ask Gongzi An to go on the road."

Cast the mountain and raise the knife, and salute again.

Then he jumped down from the wheel, his feet were like piercing the earth, and the majestic qi and blood were surging under the epiderma, like a stormy wave, blowing up the eardrums!

Under the starlight, An Le suddenly heard the words, looking at the coachman with a guilty face, but still holding a knife and bursting with blood, his eyes were not too touched.

"I admire your loyalty and courage, but I will not let it go."

"In addition, if you come to kill me, have you asked Luo Qingchen's wishes, if you die, he may really be alone in this Lin'an Mansion."

"Even Luo Qingchen will come to kill me for your revenge, and at that time, he may be killed by the stronger person who protects me, and fulfill the will of the person who instructed you to kill me."

An Le said softly.

The sound was like a flood of bells, and the chauffeur who shook the mountain was a little dazed for a while.

Mr...... Will you avenge him for his death?

An Le didn't say anything more, slowly put down the beef wrapped in old rice wine and oil paper, and placed it neatly on the side of the road.

Then he got up, looked at the burly coachman who was holding a ghost-headed broad-faced broadsword, and his face was slightly dazed, and took off the ink pool on his waist, the ink pool was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword touched the ground.

An Le calmly looked at the burly coachman Zhushan, waiting for his choice.

In fact, An Le guessed who was the person who forced Zhushan to kill him, except for Qin Qianqiu, there was no one else, the front foot invited, he refused, and the back foot immediately arranged for Zhushan to kill him.

In the eyes of many people, his backer for peace and happiness is Lin Mansion and Mrs. Hua, but in Qin Qianqiu's eyes, such a backer is useless, and it can even increase his determination to kill.

If it weren't for the small holy order and the rules of the holy mountain, Qin Qianqiu might dare to directly send the cultivators of the Five Realms to attack and kill, taking advantage of the fact that Madame Hua was not in Lin'an.

An Le let out a breath, facing the Qin Mansion, facing Qin Qianqiu, a noble who regarded his life as a mustard, An Le had a fire burning in his heart.

A gentleman repays virtue with virtue and complains directly.

The grace of a drop of water can be reciprocated, but the calculation of today's intrigue is also remembered in his heart, and he should repay it twice as much.

An Le has never been a saint, grace is grace, hatred is hatred, and the distinction is clearer.

Distance.

The burly coachman's face kept changing, and finally he gritted his teeth.

The face under the hat was raised, the guilt became more and more intense, and the qi and blood on the body, like summer rain, became more and more majestic.

Apparently, he has already made his decision.

……

……

The carriage was parked quietly a mile from Jingjiekou.

Qin Qianqiu and Wang Qinhe, who was in a blue shirt, got out of the chariot together, stood on the wheel, bathed in the glory of the stars, and looked at a battle that was about to break out in the distance.

"That's Luo Qingchen's coachman, right? Brother Qin is good at killing two birds with one stone. ”

Wang Qinhe carried the dragon's spine knife on his waist and said with a smile.

"Let this coachman kill An Le, if it is the best to kill, if it can't be killed, and it is killed by An Le, then Luo Qingchen will definitely take revenge for it, with Luo Qingchen's strength, if he attacks and kills to take revenge, An Le will die, and Hua Jiebing will also kill Luo Qingchen."

"Luo Qingchen has refused your order, and you plan to completely treat him as an outcast."

"Tsk, smart."

Qin Qianqiu chuckled and shook his head: "It's not killing two birds with one stone, but killing three birds with one stone, doesn't this also remove a threat for Brother Wang, and let Brother Wang remember his personal favor?" ”

"The Holy Mountain has rules, no force is allowed to send cultivators beyond the second realm of the holder of the Little Holy Decree to attack and kill, and within the first realm, in the eyes of the Holy Mountain, it is all tempering."

"This coachman is just right, and I am sure that this coachman will do everything in his might, even to the point of burning his blood, to kill Anle."

Qin Qianqiu played with the wine cup in his hand and said lightly.

"Because, he is a very qualified servant."

……

……

The night makes a fire, and the geese call frost in the cold weather.

Outside Lin'an House.

The twilight clouds rise and fall.

Under the cold moonlight, a burly figure was suspended in the sky, hunting in clothes, carrying a machete, and his strong qi and blood seemed to cause the color of the heavens and the earth to change.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, like he was stopping someone.

A strong man who surpassed the Five Realms, for Qin Qianqiu's life, hindered the flower from defrosting for a moment.

The man didn't know what Qin Qianqiu was going to do, but he only needed him to stop him.

Suddenly, the black-clothed figure slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes contained his heart, as if illuminating the stars, looking into the distance.

In the distance, a figure approached.

Not one figure, but two.

A person is graceful, the posture is beautiful, dressed in splendid neon clothes, pacing in the night sky, there seems to be a Buddha light shining on the body, the sword is born Guanyin, it is the jade Guanyin of the forest mansion, the flower is ice.

What made the man's eyes shrink was the man in the Confucian shirt and sword on Hua Jiebing's side.

The man just looked at it, and the man in black felt infinite sword qi, like the vast sky and sea overturning, as if piercing the starry sky, allowing the stars to vent.

"Wooan Lee, will ...... Checkmate! ”

The man in black was shocked.

Mrs. Hua walked in the dark clouds in the twilight, bathed in the moonlight and stars, and the sword qi behind her gave birth to a statue of Guanyin, with kind eyebrows and cold.

"Qin Qianqiu specially sent you to stop me? It seems that he sincerely wants to do something to An Le, and once the ordinary young man shines, he will arouse jealousy and killing, just because he is close to my Lin Mansion......"

Hua Xie Bing sighed.

However, Hua Jiebing is really not worried about Anle's safety.

After all, An Le has the protection of the legendary old imperial uncle, unless Qin Qianqiu kills An Le at any cost, otherwise, An Le will live and die without worry.

Above the sea of clouds.

The man in the Confucian shirt wore a sword at his waist, and looked at the black-clothed cultivator who wanted to stop the flower from breaking the ice.

The terrifying pressure made the black-clothed cultivator sweat on his forehead.

"I remember you, just transferred back to Kyoto from the Canglang River battlefield, and when you returned to Lin'an, you were blinded by the prosperity of Lin'an? Others help to do unscrupulous things for their own selfish interests, and you come back to Lin'an to do such filthy things? ”

The faint voice, like a sharp sword, pierced into the heart of the man in black.

"Go and report to the military department yourself, transfer back to the front line to kill the enemy, don't let me see you in Lin'an."

Hua Jiebing and Li Youan swept past the man in black.

No killing, no attacking.

But the fluttering words made the back of the man in black soaked with sweat.

looked at the back of Li Youan and Hua Xie Bing leaving.

The man in black clenched his fists and shook deeply.

"The last will obey."

……

……

Zhushan held the broad-faced broadsword, and since he had made a decision, he would not regret it, even if he knew who was behind all this.

But he still has to gamble, in order for Mr. to return to Qingzhou.

The burly coachman walked step by step, and the qi and blood of the Inner Dan Realm on his body were like a torrent of catharsis.

One step down, the bluestone of the long street seemed to shake.

Subsequently, the cast mountain began to run and accelerate, faster and faster, on the broad-faced long knife, there was a blood-colored smudge, and the majestic momentum was like a mountain rain coming!

He is extremely dignified, and as soon as he makes a move, he goes all out, although his martial arts cultivation is a great realm of Gao Anle, he does not dare to underestimate it!

Charging quickly, the target was the white-clothed young man standing in place, holding an inky sword.

His eyes are staring, like a giant bear staring at his prey!

An Le bathed in the starlight, his face was as usual, and the night breeze blew, blowing the white clothes.

A gust of wind blew.

The pupils of the running cast mountain shrank.

But I saw the inkwell in An Le's hand......

Gone!