Li Ran held his chin with both hands and his eyes widened.

She suddenly discovered that this hateful little liar actually had times when he was not evil.

"As you wish." Wei Wuxian slowly pulled out the scimitar at his waist, a scimitar that could truly be called a deadly full moon knife.

Old man Li looked at the young girl who was holding his chin in front of him, looking at the young man, and the brocade-clothed young man holding a sword in front of the girl, and his eyes couldn't help but become in a trance.

When the green shirts and swords accompanied each other in the rivers and lakes, every time she was in danger, she was not in front of her every time, and she was not waiting for herself behind her stupidly every time.

However, he can block all the swords, guns and swords for her, but he can't stop the passage of time, birth, old age, sickness and death.

Now, traveling the rivers and lakes again, the peach blossoms are still blooming, but the human face is no longer there.

Old man Li put down his wine glass, and his face was already full of two lines of tears.

Li Ran turned his head to look at the old man Li who suddenly burst into tears, and said softly, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" ”

Old man Li blinked his eyes, wiped the tears from his face with his hand, and said softly: "Girl, it's okay, the wind is too strong at night, I miss your grandma." ”

After speaking, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the brocade-clothed young man who was about to sweep out of the building with the Qingshuang Sword.

shouted loudly: "Zhao boy, you give the old man another pot of the window before the moon, and the old man will make a sword for you." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Ye was stunned, turned his head, and couldn't understand what Old Man Li meant by this.

But the next moment, his eyes widened.

The Qingshuang Sword that was originally held in his hand suddenly trembled, like a long-term drought and nectar, and like a long-term long-thinking meeting an old man, he couldn't help but get out of his hand, making a buzzing sound, and the sound spread for hundreds of miles.

After the Qingshuang Sword broke free from his control, it pierced the night sky and soared straight into the sky.

The blue light illuminates the night sky, the frost and snow fall to the earth, and there is a sword, carrying the power of the brilliant sky, coming from the nine skies!

Lao Li Tou picked up the wine glass again, took a sip of wine, and muttered softly: "Jinhua, do you think of my sword?" ”

Jinhua is her name.

In Lao Li's mind, he still clearly remembers that when he first met Jiangshan that year, the woman who also had a pair of smart big eyes and a pair of good-looking dimples said to herself seriously.

"My name is Jinhua, and it is a poem from Mr. Yishan of the Academy: Jinse gratuitous fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian."

Wei Wuxian looked at the sword flying from the sky, his face was like ashes, and he said in shock: "A sword frost and cold nineteen states!" You're ......"

The poor owner of the first floor of the Bloody Clothes Building, the number one killer in the rivers and lakes, the Bloody Clothes Marquis Wei Wuxian didn't even have a chance to draw his sword, so he was directly pierced through the chest by a sword.

A bloody suit slowly collapsed in a pool of blood. Until the moment before he died, Wei Wuxian's mind was still filled with his ideal.

He wants to lead the Bloody Mansion to stand in the sun again, and killing this kid surnamed Zhao is just the first step for the Bloody Mansion to clear its name.

However, what he didn't expect was that he himself would die here, in an unknown inn.

The first step he took became his last.

The wind stops, the night is quiet, and everything is silent again. Zhao Ye took out the last two pots of "Moon in Front of the Window" from the carriage and walked back to the second floor of the inn.

Pour a bowl for himself and Old Man Li, moisten his throat, and slowly speak: "The last two pots, the rest will wait for the black armor elite riders of Jiangdu City to come and converge first." ”

Lao Li Tou smiled and said, "Since it's the last two pots, why don't you keep one pot?" The old man only asked you for a pot of wine. ”

Zhao Ye also laughed and said, "How can it?" The old gentleman has just made a sword in the world, let alone two pots of wine, even if the wine cellar of Chengnan Academy is emptied, I don't think it is enough. He paused and continued: "What's more, I wanted to keep a pot before, I wanted to leave it for the peerless person who knocked the white-clothed sword immortal Gu Changfeng down Gu Cheng, but now I don't think it's necessary." ”

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and bent down to bow to Old Man Li: "Zhao Ye thanked Old Sword Immortal Li for the grace of a sword. ”

Old Li Tou calmly took a sip of wine, calmly accepted this salute, he squinted his eyes and asked, "It's just a sword, and you think that I am that Li Qingyang?" ”

Zhao Ye sat back opposite Lao Li's head, patted the horse's fart diligently, and said: "If you don't recognize it, you can't do it, except for Li Qingyang, the sword immortal in Tsing Yi, who else in this world has made this domineering sword outside the sky." ”

"Me!" These words happened to fall on the ears of the girl who came back from cooking stomach porridge for the old man in the kitchen of the inn.

Li Ran put the two bowls of porridge on the table, patted his Qingshuang sword, and said firmly: "I can." ”

Seeing Zhao Ye's puzzled gaze, she added: "I can't now, but I will definitely be able to in the future." Zhao Ye thoughtfully took a step closer and whispered to Li Ran: "Why don't you think about exchanging your sword control power for turtle breath skills?" ”

"In this way, I can also have a flying sword outside the sky in the future, and maybe I can cooperate with you to combine two swords."

Li Ran directly rolled his eyes at him: "Don't change." ”

Zhao Ye was not discouraged and sat back in his seat.

Li Ran pushed the remaining bowl of porridge in front of him, and Zhao Ye was stunned and asked, "You don't eat it?" As a result, the girl gave a reason that made him cry and laugh: "Lose weight." ”

Zhao Ye was dumbfounded, and sure enough, he could only be a fairy if he didn't eat fireworks in the world.

Li Qingyang finished drinking the porridge, put the bowl back on the table, and asked curiously: "Zhao boy, it stands to reason that even if you can guess that I am Li Qingyang, how can you be sure that I must be another person who knocked the white-clothed old monster off Gu Cheng?" ”

Zhao Ye said with a smile: "This is simple, and the Sword Immortal will naturally have to be governed by the Sword Immortal." ”

Li Qingyang laughed loudly.

The girl who was just about to go to the kitchen to serve another bowl of porridge for Old Man Li heard this, turned her head away, and said with a shocked face: "Grandpa, it turns out that the bad old man you said loves to drink is actually yourself!" ”

Li Qingyang poured himself a bowl of wine and said with a wry smile: "I'm not just a bad old man who loves to drink now." ”

Li Ran pursed his lips and said proudly: "No, my grandfather is the world's first-class Great Sword Immortal!" ”