The small building near the lake under the shade of the bamboo wall is quiet and dark, the middle-aged tea master is a stone chair carved from Kunhu stone, in front of him is a tea table carved from Kunhu stone, there is an ebony tea case on the table, there is a warm and clean teapot and teacup on the table, next to the table is a small charcoal stove, the water pot on the stove oozes a faint hot mist, and it has not yet boiled.

On such a hot summer night, the middle-aged tea master seemed to not feel the heat brought by the small charcoal stove, and he was dressed in a single coat, calm as a hospitable host waiting for his return on a snowy night...... He is Yan Suqing.

Ning Que was very sure of this, and the sense of vigilance that had arisen outside the small building near the lake had finally been confirmed at this moment, because the other party had sensed that he was coming in advance, and he had already sensed his intention.

After a moment of silence, he looked at the tea master among them and asked, "Then be more direct...... I want to know, the case of General Xuanwei's Mansion being beheaded and the case of the massacre of Yanshan Mountain Village have something to do with you?"

Yan Suqing frowned slightly, she didn't expect that the boy who came to kill her tonight was actually because of those two things many years ago. He thought that no one in this world still remembered those old things, and after a little silence, he smiled and said: "Naturally, it has something to do with me, otherwise how could I, an officer with a promising future in the military department, become a tea master who cares for the homes of tea sellers?"

"I'm probably not the first person you're looking for. He looked at Ning Que and asked, "How are the other people doing now?" I haven't seen them in years, so I don't know what they're doing now." ”

Ning Que silently observed the small building near the lake and the surrounding movements, looked at this noble residence, and replied: "They are not doing very well, at least not as good as you, and they can still live in such a good place." ”

Yan Suqing laughed out loud, shook his head and said with emotion: "I know why they can't mix up, can I still live well? Because I am still of some use to the empire." ”

The clothes on his body, the water on the small charcoal stove that has not boiled for a long time, and the teacup without tea in his left hand all show that this tea master has just woken up, and he should have just noticed that Ning Que was close to the lakeside Xiaozhu, so he got up, not in advance of the ambush situation.

Just a tea master who looked thin and weak, and who was fighting with the spring water of the tea set all day long, why did he not exhale or run away when he knew that someone was coming to kill him, but was so calm.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Que thought of many possibilities, even the most unlikely ones. An unprecedented solemn look gradually appeared between the young eyebrows outside the mask, and he looked at the other party and asked, "Why don't you run away?"

"Why run away?"

Yan Suqing looked at the young man with a smile and said, "Since I am awake, how can you kill me?"

After saying this, he flicked his sleeve lightly, and there was a small faint sword without a handle on the stone table.

Ning Que's brows furrowed, his body became stiff, and he knew that he had encountered the most unlikely possibility: this emaciated and powerless tea master...... It's actually a cultivator!

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with the old man Zeng Jing of Lu Qingchen during the trip, the conversation about the sword masters of Chang'an City who were more dogs and the teachers who were walking all over the ground.

There was no information in Zhuoer's information, and Sang Sang didn't notice it, no one could have imagined that the former clerical appraiser of the military department, and now the tea master who is supported by the tea merchant, is actually a practitioner of Jing swordsmanship!

Ning Que's frowning eyebrows slowly stretched, he looked at Yan Suqing in the chair, looked at the handleless small sword in front of the thin middle-aged man, and said with a gentle smile: "Since you don't escape, then I'll escape." ”

As soon as the words fell, he turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the outside of the small building near the lake like a galloping horse.

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Yan Suqing looked at the young man's back who was about to disappear by the bamboo wall with great interest, shook his head with a chuckle and sighed: "Since you came to kill a cultivator, can you still retreat when you come?"

Gentle but containing strong confidence and murderous intent slowly came out of the thin middle-aged man's lips, and at the same time, he put down the crude teacup he was holding in his left hand, rolled the cuff on his left arm with his right hand, and made a sword trick with the index finger of his left hand and made a sword trick diagonally towards the empty point outside the small building near the lake, and his movements were extremely chic and casual.

With a diagonal finger, the faint and dull handleless small sword on the stone table tea case suddenly hummed in a low voice, as if it was poured with some kind of magical energy, bounced off the table suddenly, and then turned into a dark light trail, tearing the darkest night before dawn in the small building near the lake.

Ning Que felt a needle-like pain in his back, but he couldn't see any panic in his eyebrows and eyes exposed outside the mask, only calm and calm, and he was about to rush out of the bamboo sea, but unexpectedly stepped on the ground with his left foot, and the whole body turned over, and then his right foot stepped on the thick Nanzhu like lightning.

Wow!Wow!Wow!

The sturdy soles quickly stepped on the bamboo, and the bamboo tree shook, and countless bamboo leaves fell like broken feather arrows. He stepped on the bamboo tree and climbed to the courtyard wall in an instant, narrowly avoiding the sword light that attacked in the courtyard, and then his knees shook slightly, and he quickly swept towards the courtyard with the help of the bamboo tree vibration.

With a bang, the sword-like body had just swept past the city wall, and the sharp Pu knife had already come out of the sheath and cracked in his hand.

From the moment he knew that this tea master was a cultivator, he knew that he would inevitably face the great terrifying test of life and death again tonight, and he knew that his current strength was not enough to fight against a strong person in the cultivation world, but he still didn't think about retreating, because he knew that in the face of a cultivator, retreating meant death.

At the Beishan Pass, he had seen how the most sharp guards of the Tang Dynasty fought with an iron-blooded will and discipline against a great sword master, and outside the Un Feng Pavilion, he had seen how Zhao Xiaoshu had slashed two strong cultivators from foreign countries with his own superb strength and strong control, and he had learned some lessons from them, that is, he could only advance and not retreat in the face of cultivators, and this experience might allow him to escape from death.

So at the beginning, his retreat was not a retreat.

It's about retreating.

And then kill.

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A crisp sound from Ding!

Ning Que condensed and swung his sword, slashing the gray sword light that escaped after flying himself, and his body fell from mid-air.

On the first day of the new year, a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared at the knife edge. There was a very slight tear on the top of his tattered cloth robe, but his eyebrows and eyes outside the mask were still not afraid, his legs were stuck to the ground like two nails, his hands were tightly gripping the long handle of the Pu knife, and he lowered his head slightly and vigilantly observed the movements in the night.

Suddenly, the long knife in his hand flipped over, and at the cost of a bloody mark on his left shoulder, he avoided the sword light that came from the night on the right, and at the same time, a subtle vibration came from his hand, confirming that his blade had at least touched the flying sword.

Ning Que still lowered his head slightly, quietly staring at Yan Suqing in the chair not far away, listening carefully to the slight humming sound that sounded from time to time in the night around the small building near the lake, trying to judge the direction of the flying sword.

He took a step forward.

Outside the courtyard, a falling bamboo leaf was torn in half by an invisible force.

He fell backwards like a mountain, the shadow of the gray sword grazing against his shoulder.

He slammed his right hand on the ground, his waist and abdomen tightened, and the mountain stood up again, his feet lightning staggered, and the gray sword shadow sneered into the crack in the stone slab in front of his feet, and then quickly buzzed and flew again, and disappeared without a trace.

He was standing three steps back from before.

The small oil lamp on the right side of the tea table glowed with a faint light, and Yan Suqing sat in the stone chair for a long time, smiling rather than smiling.

The two of them were only a few steps apart, but even the night of these few steps was so insurmountable.

For no one knows where the shadow of the gray sword is in the night.

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Holding the handle of the long knife with both hands tight, his feet firmly stepping on the stone slab, not stepping on the gaps, not stepping on the protrusions, ensuring that he could borrow all the power of the earth at any time, Ning Que stared at the tea master in the chair motionless like a statue, there was no fear in his eyes, only calm and focused.

It was the first time in his life that he had fought a cultivator alone, and he knew that he didn't have much of a chance, and he knew that he was very likely to die tonight, so of course he was afraid.

But having been tortured by life and death too many times, Ning Que knows very well that at this time, fear is the most useless emotion, and he can only turn fear and tension into excitement to be able to turn the word victory around.

The flying sword buzzed, the lightning stabbed, he swung the knife and slashed, even if he slashed the air, he would also avoid the vital parts at the last moment with the combat instinct and extremely strong body, body control and control ability honed on the battlefield.

The sword was like flying like snow, and his body was cut by the shadow of the sword in countless dense cuts, and blood penetrated his underwear and oozing out of his shabby outer robe, and began to dripping on the surface of his body, like a bloody man.

But Ning Que still held the Pu knife with both hands, his feet were stuck on the stone slab like nails, Yan Zhan Ng stared at the strong man in the chair without any expression, no panic, no fear, not even the madness and enthusiasm that he should have when he was desperate.

"The soldiers who came back from the side?"

Yan Suqing gradually restrained his smile, looked at the bloody young man not far in front of him, and said calmly: "Fourteen consecutive swords failed to directly stab you to death, only leaving you with some small wounds, only the soldiers of the border have this kind of physical instinct." But I must warn you that even if the wound is small and the bleeding is slow, if it flows for a long time, it will die. ”

"I understand, so I'll try to find a chance to cut off your head before the blood runs dry. Ning replied.

"You won't have that chance. Yan Suqing looked at Ning Que sympathetically and shook his head

At this time, the water on the small charcoal stove finally began to boil, and a hot white mist erupted from the spout.

The tea master lifts the teapot on the stove with his left hand and pours it into the crude teacup. He looked at the tea leaves that were constantly floating and sinking by the boiling water, bowed his head and said, "I'm going to start drinking tea, so I won't play with you." ”

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