"What are you talking about, sister?" Huang Ying looked at Mo Mei suspiciously, and said puzzledly, "He is a cultivator, and his cultivation is not low. His eyes were full of the power of destruction, and I saw sadness, forbearance, and compassion before killing. Mo Mei said softly, although his voice was soft, there was a heavy meaning, which made Chen Yunsheng feel solemn.

"Who are you? Able to see through my Earth Gathering Technique, I'm afraid you're not an ordinary woman. Chen Yunsheng asked consciously. After so many years of life and death, he became more sensitive, and only in this way could he not lose his life, after all, there are too many things in the world that can kill a monk, no matter what level of his cultivation has reached.

"Hmph. I'm just an ordinary servant in the Louvre, and as far as I know, there are no less than ten people here who can see through you. When we women deal with men, we naturally have to see who they really are. As for whether I am a cultivator and I am working in the Louvre, these two things are not contradictory in themselves. ”

As she spoke, the woman gently placed the paintbrush in her hand on the inkstone. Leaning down, he exhaled like a blue-eyed blow on the ink on the rice paper that had not completely dried. The moment she leaned over, the black veil on her chest hung down gently, and the two snow-white nephrite clouds exposed more parts, and there was a faint trace of light powder, which was dizzying and imaginative.

Chen Yunsheng pondered for a while, and said silently: "Originally, I wanted to get the news in a way that seemed to be good for everyone. But you're too smart for me to continue pretending. In that case, let's talk openly and honestly, and I want to know about the current guests of the Dao Orb. This is not a consultation, but an order, and you must tell me. ”

Chen Yunsheng didn't move, but Ling Hanyu had already moved to the corner of the wall, this direction was easier for him to use his sword, it was fatal with one blow, and it was easier to block the exit of the room.

Mo Mei frowned slightly, like distant mountains, and gently picked up the rice paper on the table, hanging it on a felt mat that had been prepared long ago on the wall. The fluff on the felt cushion is very long, which can absorb the rice paper very well.

She gently stroked the surface of the rice paper with her ten fingers, and the picture was firmly attached to the felt mat. The woman shook her head and flashed to the side. Chen Yunsheng couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the pattern on the painting, it turned out to be a unicorn splashed with ink.

The unicorn painting is quite freehand, but it is very magical, and there is a trace of killing in his eyes, which makes people shudder.

"In the Louvre, I haven't heard of a monk who dares to do anything, unless he doesn't want to live. Mo Mei said disdainfully.

"You can give it a try. Chen Yunsheng said quietly.

The four of them were scorching in the room, so quiet that they could hear a needle dropping. The four ways of reezing show that the exercises practiced by the four people are not the same, and Chen Yunsheng is long and long. The fine and rhythmic of the yellow warbler. Ling Hanyu was long and short, which was very weird. And the strangest thing is the ink eyebrow, barely any breathing, quiet as a corpse.

"Are you a threat?" said Mo Mei with a sudden sigh of relief.

"You can think of it this way. Chen Yunsheng replied, he didn't know why, he felt that the woman's hostility was gone.

"Baozhu's good friend is the nobleman of Sitian Pavilion, called Pixiu, if I guessed correctly, they are now talking around the fireplace in the Chūn Xiangnuan Pavilion, Chen Gongzi, are you interested in the matter of the three of you and want to join?" Mo Mei changed one item to be reserved, and actually teased Chen Yunsheng.

Although the words were full of teasing, it shocked Chen Yunsheng, and the two things that happened today made him feel more and more surprised. If it is forgivable for Hongluan to know her identity, then how did this woman who never knew her know her surname.

He looked at the portrait of the unicorn carefully, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Mei, and muttered: "I haven't told anyone about this unicorn, are you a person with black bones?"

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"Who is the black bone, I don't know. If you want to kill someone, just go, don't bother the two of us. Mo Mei said hurriedly.

"Sister Mo Mei, they are actually going to kill people. It's horrible. Huang Ying's face showed a frightened look.

"Little girl, don't make a sound, they only kill those who should be killed, and it has nothing to do with us. Mo Mei calmly comforted.

When Chen Yunsheng saw this situation, the doubts in his heart were even stronger, and he felt like a chess piece, opening and closing on the chessboard, but there was a huge net behind him, and he couldn't get out of that net with every step, or he pushed the net in one direction with every step.

But he didn't have time to think about it that much, the most important thing now was not to peel back the cocoon, but to kill that damn Pixiu. The two of them came out of the Osmanthus Warm Pavilion and went straight to the stairs, although they didn't know how many floors the Chūn Warm Pavilion was on, but it must be on the top.

The staircase was very spacious, and some drunken passers-by hurriedly passed by Chen Yunsheng along the way, and went up three floors, and finally found the entrance to the warm pavilion at a corner.

When he came to the door, Chen Yunsheng released Yuan Magnetism and Divine Sense, and the scene inside the gate was accurately displayed in his mind. A woman sits on top of a man and is doing something merry.

Chen Yunsheng silently took three steps back, and suddenly flew out with a kick, and the huge force directly knocked over the door, and his figure flickered, and he resolutely rushed into the room. The yuan in the left hand was magnetized into a large hand to shake the woman away, and the five fingers of the right hand flashed like countless blades, cutting a mahogany bed.

The man on the bed jumped naked behind the bed and barely dodged the blow. Between life and death, he became a lot more agile, he didn't have time to dress and cover his body, and he didn't have time to cast spells.

A bleak light swirled around Chen Yunsheng.

This is not a common flying sword in Si Tian Pavilion, and the monks of Si Tian Pavilion who have cultivated to the Jindan stage have the right to obtain a magic weapon that is different from the standard equipment. Pixiu's natal object is a handleless short sword, although it is not a good product, it is not bad in the Sitian Pavilion.

Chen Yunsheng's golden spirit silk was quickly wound around the flying sword, and at first the flying sword could still cut one or two golden spirit silks, but then it was wrapped into zongzi, struggling desperately in the sky, like a fish out of water, basically losing its combat effectiveness.

Pixiu felt that his flying sword did not obey the call, and couldn't help but be shocked, seeing that the other party was guarding the gate, he hurriedly slammed his fat body into the back wall, only to hear a loud noise, and one wall was actually knocked down by him.

It must be explained that although the cultivator's cultivation and the means of killing are interdependent, there is no direct relationship. And there is such a kind of person in Si Tiange, although he is keen to improve his cultivation, he doesn't like to think about how to kill people.

These people are generally hidden behind the huge organization of the Si Tian Pavilion, relying on their own connections and brains to do some clerical work away from fighting. For them, the purpose of improving their cultivation is to live longer, and practicing killing methods is just a waste of time, and it is not beneficial to themselves.

Whoever they want to kill, they only need to crook their mouths and use their pens, and naturally there are huge institutions to serve them. Apparently Pixiu is such a person, he has nothing but the symbolic natal flying sword. Although there are still a few magic weapons and talismans with good defensive effects on his body, the terrible thing is that he took off all the rings he carried with him and put them at the head of the bed when he was free just now.

Without time to care about the sharp pain in his shoulder, Pixiu jumped out of the hole in the collapsed wall, and Chen Yunsheng followed with a light and shadow. Ling Hanyu kicked the Naxu Ring that Pixiu had placed on the table in his arms and followed.

Baozhu's back was against the wall, and she felt a chill, and she was dumbfounded as she looked at the mess that filled the room. Everything was born so suddenly, in a matter of breaths, that she even suspected it was a dream.

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It was raining outside, and the rain in the twilight chūn was still a little cool at night. The magic weapon of the flying sword was snatched, and he could not escape the five elements, so Pixiu could only run forward along a muddy back street. The mud kept slapping on his calves, thighs, and buttocks, like pigs frolicking in the mud.

But who can associate a dignified Jindan monk with a filthy pig? Chen Yunsheng moved against the wind, and in two breaths, he came to Pixiu, and countless golden threads gathered in front of him, forming a huge awl, the tip of which was extremely sharp, and it was close to Pixiu's nose.

Brother Jindan gave up resistance, knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing, and begged for mercy: "This is a misunderstanding. Definitely a misunderstanding. I am the head of Si Tiange, if you let me go, the spirit stone and treasure will definitely be offered. Don't you just want spirit stones? I have them, and they're all at home, as long as you don't kill me. ”

Chen Yunsheng glanced at him with pity. Receiving some encouragement from the other party's eyes, Pixiu kowtowed more attentively, and the promises in his mouth were richer, including many things that Chen Yunsheng had never heard of.

"I come from the mountains of the South, where countless souls are buried. I appeared like a jackdaw in the night, bringing judgment and death. Time can erase memories, take away life, and extinguish souls, but it can't take away the heavy hatred. Rest ye in peace. ”

Chen Yunsheng's voice was like a chant, although it was superimposed with the sound of rain, it still came far away in the quiet night. Ling Hanyu next to him looked anxious, he couldn't wait to rush forward and kill Pixiu with a sword. This is the hinterland of Si Tian Pavilion, who knows if there will be hundreds of monks in the next moment, and the two of them will be chopped into meat puree.

Pixiu looked up, and the rain kept dripping down his fat chin, and the huge awl suddenly fell and pierced his skull, and the rain suddenly added a layer of blood red, ticking, and gathering into a stream on the ground.

Pixiu's body fell, and the bloody stream flowed past him in the direction of the Louvre. Two rats smell blood, brave the rain and crawl out of the dirty puddle on the side of the street and pounce on Pixiu's corpse.