Under the residual sun, the blood stains on the hay were bright red.

Unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince killed a few people without saying a word, and everyone was silent, seeing that the blood of these people was splashed on the armor of His Royal Highness the Prince, and the sword in his hand was even more cold.

Chu Yiyang carried the knife, his eyes swept over them, and said in a calm tone: "On the march to fight, if you don't obey the military order, you will be killed." Then he looked at the old man on the side again, and ordered, "Give this old man a sum of money and let him bury his daughter well." ”

No one dared to do so.

Chu Yiyang threw the blood-stained knife to the guards, and then looked at the cold night of Beitang, compared to him, the latter's white clothes were more spotless.

He smiled: "With a lot of blood, it's not good to collide with the national teacher, so I'll go to wash up and change my clothes first." ”

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The arrival of the national teacher boosted the morale of the prince's camp.

However, there are also people who have doubts in their hearts: "The national teacher has always been close to the King of Qi, why did he come here this time?" ”

"I don't know, what people like the national teacher are thinking, what can we guess."

Beitang waited in the camp tent that was specially packed up on a cold night, and he heard the whispers around him, but he didn't care.

If you can't kill all the people here, then you have to make the right choice for those who have fallen into the illusion.

For example, Chu Yiyang, if the mirage illusion wants him to kill each other according to history, he is so strong, there is almost no suspense in killing his opponent.

But if he didn't kill and broke free from the will of the rules, then there was a chance to get out.

And at the moment when he detached, the illusion was turbulent, and perhaps he would be able to sense where the glow was.

Beitang thought about it in the cold night, and heard that the outsiders in the camp tent said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had invited him over, so he got up and went out of the tent and followed the guard to the main tent.

The soldiers guarding outside the door lifted the curtain, and as soon as Beitang entered the cold night, he saw the people standing inside.

Sure enough, the golden bell boy is still the golden bell boy, and after taking off his armor, the color of his private clothes is still red.

A young man dressed in red with his back to him stood in front of the weapon rack, putting the freshly cleaned knife back on the rack. His long hair was scattered and there was moisture on it, and as soon as he turned around, he smiled at the cold night of Beitang.

"The national teacher is here."

He walked to the side and said to Beitang Hanye, "Lone has already ordered someone to prepare wine and food, and since the national teacher is here, it is better to have a drink." ”

"Not necessarily." Beitang stood still in the cold night, obviously beautiful as jade, but more like a sharp sword, "I'll say a few words to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and leave." ”

The man in red raised his eyebrows, but he didn't force it, he walked to the table and got the wine jug, and returned to the couch.

Just finished a victory and beheaded those who violated military orders, even in front of this national teacher, Chu Yiyang was extremely relaxed.

"What does the national teacher want to say to Gu?"

He leaned back on the bed, and as he drank himself, he bent his legs, and the gold ornament on his ankle peeked out from under his robe.

The gaze of the white-clothed Sword Venerable fell on it and stopped suddenly.

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Q: Under what kind of circumstances, Brother Chu will show his stuffing in front of Beitang?

A: When I lost my memory.

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Chapter 65

The golden bells were around his ankles, like a circle of moonlight, and like a handful of fine snow.

The owner of the golden bell took the wine jug, threw away the wine glass in his tent without paying attention, tilted his head, and poured the mellow and clear wine into his mouth with the slender spout of the wine jug.

The amber liquor wet his lips and ran down his graceful jaw, down his neck and on the placket.

The shaking bells seemed to ring in the ears of the cold night in the north hall, in the cave, on the shore of the pool, in all the darkness and dreams.

It's him.

Is this what he is?

A crack appeared in the calm, carved face of the white-clothed Sword Venerable.

Meticulously tucked under the collar at the top, his Adam's apple moved as the man on the bed swallowed the wine.

He knew that he should step forward at this moment, and take the string of golden bells directly into his palm, and he should touch the young man's face, and touch his wine-stained lips, to verify his suspicions—

However, the pure white hem of the clothes brushed by, and the soles of the dustless boots stepped on the ground, and the others came to the other side and sat down behind the table full of delicacies.

Hearing the sound of the fabric rubbing, the person sitting on the couch opened his eyes, and his eyes were already slightly drunk.

Looking at the person who obviously said he wouldn't sit, but sat down again at the moment, Chu Yiyang took the wine jug that was mostly empty in his hand, and showed a drunken smile to the handsome Jian Zun: "The national teacher has changed his mind?" ”

Beitang's cold night gaze fell on his face.

Whether it was the drunken eyes or the rosy lips stained with fine wine, he took them all in, overlapping with the face he had traced countless times but never seen.

When the World Sword Venerable and the first person of the Kunlun Sword Sect spoke slowly, he needed to be extremely familiar with him and listen extremely carefully, so that he could hear that his voice was different from usual: "You really want to drink now." ”

The spell hidden in the voice easily affected the mortals who had not cultivated, and Chu Yiyang's gaze was hazy for a moment, and he instantly brought a deeper intoxication.

He muttered a little vaguely, "Yes, I want to drink......

After speaking, he raised the wine jug in his hand towards the cold night of the North Hall, no longer caring about the national teacher who had rebelled in his main account, and raised his head to drink the remaining wine in the pot.

The aroma of the wine was mellow and spread throughout the camp.

The white-clothed Sword Venerable, who was sitting behind the table, stretched out his hand and made a move, and there was also an extra pot of wine in front of him.

As if to accompany the other person leaning on the couch, and as if he wanted to suppress the emotions in his heart, his slender and powerful fingers picked up the wine jug, poured the wine into the glass, and drank it cup after cup.

The tent was quiet, and the two drank to each other, and there was nothing to say.

Before following the glow in, Beitang Hanye never thought about what to do if he saw the person he was looking for.

But now, Chu Yiyang, who was suspected of being that person, appeared in front of him, but he suddenly felt a sense of timidity.

Scenes in the darkness and in the illusion came up again, accompanied by the liquor into the throat and burned into the lungs.

In the face of life and death, he was without fear, but at this moment he did not dare to go forward directly to make the final determination.

Chu Yiyang didn't notice the struggle of the other person in the tent.

According to his way of drinking, the remaining small half pot of wine should soon bottom out.

However, because of the cold night spell of the North Hall, the wine stored in the depths of the military camp was constantly summoned and filled into the two wine jugs, so no matter how you drank it, there was still so much wine in the jugs.

No matter how easy it is to get drunk, under the pouring of this endless wine, they are also completely drunk.

Before putting down the wine jug, Chu Yiyang faintly had a doubt in his heart - how could the wine jug in his hand be so loaded today?

The bottom of the pot slammed against the railing of the bed with a muffled sound, and a small half-pot of wine was left in it.

The prince dressed in red burped, his voice was no longer cold, and every word he said seemed to have the fragrance of wine: "The national teacher can come, Lone is very happy......"

The action of pouring wine in the cold night of Beitang stopped.

He raised his eyes and saw that the person on the couch was crimson like a picture, his already amazing facial features were even more scorching because of the wine, and the red mole on his right eye seemed to be able to burn people's hearts.

Chu Yiyang didn't look at him, he was squinting at the top of the tent.

The placket of his clothes was torn open by his enthusiasm for the liquor, and the young man in red exposed his collarbone, and his voice was full of anger: "King Qi is Gu's younger brother, he actually wants to rebel - dare to rebel!" He will fight with the solitary for unification...... Alone! ”

Beitang suddenly felt speechless for a while.

He put down the flask, he originally wanted to wait for the people on the couch to get drunk, and when those eyes were no longer looking at him, he would verify what he thought.

But at this moment, listening to Chu Yiyang's words, and seeing him confiding his sincerity trustingly in front of him, it made him feel that if he did that, whether it was the person he was looking for or not, he would be offended by this trust.

There was silence in the main tent for a moment, and only in the air filled with the smell of wine did the voice of the white-clothed Sword Venerable sound: "You are drunk, this is not what you want."

"You're just trapped here, trapped in the struggle of mortals, and what you really want is to ascend, not fight for a throne here."

Chu Yiyang looked at the top of the tent, distracted in his thoughts, obviously not hearing the words behind.

He suddenly said: "The national teacher is right, what Gu wants is indeed not that position......

What he wanted was to question his brother why he was doing this—how dare he rebel? How dare you face your sword?

The person on the bed was drunk, his eyes were hazy, but his tone was very vicious, "When I catch him, I have to ask him ...... properly."

The voice behind him was lowered, and as soon as the flask in his hand was loosened, it rolled down to the ground, and it was about to shatter, but it was caught by a slender and powerful hand.

Beitang Hanye, who teleported from behind the table to the bed, caught the flask, straightened up, and set it aside.

The remaining small half-pot of wine had not spilled at all, and the person leaning on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep due to drunkenness.

The white-clothed Sword Venerable stood on the edge of the bed, his eyes lowered, looking at the unsuspecting sleeping man.

Chu Yiyang's chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and a strand of black hair hung down from the side of his face and pressed against his lips.

As if bewitched, Beitang Hanye raised his hand and wanted to brush the strand of hair away from the side of his face, but he suddenly smelled a fragrance at the end of his nose.

This faint cold aroma is mixed with the strong aroma of wine, which is easy to ignore, but Beitang has a faint memory of this cold aroma on a cold night.

When he saw the person in front of him in Kunlun's scripture hall, he passed by him, and he also exuded the same and searchable cold fragrance.

The slender fingers suddenly stopped in the air.

This is not right.

He is the young master of the Hehuan Sect, and he is not close to anyone, and a pair of eyes seem to only be able to see his fiancée.

If it's really him...... With his temperament, he suffered a loss in the secret realm, how could he not retaliate after he came out? In the mirror, how can you say to yourself, "He will come again when he encounters danger"?

What's more, there has been no golden bell on him.

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