"Liu Xiangzhi listens to the order!" Mu Yinhan's order is like a mountain and never changes. Liu Xiang was overjoyed, and hurriedly responded: "My subordinates must obey the order of the door master!" Mu Yinhan then ordered: "You quickly send a letter to the old man in the name of the old man, according to the method of contacting Suo'er before, and tell her that she doesn't have to reply to the letter, just secretly cooperate with our plan, and the old man can not blame her past mistakes!"

Mu Yinhan glanced at Yu Weichu, who was bowing his head, and then canceled the idea of telling her to do things, and said to Liu Xiangyin: "After this matter is done, go to the jade platform to ask for the phoenix, and give an ultimatum to the traitor, if he still has the slightest conscience, he should come back and lead him to die!"

Let's say that the fish was ready to ventilate the news when Mu Yinhan gave the order. But just when she wanted to get up and leave, Liu Xiangzhi passed by her, didn't look at her, but said in a cold tone: "You have to know that you are the person who killed seven people in the secret door, your life does not belong to you, and you must be wrong again and again." Yu Weichu was disgusted with Liu Xiangyin, and when he heard this, he was even more angry, so he bluntly retorted: "You don't have to worry about it." With that, he walked away quickly.

Yu Weichu returned to the room, closed the door tightly, pulled the latch, hurriedly found a pen and paper, and wrote a note, which read: "The end of the world, the farther the better! Leaning against the window, he whistled, beckoned a pigeon, tied a note to the pigeon's leg, touched its head again, and said to himself, "Go find him." He let it go, and it was not until he saw the carrier pigeon flying away that he took a long breath, closed the window, and blew out the candle.

But the carrier pigeon did not fly far, I don't know where to roll a few willow leaves, fluttering in the wind, the soft willow leaves seem to dance in the night, lingering beside the carrier pigeon, not going for a long time. The willow leaves flew and scattered, and a person's figure appeared on the roof, the cold and evil face was hidden in the moonlight, jumping up lightly, stepping on the willow leaf on tiptoe, the willow leaf sank down slightly, but the person's body became lighter and lighter, slowly turned around, and a woman-like hand poked out from the blue sleeves of the robe, pulled a willow leaf, wiped it between the lips, and then pinched it with the thumb and middle finger, and flicked it forward.

The soft willow leaf suddenly turned into a deadly flying knife, but when the cold light flashed, the neck of the snow-white carrier pigeon was cut off, and a cloud of blood mist burst out in the air, and the snow-white feathers fell one after another and dissipated with the wind. Liu Xiangzhi landed lightly on the roof of the house next to the road, sneered, and then jumped up again and rushed to Yutai to ask for a phoenix.

The night and moon are cold, and everything is silent. The lights in the city of Yueqiu Mansion are gradually extinguished, but the room of the blue-clothed girl in this jade platform is still brightly lit. Looking at the comfortable smile on the corner of Jian Shumei's mouth, Wei Huaichun did not feel tired, but experienced a trace of long-lost tranquility and joy, just quietly looking at the person in her heart, without words, she was already content. Presumably, there will be many such lives in the future, and Wei Huaichun is even more full of expectations.

He rubbed his sour eyes and yawned, only to feel that the night was getting deeper and colder, so he covered Jian Shumei with a thin blanket so that he wouldn't illuminate it. Wearing a purple jacket, he got up and closed the window. Through the small window, leaning on the window frame, looking up at the moonlight like a veil, draped over the mountains not far away, it was not early, Wei Huaichun was about to close the window to rest, I didn't want to find a carrier pigeon on the windowsill, cooing, as if urging her to do something.

"This is ......" Wei Huaichun was a little incredulous, his face changed slightly, and he carefully untied the note tied to the pigeon's leg, and after reading the content of the note, his face changed suddenly, his face was like earth, his back was cold, and he trembled like chaff. The note was rolled by the breeze, and it fell from the trembling hand and landed at his feet, Wei Huaichun seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he was weakly paralyzed on the side of the bed, his trembling red lips were bloodless, and in panic, he did not forget to glance at the sleeping Jian Shumei on the bed, and saw that he did not react, so he hurriedly picked up the note, walked quickly to the bed, threw the note into the lamp, and burned it.

In a hurry, he unexpectedly burned his fingertips by the dancing candle flame, and subconsciously exclaimed, and hurriedly grabbed the finger. This small sound woke Jian Shumei up, turned over, stepped forward and hugged Wei Huaichun in his arms, snatched the finger, brought it to his mouth, and blew gently. The four eyes were facing each other, Jian Shu's eyebrows were full of pity, but Wei Huaichun dodged again and again, being a thief. "Why are you so careless?" Jian Shumei asked softly.

Wei Huaichun was in a hurry, and hurriedly prevaricated: "Just now I saw that the wind outside the window was about to blow out the candle flame, so I wanted to add some lamp oil. Jian Shumei shook his head and said, "How can you not be concerned?" Wei Huaichun dealt with Jian Shumei, and glanced at the ashes in the lamp from time to time, for fear that Jian Shumei would notice something, but fortunately, Jian Shumei's attention was on her, so she wanted to attract attention.

"It's all the wind, I'm going to close the window. Wei Huaichun broke free from Jian Shumei's warm embrace, hurriedly closed the window, and breathed a long sigh of relief, how could his heart beat like a drum, and he was very entangled. Jian Shumei didn't notice anything unusual, stepped forward slowly, and walked behind Wei Huaichun, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, but Wei Huaichun was hugged by this, without any sweetness, but was frightened to the point that his soul was scattered, the six gods had no master, his hands hung down weakly, and as soon as the hand holding the window was released, the window was blown open by the cold wind.

"This wind is so disturbing!" Wei Huaichun almost cried, extremely aggrieved, turned around and plunged into Jian Shumei's arms, sobbing in a low voice. Jian Shu's eyebrows were confused, and he didn't know why Wei Huaichun was like this tonight, but he still gently held her in his arms, patted her back, and said with a smile in Wei Huaichun's ear: "Okay, okay, maybe it's Fengyue tonight, and I also want to share this love and sweetness with you and me." ”

Wei Huaichun didn't say anything more, slowly raised his little head, half of his face was still buried in Jian Shu's eyebrows and shoulders, his eyes were already red from crying, his eyes were hazy with tears, his tear stains were vague, and the pear blossoms brought rain, and he was pitiful. Jian Shumei kissed her lightly on the corner of her forehead, then grabbed Wei Huaichun's waist, picked her up, came to the side of the bed and put it down gently, and lay down on the bed again, the two hugged each other, and their heartbeats accelerated more and more.

"Shumei, I ......" Wei Huaichun struggled slightly, and was pressed by Jian Shumei's lips, it was already a matter of course, the love was deep, both of them couldn't hold back the tender fire in their hearts, and their close bodies felt each other's temperature, their lips were getting closer and closer, and at this time, a melodious flute suddenly floated outside the window. Wei Huaichun's face changed drastically, he pushed away the sword and raised his eyebrows, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes were panicked.

Jian Shumei was puzzled, and hurriedly asked: "Chun'er, why are you like this? Could it be that you are not feeling well?" Wei Huaichun swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly pointed out the window and said: "This, this flute sound ......" When Jian Shumei heard this, he quietly admired the melodious tune, and the crisp and tactful sound of the jade flute echoed in the cold wind of hunting, which added a bit of desolation and solemnity. Jian Shumei is also a person who knows music, hearing such a flute, he got up and came to the window, his eyes were slightly closed, he listened to it for a while, and couldn't help but smile and praise: "Very good, very good, like water and moonlight, accompanied by beautiful women, and such music, even if the night is long, it is also full of fun." ”

After that, he turned around and smiled at Wei Huaichun again: "What, isn't this song good? If the birds fly back in spring, everything will recover, full of vitality, full of fun, it sounds refreshing, and I don't feel intoxicated during the period, but I am a little fluttering." The piper is pure, open-minded, and broad-minded, and must be a man of elegance. I don't want to have such a hermit in this small Yueqiu Mansion city, a literati and a, I have been here for many years, and I never knew about it. Tomorrow I will go to him and ask him to teach me how to play the flute, so that I can play with Chun'er's flute in the future. ”

When Wei Huaichun heard this, he rushed to a trace of comfort and tranquility, and the previous panic also subsided a lot, and he couldn't help but ask himself in his heart: "Could it be that I am too nervous, so that the wind is loud and the grass and trees are all soldiers?" But as soon as he let go of the heart that had been hanging for a long time, the flute melody turned sharply, desolate and solemn, making people shudder and tremble, during which there seemed to be swords and soldiers colliding, the sound of fighting shook the sky, and there were also heart-wrenching cries for help, treacherous laughter, the sound of hunting wind, the sound of sword waving, the sound of arrow rain splitting the air, the sound of screaming, and a hundred and ten depressing sounds were all included in the short flute music for a time.

"Flying Leaves Break the Formation!" Jian Shumei and Wei Huaichun reacted almost at the same time, their faces were pale, they were so shocked that they were terrified, but fortunately Jian Shumei looked out the window and didn't dare to turn around, so Wei Huaichun found out that he was strange, so he didn't notice that Wei Huaichun was full of uneasiness behind him. Jian Shu's eyebrows trembled and he stepped back half a step, dumbfounded, and his tongue couldn't be bridged. Suddenly, three strong winds were blowing in his face, and the vigilance of the martial arts practitioner made him subconsciously block it.

However, the soft sword was not on his side, so he had to close the window like lightning, only to hear three muffled sounds, which was the sound of the hidden weapon nailed into the wood, and when the flute gradually stopped, and gradually went away, Jian Shumei dared to open the window, only to see three thin willow leaves pierced into the outside of the window, the willow leaves were thin and narrow, and the edges were extremely sharp.

Coincidentally, this person and Jian Shumei are old acquaintances.

Tremblingly, he picked off the three willow leaves and held them in his hands, only to find that there were a few words written on each leaf. Jian Shumei's attention was on these three willow leaves at the moment, and he didn't notice the burning gaze of Wei Huaichun, who was also looking at these three willow leaves behind him.

"Folding leaves and flying flowers, the son is amorous......" Jian Shumei looked at the three willow leaves in disbelief, his eyes were full of sorrow, he gritted his teeth, and his eyebrows were angry, "At the end of the world, there is nowhere to escape...... Surely death ......"