This courtyard is very remote, in the deepest corner of the Murong Mansion.

This door opened incrediblely, Murong stood in front of the door for nearly two months, the two wooden doors were not moving, and Li Xiu just walked to the door, and then knocked on the door, and the door opened.

Murong's face became ugly.

Li Xiu's face was indeed very calm, since he was here, of course this door would be opened.

"Let's go inside!"

There is no good scenery in the courtyard, and Murong has been here many times and is already tired of seeing it.

Li Xiu is the first time to come, the yard is not paved with green bricks, the foot is stepping on the gravel path, there is a dry well in the center of the yard, there is a dead tree planted on one side of the dry well, and an old man is sitting under the dead tree.

An old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair on the verge of death.

This scene is not even a view, but it feels very tired at first glance.

This is the third person he wants to see tonight, the last city lord of Gusu City, the old sword god Murong Xiao.

"Looking at you, I thought you were dying. ”

Li Xiu walked up to him, looked down at the thin face that seemed to be terminally ill, and sneered.

Murong's brows furrowed, and he surprisingly didn't say anything.

The old sword god did not speak, and was silent.

"I've lived for decades, and now I can't live, and I'm going to gamble, what the grass saint can't do, do you think Xu Jiaoren can do it?"

Changlin, Xu Jiaoren.

At the mention of these words, the old sword god's eyes that had been closed seemed to open a gap, and a cloudy light projected from his eyes, and the dead tree on his side shook with it.

"So you know it all. ”

Murong Xiao's voice sounded weak and inaudible, and a thick twilight aura emanated from his body.

The tree was blooming luxuriantly, and the well in front of it was sweet.

He's really going to die.

"I didn't know at first, but I knew after Murong Yingjie sent me that invitation. ”

An invitation was sent that day, and then Changlin and Yin Cao's people were waiting in the Liangkai River and the Meridian Valley, Murong Yingjie wanted to pry half of the rivers and lakes out of the Tang Dynasty and rise to a higher realm, and there would definitely be a like-minded ally behind him.

And Changlin is such a person.

There will always be a thread behind the seemingly chaotic situation, which is not difficult to guess, especially for Li Xiu.

"I just have a hard time believing that Gusu City would join forces with Changlin. ”

After being silent for a while, Li Xiu said.

The voice didn't sound calm, disappointed, and a little incredulous.

The Tang people cooperated with Changlin, and no one dared to think about it like this, let alone someone really did it.

Especially Gusu City will do this.

"The grass saint can't help it, but Xu Jiaoren has a way. ”

The old sword god raised his hand and picked up a small scoop from his side, and stretched it out towards the dry well, the arm was very thin, and the hand was shriveled without any water, more like a dried corpse.

"The grass saint can't do it, but Xu Jiaoren can do it?"

Li Xiu raised his eyes, sounding sarcastic.

"There's always some hope. ”

The water from the well flew out of the bottom of the well and fell into the scoop, looking clean.

Cleaner than people.

"The older you get, the more afraid you are of death, and the more you live, the more you go back, you are really a waste. ”

Li Xiu walked to the well, bent down and grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and sprinkled it into the small scoop.

The clear water became cloudy in an instant.

This is very disrespectful and offensive.

The old sword god surprisingly didn't speak, and put down the water scoop he picked up.

"But whoever made you an old sword god, as long as you want to do it, no one will stop you. ”

Li Xiu grinned, he was angry now, he had never been so angry since returning to Chang'an.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing to be alive. ”

Murong Xiao sighed, dying of old age, looking like a poor man who would die at any time.

"Since you know that you can't live, it's a good thing that this courtyard will pass away with the wind, so why come out?"

Li Xiu asked again.

Murong Xiao said: "Sitting here will really die, but if you move, you may be able to live." ”

There is a great terror between life and death, he has lived for many years, in his early years, he thought he was not afraid of death, who knew that the older he was, the more afraid of death, Xu Jiaoren would not lie, since he said that he could let him live, then he would definitely be able to live.

"If you move, Datang will kill more people, not to mention that even if you live now, you will still die in the future. ”

Li Xiu looked at him and said seriously.

This is the final exhortation.

"It's always good to live a little longer. ”

The old sword god replied.

"So you will definitely help Murong Yingjie. ”

Li Xiu stood in front of him, his body standing tall and looking down at him, his eyes cold and emotionless.

"So you have to stand on my side. ”

The old sword god did not speak, which was considered a default.

"There's nothing to talk about. ”

Li Xiu took out a dagger from his arms and plunged it deeply into the ground in front of him, and said lightly: "The old man owed you a favor back then, and he will not pay it back in the future." ”

"I heard that the people from Xuelou are rushing over, even if they are too late, they will go to the Green Sea to wait for you, and none of the people in Gusu City want to leave the Datang border alive. ”

Li Xiu took a step forward, crushed the small scoop on the ground, and then walked out of the courtyard.

Xu Yingxiu followed quietly.

Met three people tonight and talked about one.

The two don't have to talk about it.

Murong didn't leave, he stood behind Murong Xiao and didn't speak from beginning to end.

Even when Li Xiu scolded the old sword god for being a waste, he didn't interject.

The grandfather and grandson were silent with each other, and there seemed to be a crack in the dead tree.

"It turns out that your grandson has never really seen through you for so many years. ”

Murong looked at the thin back, and his tone sounded like he was laughing, but that face was expressionless, and it was cold and uneasy.

"Everyone says that it is better to die than to live, and in my opinion, you might as well die directly, so as not to let the son of the world work and be an eyesore here. ”

These words were filled with contempt, and his voice trembled, and he could not hide his sadness and anger.

The old sword god turned his head, a cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes, he raised his arm, his wide sleeves moved, only to hear a crisp sound, Murong's body flew out in the air, and after a few turns in the air, he slid down on the courtyard wall.

Half of his face was red and purple, and blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was embarrassed.

It hurts.

But he didn't seem to feel it, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar figure in a little daze.

After a while, he smiled dejectedly, and then stood up from the struggle.

"At the beginning, you said that I was the person who is most like you, at that time I was happy for this sentence for more than a month, now I think about it is really ridiculous, you are really blind, my talent is stronger than you, I took the strength to cut the city wall at the beginning of the realm, His Royal Highness the Prince is right, even if you live for a while now, what can you do? One day in the future, I will still kill you." ”

Murong stood at the door, his lips and teeth stained with blood, and he smiled a little crazy.