The wine has woken up, but the man is still drunk.

The woman is deep and the lights are dim.

"Sometimes I hate someone because I love him too much. In fact, why hate, just kill him. Don't you say, Nan girl?"

Monroe said to Nanzhen.

Nan Zhen looked at the woman who was talking to her, dressed in black as she had been seven years ago, and her voice had not changed at all. It's just an understatement of murder, but it expresses a faint sadness.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, if you kill him, won't you even lose the person you can hate, what do you say? This Qingyang, it's not love, it's not hate. It's not to kill, it's not to kill. It's embarrassing, hehe. ”

Nan Zhen thought that the Qingyang in Mengluo's mouth should be the apprentice of Brother Huaishan who was in Allure that year.

Brother Wuya said that Qingyang burned down Mengluo's Splendid Pavilion, and all the twenty-four human skin masks that Mengluo was most proud of were destroyed.

According to Sister Monroe's temper, she will definitely kill Qingyang. But listening to what she said, Qingyang is still alive, and Monroe doesn't want to kill him, or can't kill him.

It seems that there must have been a lot of stories going on in these seven years.

Nan Zhen looked at Monroe, a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In the past seven years, I have deceived a person for a story.

"It's been seven years since you and that Wuyan left! Seven years, you've grown so big, and I'm getting old!" Meng Luo burped in her mouth, propped herself up and continued to Nanzhen, "Mr. Wen Ghost is really a talent, and I don't know what his relationship with the old monster of Tianchi is. Seven Star Begonia, is that a recipe for detoxification by eating ginseng for seven years? Joke, what a joke, this can only deceive that kid without bounds, if it were me, I would have slapped him in the face earlier. ”

Monroe sat up straight and reached for the wine glass on the table, but it was empty.

She frowned, threw away the glass, and went to get the jug again, but the wine in the jug had already bottomed out. What a disappointment.

"Nan girl, didn't you say that you don't drink?, what about the wine in my glass, where did you hide it?" Meng Luo asked Nan Zhen, her expression exaggerated and serious.

Nanzhen smiled: "I really didn't drink a sip of wine, you drank it yourself." Don't drink anymore, you'll be really drunk. ”

Monroe waved her hand and motioned for Nanzhen not to speak.

"How can you get drunk if you don't drink?How can you tell the truth if you don't get drunk?" Meng Luo looked at Nanzhen, "Nan girl, do you know that after Fia is gone, I don't even have anyone to tell the truth." You know what? I hurt her, I hurt you, and I hurt Wuji. ”

At the end, Monroe actually cried.

Just like that day in the bazaar, Nanzhen met Mr. Wen Ghost under the arrangement of Xilei.

Mr. Wen asked her, "In the past few years, have you ever regretted lying to him?"

For the first time in seven years, Nam Jin cried.

If there is an afterlife, make a stone.

The winds of change.

There are no real or false thoughts.

Half weathered in time, half tenacious in space.

Half commemorates life, half witnesses death.

Very proud, very silent.

Never rejoice, never grieve.

There is some distance from Shangjing to Zhongyuan City, and with the current footsteps of Wuya, it takes a few days to ride the fastest horse. Because of the nightmare last night, it was inevitable that he would be a little lightheaded when he rushed to the road, and Wuya smiled awkwardly.

Maybe I'm too worried about Nanzhen, although I know that Monroe won't hurt her, it's better to see them first.

The winter sun is as warm as a hug of reunion after a long absence, and the sun is endless, and the heart is also warm.

There was a tea pavilion not far away, and Wuya dismounted and walked forward, wanting to drink a cup of hot tea before leaving.

There are only three tables of guests in the tea pavilion, and it seems that it is indeed not suitable to travel in winter.

The three people closest to me were chatting. Wuya had no intention of listening, but he had to listen to what those two people said.

One of them said: "It is said that after the owner of the Sword Casting Villa died, the people in the rivers and lakes are crazy to take his bone marrow to refine the world's first sharp weapon, you say that this person will not be at peace when he dies, it is really pitiful." ”

The second person said: "Poor what, it's not normal to be killed by people who kill too much." But what kind of bone marrow refining sword, I really haven't heard of it. ”

The third person said: "Who knows, I just heard that the people of the Medicine King Valley have occupied the Sword Casting Villa, it is estimated that they have begun to refine the sword in the past few days, I really want to see what the so-called number one weapon in the world looks like, if I get it, I can be invincible in the world." ”

The second person said: "Don't daydream about you, although the Medicine King Valley has seemed to be calm in recent years, there is still some power, you go and fight with others, and die!"

The first person smiled and said: "The first in the world and immortality are the dreams of the people of the rivers and lakes, just ask who doesn't want to." It seems that Medicine King Gu has been planning to kill two birds with one stone this time. ”

The third man asked, "Is there really such a thing as immortality?"

The first person said: "I heard that this elixir of life is to be guided by the Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, of course I don't know, I only know that there may be only Master Zhiyong in the whole world who has the Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, and it just so happened that Master Zhiyong was also in the Sword Casting Villa at that time." ”

The second person said: "If the people of the Medicine King Valley hurt Master Zhiyong, wouldn't they be blatantly provoking Shaolin?

Wuya was stunned when he heard it, how could there be such a ridiculous thing?

He was about to ask, but heard them change the subject.

"Don't talk about this, this has nothing to do with us, even if there is the world's first sharp weapon, it can't be in our hands, and there is an elixir that can't eat in our mouths, it's better to talk about it. I have something here, two brothers show it, how much is it worth?"

I saw one of them take out a brocade from his arms, there was a face embroidered on the brocade pad, the appearance of the face was very blurry, and at a glance, it turned out to be a big face composed of many small faces, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a man or a woman, which was extremely weird.

This didn't make Wuya care too much, what Wuya cared about was what Jinpari was wrapping.

A hairpin.

A plum hairpin.

Why is Xilei's hairpin in the hands of these people? Is it wrong?

Wuya frowned? Feeling that something was wrong, he thought about what these people said again, could it be that it was just for him? How could this hairpin in Jinpali be so similar to Xilei's hairpin?

But the three men did not look at him.

Originally, there were only three tables of people in the tea pavilion, one table for themselves, one table for these three people, and another person sitting and drinking tea by himself in the east place. Wuya looked to the east, but the man who drank the tea was no longer there.

Before he could turn around, he smelled a fragrance.

I can't describe it, a faint fragrance.

Being able to come to yourself unconsciously, it's so light.

Wuya turned around, but before he could see the man's face, he had already fainted to the ground.

"The Red Swordsman is nothing more than that, his curiosity is too heavy, his vigilance is too bad, if you don't fall into my hands today, you will die at the hands of others tomorrow. ”

The woman's wind chime-like laughter is endless.

I don't know how long it took, but Wuya woke up. It was too dark late at night to see where I was, but it was clear that I was no longer in the tea pavilion, but in a room.

It's really careless to think that I am being fascinated unknowingly.

Wuya wanted to move, but found that he was tied so tightly that he couldn't even move his fingers except for his head.

"Are you awake? Have you ever thought that if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead. A woman said slowly. Wuya heard it, it was the voice he heard before he fell unconscious. It's just that it's too dark to tell where the sound is coming from.

"Stab", the sound of a flame burning.

The candle was lit, and the candlelight illuminated the room, and the woman was sitting not far from him, her face covered by a black veil. He smelled the faint scent again.

However, in addition to that fragrance, there is also a faint aroma of tea. The woman was drinking tea.

"You don't have to ask who I am, and I won't tell you if I do. Considering that you may rebel, I can only do this to you. I have no grievances with you, but I just came here to have a talk, would you like to hear it?" said the woman.

Wuya felt helpless, so he could only smile awkwardly: "I can't do anything now except speak and be obedient, but it's okay for the girl to speak, for my current situation, I have nothing but curiosity." ”

I only heard the woman say: "Your sworn sister Xilei is now in the hands of the people in the Medicine King Valley, you also heard what we said just now, you now have two choices, the first is to return to Shangjing to save your sister-in-law, maybe Master Zhiyong is also saved, and there is just someone in the Medicine King Valley who wants to see you." Second, if you insist on going to Zhongyuan City to save your sister Nanzhen, or go to find King Lu Huaishan, then I can kill you. ”

"This second one is also called choice?" asked Wuya.

"Yes, you have to choose whether you want to live or die?" said the woman. "You're tied up and can't move, is there a way to get out?"

Wuya smiled and said: "I said, girl, don't you know that there is a kind of martial arts in this world, which can kill people without using hands, feet, swords, or even moving your body?"

"Oh, is it? And such a kung fu, the little woman really wants to see it?" the woman laughed.

Wuya sighed and said slowly, "Have you ever heard that there is a person surnamed Lei in the Changfeng Dart Bureau in Chang'an City?"

The woman frowned: "What does the person surnamed Lei have to do with you?"

Wuya smiled: "This person surnamed Lei has nothing to do with me, but he has a daughter, known as Miss Lei." This Lei Si girl has a skill, that is, as long as there is a roar, the gods and monsters have to be scared away. This Lei Si girl has a lot to do with me. ”

When the woman heard this, she immediately stood up, "I don't believe you can roar a lion." ”

Wuya looked up at her and laughed evilly.