"Whoa-la-"

The steaming hot water was scooped up by the jasper ladle, tilted slightly, and poured down on the smooth and round shoulders, gurgling down, and the crystal clear water droplets condensed between the white and greasy peaks, trembling and trembling. Red Lixue threw away the jasper ladle and curled up in the huge wooden barrel like a lazy big cat, and a comfortable moan came from the steaming water.

Outside the carved lattice window, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the frolicking sound of the guests gradually fades away, like the ripples on the lake. The sound of the husband's bangzi was clear and cold, knocking four times in a row, it was the dead of night and all the silence.

Fat Tiger, this kid, doesn't know where to go crazy. Red Lixue sighed faintly, the copper furnace in the corner was burning brightly, and the red embers floated out, silently extinguished in the dim light, looking desolate and lonely.

In her life, will she also be like this sporadic ember, silently disappearing? Hong Lianxue slowly stroked her skin as smooth as jade, her willow eyebrows were worried, and she couldn't help but be stupid for a while.

A trace of cold wind penetrated from the outside, Hong Lianxue was startled, the shadow was reflected on the wall, the cold sword blade had reached his neck, and the young man's deep voice came from behind: "It's me." Don't move, listen to me. ”

"It's you little thief!" "Hong Lianxue was embarrassed and angry, and hurriedly pulled the silk scarf on the side of the barrel to cover her chest, "What do you want to do? Don't come nonsense! Get out of here, or the old lady will chop your stuff into minced meat!"

"Then you'll listen to me. Otherwise, with your temperament, I'm afraid I'm going to fight before I say a few words. Zhi Kari said unhurriedly, and the water trickled down his drenched sideburns, and the ground quickly became wet.

"If there's a fart, let it go!" said Hong Lianxue through gritted teeth.

"Fat Tiger asked me to tell you, he's going to go outside, so you don't have to worry. He had already left the sheep slaughterhouse. ”

"What? What did you do to the fat tiger, you rabbit cub? Did something happen to him? You bastard who killed a thousand knives, the old lady wants to ...... you."

"Don't move. Zhi Hunt really broke the sword a little harder, and the red snow jade neck trembled, and the white skin flushed with a touch of red. "Fat Tiger is fine, it's fine. But he got into trouble, killed Cui Zhilian, and returned to the sheep slaughterhouse with only a dead end. Don't move! Don't accumulate any more turbidity, the moment you make a move is enough for me to cut your throat. ”

"You bastard full of nonsense! No *** grandson!" Hong Lian Xue's chest rose and fell a few times, and she said hatefully: "With the kung fu of the fat tiger's three-legged cat, you can also kill Cui Zhilian? You deceive the ghost! It must be you! You killed Cui Zhilian, framed the fat tiger, and asked him to be your scapegoat, right? The old lady knows that you are a bad turtle son——"

"Stop moving!" shouted in a deep voice, "Use your brains! If I'm not good for the fat tiger, why bother to come and tell you?"

"Oh! Maybe your head is flattened, and you can't be stupid for a while!" Hong Lianxue spat, her anger calming slightly. The other party is right, if something really happens to the fat tiger, this treacherous boy will definitely pat his ass and slip away. She pondered for a while, but her heart became more and more anxious, and her ups and downs kept coming. Fat Tiger is still a child, the first time he goes out alone, in case he runs into a bad ......

"He's not alone, he has a friend with him. Zhi Hunt really seemed to have guessed through Hong Lianxue's thoughts, and hesitated.

Hong Lianxue sneered: "Is it your fox friend and dog?"

"I don't know him well, but at least—" Zhijia Zhen's face appeared in front of his eyes, one moment a submissive pony bandit, one moment uninhibited, and the other heroic and deep...... I can't tell what he's like. "But at least, it's a person who has lived and died together. He whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Living and dying together?are you in the same stream, right?" Hong Lianxue scolded unceremoniously, "You two teamed up to kidnap him, right......?

"It's about Fat Tiger, I still have a few important words to ask you. Zhi Hunt really didn't hear it, and continued, "Whose power is behind Yihong Courtyard?"

"Hehe, are you afraid of the thief? The old lady might as well give you a thorough explanation, this is the boss of the sheep slaughtering market in the east - the old burning knife cover! If you offend the old lady, you will offend the old burning knife!"

"Is the old burning knife refining god or void?"

"Cut, the master of refining the gods and returning the void will shrink in this kind of ghost place? Oh, maybe, yes! Of course! Of course, the old burning knife is still refining the gods, and killing you is as easy as killing a dog!"

"The old burning knife has always taken care of the fat tiger, right?"

"Hmph, the thief inquired carefully. My fat tiger is loved by everyone, and the old burning knife also said that he would take him as an apprentice and polish it well! Are you afraid that the old burning knife will come to you to settle accounts? Then tell the truth obediently, why did the fat tiger leave the sheep slaughterhouse in a hurry? Was he injured? What did you coax him to do?...... Hey, the rabbit cub doesn't have ears, and the old lady needs to get dressed!"

Zhi Hunt is really silent, and the idea of beating the fat tiger is nine times out of ten that he burns a knife. Now that Fat Tiger is missing, sooner or later he will have his eyes on him.

As she shouted, she quietly turned her head sideways, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zhijia's soaked socks, and there were still a few tiny wisps of vine grass on the tips of her shoes, dripping with water droplets, flashing a strange indigo luster.

"You've gone to Nightmare Lake!" "Hong Lianxue Huo Ran turned around, and when Zhi Zhenzhen was stunned, the soaked silk scarf was as wet as a stick, carrying the mighty wind, and teasing the forehead of Jia Zhen.

"For the sake of the fat tiger, I'll give you a piece of advice: don't go to Nightmare Lake, don't see the old burning knife!" Zhi Jia Zhen shouted in a deep voice, kicking it away, "Peng!" The barrel flew up, the water splashed, and Hong Lianxue screamed, and hurriedly pulled back the silk scarf and wrapped the bouncing Shuofeng.

The wooden barrel slammed into the red sandalwood tooth bed, and Hong Lianxue quickly rolled onto the bed, pulling up the brocade quilt with one hand to cover her body, and the jade fingers of the other hand hooked and flicked, shooting out a trace of energy, shooting straight in the direction of Zhi Hunting.

"Puff puff-" The shaking window paper broke through the holes, and Zhi Kari had already jumped out of the window and swept away.

"Get back quickly, make it clear to the old lady! Straight mother thief! Wang Ba Lamb! God damn the splash ......" Hong Lianxue wanted to chase out, but she couldn't, so she had to change into profane clothes in a distraught manner, and scolded the thief for being treacherous. After more than 20 years of innocent body, even her fiancé has never looked at her, and she actually leaked spring in front of this little cub, which is really embarrassing and annoying!

It's just—she turned her mind and looked at the open lattice in confusion. In the middle of the night, what is this thief doing in Nightmare Lake?

Zhi Hunt Zhen swept all the way, rushed to the fat tiger shack, and went straight over the wall.

When he fell into the courtyard, his whole body suddenly froze, as if he had been nailed to a seven-inch snake. A slender shadow broke through the air, seemingly faint, insignificant, without the slightest strength, but like the wind everywhere, impermeable, making it difficult to resist. He could only watch as the shadow calmly hit him, tapping it lightly on his chest.

"Your sword path is still in the realm of refining and refining qi. Although it is clear and flawless, it is like a lake, and when the stones fall, they stand up and make waves, and there is no ethereal posture. "Qingfeng stood in front of Zhi Hunt Zhen, but Zhi Hunt really knew the sea but couldn't sense his existence. The shadow fell from Qingfeng's hand, and Shikari really looked down, but it was nothing more than a cracked dead branch.

"Dare to ask the seniors, how to break through from the heart and enter the realm of forgetting?"

"The lake is like a mirror, everything in the mirror is illusory, where do the stones come from?"

"Should this stone be removed?"

"Hehe, why do you have to go if you didn't come?"

Zhi Hunt Zhen closed his eyes and pondered, stood silently for a long time, and suddenly raised his index finger and middle finger together, referring to the sword, and pierced the breeze.

The breeze does not flash or retreat, and it also catches up with the finger sword, sealing the way of the Zhijia Zhen finger sword, and locking all its changes.

The two finger swords continued to approach, and seeing the halfway exchange, the finger sword of Zhi Hunt really seemed to disappear, and seemed to turn into an invisible image, passing through the Qingfeng finger sword, silently resisting Qingfeng's chest.

The sword has been forgotten.

"Good! good!" Qingfeng couldn't help but praise, Rao is calm heart, and he couldn't help but stir in his chest. This kind of swordsmanship talent can be described as a real godsend! If he has such a disciple, after walking the road that he has not been able to complete, what more can he ask for in this life?

After using this sword, Zhi Hunt Zhen pondered silently again, and realized the wonder of the gains and losses. He fought Cui Zhihuan in the swamp for life and death, and he was quite tempered, and now he was caught in the light of the breeze, and it was immediately a matter of course, and he went to the next level.

Qingfeng looked at the side face of the young man caged in the dark, and his mood was chaotic and uncertain for a while.

After a while, Zhi Kari Zhen opened his eyes and bowed deeply to the breeze. Qingfeng could have avoided it, but he hesitated in his heart, and finally accepted his salute.

"Senior, I can't live here anymore. "Zhijia Zhendao.

Qingfeng asked indifferently, "You sent the fat tiger away?"

"The one who wants to refine the human pill should be the old burning knife of the sheep slaughtering set. Fat Tiger is missing, and he will definitely come to the door. Zhi Hunt said apologetically, "It's me who is emotional, and I have affected my seniors." Zhang Wuyi has not yet been solved, and now he has added a new enemy, and the younger generation is really ashamed of the seniors......"

Before he finished speaking, Qingfeng pressed the young man's shoulder: "No, you did a good job, better than the sword you just had." In life, it is inevitable to be emotional. Do you know that for you and me, in fact, the rarest thing in life is precisely the momentary emotion. ”

Zhi Hunt really looked at the breeze in puzzlement, and the night wind lifted the old sparse sideburns, dotted with stars, more desolate than the frost at night.

"Count it out, it's time for Zhang Wuyi to arrive. But the juniors have already made arrangements......" Zhi Hunt Zhen continued in a low voice, looking up in the direction of Nightmare Lake.

The stage has been set up, just waiting for all parties to appear.