At dusk, the sun could no longer shine in, only the cold and darkness gradually rose, as if impatient to occupy the night of this world.

The dilapidated wooden door had been closed, and although it was not hooked up, it was enough to keep all pedestrians out. Xia Yan was the only one sitting at the table in the corner—he seemed to have been sitting here for a long time, but there was nothing on the table, except—he kept throwing a small object into the wine glass, and then poured it out again, and so on, making a dull sound.

It seemed that making noises was only his prerogative. His face was as cold as the coming night, so that no one dared to speak, and even the old shopkeeper had to occasionally dial an abacus with all his caution.

Wuying squatted aside for a long time, and peeked several times before he saw that what Xia Yan threw into the wine glass over and over again was a black wrench. The sky was getting darker and darker, and Xia Yan's movements became more and more irritable. After the old shopkeeper finished settling the accounts, he looked at Wuying, swallowed his saliva before making up his mind to speak: "Son, you have to get up early tomorrow, do you want to rest early today?"

Xia Yan's hand movement only paused for a moment, "You don't have to worry about me." He only said one word. Immediately, the repetitive sound began again, as if there was no waveless waiting, and even a person like him who had been cultivating for many years could not calm his mind, and he must rely on this little sound to record the passage of time.

The old shopkeeper seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated, swallowed back, and said in a low voice: "Then I'll go to the back first, and keep this lamp for the son." If you have any commands, just call me. ”

Xia Yan's tone did not fluctuate in the slightest. "Shadowless, you go too. ”

Wuying still hesitated for two minutes, and was looked at by Xia Yan, "Go." ”

The young man could only let out an "oh" helplessly, got behind the counter, and followed the shopkeeper to the back hall.

When Xia Yan was the only one left in the front hall, he finally stopped the movement of his hand and looked at the shadow of the cup in a daze. The night was suddenly quiet, so quiet—he still felt that nothing was real, that everything was like a dream.

Outside the door, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves, which is very rare in such a small alley. As if aware of something, he threw the wrench in his hand one last time into the cup. As expected, the door was pushed open with a "creak", and the light shone on a face that looked a little pale under the hurry.

"You're here. Shen Fengming saw Xia Yan sitting in the hall at a glance, his whole breath seemed to relax, and he pushed the door and walked in. But then he felt a little strange, because although Xia Yan was sitting here, he didn't drink and eat. He didn't do anything, not even a second person by his side.

"I'm waiting for you. Xia Yan didn't move, and his cold eyebrows and eyes showed no joy at all. "I thought you should have arrived two days earlier. ”

"I'd like to get back sooner, but it's not always easy. Shen Fengming smiled twice, walked closer, and okra entered the door behind him. "You received my letter, right?" Shen Fengming looked in the direction of the back hall, "...... Thorn, is she okay?"

Xia Yan couldn't help but show a slight sneer, "What do you say?"

This tone was a little unpleasant, even if it was Shen Fengming, he didn't feel very comfortable. He sat down at his table, "Jun Li, you and me—you don't need to talk like this, do you?" he still said with a sense of resignation, "I'm not just worried about this matter that you are in a hurry to come back, if you need me to explain to the stab in person, I will always ......"

"No need. Xia Yan interrupted him. "I don't think she wants to see you either. ”

"Jun Li?" Okra, who didn't want to interject, couldn't hold back, "I know that if something like this happens, you will feel bad, but we—we are not better than you." Don't be like this, can't you just say something?"

Xia Yan glanced at her. "I do have something to ask him. ”

Okra tasted the meaning in his eyes, bit his lip and sat down with a straight face: "I know everything about this time, even if you ask me, it's the same, you don't need to avoid me." ”

"Yes. Xia Yan had already turned her gaze to Shen Fengming, "Are you sure, she knows everything?"

"What do you want to ask me?"

Xia Yan sneered, "You tell me, who are you who 'thoroughly'?"

This question made Shen Fengming stunned. “...... It has nothing to do with this incident, does it?"

"It's okay?" Xia Yan's voice suddenly rose up, with a strange excitement. "I also hope it's okay, and I also hope that I don't have to ask you about your secrets! But the truth is, I didn't want to die, and Heizhu was so killed and injured because you insisted on going your own way to plot against Cheng Fanghe-you still dare to say that it didn't matter? You promised me when you left that you wouldn't make a move on the Qinglong Sect - you forgot all of them? Or is this actually in your plan-all of this is your intention--you are pushing behind your back!"

"Jun Li," Shen Fengming couldn't help but say, "I really don't understand what you mean. I'm pushing it single-handedly?"

"You don't understand?" Xia Yan sneered, "You died in Remnant Sound Town, at the hands of Gu Shizhong and Cheng Fangyu-don't you want to avenge him? More than that-you still want to destroy the Blue Dragon Sect, and destroy the black bamboo that was taken away by Ling Li back then-I am right? You have been waiting for the opportunity, and you have been waiting for the opportunity to have the status in the black bamboo today, and even the time is coincidental, you have the Demon Sect Yunmeng as your backer." Do you dare to tell me, didn't you go to Hongfu Building that day with the intention of killing Gu Shizhong? You are so at odds with Mas, if you don't have another purpose, you will cooperate with him?—— do you dare to say to me, the mysterious person Shan Jiquan has been looking for is not you? You do everything possible to provoke interests and want to watch the Qinglong Sect and the Black Bamboo fight each other, isn't it because you are thinking about the death of your heart! This time you went to Dongting, of course you refused to let go of the process before you got the opportunity to heal - you deliberately borrowed the hands of Wu Tiantong's three people, just like you borrowed the hand of Mas in the first place- You think that as long as the gods unknowingly finish this murder with a knife, the Qinglong Sect and I are far away in Jiangnan, you just have to make up a reason, and no one will guess the connection behind you. - Worried about me and the thorns?Heh, if it weren't for the fact that you didn't succeed this time, and you killed the unintentional, afraid that I would track it down, afraid that the matter would be exposed, how would you have rushed to explain to me in such a hurry!"

"You say I'm the 'mystery person'? You say I designed Gu Shizhong's death? You said I was worried that the matter would be revealed before I came to you to explain?" Shen Fengming seemed to be stung by these words, and stood up in astonishment, his face was full of disbelief, "Jun Li, I don't know whose words you listened to—I'm just so unbearable in your eyes?"

"Then you deny it. Xia Yan also stood up and looked at him, "Do you have the confidence to deny it, you may give me a self-justifying truth!"

"What is nothing, do you want me to explain the truth of what I said?" Shen Fengming laughed angrily, "Jun Li, all the truth, I wrote it very clearly in the letter. I confess that I deliberately wanted to put Cheng Fang to death—and I don't even want to shirk death unintentionally—but who told you that it must have something to do with the bones? Who told you that I was going to avenge the bones? You have a little proof of those speculations—is it because I know the bones?"

"You can't tell it, can you?" Jun Li only said in a deep voice, "You don't dare to deny it!"

Shen Fengming Huo Ran stretched out his hand to hold down the edge of the table, and leaned forward slightly. "Daoist, let me tell you," he also said in a deep and word by word, "The 'Battle of Shuangqin' is a victory or a defeat, and even the 'gold master' is myself, so I don't have to explain a word to you." You can think whatever you want now, whatever. ”

"You stop. Xia Yan saw him turn around to leave, his body suddenly tensed, "If you don't make it clear, you want to leave?"

Shen Fengming didn't reply.

"Shen Fengming!" Xia Yan had already clenched the scabbard with one hand, and his palms were aching.

Shen Fengming had already opened the door. "I've been on the road for a few days, and I don't want to talk to someone I don't know. He whispered, "When I didn't come." ”

The old wooden door "babbled", opened widely, and closed softly with a "flutter". Shen Fengming's figure then escaped into the dark night outside the door.

"Shen ......" okra subconsciously took two steps over, as if she wanted to stop him, but then stopped. She turned around and looked at Xia Yan, who was still standing on the ground, never chasing and not sitting.

"What do you say...... It's chilling. She looked at him from afar.

Xia Yan looked at her face, as if she was a little surprised. "What do you think...... Am I talking nonsense? Didn't you find him......

"All I know is that he and I have come back from so many days' journey, and he refuses to rest for a moment, and deliberately goes to Niren Ridge to look for you, and when he arrives here, he doesn't even return to his own home, and he is going straight to a drunken pavilion - not all to see you early? Isn't it all because he cares about you and Thorn and worries about you?" Okra gritted her teeth, "But what about you, the first thing you asked when you saw him was why he didn't come back two days earlier." And thou hast asked him with all those wicked words—and thou knowest that he himself was almost killed, and thou hast asked him if he was hurt and how badly he was—and thou hast ever taken him to heart!"

"I also regarded him as a friend, so I asked all those words directly, I just wanted him to make it clear to his face!"

"Are you 'asking'? You are pointing at him without giving him a chance to argue!"

"How can I deny him a chance to argue?" Xia Yan said, "As long as he denies it, I will still believe him—but he doesn't even dare to say it directly!"

"He asked you what happened to the stab, and did you answer bluntly?" said Okra, "you are already in such a tone—is he determined to answer you as you wish, and he will not be angry again?

Xia Yan looked at her, didn't speak for a while, and after a while, Fang said: "Okra, what is the truth, you actually don't know, you must help him speak?"