Regarding Yun Fan's request, Sikong Yujiu of course gladly agreed. Although he didn't know what way Yun Fan had to find Jiang Biling, who was deliberately hidden in such a short period of time, there was no other better way now, he could only choose to believe Yun Fan.

Sikong Yujiu followed Yun Fan's words and came to Shilipo outside Meizhen alone. There he waited for the white ink painting.

Soon after, seeing that the white ink painting was holding Qin Mengyao hostage and slowly coming, for the sake of prudence, the white ink painting stopped at a place five zhang away.

It's just that when he saw Sikong Jiujiu, Bai Mohua obviously didn't believe it, and his deep black eyes locked on Sikong Jiu and fixed on his handsome and extraordinary face. I hope to be able to see something unusual in it.

However, in the end, he was disappointed, and after watching it for a long time, he still didn't find anything, and he finally gave up.

Then, his pupils quickly scanned his surroundings again. To determine whether there is an ambush, I have to say that Bai Mo painted this person is still very cautious!

Seeing this, Sikong Jiu said slowly: "You don't have to look around, Jiang Biling didn't come, only me." ”

"You're quite bold," Bai Mohua raised his eyebrows and sighed, "But it's a pity that when you come alone, you have to end up with two corpses." ”

"I remember you once said that one life for another, then, it is better for me to exchange Qin Mengyao. You let her go, and I'll be your hostage. With the softest voice, Sikong Jiu said words that made Bai Mohua unbelievable.

Qin Mengyao suddenly raised her eyes, staring intently at Sikong Jiu, her eyes moved violently, her heart fluctuated, her eyes were complicated, and she had mixed tastes. The heart lake, which had always been like a stagnant water, was flooded with a strange ripple, and suddenly a strong feeling of happiness and satisfaction of being cared for and loved suddenly gushed out. This feeling has almost never occurred in her life.

And this time, this extremely strange feeling suddenly appeared, but it made her unusually intoxicated and satisfied. Suddenly, I felt a warm current in my heart, it was a warm and happy feeling, and it was faintly mixed with a faint tingling feeling, invisibly, she was very attached to this feeling. And her heart, which has been silent for many years, has been difficult to calm again.

Sikong Jiu looked sideways slightly, and looked at Qin Mengyao, who was quite moved on the side: "You don't need to be moved, our Sikong Jiu has no high hall, no children below, and no worries." Unlike Boss Qin, you still have a son to raise. ”

Bai Mohua was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said: "You are willing to sacrifice for her, what is your relationship with her?"

Sikong Jiujiu said with a smile: "If you ask me about my relationship with her, this is a long story." On the surface, she was the proprietress of the inn where I lived, and I was a little interested in her, but she always looked like she was thousands of miles away, and I didn't even touch her hand. But in reality, her heart and soul couldn't resist me. But that's just wishful thinking on my part!"

"......" Qin Mengyao stood there, her head lowered, her face was embarrassed, she didn't look at him, a flush quietly rose, if she could, she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. At this moment, her heart almost greeted the eighteen generations of Sikong Jiu's ancestors, and she was almost moved by his words, but now it seems that looking at his frivolous and exaggerated, flattering words, and easy-to-come appearance, it is really three sentences that do not leave the bank.

The country is easy to change, and his nature is difficult to change, but now it seems that he is really still a complete gentleman, and he is simply not in shape! This empty man lives up to the name of a playboy, and he is really a master of love! Qin Mengyao couldn't help but secretly think of this, and a deep disappointment appeared in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

After listening to Bai Mohua, he glanced at Qin Mengyao and said slowly: "In this way, do you like her!?"

Sikong Jiu lowered his gaze slightly, and whispered softly: "This question ?!......?"

"Since you like her so much, then why don't you marry her?

The corners of Sikong Yujiu's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a faint mockery, and said: "Whether you like it or not and whether you marry or not are completely different things! You can't be so naïve!?"

"You!"

Hearing this, Bai Mohua was angry, his eyebrows sank suddenly, his face was gloomy like black charcoal, and his eyes staring at Sikong Jiujiu could almost spew fire, and one foot consciously took a step forward. If he could, he would have liked to go up and shave his ears. But immediately, he suddenly realized, he thought of something in an instant, his heart was forced to suppress anger, and the other foot was also stagnant at the same time. Now, he couldn't act so impulsively anymore.

Seeing the white ink painting, Qin Mengyao hurriedly said: "Sikong Gongzi likes to joke all day long, especially when it comes to the relationship between men and women, you don't have to pay attention to it at all." ”

"What are you kidding? What we say is from the bottom of our hearts, heaven and earth can be learned, of course it is serious, very serious! It is extremely serious! It is more real than real money!"

Qin Mengyao: "......" (feeling speechless for a while)

Sikong Jiujiu stared at the white ink painting with burning eyes, and said leisurely: "To be honest, I, Sikong Jiujiu, is merry by nature, seeing a beautiful woman love one, seeing two love a pair, I will never really be emotional about a woman." How could you be like you, for the sake of a mere woman, to die or live, crying and crying, and to this point, you have lost the face of our men!

This sentence, Sikong Jiujiu said word by word is extremely heavy, it is obvious that he did it on purpose, deliberately humiliating the white ink painting, so that he was distracted and chaotic, so that he could achieve the purpose of delaying time, and the opportunity was created and grasped by himself, and he might be able to take advantage of this opportunity to rescue Qin Mengyao.

Sikong Jiujiu has this abacus in his heart!

Sure enough, when Bai Mohua heard this, he immediately became furious: "What did you say?!"

"I said that you are not a man at all, and you are holding a woman hostage to blackmail, and your style is nothing more! What kind of hero is you? No wonder people in the rivers and lakes look down on you!"

Although the white ink painting is already very high, although he has fallen to this point, his pride and dignity are still there, but he cannot be trampled on by outsiders!

Sikong Yujiu's last words of humiliation became the last spark that ignited the anger that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, like the last straw that crushed the camel.

When you can't bear it anymore, you don't need to endure it anymore! Sikong Jiu has already completely angered him! Once the anger in his heart is ignited, it will be like a spark burning the prairie and will be unstoppable, and it will be out of control from now on!

Bai Mo's eyes were cold, his right arm stretched forward suddenly, and Qin Mengyao suddenly felt a dazzling silver light flash in front of him. With the sound of a clear whistle of "sigh", that silver light, with a terrifying cold might, was like a dazzling light that was enough to devour all darkness, and rushed straight to Sikong Jiu with lightning speed!

At the same time, the body of the white ink painting shook suddenly, like a meteor that passed quickly, and went straight to Sikong Jiu.

That silver light is undoubtedly the weapon that has never left the white ink painting, the silver flute. This silver flute, while being a symbol of his status, was originally a musical instrument that pleasing people.

But at this time, it has become a sharp weapon to ask for people's lives! As soon as Bai Mohua made a move, it was such a terrifying killing move that was so unexpected, it was bound to kill the hateful Sikong Jiu in front of him on the spot!

For the sudden attack of the white ink painting, Sikong Yujiu had already taken precautions, after all, the reason why the white ink painting was so impatient to lose his heart was because of him. He obviously did it on purpose, and what he said earlier was a deliberate mockery and a deliberate provocation, so as to lead him to attack, and then fight him himself. The white ink painting is just alone, so it is bound to be a lack of skills, and the two parties cannot take care of it, so that it can not only create a chance for Qin Mengyao to escape, but also use the excuse to drag the white ink painting and complete the things that Yun Fan explained, as long as he successfully finds Jiang Biling, everything can be solved!

Such a wishful thinking of killing two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one stone, is simply perfect!

The corners of Sikong Yujiu's mouth slightly tilted into a conspiracy successful smile, only to see that his expression was calm, and he took a few steps back without hurrying, and then tapped the ground with his right foot, and jumped up by taking advantage of the momentum, perfectly dodging such a terrifying and swift blow from the white ink painting.

After Sikong Yujiu's body flipped a somersault in mid-air, it floated down, falling lightly, and then his feet split openly, and at the same time that his legs were perfectly split, his right hand and arm instantly struck out, only to see that in the wide sleeved robe, with a dazzling flash of light, a short sword about the length of the silver flute painted by white ink appeared on his right hand. Almost instantly, Sikong Jiu stabbed forward with a short sword in his hand, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, his series of movements were like flowing water, clean and neat, without dragging mud and water at all, from completion to finish, it only took a few breaths.

And at this time, the white ink painting also happened to approach Sikong Yujiu. Suddenly, he saw an extra sharp sword in his hand, and this sword was coming towards him, the white ink painting was also quick with eyes and hands, his body suddenly stagnated, jumped into the air, and also turned a somersault in mid-air, which swept straight over the head of Sikong Jiu, and it was extremely easy to avoid Sikong Jiu's moves. Immediately afterwards, his right hand stretched forward, almost perfectly took over the silver flute that had not yet landed at this time, and attacked Sikong Jiu with his backhand.

Sikong Jiu screamed softly, his body seemed to float up with the wind, straight into the sky, and when he rose to a certain height, the short sword in his hand flashed, and suddenly, a milky way-like waterfall appeared in the sky, and it fell straight down to the nine heavens, under the cover of the brush!

The white ink painting is on the side of the foot, the body is half off, the silver flute is lightly wiped in the void like an understatement, and the silver flute is used as a pen, but it is a dignified and upright writing of the word "one"! Although the handwriting is upright, but in the eyes of people who know calligraphy, it can be clearly seen that this pen starts from the front, with the front oblique, the outside is flat and hooked, hidden in the outside, when the pen is closed, faintly to his own arms!

And it is not a block calligraphy, although it looks like the atmosphere is upright, but the changes in it, non-immersive is not enough to confirm!

Seeing this, Sikong Jiujiu couldn't help but show a touch of admiration in his eyes: the white ink painting deserves to be called the [Silver Flute Scholar], and even this trick is a little bookish, and it really deserves its name!