People who know Monk Hua think that he is a good shopkeeper.

Because the good shopkeeper is the big shopkeeper of Wanhualou, he has a lot of friends, many of them are like guests who come to Wanhualou to have fun, and they always come and go all year round.

Every day, different guests come and go here, but different guests have the same purpose, to send silver to Wanhualou, and they have all seen the rosary in the hand of the flower monk.

But no one knew that this good shopkeeper would have a sword, and a short sword.

The shadow had never heard Xiao Tears and Blood say, and he hadn't seen it himself, and the moment the dagger slashed across his chest, the shadow knew that he had made a mistake.

The weapon of this flower shopkeeper is not the rosary in his hand, but the sword he hid, and this sword is the lethal weapon of the flower monk.

Such a dagger can be hidden in a boot, or in a sleeve, or even in his own arms, he is the great treasurer, and no one dares to search his body.

The shadow looked at the short sword in Monk Hua's hand, and lifted the sword in his hand, the unsheathed sword had no room to be recovered, and Monk Hua's laughter was extremely sinister.

Shadow always has a question that he doesn't understand, this person is Xiao Tear's friend, everyone should know his martial arts, this person can hide himself so deeply?

With a few simple moves by Monk Hua, the shadow has already seen it, this person's martial arts are unfathomable, and the rosary in his hand has done his best.

At this moment, he still has a short sword in his hand, this is his weapon, his own sword may not be able to pass this short sword?

The shadow looked at the flower monk who was standing up straight at this moment, this person's face was full of sinister smiles, he held the short sword in his hand, and his figure was on the ground.

The figure did not move, and the short sword in his hand did not stab out for a long time.

Only one voice said slowly: "You are not my opponent, you can go." ”

The word 'go' is very simple, but in the rivers and lakes, the shadow knows the meaning of this word.

The shadow was very puzzled by Monk Hua's intentions, and he lost his voice and said, "You, why didn't you kill me?"

"Why should I kill you?" said Monk Hua.

"I'm defeated," Shadow's sword slowly lowered.

"Knowing that you have lost, you still don't leave?" Monk Hua suddenly said sharply.

Shadow's face turned pale and weak, and he turned and walked out slowly, not leaving a word behind, his sword dragging on the ground.

The man has no strength, and the sword has no brilliance at this moment.

The shadow's mission seemed to have been completed at this moment, and he even ignored Zhang Fan, who was watching him at the scene, his heart was really broken?

The road of the swordsman is the road of the rivers and lakes, without the rivers and lakes, there will be no swordsmen, a swordsman puts down the sword, and there are no rivers and lakes in his world.

"Shadows have never failed," Zhang Fan sighed.

"No one who is conceited has ever failed, it's just that the time has not come," Monk Hua looked at Zhang Fan.

There were only these two people in the courtyard, and there were two coffins.

A woman was already lying in a coffin at the moment.

The door did not open, and the story outside the door was only known to Monk Hua and Zhang Fan.

At this moment, there was no one in the room, and the moment Li Qing walked into the room, the window had already opened.

The Ghostface's mask was already on the table, and a figure appeared in the woods outside the window, holding a sword in his hand with a black scabbard.

A sneer came to the room through the window, and the room was filled with this kind of sound, and Li Qing felt particularly harsh.

Li Qing didn't go out, he sat down at the table in the room, and his shadow appeared in the mirror of the dresser. He looked in the mirror and stroked his beard and hair, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea was lukewarm, Li Qing tasted the tea, his eyes looked at the people outside the window, and said, "You should walk in." ”

"It's a beautiful weather outside now, Young Master Li should come out," the voice outside the window was laughing.

"You can sit down and talk slowly in the room, why do you have to stand outside?" Li Qing said slowly.

"You don't want to draw your sword?" the eight words, word by word, drifted into the room, each carrying a heavy enough weight.

"I've found you, and I know who you are, that's enough," Li Qing raised his voice to let his voice come out of the room.

"You don't see my face and you know who I am?" was a startled voice.

"If there was only one dream butterfly, I wouldn't know, but now there is a crow and a flower monk, I already understand," Li Qing smiled.

Smart people are very confident, and confident people will make very low-level mistakes, and low-level mistakes are made by high-level people.

This law has been continuing, but there are still people who don't believe it, Li Qing heard that there was no longer a voice to speak, only a moment of silence.

"I know you're Abin, don't you want to see me?" Li Qing said again to the window.

"Young master, how do you know it's me?" the man outside the window confessed, and his voice was startled.

The man came to the window in the blink of an eye, the man came into the room through the window, and the man who came in had a sword in his hand, and he did not raise his head, he looked down at the ground.

This person is like a child who has made a mistake, he is afraid to see his parents, he seems to be nervous to death now, but unfortunately Li Qing did not ask for his life.

Li Qing looked at Abin who came in, he only knew the name of this person, and the first time he appeared was on the way to find Ping'er.

It's a pity that what Li Qing saw was a fake Ah Bin, this Ah Bin liked his back hall, and the adventure of a crab changed everything.

In the back hall, he became another person, this person was Yang Chun, Li Qing felt that his head was very dizzy, and these ghost people were all very strange.

Li Qing didn't answer this sentence, he looked at the sword in Ah Bin's hand, and indifference returned to his face again, the corners of his mouth seemed to have a smile, but it was an indifferent smile.

"It is said that the young master is very smart, and now I finally understand a truth," Abin regained his composure, and he tried to speak in a calm tone.

Li Qing's eyes rolled, and a smile appeared on his face again, he smiled and said, "You understand a truth?"

"If you want to hide yourself, don't be too arrogant, and don't meet the young master," Abin said.

"A person who is unwilling to see me with his true face, he must have a very weak heart, and the person who can make the crow and the flower monk obey the order, his identity in the ghost must not be ordinary," Li Qingdao said.

"This, I didn't expect," this is the already missing Ah Bin, he likes to hang his face, he raised his head.

"You used to be a person from the Bloody Clothes Gate, and you were afraid to see me, so you wore a mask," Li Qingdao.

"I... "Abin is in the middle of a stammer.

"It was the crow that bought you," Li Qingdao.

"Young Lord. . . Abin's face was sweating.

"You should have a knife in your hand, why a sword?" asked Li Qing.

There was an indescribable change in Ah Bin's face, he tried to keep himself calm, and his expression did not escape Li Qing's eyes.

Li Qing said again: "You were originally very smart and talented, and you still had a good knife in your hand, but you chose a path that you were unwilling to take." ”

"Am I on the wrong path?" Ah Bin suddenly raised his voice, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he said with tears: "Who paved my road?"

The room was silent again.

Li Qing looked at Abin for a long time, he had heard of this story, this was the tragedy of a swordsman, and this story had passed for a long time.

"You already know your past?" Li Qing asked slowly.

"You think you can hide it from me, think I'm stupid?" Abin was excited.

"No one thinks like this," Li Qing knew that this sentence was very contrary to his will.

It took him fifteen years of waiting to go to the Western Regions to complete his old grudge, and Abin in front of him is his shadow, and he already knows his past.

"What you choose now is revenge?" asked Li Qing.

"I know I can't kill him, but I'll do everything my own way," Abin's tone was full of hatred.

"So you pretended to be everyone you were familiar with?" Li Qing felt a little sour in his heart.

"Let everyone hate each other, let everyone live in hatred, and they will definitely try their best to get rid of each other," Abin looked vicious.

This was a terrible purpose, this was a distorted mind, and for the first time, Li Qing felt his back sweating.

"Are you the 'razor' of the Knife Messenger?" Li Qing sighed, he didn't want to mention this name, this is the ghost person, this person Xiao has been looking for a year in tears.

"The sword is ruthless, the calligraphy and painting are fragrant, we are just a one-person messenger," Abin slowly lowered his head, he did not refuse his identity.

"Your knife?" Li Qing wanted to know where his knife was.

"Why should I use a knife?" Abin asked rhetorically.

Li Qing was stunned, and rubbed his nose with his hand, a knife messenger must use a knife? He remembered Su Hai, Su Hai used a paintbrush, he must be a painting messenger?

There is also a magpie, and this magpie actually uses a woman's favorite eyebrow pencil.

This is a very ordinary room, has this Abin been hiding here? Li Qing chose to be silent, he knew that Abin would tell him the answer.

"The clever young master is very smart, I live here," Abin said again.

"You're not the only one living here?" Li Qing coughed, and he looked at the dresser.

"How do you know?" Abin asked as quickly as he could.

He couldn't believe that this Li Qing could observe so carefully, and he didn't let go of every detail.

"There's still a woman living here," Li Qing's eyes didn't leave the dresser, he knew that this woman should come in.

"How do you know?" A surprised Abin asked again.

"A dresser mirror, it looks ordinary, but it was made so big to take care of two people, this woman is not very tall. Li Qing laughed.

"It's that simple?" Abin didn't believe Li Qing's judgment.

"This woman has developed a habit in Wanhualou, she likes to look in the mirror," Li Qingdao.

This is a woman's habit, women like to look in the mirror, and a woman who looks in the mirror will definitely polish the brightest place that can be reflected on herself.

Abin looked in the mirror and shook his head, he saw this woman's mistake, this mistake was indeed a headache.

The door was pushed open again, and Li Qing saw the woman, which was exactly what he thought.

This is a pair of hard-working people, and hatred has made their hearts perverted.