Thunder and lightning flashed across the ferocious mask, and a pair of deep, powerful eyes peeked out from under the mask.

Yan Ruyu held a long sword in his hand, standing on a roof a few miles away from the Wuxiu Wine Shop, and he didn't move even if the wind blew and the torrential rain fell.

The pretty purple cloth held the umbrella to the top of Yan Ruyu's head with his right hand, and held the scabbard with his left hand on his waist, watching Lang Zhong of Izumo Dream Mountain holding Yan Qingming from the wind and rain in the distance.

He said softly: "Childe, now we can rest assured, the second palace master has saved this young master of Youzhou." ”

Yan Ruyu didn't go to see Langzhong passing by from afar, nor did she go to see the endless wine shop. He couldn't see the endless liquor store from where he stood.

He just stared into the distance without moving.

In the distance, except for the wind and rain, only the bleak night remains. Yan Ruyu has a pair of eyes that perceive people's hearts, but Yan Ruyu still can't see through the night, and she can't penetrate the obstacles in front of her.

The world only knows that the Mo Master is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world, but they don't know how depressed this unparalleled son lives and how much unknown helplessness is hidden in his chest.

Yan Ruyu's lips moved slightly under the mask, and he said coldly: "Are you reminding me? Do you think I don't know that you and the Yiren in the dream are twin sisters, and their hearts can be communicated?"

The pretty purple-clothed son knows that the son with an unusual identity is not only as beautiful as jade, extremely handsome, but also gentle and elegant by nature; Now that such cold words are coming out of Childe's mouth, I don't need to think about it to know that I have committed Childe's taboo and made Childe unhappy.

If Childe is not happy, this matter will be self-defeating. If the second house master is not pleasing or not, the pretty purple clothes are the number one scapegoat.

For fear of provoking the fire, the pretty purple clothes lowered their heads and did not dare to answer.

Yan Ruyu turned her head sideways and said coldly again: "Do you think I don't know that you have already revealed my whereabouts to the people of Mengliyi?"

The pretty purple clothes were shocked, and they only felt that the sky was about to fall. His face changed instantly.

wanted to bow down and ask for guilt, but he still had an umbrella at hand, so he had to lower his head and said in a trembling voice: "Childe spares his life, Childe spares his life, Ziyi knows that he is wrong, and he will never dare to do it again in the future..."

Yan Ruyu said: "You are bold, why is there anything wrong?"

The pretty face of the purple clothes was cold all over, and the cold sweat flowed on his forehead: "The purple clothes are wrong to meddle in things that should not be interfered, there are many situations where the son still doesn't know, in fact, the purple clothes... I was forced to do it out of desperation. ”

Yan Ruyu was silent.

The pretty face of the purple clothes hung her head in fear, and even tears were about to flow down from her eyes, and she prayed: "Please don't tell the palace master and grandma about the matter, otherwise the purple clothes will die... It's gone..."

Yan Ruyu slowly turned around, put the long sword against the sheath, glanced at the pretty purple clothes, and then inserted the long sword into the scabbard: "What you have done is not a day or two, if I do this, your life will not be saved now." ”

Hearing this, the pretty purple clothes couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but the deep fear turned into shame little by little. She only knew that Childe had the style of chivalrous benevolence and righteousness, but she didn't know that Childe already knew that she was in the camp of the second palace master.

Full of shame, let the pretty purple clothes see their luck. She can follow Childe's side, stand on Childe's side, accompany Childe to travel all over the world, and hold an umbrella for Childe in the rain, which is unique in ten thousand, which even the three palace masters have never had.

"Thank you, childe. ”

When she woke up, she was a little embarrassed, and she boldly raised her eyes to look at Childe, and said softly: "Don't worry, Childe, Ziyi will not do this in the future..."

She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but she didn't say anything. Her words can only be suppressed in her heart, rotten in her stomach, and she must never say them.

Absolutely no one should be known.

Even if it makes people see it, it can't work.

Otherwise, she would have died in no time.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is famously frightened and frightened, and she comes from the beautiful purple clothes of the Leng Yan Palace who covers the sky with one hand on the rivers and lakes; only she knows how humble and small she is.

Her life may not be as good as a speck of dust.

Yan Ruyu didn't say anything, flicked her sleeves, and floated away, leaving only four words: "Go back to Zuifang Building-"

Pretty Purple didn't immediately catch up.

She stood under the umbrella and looked at the distant figure of Childe, and muttered: "Childe, it is Ziyi who is stupid, Ziyi should not be coerced by her sister and the second palace, Ziyi should only be loyal to Childe..."

Her eyes were beautiful and cold, but now at this moment, her eyes were tender and infatuated.

The muttering grew smaller and smaller, until it was so small that only she could hear it.

"Childe, if Ziyi dies in the future, if he can die bravely, just like those chivalrous... You're going to remember me, you're going to remember me, aren't you?"

Wudang Sword Master is independent at the end of Fool's Street. Tonight, he didn't kill and hurt people's lives, and he avoided a bloody battle without blood, but it was inevitable that he would be trapped in the rivers and lakes.

From the moment he fired his sword at the sound of the sword, it was already inevitable. He ruined the plan to ask the sword, and the ruthless question of the sword could not be as if nothing had happened, and he would definitely seize this opportunity to retaliate.

The most important thing is that the Dao heart of the Wudang Sword Saint changed when he took over the sword move of asking the sword sound. He couldn't devote himself to cultivating the Tao without asking about the affairs of the rivers and lakes as before.

That is, forty years of cultivation, when the clouds and mist are cleared and the sky is blue. Such bold words, how can they just talk?

The helplessness in the nameless heart gradually dissipated silently. Since this is the only way to go, what's the point of embracing it?

It is said that it is in the heart, but people are in the world, but between the rivers and lakes, and the Tao is impermanent, and it can be the Tao everywhere, so how can there be only the same method of concentrating on cultivation?

Nameless frowned, witnessing that the knot that had just been untied was completely relieved, and said to the sedan chair and Mengli Yiren who stopped in the fool's street: "It is a blessing for Youzhou to be able to get the help of Lengyan Palace, and it is also the luck of the entire rivers and lakes. The Nameless Way is to leave for the time being. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his gratitude and jumped onto the eaves. Disappeared into the night rain.

In the dream, Yiren deliberately smiled: "If the nameless sword saint has a time to be free, it is okay to continue to the palace." ”

The nameless who had reached hundreds of feet away replied: "If there is such an opportunity, the nameless way should go there happily." ”

In the dream, Yiren smiled very strangely, and said leisurely: "Waiting for the Sword Saint." ”

Among the ten palace guards of Lengyan Palace, the cultivation of the Yiren in the dream may not be the deepest, and the status may not be the highest, but she must be the most beautiful and incomprehensible.

At the same time, she is also the most understanding of people's hearts and strategies among the ten Ji.

She is a dreamer, she can make people fall into a dream, drunk and die and unwilling to wake up, and she can also kill people in her dreams and destroy people invisibly.

She likes to give people honor and disgrace, tell people to go west and east, and prefers to decide life and death. Especially men.

That attitude of being in control not only gives her a sense of accomplishment and makes her feel like she is the center of the world, but it also excites her and gives her a strange sense of pleasure.

That pleasure makes her twitch, makes her spasm, and drives her crazy. Just like the pleasure of a normal woman from the flesh.

When she said this to the Wudang Sword Saint, it didn't mean anything for the Leng Yan Palace, or to help the Second Palace Master, just to satisfy her vanity out of her interest.

She has destroyed many people, made many people willing to die for her, made many people worse than death, and the walking dead lived, but she has not destroyed a master like Wudang Sword Saint.

She wanted to give it a try.

Asking the sword sound, he heard the Yiren in the dream say this, and followed the words of the Yiren in the dream: "But I don't know when the second palace master and Xianji will be able to have a few days of leisure and enter Tokyo for a while?"

In the dream, Yiren smiled: "Tokyo doesn't match my palace, I'm afraid I don't have this opportunity." ”