Autumn, always want to send a little autumn wind.

The leaves are swaying, and the orange trees are shaking their fruits, wafting with the smell of oranges.

The door hadn't opened yet, the sound in the room was very low, Li Qing couldn't hear people's voices, and they didn't make any noise.

The people who went in seemed to be dumb, this was a dumb party, Li Qing's ears were tired, and the baked cakes in his hands had already been eaten into his stomach.

The wine jug was held in his hand, Li Qing looked at the sun, and the sun looked at Li Qing.

The sound of horses' hooves broke Li Qing's sleepiness, and he got up sideways to see that many people had come to the dart game, carrying all kinds of weapons on their bodies.

The door of the dart game was pushed open in an instant, and a group of men wearing hats walked into the dart game, and the rough voice began to sound in the main courtyard, and they were very busy.

It's sure to be an eventful autumn. These people didn't go into the backyard

The door of the room had been opened, and the mute-like person who had entered had now walked out, and Li Qing only saw three people, two bald heads, and a woman.

The guest Li Qing was waiting for did not come out, he didn't seem to like the sound from afar, and Li Qing's figure fell from the roof.

If it was someone else at this moment, he would definitely be stupidly waiting for the fourth person to come out, but Li Qing knew that it was time for him to appear at this time.

If you have to wait any longer, the master will definitely leave, and the purpose of coming here can only be empty-handed, and I can't miss this opportunity again.

"You, why are you still here?" the crow's cry immediately rang out in the backyard.

"I'm already here, what's so strange about this?" Li Qingdao, he glanced at Mengdie, who was surprisingly calm.

The eyes under the bald head didn't blink, she looked at Li Qing who suddenly appeared, just like looking at a man who went home, her eyes were familiar.

And Monk Hua's expression was very complicated, the rosary in his hand was turning rapidly, and his eyes immediately jumped up when he saw Li Qing.

"Li Qing, why are you here? You're a big ghost," Monk Hua jumped under the orange tree.

His eyes were looking everywhere, if someone disturbed Li Qing now, this person would definitely take the opportunity to slip away again.

Li Qing didn't seem to pay attention at all, his gaze looked at the room through the three people, and he only cared about the guests in the room.

"You shouldn't be here?" the crow's voice didn't stop.

"Such good weather, such a good time, don't you like me as a guest," Li Qing replied.

When Monk Hua heard this, he replied faster, "You, aren't you here to find me?"

"Now you are a rabbit, and I am also a rabbit, why should the rabbit be embarrassed by the rabbit," Li Qingdao.

"Rabbit?" Monk Hua was nervous, and he asked faster.

"The rabbits in the eyes of hunters seem to be the same," Li Qingdao.

Through the open door, Li Qing found a young man, sitting in the room, his hands covering his face.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" I don't understand," Monk Hua asked.

"Xiao Daxia has a lot of guests, and now I'm not his guest, and you're not his guest," Li Qing looked at Monk Hua and said.

"Not a guest, but an enemy?" said the flower monk dryly.

"We are not a good enemy, we can only be rabbits in the eyes of hunters," Li Qingdao.

"It's not easy to be a rabbit that can run for your life," replied the flower monk.

"It's said that there are three holes of cunning rabbits, so we can only be rabbits," Li Qingdao, his tone was helpless.

"You're the most cunning rabbit," Monk Hua looked at Li Qing.

"The cunning rabbit has no holes now, it can only be a stray rabbit," Li Qing looked at Mengdie, this girl is very cold now.

"It's a pity you're not our guest now," Dream Butterfly's cold eyes still didn't move, and she just spat out the words with her cold lips.

"The host here is not you, how do you know that I am not a guest?" Li Qing smiled, and he saw that the people in the room did not move.

"I—I just know," Mengdie quibbled.

"The clever Young Master Li knows that you are not the master, why do you have to argue?" the crow was laughing, and the woman was calm and fast.

"They all say that the magpie is good, and now I think this crow is not bad," Li Qing looked at the crow's reaction, the two birds must have a relationship.

Sure enough, Li Qing saw the crow's face stiffen, and then she squeezed out a little smile and said, "Young Master Li, like crows?"

"I like honest crows," Li Qingdao.

"I'm the most honest crow, I'm better than a magpie," the crow laughed.

"It's just that this honest crow never does honest things," Li Qingdao.

"I'm a woman, you know what women do?" the crow held a handkerchief in her hand, and her handkerchief was brought to her chest.

Li Qing just smiled, he didn't dare to say that he knew, but he knew that the crow's handkerchief was not simple, and this handkerchief could charm a man.

The flower monk's eyes looked at the crow's handkerchief like a thief, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes, he was a victim in the sugar gourd.

Li Qing guessed that the flower monk at this moment must have remembered loneliness, loneliness is a swordsman, if he appears here, no one here will speak.

Li Qing stared at the crow and said slowly: "I don't know much about women, but now I know that the owner of the room must be waiting for me." ”

"It's not you he's waiting for," Mengdie still didn't shut up, she seemed to show her presence, she was a reckless girl.

"Surely the person he is waiting for is not me?" Li Qing immediately picked up this sentence.

"Of course," Mengdie said confidently in her performance.

"Self-righteous women are the stupidest in the world," a voice came from the room, and it was also a sigh.

Li Qing has already got his own answer, the owner of this room is not Mengdie, they came here to wait for a person, this person has not appeared yet.

"Young Master Li, you can come in now," the person in the room continued. He was holding a teacup in his hand, which was just blocking his face.

"Standing outside has nothing to do with walking inside," Li Qing said verbatim.

"You don't want to know who I am?" burst out of laughter from behind the teacup.

"Actually, I already know who you are," Li Qinglang said.

"It is said that Lu Xiaofeng, who had four eyebrows in the past, is smart, and now Young Master Li is not inferior at all," the person did not put down the cup, but the tone of his voice began to become gentle.

"Standing outside, we are friends, and when we walk in, we may become enemies," Mr. Li said.

"Now this world is like this, you are Young Master Li standing outside, and the person who comes in can only be Li Qing," Li Qing understood the meaning of this sentence.

His name is very simple, 'Qing' is the 'Qing' of 'liquidation', as long as he approaches this room, he must become Li Qing, the real Li Qing.

What is Friend?

Friend is a rare word, what changes in an instant is friendship, maybe it is still a relative, as long as your position is different, everything will change at any time.

"Smart Young Master Li, I want to ask a question," the person in the room asked.

"As long as I know, I will answer," Li Qingdao.

"What's the most powerful weapon you've ever seen in your life?" asked again.

The rivers and lakes are ruthless, the swords are wandering, Li Qing has seen many weapons, and these weapons are different in everyone's hands.

It's the difference between people.

"I want to know the answer now," Li Qingdao.

"Maybe this answer is cruel, it's not the sword in your hand, it's not the knife in my hand," the people in the room seemed pessimistic.

"What could this be?" Li Qing smiled lightly, the sword in his hand did not move, and his footsteps did not move, he waited for this answer.

"Scheming, only one man's scheming is the most terrible weapon," the man in the room had already flown out, and at the doorway he volleyed over and landed in the courtyard.

The man didn't show his face, he had a ghost mask on his face, he didn't have a sword in his hand, just a teacup that he had just finished drinking.

Li Qing didn't like to see such a face, he had seen such a face in two nights, and the people under this face didn't like others to see their faces at all.

Li Qing turned around, he looked in the direction of the main courtyard, the people who came in still did not enter the backyard, and their voices became louder and louder.

"I don't have a face anymore, so why do I have to pretend to be a ghost?" Li Qingdao said.

"The living, who have their own face? their face is just a skin," came out humane.

Li Qing knew that there were many such skins in the big box in the room, and among them was his own skin, and this skin was the same on anyone's face.

"You seem afraid of seeing me?" Li Qing smiled.

"As if you're not terrible?" came out humanely.

He looked at the sword in Li Qing's hand, this sword was very ordinary, and ordinary swords would be unsheathed at any time.

Fear is just the effect of people's hearts, people with swords in their hands seem to be not afraid of anything, they use swords to give themselves courage, Li Qing knows this truth.

Li Qing raised his head and looked at the main courtyard, the sound in the main courtyard has stopped now, and the footsteps are now starting to walk towards the backyard, and the footsteps are walking very neatly.

Ten big men walked into the backyard, eight of them carrying two large coffins, the paint on which smelled strong.

These are two big red coffins that have just been made, and the people who are at the forefront are actually Shadow and Zhang Fan, who have already taken off the hats on their heads.

The shadow's forehead was sweating, and he looked at Li Qingdao: "I'm too busy, the coffin is not doing well, Young Master Li, forgive me!"

"It's also a home, and his owner will definitely like it," Li Qing said with a smile looking at the coffin.

"Ask its owner, if he doesn't like it, we'll have to do it again," Zhang Fan looked at Monk Hua, who looked at Monk Hua carefully.

Monk Hua felt that his big bald head began to sweat, the weather was really hot today, he wanted to wait for a hint of autumn wind, but unfortunately there was no wind in the courtyard.

Zhang Fan beckoned, Hanzimen put down the coffin, and immediately withdrew from the backyard, they walked quickly, and the sound of horses' hooves was immediately heard outside the dart game.

"It's... Monk Hua asked cautiously.

"With a coffin, there must be a pit to bury it," Shadow said.

"This pit must be dug as best and our guests must be satisfied," Zhang said.

His eyes made Monk Hua tremble, and he looked at Monk Hua's gaze, like an aunt looking at a girl to be married.

This girl must be beautiful,