On the thirteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the weather is fine.

It was the morning of the next day, and Li Qing was sitting on the second floor of the Yum Casino.

Gamblers in the gambling house only like the night, not the morning, so it is very quiet at the moment.

At the moment of quiet, Li Qing's heart was very chaotic, he didn't have a trace of sleepiness, and he couldn't go to sleep at the moment.

When a person can't sleep, it must be that his mind is too heavy, and such a person will analyze things that others can't think of, from small to large, thoroughly.

Even if it was a chicken he caught, would he eat it for stir-fried or boiled it? He was entangled endlessly, and even when he finished stir-frying and eating, he began to regret that he should eat it boiled.

Although Li Qing's heart was a little chaotic, he didn't have so many thoughts.

In fact, there are only two reasons for him, the first point may not be important, Ning'er hides in her room with Fluttershy, saying the honest things that the girls like to say, no matter how bold he is, he will not dare to appear among them.

The two girls would definitely pluck his ears, and women like to do it when they are happy, and they like to do it when they are unhappy.

A domineering girl will do this, and a gentle woman will do the same, the moment Li Qing thought of Ning Er in his heart, he felt that the sky was blue.

Ah Chen, who was standing beside him, didn't have any fun, he felt that today's weather was lifeless, not good at all.

The sensible Ah Chen, his eyes were red, he was sad all night, he didn't think about sleeping at all this night, and he forgot that people only go to sleep at night.

There is no injury, there is no memory, he thought about it all night, but he didn't figure it out, where did Cui Si go?

He even thought of the last word he had said to Cui Si, the last look.

People always remember the best moment when their friends leave.

This person is definitely not going out to drink, Cui Si is a good man, he never leaves his home, because in his home, there is a woman who needs his protection.

"Young master, where will they go?" The sensible Ah Chen understands everything, but now he doesn't understand this question.

This is the second reason why Li Qing can't go to sleep, the sensible Ah Chen told him everything, Ah Chen didn't find Cui Si, and they disappeared for a night.

"Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley!" Li Qing remembered the words of Heaven and Earth, if Cui Sizhen disappeared, it must have something to do with Purple Butterfly.

"Is that the vicious girl?" Ah Chen would not scold a woman, no matter how angry he was in his heart, the words he said were still civil.

"This girl is very special, and her scheming is indeed very deep. Although Li Qing was reluctant in his heart, he mentioned the purple butterfly again.

But she took Ping'er and Cui Si and his wife.

Now every friend who suddenly disappeared has a relationship with her, and Li Qing can't find any reason in his heart to completely forget this person.

"They have to have a reason to take Cui Si. The sensible Ah Chen still didn't figure it out.

In the face of all this suddenly, Li Qing's eyes once again appeared in front of last night's scene.

The wind is still blowing, and the autumn wind is getting colder.

Zhang Fan's scimitar resembles a crescent moon in the sky, and his hand can break the sword that has been stabbed.

Li Qing was not sure in his own heart, whether he could defeat Zhang Fan in the end, his methods were not slow, this person's sudden change, his old friend didn't seem to be surprised at all.

Li Qing naturally understands the temper of his old friend, and he always thinks about his past friendship when he treats everyone who betrays him. Now that he has come here, he must know that many unexpected things will happen, and in his heart, what should happen will come sooner or later.

Xiao Tears smiled.

This was supposed to be a sad moment, Li Qing looked at him in surprise, he couldn't think of a reason why his friend would suddenly laugh.

After the laughter slowly became indifferent, a cold light flashed in Xiao Tear's eyes, and he said coldly to Zhang Fan: "You remind me of a person. ”

"Who?" Zhang Fan took off the burden and held it in his hand.

"They all like to say that Xiao Li Feidao in the past, the knife is not in vain, and there are many Jianghu guests who died under his knife. Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

"Does it matter?" Zhang Fan didn't understand.

"But I know that Li Tanhua never kills someone for no reason, and the moment he goes out of the knife, there is always a good reason. Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

Zhang Fan's originally calm eyes suddenly revealed a sense of loneliness, and Xiao's tears and blood were like a needle, piercing deep into his heart.

"You've found a good reason now?" Zhang Fan's heart at the moment no one could guess, and he couldn't know what he was thinking.

"I know you're not as good as the other guy, he used to be a man who stood up to the sky. Xiao Tear always said things that no one understood.

"Who?" Zhang Fan asked.

"He also has a quick knife, his knife used to be a nightmare for the people of the rivers and lakes, but his story is admired by the people in the rivers and lakes. Xiao said with tears in his eyes.

There are always countless people in the rivers and lakes who have gone away and left a legend, are they evil or right? Only the living can comment, and the dead no longer have any qualifications.

A man whose heart is full of hatred, his knife is always cold.

Li Qing quickly guessed this person, he was like this last year, and he was the same when he was young, every time he drew his sword, there seemed to be a person standing in front of him.

This man allows himself to carry hatred.

"His knife is indeed fast, his knife is the most ruthless knife, I know who he is. Zhang Fan calmly answered every question of Xiao Tears.

"Do you need a woman by your side, just like Liu Haozi in the West Village?" Xiao Tear did not say the name of the swordsman, this person must be a hero in his heart.

Zhang Fan let out a long sigh and did not answer this sentence.

"There is only one kind of person in the world who can change a man's position. Xiao Tear Blood withdrew his gaze.

"What person?" Zhang Fan didn't hold back and asked quickly.

"Naturally, it is a woman, and only a woman in the world can change a man's position. Xiao said with tears in his eyes. Without waiting for Zhang Fan to speak, he said again: "A man changes himself for the sake of a woman. ”

"This man must be stupid to death, and he can't be a swordsman at all. Monk Hua interrupted him, black rosary beads swirling in his hands.

"You think so too?" Xiao Tear was not angry, and said to Monk Hua.

"I've always understood this truth, and I know more than anyone else. "Flower monk said.

"Why?" Xiao asked with tears in his eyes.

"I live in a pile of women, and if I didn't understand this, I wouldn't be alive today. "The reason for the flower monk is simple.

Wanhualou is the place with the most women, if his position changes with women, he will definitely encounter a lot of trouble every day, and such a man will definitely not live today.

He is supposed to be a monk of wise words.

At this moment, Zhang Fan sighed again.

This time he was not for the flower monk, but definitely for himself.

At a certain point, people will always regret some of their actions, whether it is a youthful impulse or not.

"I want to try your sword, how fast is it?" Zhang Fan said to Li Qingdao.

"Do you care about my sword?" Li Qing's heart moved silently, did he have the same purpose as Liu Haozi?

"I specially made this iron glove for your sword, the Flying Sword Messenger, but his luck is not very good. Zhang Fan's hand was placed in the baggage.

Hidden in this burden is his scimitar, and his scimitar is like a broken crescent.

The man slowly walked to the open space in front of the wooden house, where three people had died, and his eyes did not move, staring at the sword in Li Qing's hand.

Li Qing was really speechless, the moment this sword was unsheathed, he definitely couldn't be alive, no matter what Zhang Fan's past was, but here, Li Qing was still a little hesitant.

The hand burst out of the burden, and the moment a light flashed, Li Qing's hand pulled out the sword.

The moment Li Qing took out his sword, he only had one thought, Zhang Fan's scimitar was very special, and his hands were also very special, and his fingers would definitely not be able to hold this scimitar.

Moreover, his fingers will fly out of a section, which is Zhang Fan's lethal weapon, and it is only by cutting off his arm that he can break his iron glove.

Li Qing's figure fluttered, and the unsheathed sword struck out sideways.

The moment the scimitar slid by, Li Qing's sword reached Zhang Fan's arm, and Zhang Fan's arm seemed to be about to be retracted, at this time he must have wanted to grab Li Qing's sword with his iron hand.

But before his fingers could be stretched out, the man suddenly straightened up.

A kind of pain at the time of death appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

No one had any reason to doubt the owner of this short sword, Li Qing didn't expect that at the moment when he took out the sword, a short sword would be stabbed out silently.

A short, delicate sword was inserted deep into Zhang Fan's back, revealing only the hilt.

The sword was a lethal short sword, and although no one spoke anymore now, the instantaneous turn of events immediately stunned everyone present.

Zhang Fan didn't have any words, only fear and surprise, he never dreamed that at this moment, someone would attack him silently from behind.

All Zhang Fan's pain was on this silent sword, and at the same time, Li Qing heard Monk Hua's sigh: "This sword hasn't killed people for a long time." ”

"You?" Zhang Fan struggled with pain.

"I still want to make him an old friend. This is the voice of Monk Hua, and Monk Hua said calmly.

"But you betrayed him too?" Zhang Fan was looking for an explanation, and he wanted to know why he was killed.

"Now I seem to understand that an old friend is good, and a person should not betray his good friend. Although there is a kind of irony in Monk Hua's words, it is also true.

When a person walks at the end of the road, the person who walks beside him must be a friend, and this friend is sometimes more loyal than his wife.

As soon as the words fell, the rosary in the flower monk's hand had already dispersed, and a woman's scream broke the night in the suburbs.

The figure of the poisonous spider was like a maple leaf blown by the wind, quickly drifting towards the suburbs, and here she was left with an eventful woman, and there were a lot of men here.

The only way to like a fickle woman is to run away, and no man here likes her, and the man who likes her dies in a moment.

Perhaps this is a woman's greatest sorrow in a moment!

There are so many questions in her heart, and being alive at this moment is her greatest hope.

However, hope sometimes comes and goes!