The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the city of Yueyang is already quiet. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info was on that empty street, Xian Jingyue and Yan Sidao walked side by side, silent with each other.

In the private house behind the tea shed, the girl known as the "Rose Thorn" almost fainted on the spot when she learned that the words in front of her were the culprits who had made Mo Hanshan retreat so far. She said that she would not share a room with this "master enemy" and insisted on choosing to leave. Xian Jingyue saw that her legs and feet were inconvenient, and she seemed to have some minor injuries on her body, so in the middle of the night, how could she rest assured that she was a weak woman on the street?

Since the girl did not want to be with the enemy, and could not let her leave alone in the middle of the night, she had to go by herself. At that moment, Xian Jingyue had to say goodbye to the girl, and came out of the room with words and thoughts, and walked side by side on the empty street.

Xian Jingyue was already silent, and often couldn't say a few complete words throughout the day, and Sidao just smoked dry tobacco along the way, one pot after another kept puffing out smoke, and didn't speak, so the two of them were silent and silent so far.

In the private house behind the tea shed, Xian Jingyue heard the conversation between Yan Sidao and the Mo family's rose thorn with her own ears, and couldn't help but feel more and more confused about the depth of this speech.

At that time, in the face of the rose thorn, Yan Sidao pretended to be a white-haired old man, and called himself an "old man", so when he admitted that he was the old man of Mohan Mountain, the girl didn't think so, but Xian Jingyue had doubts because of his age.

You must know that this Yan Sidao has always been shown to people after the disguise, and the appearance is ever-changing, although he has not seen his true face of Lushan, but he also knows intuitively that this Yan Sidao is at most a young man, and his age may be more than thirty years old, but it is definitely impossible to exceed forty. If it was according to him and Rose Thorn, ten or twenty years ago, he was only a teenager, how could he subdue the long-famous Mo Han Mountain on the Jiayu Pass of the Great Wall, and force Mo Han Mountain to make an agreement to face the Tianshan Mountain?

Seeing that the words and thoughts were already the third pot of dry tobacco in succession, the expression on his face became more and more heavy, and he seemed to have encountered a great problem. Xian Jingyue finally couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?"

I thought that this Yan Sidao City Mansion was very deep, and most of his own questions were mostly perfunctory, but as soon as the words fell, Yan Sidao did not hesitate, and replied with his mouth: "The Mo Zhi guards the world, and now that the Mo Shi has appeared in Yueyang, he naturally has made a covenant with people to protect him." Just now, I tried with words, looking at the little girl's expression, most of the things she wanted to protect in Yueyang were related to Jiang Wangcai. Right now, since we have to deal with Jiang Wangcai, we have to figure out all the people and things related to Jiang Wangcai, so along the way, I'm thinking about what kind of protection covenant has been made between the Ink Rose Thorn and Jiang Wangcai?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but take a puff of dry smoke, but said with a smile: "Brother Jingyue doesn't have to be nervous, this time our opponent, after all, is only Jiang Wangcai alone." Others, if not friends, are neutrals who swing on either side of the wall. There is a saying that 'join hands with good friends and win over the neutrals', and what we need to do is to unite them all and work together at a critical moment to point the sword at Dongting Lake." Wouldn't it be stupid for me to beat them as enemies with a stick just because they had an affair with that Jiang Wangcai in the past or in the present?"

Hearing this, Sidao was so honest with himself, Xian Jingyue just nodded slightly, as if she was very pleased, but she didn't answer. Yan Sidao beside him sighed, and said, "It seems that I am talking too much, and I still leave the matter of using my brain to me." Brother Jingyue, tomorrow we will go to Dongting Lake, to the covenant of Chenghao's mountain worship, and then we will rely on your divine might. At this moment, the night is late, and we should rest early. ”

Xian Jingyue thought about it for a while, and was reminded by Yan Sidao, only to remember the appointment between him and Lu Chenghao to worship the mountain in Dongting Lake tomorrow, and his heart couldn't help but sink. At that moment, Yan Sidao had knocked on an inn on the side of the road, and shouted to the sleepy-eyed shopkeeper to ask for two upper rooms. Xian Jingyue still had the heart to rest at this moment, and as soon as he entered the room, he hurriedly seized the time to cross his knees and exercise to evenly adjust the internal breath of his body.

Xian Jingyue's knife technique is to control with murderous aura, and kung fu focuses on spirituality. In less than a moment, he had regained his vigor. When he finished his exercises, he was immediately refreshed, and the wound on his chest left by the Zen master had also been scarred, so he changed into a clean white coat and pushed the door out. But seeing a line of fish and white belly in the sky, it was almost midnight, and there were only less than two hours left to worship the mountain as agreed.

It seems that Yan Sidao has never rested at all, and at this moment he is pretending to be the old poor and sour appearance of "Mr. Xiao", sitting in the lobby of the inn and smoking dry tobacco, with half a bowl of leftover gruel in front of him, and a plate of steamed buns with different meat and vegetables. Seeing that Jingyue came out first, he beckoned: "Brother Jingyue is early." ”

Xian Jingyue nodded, and also sat down at the table where Yan Sidao was. At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and there were only two of them in the lobby of the inn, except for the sleepy-eyed shopkeeper lying on the side. Xian Jingyue didn't say much at the moment, first ate a meat bun, and then filled a bowl of fragrant gruel, and was about to raise the bowl to the entrance, when suddenly I felt a huge shock in my heart, and a trace of fear burst out for no reason.

Yan Sidao didn't feel the slightest abnormality, seeing that Xian Jingyue's face on the other side suddenly turned pale, and a bowl of gruel kept bubbling in his hand as if it was boiling, and he couldn't help laughing: "Could it be that Brother Jingyue still remembers your Miss Xie San who has not passed through the door, so his spirit is a little bad?"

Hearing the words and thoughts, he made a joke, and Xian Jingyue didn't dare to be distracted to answer for a while. At the moment, he just stared at the outside of the store, and suddenly threw away the bowl of gruel in his hand, and poured it all over the table, and his right hand had pressed down on his waist.

Yan Sidao knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly followed Xian Jingyue's gaze to look outside the store. But as the sky gradually brightened, there were already scattered pedestrians on the street, clearly preparing to do business in the morning market. Among the pedestrians on the street, there were two figures, one tall and one short, clearly solidified, gradually getting bigger and bigger, and it was actually two people, one tall and one short, who were walking towards the inn where Xian Jingyue and Yan Sidao were at an extremely slow speed.

I saw these two figures walking slowly from far and near, as if waiting for a reincarnation, which was indescribably long. When they came to the door of the inn, Yan Sidao narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, only then did he realize that the two figures were an old man and a young girl.

Xian Jingyue's eyes were staring at the tall and thin old man at the moment, and the original fear in his heart was like ripples on the surface of the water at this moment, which had gradually spread. It is necessary to know that the essence of his knife technique lies in the word "murderous aura", as long as the killing intent is a lifetime, the murderous aura will come out, and the different controlled by the murderous aura will be unstoppable everywhere the gods and Buddhas go. However, at this moment, this old man was clearly coming at him, but Xian Jingyue didn't even have the slightest killing intent in his heart, let alone use killing intent to generate murderous aura.