In the second half of the night, the Zhulu Academy was quiet. In the three hundred and six houses, only a few faint lights could be seen dancing in the dark night.

The cold wind was blowing outside, with a slight chill.

Inside, Zhao sat outside the window, the moonlight shining on his robe. He looked at the old trees standing in the academy, the season is winter, these old trees are more tenacious than those new green.

Zhao Xian smiled faintly, he stood up, and said to the no-man's land outside: "Since the seniors are here, please take a seat." It's not early, don't disturb the students, they still have classes tomorrow. ”

I only heard a cold snort, and a gust of wind rushed towards Zhao Xian, rolling up his blackhead with white hair.

When the hair returned to its place, there was a man in the room with a hat, his face could not be seen clearly, and he was holding a hookless bamboo pole in his hand.

He stood here like this, the moonlight outside the window draped over his back, a little more mysterious.

Seeing this man, Zhao Xian's eyes widened slightly. He hurriedly said: "The predecessors suddenly came to the cold courtyard today, which really made the cold courtyard shine. ”

His words are by no means so-called polite words, you must know that the sloppy person in front of him is indeed a real Chengxi Wuji Grandmaster

Drunk and lying next to the river, the man who is known as the fisherman, is one of the most promising candidates in the world to climb the legendary realm of sea immortals.

The sudden visit of such a character made Zhao Xiang feel even more uneasy.

In this world of the jungle, it's not enough to be smart. Even if you are a brilliant talent, people can easily slap you to death, what is the use of a talent like you.

The fisherman didn't care about Zhao's concerns, he walked around the small bookstore, looking east and west. Finally, he stopped in his window seat.

It can be seen in the moonlight, and it is a neatly arranged chessboard. The fisherman waved his finger lightly, and this book house seemed to have a sudden spirituality.

He gave him a look, and the chessboard moved. He took a step and the chair moved. He sat down, and the chair landed right on top of his ass. He lowered his eyelids slightly, and the chessboard was clearly laid out in front of him.

And opposite him, there was an unmanned chair, and behind the chair stood Zhao Xian with complicated eyes.

He tapped lightly on the board, making a slight crunch. Zhao Xian honestly sat down, and the moment he took his seat, the fishing man had fallen on the plate, and Zhao Xian hurriedly caught up with the son.

The crisp sound of a son falling on the chessboard fell in this small academy, and the sound was continuous and uninterrupted.

Outside, the moon is high and there is occasionally a cool breeze.

Inside the house, the chess game has been decided, and Zhao's hand has trembled so much that it can't be seen. His eyes were hollow, he looked down at the chessboard, and did not say anything for a long time.

The fisherman is long gone.

On the chessboard, the sunspot that Zhao was concerned about was only led by the nose of the fisherman's white son from beginning to end. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of the situation that the angler had set up.

It's like a doll encountering a strong man's powerless chicken.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhao Xian suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter is loud and heartbreaking. With a flick of the big hand, the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, and the black and white children fell in this book house, and the chessboard was broken in half.

Zhao Xian straightened the chair, sat on the chair, closed his eyes and waited.

The moonlight was hazy, and Zhao was like a jade-white sculpture, sitting quietly in this study room.

His fists clenched at some point.

The stars and rivers in the sky converged, and in the other corner of this deer city, Gu Sheng Wang Zhen, who was dressed in black, and an old beggar in tatters sat under the house, admiring the beautiful moon and blowing a cool breeze. The two sighed at the same time, it was really a long time since they had been so leisurely.

"It's a beautiful night. Gu Sheng Wang Wangyue sighed, the black clothes reflected the light of the stars, and he looked at the old beggar beside him who snorted coldly.

The old beggar didn't pay much attention to him, and he buried his head in the sky. After watching quietly for a while, he said lightly: "In the past few years, you have also been very bitter." ”

"Compared to the general's situation, I am in heaven. Gu Sheng Wang shook his head and replied.

The old beggar smiled in the night, looked at his withered body, and pointed at King Gu Sheng, he said, "That's not what I meant. My suffering, which is in this mortal body, is not bitterness. And you, King Gu Sheng, are reaping spiritual suffering. My suffering is temporary, and your suffering is for a lifetime. ”

King Gu Sheng stopped talking, and he didn't think much about this old beggar. He looked at the deserted street, and came to admire the moon on a winter night, and it was estimated that only the two of them could do it with a different brain and ordinary people.

There was the sound of fighting on the other side of the street, and King Gu Sheng and the old beggar didn't pay much attention to it. They look at me, I look at you, but they don't speak. The old beggar was in a hurry, and King Gu Sheng was having fun.

"King Gu Sheng, you really can't die well. The old beggar held back for a long time, and couldn't help but scold King Gu Sheng.

King Gu Sheng still ignored him, and didn't even look at him, which made the old beggar angry. He pointed at Gu Shengwang is scolding, from the past to the present, Gu Shengwang smiled faintly, and he had the demeanor of a gentleman who does not argue with villains.

The old beggar knew what King Gu Sheng was thinking, and he closed his mouth.

The scolding of this street has finally come to an end temporarily.

And at this moment, the street trembled, and woke up the old beggar who was about to fall asleep. The old bones were about to be broken, and the old beggar felt that this breath was very familiar. After a closer look, I was shocked, this is the Zhao family's seven unique steps. He pointed at King Gu Sheng again and scolded, this King Gu Sheng is really not a thing, he doesn't teach so much kung fu, but teaches the young mansion master such filthy martial arts.

With this scolding on the street, Gu Shengwang wanted to explain, but he thought about the character of this old beggar, and he didn't bother to explain.

This is a seven-step process, King Gu Sheng really didn't teach Shen Qingwen, and he didn't have the ability to teach Shen Qingwen. Kung fu that he has never knew, if he told this old beggar, according to his temper, he would definitely say that he can't do such simple kung fu, what ability does he have to teach the young mansion master, what ability does he have to say that he will recover the Shen Mansion, and then come to the end, King Gu Sheng, you are really not a thing.

Gu Shengwang, who even guessed what he scolded, would never do such a thankless thing. He crossed his hands in his cuffs, and his face was full of a leisurely look, and he didn't care.

The old beggar, who had been scolding for a while, also shut up. Even if you scold yourself, you can enjoy it alone, and if the other person doesn't pick up, the fun will be half less. Coupled with things like the other party being Gu Shengwang, the fun should be reduced by half.

The sound of a sword roar came, and Gu Shengwang still had a relaxed look on his face. He seemed to be able to see the scene of the fight across the street. The old beggar was lying on the chair and falling asleep, and he could see Shen Qingwen draw his sword in his dream.

Just when Gu Shengwang felt that this plan had been accomplished, he really planned to call it a day. A gong woke up the sleeping old beggar.

The old beggar and Gu Shengwang glanced at each other, Gu Shengwang felt that the sound of the gong was not ordinary, but the old beggar felt that the sound of the gong was very noisy.

However, the two of them were also sleepy, they were very confident in Shen Qingwen, and they didn't care about this troublesome matter.

The old beggar fell asleep on the chair again, and King Gu Sheng leaned back on the chair, looking at the sky, and was in a trance.

The sound of this damn gong also made Zhao, who had been sitting for a while, worried. When he opened his eyes, he first noticed that his hands had condensed into fists at some point, and he sighed lightly, and his hands loosened slightly.

He wanted to go out to get some air, and as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Lan Shuxiang with a panicked face. Seeing Lan Shuxiang, Zhao was surprised and surprised. Touching Lan Shuxiang's sweaty face, he looked at him for a long time, and after confirming that he was a living person, Zhao Xian let go of his hand.

Lan Shuxiang didn't bother to care what Zhao was doing, so he pulled Zhao Xiang into the study house. As soon as the door was closed, Lan Shuxiang told Zhao about what had happened all night.

Lan Shuxiang has a problem, that is, when people are in a hurry, they are not good at talking. Seeing that he was really in a hurry, Zhao Xiang smiled and asked Lan Shuxiang to speak slowly. And how could Lan Shuxiang, who was so anxious, pay attention to Zhao's concern, who still didn't know the severity, he tried his best, and even used body language. On one side is ten sentences of language that I can't understand one sentence, and on the other hand, there are stiff and comical movements, which can amuse Zhao Jiao.

Lan Shuxiang looked at Zhao who was laughing, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he hurriedly found something in this study room.

Lan Shuxiang stopped at Zhao Xian's desk, he didn't even sit down when he picked up the pen, and hurriedly wrote down a full half page.

Zhao was interested, but also puzzled. He approached to see what kind of medicine was sold in this orchid book incense gourd, and as soon as he approached, the four big characters of the orphan of the Shen Mansion stopped him.

When the night was at its thickest, he finished reading what Lan Shuxiang had written, and he also knew the whole story.

His smile had long faded, and he was standing in front of the window looking at the moon, his face was not very good-looking.

At the same time, Shen Qingwen, who was dressed in green clothes, sat on the roof of Liuxian Tower, also looking at the bright moon hanging high.

The wind blew his green clothes. Fox Jiuli appeared beside him like this wind.

She is still the same as usual, beautiful and sexy with a terrifying demon atmosphere. Shen Qingwen looked at this beautiful fox demon and said lightly: "Sister Jiuli, I killed someone again today." ”

Hu Jiuli didn't know how to answer him, she was a great demon who had lived for a hundred years. There are countless demons and people who have died at her hands. However, when asked by Shen Qingwen, she was also curious about what it was like to kill someone for the first time.

"You know what, I don't want to kill. But today is different, those people I had to kill. Shen Qingwen's head was buried between his legs, Hu Jiuli's eyes widened, and his beautiful eyes were in disbelief, this was Shen Qingwen, who was frightened in Zhulu City, and Shen Qingwen, who was still unfazed just now, was now trembling like a lost child.

"I really don't want to kill, I can't help it, I can't ...... it"

Shen Qingwen kept repeating these words, and his deep eyes were full of confusion.

Hu Jiuli was also sad when he looked at it. She stretched out the white tail behind her and wrapped Shen Qingwen in the middle, which might make him feel better.

The sky is shining brightly, pointing forward.

Everyone knows that he is an orphan of the Shen Mansion and the only remaining hope of the Shen Mansion. Knowing that he was a genius, he stepped into the ranks of patio masters early.

But no one knows

Shen Qingwen is just a child

It's just a seventeen-year-old kid