It was night, and the moonlight hung high in the nine heavens, obscured by dark clouds. Shen Qingwen stood in his room in Liuxian Tower, staring at the spacious and uninhabited street, imagining a moonlit day.

Thunder rolled overhead, and a flash of lightning flashed, bringing a brief moment of light. Shen Qingwen in the room seemed to smile, and only coldness remained in his deep eyes. The sudden wind blew his black hair and clothes, and Shen Qingwen wiped the drips of rain from his face.

Reaching out of the window, the palms of my hands stained with a little rain. Shen Qingwen looked at the raindrops falling in his hand, this raindrop is interesting, but his small body can reflect the entire Zhulu City clearly.

Closing his hand and returning to the window, his hand was still clean, Shen Qingwen looked at the sky. Thinking that the day was not dark enough, the thunder was not loud enough, the rain was not strong enough, and the wind was not cool enough, he still had to wait.

Wait for a lightning flash and thunder, wait for a raging storm.

Shen Qingwen stretched his waist, and wanted to breathe in his mouth, but the anger never came out of his mouth, and he was very uncomfortable.

In fact, in the evening, the rain stopped for a while, and the streets did not show too much vitality because of the rain stopped.

Shen Qingwen felt a little regretful.

Unfortunately, the door of the house was pushed open, and Li Changan, a scholar dressed in white, entered the door. Holding a candle in his hand, the flamelight dancing in the heart of the candle, Shen Qingwen squinted. Li Changan smiled slightly, put the candle on the table, he was very careful, and gently brushed off the dust on the table when he put it.

Sitting on the chair in the room, the two of them didn't speak, Li Changan suddenly felt a little thirsty, he picked up the teapot and thought for a while, and then put it down. Shen Qingwen was puzzled by his move, Li Changan held the patterned teacup and asked Shen Qingwen, "Brother Shen, Brother Zhang Qian and Miss Xin'er have already set off." ”

Shen Qingwen, who was leaning in front of the window, hummed lightly, held his chin, his eyes were slightly downward, and the two closed their mouths very tacitly.

Outside the window, the wind was stronger, the rain was heavier, and the thunder was louder. Shen Qingwen stretched his neck, it was really unbeautiful to be hit by raindrops on his neck in winter. He looked at Li Changan, who was smiling slightly, pretended to cough, and walked to another chair.

Sitting on the chair, Shen Qingwen looked at the windows that were crunched by the strong wind.

A flash of lightning flashed away, illuminating the room.

Shen Qingwen was slightly lazy, and Li Changan sat upright. They are all waiting, just waiting for things or people, which may be different.

The rain outside was heavy, and the sparse noise was connected into a line, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the sound of rain or the wind, but the sound of thunder could still distinguish one or two.

With a bang, the sky seemed to explode, and many figures stood on the streets.

On one side, they were all dressed in water-dyed white, and they were holding rain paper umbrellas in their hands, quietly standing in the rain curtain as if they were sculptures. The leader is Lin Derong, who has a mustache and stands in the rain with a long knife.

The other half were soldiers in iron armor with cold tears in their eyes. The little four horsemen stood in front of them at this time, their hands clenched unconsciously.

The two sides are like this, standing in a row opposite each other.

On a thunderous night, they could only hear the raindrops falling and their own breathing.

Tick-tock, boom-and-tock.

I don't know who took the first step, and then the two sides moved at the same time.

The shouts turned into rain and thunder, and the swords fogmed up in the hazy rain, creating terrifying sparks.

In the rain, Lin Derong dragged the knife with one hand, and every step he took startled a splash. Squinting and looking at the ironclad soldiers who appeared in front of him, Lin Derong made a strong effort with his right hand, and the long knife leaped, cutting through the rain curtain in mid-air, and pulling out a beautiful semi-circular arc.

The ironclad soldier hurriedly blocked with his sword, and the next moment, it was as if there was a thunderbolt rolling in his head. It was as if a mountain was pressing on him, and his body was uncontrollably blasted out of ten meters by a long knife, and finally collapsed in a house on the side of the street.

Blood, pouring from his shattered armor, stained the streets.

The horseman Xiaosi did not weaken his momentum, and saw the man in white who was killing him. His fist was as fast as thunder, and he punched the chest of the man in white, and then he retracted his fist and punched his hands together.

Everyone only heard a blast in the air, and the man in white was beaten out of several blood holes, and with an incredible look, he fell to the ground.

He snorted coldly, clenched his fists and searched for his next target in the rain.

The only avenue in Zhulu City was filled by people from the two major forces at this time.

The sounds of beating and killing, shouting and begging for mercy, were only in a moment.

Zhang Qian, who was on the other side of Zhulu City, naturally couldn't hear it.

Zhang Qian at this moment, with a bronze ghost face. Beside him, stood Xin'er, who was dressed in red with a thin sword at his waist. Opposite him was the eighth prince of Chu Tianguo, Chu Tianlang, who was dressed in brocade clothes and looked personable.

Regarding Zhang Qian's arrival, Chu Tianlang was a little surprised. Looking at this ghost mask that seemed to be alive, Chu Tianlang had also heard a little about the bronze ghost mask and the deeds of the judge Zhang Qian.

Of course, what he is referring to is not something that has been circulated in the rivers and lakes. Chu Tianlang doesn't care much about the rivers and lakes, and a noble person like him doesn't pay much attention to this mixed place.

But the person in front of him is different, this bronze ghost face, and behind him is the Zhang royal family, who is the strongest backer behind Qi Lin.

You should be offended by these people, and you should be guilty of them.

"What does Your Highness mean by coming this time?" The wind and rain were in full swing outside, and Chu Tianlang didn't hide it, and asked straight to the point.

Zhang Qian under the mask raised his eyebrows, but Xin'er didn't have any expression. Zhang Qian was slightly embarrassed, but immediately faded his expression and said, "King Chu Tianyun, the news is quite well-informed. Since the Cloud King is so direct, then the King is not subtle. ”

Zhang Qian paused in the wind, then looked at Chu Tianlang who was puzzled in front of him and said, "I want the elixir of your country." ”

"Your Highness said with a smile," Chu Tianlang's eyes dodged, and then replied with a natural smile: "Since Your Highness wants an elixir, you shouldn't come to me." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Qian's tone was slightly strange, and he glanced at Xin'er, who was still expressionless, before he said: "Chutian Zhenguo elixir, no one in the world knows it." I don't ask King Chu Tianyun if he wants this elixir, where else can I find it?, right, His Royal Highness King Yun. ”

Only then did Chu Tianlang come to his senses, looking at Zhang Qian in front of him, his breathing was slightly short. He squinted, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside, and the corners of his mouth hung slightly, "What His Highness said is extremely true, if you want Chu Tian's elixir, you naturally have to ask Chu Tianren for it." ”

Sure enough, Chu Tianlang smiled faintly again, these people should not be their enemies in any way.

The rainy night of chasing deer has always been very rare, but every time it is destined to be extraordinary. Zhao Xiang, who has lived in this world for forty years, looked at the heavy rain outside the house, and the white hair in front of him was particularly eye-catching at this time.

Leaning back in his chair and his legs crossed on the table, Zhao Xiangyu hummed a song that was still in the rivers and lakes a few years ago. He is different from arrogant princes like Chu Tianlang, he appreciates the rivers and lakes, so he agreed to Zhao Guo's invitation and became the dean.

Looking at the black and white figure that suddenly appeared in front of the door, Zhao Xian was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the owner of the clothes clearly in the thunder and lightning, he was startled, and stood up with wide eyes.

The man in the black and white robe was not surprised by this, and walked with small steps in Qinglian, and sat opposite Zhao in a blink of an eye. Through the little night outside the window, this face was captivating, and Princess Zhao Guo, who was named Minmin, smiled and said to the gray-haired concern in front of her: "Worry about uncle, I haven't seen you for a long time." Why, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my uncle is so peaceful?"

Zhao Xiang, who was serious for a while, heard Zhao Minmin's ridicule, and straightened his waist, crossed his hands in the wide sleeves, and said with a hippie smile: "I'll be polite to you." Girl, I haven't seen a lot more beautiful in a long time. ”

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Minmin narrowed his eyes, and his voice pretended to be heavy. But in the face of the latter's fearless gaze, he also shook his head with a smile, and then said softly: "Uncle Concern, you still haven't changed." ”

How could Zhao Xian, who was half soaked in the rivers and lakes, not understand what Zhao Minmin meant, he sighed lightly, "Zhao is incompetent, he can't do great things, and his only wish is just to keep his original intention unchanged." ”

"Uncle Concern, I won't tell you anything, Min Min has also withdrawn from the court dispute in recent years. Zhao Minmin said very calmly under the latter's surprised gaze, she didn't sit anymore, and stood up. The face of the country and the city is full of lightness.

Zhao didn't think much of it, looking at Zhao Minmin with a relaxed face, he felt that Minmin was lying to him, and Zhao Minmin obviously guessed the other party's thoughts. In the thunder, she smiled and said, "I didn't lie to you. ”

Zhang Xian really locked his eyebrows at this time, and his heart was full of anger, and he forcibly asked: "Girl, uncle remembers that you are a smart girl." Although you are a daughter, with the power of your mother's concubine, you can still speak in the court. ”

"Min Min knows," Zhao Minmin lowered her willow eyebrows, she looked at Zhao Xiang with an angry face, and said softly: "Uncle, Min Min treats you as her own talent to talk to you." In fact, on the day that the Shen Mansion disappeared, Min Min lost his original confidence in his father and the Zhao State. Isn't it precisely like this that my uncle left Zhao Country and stooped down to this foreign land to be this little dean?"

"I'm different from you," Zhao Xian pouted, looking at the stubborn girl in front of him, he snorted coldly, "You still say me, you haven't changed at all, you're still stubborn like a donkey." ”

Zhao Minmin was not happy to hear this, and she was also very happy when she was unhappy. Because the people in the world who can say this about her are no more than one hand.

Looking at the deer in the heavy rain, Zhao Minmin, who was dressed in a black and white robe, said to Zhao Xian: "The Shen Mansion has not perished yet, the Shen Mansion still has hope, Shen Qingwen is still alive." ”

Zhao Xian was worried about hearing this, a glimmer of long-lost essence flashed in his eyes at the end of the twilight, he looked at Zhao Minmin who was smiling like a flower, he knew that she didn't lie to him again.

The thunder continued, the rain fell, and the streets soaked in the rain were full of splashes. Corpses fell in pools of blood, forming a river of blood that was neither big nor small, neither long nor wide.

The horseman Xiaosi put away his fists and stood in the rain, his black hair had already been wet by the rain, and he looked at Lin Derong, who was still alive in front of him.

Lin Derong is also looking at the little four who are slightly thin in the wind, and the big knife is horizontal in front of the street, he is not afraid of the little four who are famous for his fast punches.

The two of them stood quietly on the street.

Around them, the sound of killing was the same as ever, pools of blood gathered into a river, the river crisscrossed into a stream, and the stream eventually became a sea.

Shen Qingwen, who had been looking down at the two of them for a long time, shrank back, facing the strong wind, Shen Qingwen felt that it was still not time, but this cool breeze was very sinister in the dark night.