Feng Qingtong fell silent.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with what the ghost-faced swordsman said - the top three in the world's sword path, just in these three people, he had this confidence, and the other two naturally had it.

Feng Qingtong finally accepted the extraordinary piece of molten meteorite because he thought of someone, or rather, he thought of the family in the northern frontier.

If the surname Feng is called the unique cultivation bloodline in the world, then the Yi clan is the unsurpassed casting royal family.

"Thank you, Brother Qin, I'll take the meteorite first. If there is anything you need help with in the future...... Feng Qingtong pursed his lips and didn't say anything casually about his star life:

"I did my best. ”

The ghost-faced swordsman didn't answer the question, he looked at the brightly lit council area and asked softly:

"What kind of family do you think the Lei family is?"

Feng Qingtong was stunned, then shook his head, and said frankly:

"I don't understand. ”

About the Lei family, what he knows, the whole world knows. His understanding of the Lei family is limited to the position of the alliance leader, Lei Jiyuan, the Firmament Light Sword, plus the Lei Zhengze he knows today. Shallow couldn't be more superficial.

"Then, what do you think of the Lei family?" The ghost-faced swordsman turned his head and looked at the slightly immature face, but there was not the slightest hint of contempt: "Just what you see and hear today." ”

Feng Qingtong pinched his chin and thought about it carefully.

"Based on what I have seen and heard today...... Until Brother Lei went to the ring, I didn't see the depth of his exercises, and his skills to hide his strength should have been laid by more powerful people. Brother Qin, who has already transformed into a habitat, shouldn't have seen it at first?"

Regarding his incarnation, the Ghost-faced Swordsman had no intention of hiding it, and he knew that when he fought with Qiyu, the other two would be able to see it. So at this time, Feng Qingtong mentioned that his expression was not unusual.

"Well, Lei Zhengze has never shown the slightest trace, for so many years, I never knew that he was also confident, let alone that his realm was so solid. Presumably, this Southern Alliance leader, who has never been to the south once, is not without arrangements in the south, let alone the straw bales we see. ”

Feng Qingtong listened quietly, and faintly felt that the ghost-faced swordsman was not just a ranger. What the swordsman knows seems to be something that ordinary people in the rivers and lakes have known for so many years, but between the tones, it always gives people the feeling that he has his own intelligence network.

The swordsman had been sitting cross-legged on the eaves, and suddenly untied the huge sword box behind him and placed it on top of his legs. This posture seemed to be ready to make a move at any time, but it was obviously not aimed at the immature young man who was holding the wine jar next to him and had just obtained a piece of melted forged meteorite iron that he had given away. Even with these movements, the ghost-faced swordsman's voice was still flat, and it seemed that nothing would ever interfere with his emotions:

"Don't you think that the surname Lei is a little more calculating?"

Feng Qingtong was stunned for a moment, and then thoughtful. He didn't continue to talk about the ghost-faced swordsman's intentions, it was taboo to discuss the rights and wrongs of people behind his back, and he discussed the rights and wrongs of people who didn't know the bottom of the matter, but he was too comfortable to live and wanted to find it for himself

Have some fun.

The meteorite belongs to the Lei family, so the ghost-faced swordsman who sent the meteorite and had a mysterious whereabouts can't have anything to do with the Lei family?

Seeing that Feng Qingtong was silent, the ghost-faced swordsman didn't pay much attention, and the two fell silent.

In the dark, a figure that had been watching for a long time finally slowly left, completely giving up the idea of making a move. He was not very willing to make a move, after all, the Famous Sword Conference was a grand event in the rivers and lakes, and today's Minglu Mountain was mixed with fish and dragons, and there were many people with many eyes and mixed hands. If you can't get out immediately after killing with one blow, it will be easy to form an ant-like situation, then he Situ Langyan is really a joke. Sometimes, it's really not the high level that determines everything.

Of course, it is not superfluous for the Lei family boy to leave the last two hands. After all, on the way back to the villa, maybe Situ Langyan would be given a chance, and his life would be gone—just a blink of an eye. Situ Langyan followed all the way in the shadows, watched for a long time, at first looking for an opportunity to kill, and then focused on the other two. After all, the swordsman of the back box had heard of it for a long time, and now it was unexpectedly in the transformation realm, which was reasonable. But what Ximen is not confused about what was killed in the sky, there is such a person in the rivers and lakes of Zhenbei? The spies in the northern jurisdiction of their own towns have really patronized and eaten rice all these years. Since it was a group of rice buckets, it was no wonder that the Situ family gambled on them.

Situ Langyan stretched, and finally glanced at the swordsman who had discovered his whereabouts, and then did not shy away from revealing hostility, with an indifferent expression:

"Sure enough, it's a wild way, it's a great grandmaster, and it's not particular at all......"

The ghostly figure finally left completely. For most people, his coming and going is just the coming and going of an idler, without making a little wave.

"Did you spot him?"

Feng Qingtong shook his head:

"No, the realm is not enough. ”

The two were silent, and a long time passed.

"What's that man's whereabouts?"

No response.

It took a long time for the ghost-faced swordsman to give three words:

"I don't know. ”

In the distance, the lights gradually died down, and the noise slowly quieted down. It's the middle of the night, and it won't be long before it's dawn.

Feng Qingtong learned the movements of the ghost-faced swordsman, and gently tapped the wine jar in his arms with his index finger: "Are you gone?"

The ghost-faced swordsman looked at Feng Qingtong in surprise, and then remembered something, and turned his head back:

"Leave early. ”

Feng Qingtong rolled his eyes: "Didn't you say it earlier?"

"I thought you knew. ”

The ghost-faced swordsman seemed to have automatically filtered out the words "realm is not enough" that Feng Qingtong answered, and subconsciously always thought that Feng Qingtong could know the whereabouts of the people in the shadows. So the two of them accompanied one another, and waited for each other for most of the night.

Thinking about it, Feng Qingtong couldn't hold back and laughed.

I like to talk and be cloudy, and I've been sitting in vain for so long. Why are those high-ranking monks who have attained the Tao, Taoist priests who have achieved great cultivation, and even martial artists who have a higher realm reluctant to say a few more words? Are you really afraid that you will misunderstand each other like this and end up wasting your time?

In the eyes of the ghost-faced swordsman

Confused:

"What are you laughing at?"

Feng Qingtong was even more laughed, and he couldn't hold back at all, laughed, and said vaguely while laughing:

"I, why can't we say a few more words, the wind has been blowing for so long in vain. I don't know if it will give people a joke if it spreads, hahahaha......"

Feng Qingtong burst into tears of laughter, laughing so much that the ghost-faced swordsman was completely speechless.

The crisp laughter of a young man with a little baby fat spread far away in the night sky that was gradually quieting, and this laughter seemed to fill the whole lonely night sky, but everyone knew that the vast night sky would never be filled with laughter.

It's just that there will always be some people who hear it, such as the ghost-faced swordsman around him. His voice suddenly became mellow, and it didn't sound so bad:

"I think it's okay," under the mask, the vicissitudes of life in those eyes like the deep sea, "It's good to sit quietly like this." ”

Feng Qingtong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, glanced at the ghost-faced swordsman beside him, put the wine jar under his head, and lay on the ridge on his back with his feet facing the ghost-faced swordsman. The young man crooked his mouth and said softly:

"Uninteresting. ”

Under the ghostly face, the corners of the swordsman's mouth were hooked. He looked at the night sky, silent.

For a long time, the swordsman's voice was still low, but it was not as hoarse as during the day:

"I didn't. ”

......

"Brother Qin, you have all transformed into a habitat, what's the point of participating in this conference?"

"Me...... Do you think the Firmament Lighter is powerful?"

"Well, of course, the number one sword in the world. ”

"I'm just in case one day, I'll be on the opposite side of this sword. At that time, I couldn't afford to lose. ”

"So the more you know now, the more chance you have of winning?"

"Hmm. ”

"What about me?"

Under the night sky, this small rooftop fell silent for the first time.

The ghost-faced swordsman finally got up and left. He looked at the young man who stood up with the jar of wine, but put the meteorite aside, and his heart could not help but feel a little close.

"Simon is not confused, you must remember that there are no eternal friends in the world. ”

The ghost-faced swordsman turned around, turned his back to Feng Qingtong, and added:

"Remember, too, that now you are one of the few friends I have. ”

Feng Qingtong smiled a little:

"I only remembered one sentence, and the other sentence was put aside. ”

The ghost-faced swordsman is still not gone.

Feng Qingtong raised his hand, and in his hand was the ordinary wine:

"So, I said I can't cover it with clouds. Feng Qingtong looked at the back and said with a smile: "I mean, I memorized the second sentence first." Next time, remember to bring some drinks. ”

The ghost-faced swordsman's form melted into the night and vanished:

"Why did you choose to carry the wine with you?"

Feng Qingtong smiled brightly: "Because the iron is too heavy." ”

......

Because, it's too heavy......

The ghost-faced swordsman left completely, Feng Qingtong sat back on the roof, and gently tapped the meteorite iron - this meteorite iron, what to use to pay it back?

"I, Feng Qingtong, swear here, that I was originally a ghost-faced swordsman to make a move, and I only wanted to balance the number of qi, not each other

Implicate. ”

As for this meteorite, Feng Qingtong is of course useful—it turns out that in the northern frontier, the first thing has not yet been completed.

At dawn, the light shone on the white robe, and beside him, there was a jar of wine that was still unopened, and a ball of meteorite that had been taken out of the box. There are eight words of Junxiu on the meteorite iron:

"If you already have a family, don't wait and don't think about it. ”

The back is signed by three fly-headed small letters: Feng Qingtong.

At this time, the surrounding lights have all dimmed. The moon was bright and bright, and finally it was not smoked yellow by the brilliant lights in the villa, and it turned back to a cold appearance. There is a girl in northern Xinjiang who likes to see the stars in such weather, and likes to see the whitest moon, and it is a whole night.

Now, are you still looking at the same lonely night sky?

Under the moonlight, the young man in white muttered softly:

"I'm sorry, I can't do what I promised you......"

(End of chapter)