"Xu Changfeng, are you really leaving?" Outside the door, Ma Yan put on a coat, handed over the oil umbrella and a hidden blade in his hand to the young man, he trotted all the way along the eaves, even so, his hair was still a little wet, and his clothes were wet with a lot of raindrops.

Xu Changfeng silently took the oil umbrella from Ma Yan's hand, he carried the rusty sword on his shoulder, held the Lone Shadow Short Sword in one hand, and stared down at the oil umbrella.

This is the umbrella that Wei Xueying gave him before leaving.

"Don't you need to say a word to Senior Sister Long?" Ma Yan hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

"No need. Xu Changfeng shook his head, "Some words are too much, and they will only appear more sad." ”

The young man said, carefully opening the oil umbrella, which was a woman's flower umbrella, and the bright colors lined the young man's thin body, which looked a little out of place.

He took half a step forward with his left foot, suddenly stopped, turned his head to Ma Yan with an ugly face, and said, "Mr. Qin's house, if you have time, please help clean up the fallen leaves." If something happens in Chang'an, you can go to Cao Sixing, and he will try his best to help. ”

The young man sighed slightly, "Uncle Su's bones are not cold, and he has failed to fulfill his filial piety, so he will make amends for him on my behalf." If I have the opportunity to return to Chang'an in the future, I will definitely go to his grave to personally plead guilty. ”

He said, looking up at the endless night sky. I don't know when, the moon in Chang'an is becoming more and more unreachable, and now if I want to take another look at the moonlight in Chang'an before parting, there is no chance.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

There are still many people who have not had time to meet, and there are still many words that have not had time to be spoken.

But if you don't leave tonight, it's hard to leave tomorrow......

The young man subconsciously looked in the direction of the prison, if the plan went well, Zhao Xinji should be about to step out of the gate of the prison at this moment. After stepping out of Chang'an City, Zhao Xinji will also leave Chang'an.

He likes this city, but Chang'an doesn't treat him well, which may be the so-called fate.

He gritted his teeth, seemed to have made up his mind, and plunged headlong into the rain curtain with an oil umbrella.

"Xu Gongzi, please stay!"

All the torches in the prison were completely extinguished, and only the bitter wind blew out from the out, giving people an indescribable cold.

Four distinct sword qi exploded inside the dungeon for a while, but apart from a little dust falling from the top, there was not the slightest crack in this impregnable cell.

As early as when the Heavenly Prison was designed, it was purposefully built to be able to resist the battle of the Seventh Order Cultivators, unless it was the Prince Li Nie who made a move, this Heavenly Prison would definitely not collapse so easily.

This is the glory of Chang'an, and it is also the glory of the prosperous dynasty.

Every prisoner here is a part of the glory. To shine is to have a shadow to set off, and they are an indispensable corner.

Mo Xingxiao's sword intent completely covered every corner of the prison, as if the air was filled with the breath of death. Like, yes

There was a bright moon in the prison, and the stars hung high, and the stars were bright and ethereal.

"Mo Xingxiao, you and I are both peak cultivators, you can't kill me. Xuan Daoji swung out a sword, and when the sword light dispersed, his voice also reached Mo Xingxiao's ears.

"I don't need to kill you. Mo Xingxiao shook his head and smiled, "As long as I restrain you, Zhao Xin will walk out of the prison by himself, he should still remember the route to leave." ”

Hearing Mo Xingxiao's words, Xuan Daoji's face suddenly changed greatly, and he understood that the imperial court had lost tonight.

Ever since the moment they let Mo Xingxiao sneak into the prison, they had already lost.

There are two major offerings in the prison, as well as the bayonet Pan Xuanbing hidden in the night, but it can't stop Zhao Xinji's pace.

All of them ignored one point, sword intent.

In front of Mo Xingxiao, who could be called the number one sword intent master in the cultivation world, Pan Xuanbing's ambush was always in vain.

Whenever he showed a hint of murderous intent, Mo Xingxiao would notice it at the first time. Liu Jingkang's death was just a bait. It was Mo Xingxiao who deliberately fished Pan Xuanbing out of the darkness as bait, and from then on, Pan Xuanbing had been exposed.

And the appearance of the eldest lady of the Zhou family was able to restrain another worshipper in the prison. Pan Xuanbing alone can't stop Zhao Xinji. Because he is a man who has lived in a prison for ten years, and has done things that no one in the world can do in these ten years.

He is like a guide in the night, and under his eyes, all darkness is the path of light.

The wind and rain carry a strong smell of blood, no matter how much the rain washes away, this strong smell of blood is like a reptile, wrapped around people's bodies, and cannot be dispersed for a long time.

Raindrops fell on Zhao Xinji's face, and he stepped out of the gate of the prison again, dressed in tattered clothes, without a robe, and without a sword in his hand. From today onwards, the Sky Sword Village is his sword.

"You're finally out. "A man appeared in the rainy night, the scar on his face was clear and eye-catching, revealing a face of vicissitudes.

"Thanks to the blessing of the Moon Gate, our plan can go so smoothly. Zhao Xinji said softly.

Half a year ago, Xu Changfeng asked Zhou Qixuan to win a share of the oil and water in the prison in the hands of the imperial court, and it was precisely because of this oil and water that Zhaoyuemen won the trust of the Heavenly Prison Division, so Mo Xingxiao was able to sneak into the prison in troubled waters.

"If Xiao Yinglong has a spirit in the sky, he will probably be very pleased. Gongsun Longya smiled and said.

Zhao Xinji said: "What he is most pleased with should be that he is glad that he did not draw his sword against you." ”

"Indeed......"

On that day, if Xiao Yinglong pulled out the sword in his hand, maybe the story would have developed towards another ending.

"Let's go, I'll send you out of Chang'an. Gongsun Longya gently patted Zhao Xinji's strong and powerful shoulder, ten years have passed, and the man who suffered in the prison is still not old.

"What about Xu Changfeng?"

It was expected, but Zhao Xinji still asked with concern.

"This will be him, he should have been out of Chang'an. Gongsun Longya said, "I hope he never comes back." ”

"No, it doesn't. ”

Chang'an month, according to the noisy street with laughter and laughter;

willow snow, blowing lanterns, lotus stamens, thanks;

At first sight, there is always no intention to glance at it, it is the snow falling on the eyelashes;

Dressed in white, the bottom of the fan is full of clear light.

The night of the desert is always so bright and smooth, and the moonlight is beautiful, but it is a pity that there is no old man to accompany you.

Obviously wearing thin clothes, sitting alone on the roof, looking at the full moon in the sky, his eyes were full of confusion.

I don't know when it began, but she got used to admiring the moon alone.

Sometimes from the moon to the moonlight.

"Is the moonlight in Chang'an still as beautiful as before?"

Since ancient times, Chang'an west wind and rain

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