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Even the heavy snow, the first glow, the weather is warm and the snow melts.

The soft sunlight shone obliquely through the window lattice, shining on his two thick eyebrows like splashing ink, shining on his clear, angular cheekbones, and shining on the green stubble under his chin.

This lazy man's figure is not very imposing, but there seems to be an indescribable intimidating power in his body, no matter who is in front of him, he can't help but feel small.

The holy continent is vast, there are many strong people, grievances and hatreds, they can't be cut inexhaustibly, and they can't be sorted out.

Shu Xiaoshu, holding a rusty sword in his hand, wearing a pot of turbid wine on his waist, a pair of sharp eyes, and a clever mouth, is the vast land of the Holy Continent, calm for decades.

If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, who would have thought that the lazy man basking in the sun in front of him was Shu Xiaoshu, who was respected by the common people as the 'book saint'.

His ears moved slightly, Shu Xiaoshu's eyes opened, and Huo Ran stood up.

His eyes were unusually clear, black as lacquer, white as snow, and he could almost see another deep world through it. Maybe he is not handsome, but his eyes are perfect without flaws, and it is precisely because of these clear eyes that there are countless women who fall in love with him.

In a flash, Shu Xiaoshu entered the back room, and his wife, who was napping, happened to slowly open her eyes with some apprehension.

Her eyes are just as smart.

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The warm sunshine that had just experienced heavy snow in the morning and finally ushered in soon disappeared without a trace.

It rained, albeit lightly.

It was a mist all around, and if it weren't for the streaks of water in the puddles of rain and the sound of raindrops dripping down the eaves, the rain would hardly be noticeable, and the milky white mist drifted slowly, gradually obscuring the ridges of the woods and mountains.

Shu Xiaoshu got up and walked to the window, staring at the hazy mountain shadow in the distance.

He sighed softly and closed the window.

Ten years ago, they were hidden in this valley and knew the climate well, but the recent weather has been warm and cold, and the wind and rain have fallen, with an indescribable depression.

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Night has fallen.

The sky is like a black page, hiding the moon and the stars.

The wind howled, and the fire in the house swayed, casting shadows on the walls.

On the couch, her face was pale, her willow eyebrows were frowned, and her lips let out a moan.

Shu Xiaoshu was covered in cold sweat, although he had already been mentally prepared, but at this time, he was still in a hurry.

There was lightning and thunder in the air, light and darkness overlapped, and a few black shadows appeared in the secluded forest at some point, and the silver knife in his hand flashed coldly.

Steady steps in the water, splashing dirty muddy water.

Shu Xiaoshu's eyebrows were deeply locked, his tiger eyes flashed, but there was still no wave on his face, not even the muscles at the corners of his lips were not involved, his palm oozing cold sweat caressed the pale and weak cheeks of the person on the couch, and said softly: "I forgot to close the door of the house, I will go out and close it." ”

She wanted to take his hand, but she was weak at the moment, where could she have any strength, and could only watch his back leave, and her throat seemed to be blocked by stones, and the air was squeezed out by her, turning into indistinct moans and begging.

Shu Xiaoshu flashed to the eaves of the corridor, at this moment his brows were deeply knotted, his eyes were clear, and his snort was heavy, all showing his anger at the moment, and then stared at the darkness in the mountains and forests, and shouted: "Either get out or die!"

The wind howled, and his deep voice drowned out in the darkness.

Suddenly, someone laughed in the dark: "Hehe...... The Book Saint deserves to be the Book Saint, with the most tender name and the most terrifying deterrent. ”

This voice sounds polite, but it is actually very cold, cold to the bone.

With these words, several black shadows slowly walked out from among the trees.

The man in black slowly raised his head, his sharp and deep gaze looking at the edge of the pitch-black cloak that was tightly pressed against his eyebrows.

His eyes suddenly opened, and the chilling gaze was really like lightning in the night sky, and these eyes blinked in the dark and rainy night, and they couldn't tell how strange and terrifying they were.

The man in black smiled and said, "The book saint is about to add a child, I am here to congratulate you first." ”

Shu Xiaoshu's face was frosty, and the rusty sword in his hand was deeply inserted into the wooden plank under his feet, and said coldly: "After three breaths, whoever stands in front of me will die." ”

The man in black casually folded a branch on the willow hanging beside him, glanced at the flickering fire in the wooden house, and shook his head with a smile: "The book saint is holy, and how can he not know that this is not hospitality." ”

Shu Xiaoshu said: "One breath." ”

The man in black played with the wicker branches in his hand, and said quietly: "Is the book saint serious?"

Shu Xiaoshu said: "Two breaths." ”

The miserable white made people look cold, pinched a willow leaf, and gently flicked it away, and the man in black sighed and shook his head.

In the next moment, he suddenly stretched out two miserable white hands from the pitch-black sleeve robe, and with a flick of both hands, countless silver black rays flashed and shot towards Shu Xiaoshu.

Shu Xiaoshu's slender body suddenly flew out like an upside-down wind flag, and pulled out the rusty sword in front of him with a choked sound, the sword light spread, fast and spicy, and the sword shadow like a rain waterfall instantly lifted the silver light out, the tip of the sword shook, he suddenly swept forward, and stabbed towards the man in black like a poisonous snake, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at his throat.

The man in black smiled lightly: "The style of the book saint is not reduced from the past." ”

As he spoke, his body shape was slightly wrong, and he had already flashed the deadly sword, and I don't know if he did it on purpose, the moment his body was staggered, he was impartial, and he just flashed the sword blade of the book saint, if it was half a second later, the bright blood would be like a flying bead splashing jade.

The corners of the black-clothed man's lips flashed with a hint of ridicule, and his pupils instantly became extremely cold, his five fingers like iron stretched out suddenly, his palms were slightly sunken, and there was a thick aura in it.

Shu Xiaoshu's wrist holding the sword tightened suddenly, turned over and went out, and his left palm met the palm of the man in black.

With a "bang", the figures of the two of them swept out, staggering and kicking on the muddy water, and their clothes were already splashed and filthy.

Stabilizing his body with difficulty, the man in black slapped his palms and smiled: "I didn't expect that after ten years of hiding in the wind and dust, the strength of the Book Saint has not decreased, but has broken through the second level of the realm of the three hearts, and has gone straight to Mingme." It's a surprise to let me be. ”

The sword in Shu Xiaoshu's hand was held tighter.

The man in black played with the wicker in his hand and said lightly, "The Book Saint should be quieter now, right?"

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At night, it was darker than splashing ink.

The rain is as swift as a silver needle.

Shu Xiaoshu's face was gloomy as water, and he stared at the black-clothed man in front of him fiercely, but the other party acted as if nothing had happened, playing with the wicker branches in his hands, and his eyes looked forward to it, as if he was looking at the world, and he was faintly powerful.

Shu Xiaoshu turned around, took a deep look at the swaying lights, the shadowy inner room, gritted his teeth fiercely, blood seeped out from between his gums, he swallowed his throat, and let the bitterness of the blood melt in his mouth.

Then he turned his head, staring at the man in black with sharp eyes like knives, as if trying to see through him.

Who is this person? Looking at the entire Holy Continent, there are only a handful of people who can step into the realm of the Three Hearts, and even fewer people who can cultivate the last inscription realm, but the man in black in front of him, why has he never seen it?

The man in black stared at Shu Xiaoshu intently, as if he had seen through his heart, and said with a smile: "Shu Sheng is thinking about who I am, right?"

The corners of Shu Xiaoshu's lips hooked up a cold arc, and said, "Will you say?"

He asked very directly.

The man in black said: "Since the book saint asked so seriously, if he refuses to tell him, it will be a bit of a burning qin and boiling cranes." ”

After a sudden pause, he smiled, then took out a golden order from his bosom and threw it at Shu Xiaoshu.

Shu Xiaoshu took it, and immediately spread out his palms, his cold pupils suddenly froze at this moment, and he muttered in a daze: "Hidden ...... Hidden veins?!"

The man in black smiled and said, "It's the hidden vein, with the knowledge of the book saint, you should know it, right?"

Shuxiao Shumu stood in place, raised his head stiffly, and frowned: "It seems that the hidden vein is really not just a legend. ”

He suddenly laughed, and said, "Actually, I should have thought that someone with your strength would be who else could have such strength besides the hidden vein......?"

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