"The master of the door is so good at Yaxing!"

This cold sentence was like a person who suddenly died during a happy event, and it scared people to blood, and immediately shouted angrily: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

He was furious because often his own men forgot to knock on the door, and the more often he got used to it.

"Really, then you will die!" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a powerful fluctuation of vitality in the room when he heard human blood, making a "crackling" sound, and then swept towards his bed.

He woke up instantly, and pulled a woman who was still looking at him and blocked him. I only heard a scream of "ah", and the woman was already dying in the middle of the storm.

Smelling human blood, he grabbed his own clothes on the bed and wrapped them around his body, and left the bed with one body, and hit the attacker with a sharp blow.

He really wanted to see who had the audacity to attack the Blood Knife Gate at night, or was it himself in his own room.

However, when the golden mask became clearer and clearer in his pupils, he could only forcibly withdraw his palm, forcibly disperse the vitality condensed in his right palm, and rotated around in the air, kneeling on one knee when he landed.

"I've seen Childe, and I hope to forgive my sins!" said Wen Renxue with some fear. At the same time, he exclaimed in his heart: "It turns out that the realm of the son has reached immeasurable, and it is close to me." ”

"Lord Gate, are you so angry? are you blaming Ben Gongzi for ruining your good deeds, or killing your beauty?"

The voice was cold, and it made people sit in an ice cellar.

"The villain doesn't dare, the villain doesn't dare, I don't know that the son visited late at night, and he missed the distance, so he didn't mean to offend, and asked the son to forgive him. ”

"I won't kill you, the main hall is waiting for you!" After saying that, he left, as if this was the same as his own palace.

Smelling human blood, he dared to slacken there, and he didn't care about the low sobs behind the light veil. I only said that I am not allowed to go there, wait for me on the couch, and then clean you up when I come back, and then I turned around and hurried to the main hall.

This pity is really different for Yuzhen's mother, and the noble son couldn't help frowning again, and said in his heart: "Smell human blood, you are so bad, sooner or later you will die in the pile of women." I wonder if your beautiful daughter knows?"

Thinking of his daughter who smelled human blood, a beauty flashed in his mind, and he felt that the blood was boiling inexplicably, and he didn't know whether he was stimulated by the picture just now, or her peachy and cute handsome appearance, or her aggressive and provocative gaze?

"Childe, please take a seat!" said Wen Renxue, pointing to his throne.

Forcibly retracted his mind and walked towards the seat of the door master, as soon as he sat down, he asked unceremoniously: "Wen people's blood, what is your daughter's name, what is Wen people?"

Wen Renxue "chuckled" in his heart, but he still replied quickly: "Wen Ren Ruoliu, why did the son mention the little girl?"

"It's nothing, I suddenly remembered, I haven't seen her for a few years, I don't know where she is now?

Straightforward questioning, without scruples, it is no wonder that the imperial power is always fascinating, although the face is not good-looking, and the temper is also very big, but you have to cover it, and you have to cover him hot.

Hearing people's blood was not good, a very ominous premonition crept into my heart. immediately said: "Don't mention it, I haven't seen this dead girl for a long time, and I don't know if she is dead or alive, I don't know what the son is looking for her?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't have to be so nervous when you met a few years ago, just ask casually. ”

Fortunately, Lao Tzu is clever enough, otherwise he might not have given birth to some moths?

"Let me tell you about Genye, I heard that he is missing and seriously injured?"

"Yes!"

So when he heard the blood of the people, he told him how to return the madness. It's just that he didn't say that he had sent Ten Bloody Swords to investigate the matter.

Your son immediately said: "I will order someone to check the recent passers-by on the grounds of public security, and your Blood Knife Gate will be responsible for searching the mountains and forests." ”

Isn't this an interesting story about the Tang Dynasty that investigated the little monk and looked for a beggar.

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In this sunny weather, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, waking up the sleeping ink shadow, he got up gently, looked at the still sleeping shirt, and his eyes were full of pity. Helped her lead the futon, and then walked out of the inn called "Yamaguchi Inn".

I casually found a passing uncle to inquire about the situation, and then looked at the intersection a few times before turning around and going back to the inn wing.

When she opened the door, she sat on the bed next to Moying, rubbing her eyes with both hands, looking like she hadn't slept enough.

Seeing Mo Ying coming in, he asked, "Fifth brother, what's wrong with the noise outside?"

Mo Ying approached the bed, helped her pull her wrinkled clothes, and said, "Wait a minute, don't you sleep again?"

Yan Yiyi opened her beautiful eyes, a trace of warmth flowed in her heart, and she looked at Mo Ying and said, "Don't be tired, as long as Xiao Wu is obedient, he won't be tired!"

"It's called Fifth Brother, it's not a big girl!" Mo Ying said pretending to be angry.

Unexpectedly, Yan Shirt hooked her finger at Mo Ying and whispered, "What did you do last night?" Why don't you say that you are an older brother?"

Mo Ying didn't expect her junior sister to mention last night's incident, and her face turned a little red when she brushed it.

"You didn't let me drink last night, I didn't mean to, don't take it to heart, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Moying apologized repeatedly.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yi was unhappy, and replied: "I let you drink, and I didn't let you hold me, you still ......."

Mo Ying looked at Yan Yi and didn't finish speaking, her pretty face turned crimson, like a ripe apple, it looked good, and she lowered her head.

I can't help but take another look, another look. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and said, "Is it still like this?"

Yan Yiyi didn't dare to look up, for some reason her heart was full of nervousness, although she grew up with the little fifth brother, even if she slept in the same bed when she was a child, she never thought that the heat of his lips, even for a moment, was fascinating. And his strong arms when he hugged him, like his father's chest when he was a child, warm and stable.

"Hurry up and get up, I'll wait for you downstairs, we still have to hurry after breakfast?"

Listening to the footsteps that were fading away, Yan Yiyi raised her head, the blush on her face was still there, and her eyes were full of tenderness......

Mo Ying was eating breakfast downstairs, two taels of gruel, two white-flour steamed buns, listening to some guests at the adjacent table talking about some interesting stories in the rivers and lakes, and of course, there were also discussions between monks and beggars that had just happened.

"It seems that Xuanzi and Shengzi are in trouble, and I wonder what happened to them now?" Mo Ying said silently in his heart.

At this time, Yan Shirt slowly came down from the upper floor, and she changed into a purple and white vertical striped shirt, like the purple Roland in the deep mountains, elegant and noble, and as refreshing as the lilac, people are not near, and the fragrance is already pleasant.

She took it step by step, slowly, her gaze as soft as the full moonlight, always looking at the ink shadow downstairs with her back to her.

The diners downstairs had long forgotten the movements in their hands and quietly looked at this strange and beautiful woman.

No one knows why she is walking slowly, maybe only people who have been lightly kissed on the forehead at the beginning of the love calf can understand, maybe only men and women who are not under the moon that are before the flowers can understand, and understand the happiness and embarrassment that are frozen in that moment......

Mo Ying turned his head and looked at the shirts he had grown up with, and the moment their eyes met, he froze. He forgot to chew the white-flour steamed bun that was still in his mouth. Yan Shirt looked at him and chuckled, a smile that was enough to make all beings fall for themselves.

Mo Ying quickly got up and stepped forward, took the jade hand of the shirt, and sat down at the table. At this moment, there is no longer a trace of embarrassment, and at this moment, ten fingers are clasped tightly, and the world is ......

During the meal, Moying told the shirt the news he had heard, and the shirt knew as soon as he heard it.

Then he asked, "Little Fifth Brother, why don't we go and find them?"

Mo Ying replied: "No, we still have important things to do, and besides, we can't help much, Ji Ren has his own natural appearance, he is already immeasurable at a young age, and I will only get in the way for him." ”

Hearing what Mo Ying said, Yan Yishan glared at him and said, "Don't talk about yourself like that, I believe that the fifth brother is the best, don't forget that you promised me to take me back to Luoyang City to see the peony!"

Mo Ying nodded, and the two got up to settle the bill, and walked out of the inn.

When I went out of the door, I saw two light green light gauze women in front of me, seeing that they were in a hurry, as if they were in a hurry?

There was a momentary pause in the gaze as they passed by, and the two sides left......

The journey went smoothly and there were no more complications, after all, others paid attention to the beggar and the monk.

After entering the mountain forest and walking for another hour, after crossing the mountain, Mo Ying saw several thatched huts not far from the mountain, surrounded by an extremely chic small courtyard. This small courtyard is surrounded by a verdant bamboo sea on three sides, and the wind blows through, creating layers of bamboo waves.

"Senior sister, let's go to the small courtyard at the bottom of the mountain to ask for a glass of water, shall we?"

"Hmm!" said the shirt-shirted nod.

The hand that has never been let go, holding happiness. Mo Ying has never performed martial arts according to the master's instructions all the way, but this time he has taken the "Xuanbu Phantom" to the extreme, only to see people walking in the mountains, and shadows in the mountains......

About a cup of tea, the grass hut was in front of him, and when Mo Ying was about to push the door into the courtyard, an angry voice came from the grass hut, and he could only hear it: "Sir, although you don't say it, but I know that five years ago, you crossed the realm with words, and crossed my senior brother Ethereal Lingzi to step through the fate and enter the immeasurable realm, and you only wrote the word "benevolence". Let him become a great sword and make a name for himself in my Jiangnan. Now I've come to the door five times to ask for words, why do you keep refusing?"

Mo Ying's heart jumped wildly, scholar, could it be that he was a mad pen scholar who had taught him? Master said that to go to Wuyao Mountain, you need to pass by the "crazy pen zhai", wouldn't it be here? But why is it nameless? That voice doesn't sound bad, and listen to it first.

So he took the hand of the shirt and tiptoed towards the back of the thatched hut.

Through the gap in the window, Mo Ying saw a white-haired old man in the room dancing with the pen in his hand scribbling something on the paper.

And opposite him, a middle-aged man of about forty years, born like Zhang Fei in the Three Kingdoms period, next to him stood a young man and a young girl, the male appearance was dignified, a talent, and the female face was sweet.

And the eyelids of the person in the room, who was known as a scholar, jumped, but he did not speak, and still flew wildly on the paper, so that people could not see what was written.

The middle-aged man was very angry, and he said, "Scholar, today you will give words and you will give them, ......or you will give them if you don't give them?"