The girl moved slightly, holding the big red lantern in her hand with some confusion. I wanted to blame the two sisters Zi Yuan and Qing Dai for being unreasonable, so I only cared about myself to see the young man who had been favored by the immortals at a young age. But when I think about it, my sisterhood is deep, I have been together for a long time, and the friendship of the past is still vivid in my mind, so from this, today's result is completely from the young man who doesn't know where to come. When the girl thought of this, her heart suddenly became a little annoyed

"The two younger sisters of Zi Yuan and Qingdai are really hateful. For the sake of an illusory immortal disciple, he saw a strange thought, and he didn't care about me. It's just disregard for sisterhood and insulting Sven. The girl puffed out her cheeks angrily, and there was a little crimson on her beautiful little face. Xu is a girl was originally a gentle child, and after pacing back and forth for only two steps, she began to reminisce about the sisterhood of the past. Thinking that my sisters are young and sharing the suffering, and even the candy is reluctant to be enjoyed alone, when this scene is even more vivid, it can ease the mind. But after all, it is still the two of them who are unrighteous in front of them, and if they let it go, it will be a little unreasonable anyway, the little girl walks slowly with the lantern, and plays the abacus in her heart.

The girl was alone, knocking on the doorbeam, and when she was finishing planning the tangled places in her heart, on the empty and deep corridor, there was a cold wind and smoke in an instant.

The young man's face was frosty, and he was silent, and there was a bit of unusual gloom on his delicate little face. He pressed one hand against the hem of his clothes, and covered his face with the other. It is said that young people don't know what it's like to be sad and fall in love with the floor. But now that the young man who knows the taste of sorrow is even more hesitant and difficult to advance and retreat.

"The mountains are high, and the clouds are mighty. It is no wonder that there are so many masters in this world who have escaped from the world, with birds and animals. There are really many worries and few happy things in this world" The young man with a sinking face stared at the closed door and was stunned, his fingers that were close to the hem of his clothes trembled and stretched out, and finally put it back on the hem of his clothes.

Luo Xia was suspicious in her heart, and wanted to lean out and ask the young man who couldn't see his face clearly about cause and effect. But for some reason, the girl who has always been active looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't move. It seemed that the young man in front of him was annoying with something that disgusted him, and it seemed that the fireworks in the distance were far from reaching.

The purple kite cowered, looking at the young man who wanted to speak and stopped, obviously suppressed and did not dare to come out;

Luoxia, who had carefully looked at the surrounding situation, stood in place for a while, looking at the posture of the familiar sisters, lest the conflict between words might happen, so she had to hold her mind and watch the changes.

Sure enough, before Luo Xia stopped and watched, the young man who couldn't see his face clearly and was as tall as himself turned around when he was slack, and his crystal eyes slowly looked at the two people in front of him.

The young man glanced at it faintly, there was no other reason, but in the eyes of the girl in the distance, it was like a mountain rain was coming, and the north wind was full of buildings.

Luo Xia has been in the palace for many years, although she has never experienced the incidents of strong winds and waves and the overturning of the society, she has seen a lot of high-ranking officials in Longhai County. Looking at the young man's angry and thin-haired figure, for fear of a stalemate and a change, she had to raise her stiff steps and staggered in front of everyone.

"This son, the two younger sisters are still young and don't know the general situation. If there is anything to disturb, please also ask the prince to forgive? The woman's green shirt fluttered, and she waved at the young man.

The boy didn't move, ignoring it, his deep face still covered with thick frost.

"I heard that Gongzi is brave in the city, to eliminate the evil, I think Gongzi is also a loyal and kind person, not the kind of adulterous people who kill with a knife, my two sisters are still old, if there is a conflict, please also ask Gongzi to make it clear, so that I can correct it, in order to ease Gongzi's troubles. "Luoxia refers to Qianqian, reasonable and modest. In his words, there was no more initial bullying, but more courtesy and humility.

The boy did not move, neither restrained his fists nor feet, nor answered loudly. Instead, he looked at the door and window that seemed to be separated by heaven and earth, with a sad expression.

"The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise. In this world, there is a fixed number of sizes. In such a low voice, the words are half-spit out, and it is only to add sadness. It seems that the white fog at that time was vast, and many strange things were still in the mirror after all, and everything was empty. The boy smiled cruelly, unspeakably sad, and turned to look at the bleak cold night.

Without waiting to look at the lonely scenery around him, the young man suddenly turned around again, approached the door and whispered, "After being away from home for a long time, I am tired of returning home, and so is Zhiyu." It's just that Zhiyu wants you to know that at least during the journey of these few months, I, Li Zhiyu, will always be there!"

The young man was silent in a low voice, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and did not stay.

The cold wind is slight, and the cold color is clear. The decisive gesture of the young man turning around added a little sadness to the dark night.

The footsteps were pounding, and the young man, who had walked no more than two steps away from the three of them, suddenly turned his head again, and looked at the dusk corridor with hope, and then the young man's crystal eyes became dull again.

He looked at it in a daze, and the closed door never opened.

"It seems that it is advisable to sign today. I'm afraid it's going back and forth. The boy quipped, and there was a hint of helplessness on his pale face.

Stopping all the way, watching all the way, the lonely figure of the young man is sprinkled in this dim corridor, sprinkled with the dusk of the years.

The night was hazy.

On the other side of the door, Zhao Qingrou leaned against the closed door, constricted.

The purple kites and green daisies looked at each other, a little unclear. I just heard how brave and unstoppable that mysterious young chivalrous man was. I never expected that the young knight who dared to speak up on the street would also be so sad that it would be difficult to return.

In the Zhiyi Pavilion, the candle flame is extinguished and extinguished instantly. Zhu Siran walked into the door of the house with a familiar car, and without asking the owner if he agreed, the man walked to the Taishi chair in the center with catty steps, squinted his eyes, inserted his hands into his sleeves, and took a quiet nap.

The old man was silent, and then entered. Although he took a chair and sat down, his cramped expression was still full of guilt.

The old man looked lonely, silent, and turned a deaf ear to the man's rude behavior.

"Brother Wang, why are you so silent after many years. I, Zhu Siran, you also know, I am a martial artist. It's not a person who reads poetry and books in college, walks the rivers and lakes for half his life, and doesn't have much to worry about. But as the saying goes, if a person has no faith, he will not stand. Mr. Wang is a brilliant person who has climbed to the top and writes about romance, so naturally he will not talk without evidence. How about Zhu take your thing today?" The man suddenly put down his long legs, and a pair of slender eyes were interestingly fixed on the old man's long hair.

Wang Zhiran was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't know what it meant. Why do you have to take one thing as a basis, and what is it to rely on?

The old man was silent and frowned, silent. After thinking about it carefully, he still didn't know what it meant, so he had to stroke his long beard with one hand, looked at the man and asked with a smile: "Siran, you and I have been about brothers, don't talk about one thing, what's the matter if it's a thousand things." ”

Zhu Siran was happy when he heard this, quietly narrowed his long eyes, and asked with a smile: "Brother Wang, are you really willing?"

The old man was righteous and awe-inspiring, and nodded solemnly.

"I, Wang, am naturally willing!"

"It is worthy of being Brother Wang, and he is the most famous Wang Zhiran in Longhai County. ”

Zhu Siran laughed and casually threw away the fine seal in his hand.

Wang Zhiran's smile did not change, and he took the seal and carefully groped for it, inspecting the mystery. After a while, the old man raised his head and smiled: "Siran, the seal has no words, what do you mean by throwing such a seal?"

"Everyone in the world knows that your Wang Zhiran's calligraphy, painting and carving are a must for Da Chu Nanhui?" the man smiled softly, and his flat legs suddenly lifted up and clicked on the table in front of him. In a moment, the man's form had disappeared into the silence of the night, and only the sound of laughter floated in the air.

"It's too much deception!" Wang Zhiran shouted angrily, and when Zhu Siran's figure was floating through the night, he picked up the seal with one hand and slammed it on the ground.

In the streets and alleys, without you, I am fighting endlessly. Without the sword and sword, the decisive hero. Only the white-clothed swordsman fell to the ground panting, and the black-clothed killer was like frost.

Wang Lin held the fine knife in one hand and smiled softly as he looked at Zhang Xu's immobile figure.

"Zhang Xu, do you regret being my Wang Lin's enemy? The man's feet exerted force, and there was a crackling sound in his limbs. With a light step, he streaked across the choppy, silent ground, and came briskly with patches of afterimage. Fang was still a man three steps away, but in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Zhang Xu, who was waiting for death with his head bowed.

"In the next life, don't meet Wang Lin. The man smiled coldly, and the knife slashed horizontally, and blood gushed out.

Zhang Xu looked desperate, looked down at the sword body that was already full of curls, and said in a low voice: "It's not that Zhang is weak, but that Zhang's sword tip can't be completely flattened." ”

The man closed his eyes hopelessly, and looked at the mountains and rivers with great nostalgia for the last time. At this moment, the old man who was running all the way gathered all his strength, spit out the strength in his hand, and broke through the air for six hundred miles with a sword, and came inadvertently.

There was a loud bang, the wind was full of energy, the big sleeves were undulating, and the sound of the wind rolled up from the long sword in the old man's hand, roaring towards Wang Lin.

Wang Lin has been in the battle formation for a long time, and his body and internal strength are naturally outstanding. Looking at the figure of the person who came as fast as the wind, although it was a little tricky. After touching, I also have a rough idea of the details of the people who came.

He stretched out his hand to slash forward, discarded the knife and used his waist to exert force instead, and the force was transmitted to the end, turning into a whistling punch and slamming it on the face of Feng Baiji, who was unable to retreat.

The old man's right side of his face was forced, and he was not fighting, but took advantage of the man's huge fist to step back a little.

"Oh, who am I? It turned out to be a hundred episodes of the wind, a hero of the wind! No wonder the power of a sword is as fierce as mountains and rivers pressing the boundary, as fast as a long wind!" Wang Lin roared loudly, pacing forward step by step, and attacking with his backhand.

"Aggressive!" the old man's expression was cold, sharp as a knife. He bent his arm again and raised his sword.

The long sword bent and fluttered.

The cold light poured down the old man's thin fingers, and swept the cold light in bursts. Although no one was manipulating, at this time of the struggle, the three-foot Qingfeng in the old man's hand seemed to be more and more straight forward and unpredictable. Wang Lin, who was close at hand, was also a little confused.

Wang Lin is so cold. After suffering a small loss at the beginning, he looked at the ethereal spirit in front of him, like an immortal holding a sword, and he could break the immortal old man. He turned his body and looked at the road carefully, although he paid the price of the tip of the sword, but the two fingers that were closed in an instant just caught the three-foot Qingfeng in the old man's hand.

There was a loud bang, and the three-foot Qingfeng in the old man's hand broke off in response!

Zhang Xu's eyes were dim, and he only vaguely saw a flash of white light flashing in front of him, and the old man's tall body was already in front of him.

Zhang Xu raised his arm vigorously, and finally touched the old man's fingers, but under his hand, he only felt that the water was dripping and sticky.

"Master!" the man let out an earth-shattering cry, tears streaming down his face.

In the darkness of the corridor, a drunken man with a wine jug in one hand sprinkled the desolate ground.

"If it wasn't for Master and you to take him in, Qingshuang doesn't know if she would have been dead on the street. With this, Qingshuang should give you a peaceful old age. But Master, you still don't understand Qingshuang after all. The man raised his right hand, which was holding the flask, and poured a lot of wine on the place where the old man was. After two bright eyes shot into the dark place, he picked up the flask and drank it, saying goodbye to his master.

"Brother's wall......" The old man turned his face and looked at the apprentice he had always been optimistic about.

"Xu'er, Master still can't let you go. The corners of the old man's lips grinned, and he said words that he felt were indistinct.

Zhang Xu's five fingers stretched out tightly, and pressed against the old man's shoulder, his hand exerted force, and the Dao Dao energy gushed out from between his fingers, but after touching the old man, he was like a mud cow into the sea, and there was no echo. Only the body in his arms, which was gradually cooling, exuded a trace of warmth.

"Zhang Xu was blessed with great kindness from his master, and his martial arts climbed all the way. The year of the weak crown has reached the realm of the second grade, if you don't die this time, Zhang Xu will hold the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand and take your head. Zhang Xu's eyes were blurred with tears and he gritted his teeth. He took the long sword that had broken in two from the old man's hand and thrust it into the mottled ground.

The cold wind is lonely, scraping bones and hurting people.

"Zhang Xu?"

"You are a little interesting, you dare to speak out when you are dying, saying that you want to take my head. I don't know that a gentleman has a fault. Wang Lin sneered, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but glow with a cold arc again.

He took a bold step, and the slender long knife reappeared in the man's hand.

Zhang Xu's pupils were cold, and they didn't flash at all. It seems to have turned a deaf ear to the impending danger in front of him, and has managed to put life and death out of the way.

Qingshuang leisurely drank all the wine in the pond, and his slanted eyes happened to see a trace of determination flashed by the long blade in Wang Lin's hand.

With a loud bang, the finely textured wine jar in Qingshuang's hand exploded, sprinkling endless ripples of water in this hidden place of shadows.

"Zhang Xu!" The man's face was distorted, and the word Zhang Xu was almost scraped out of the man's throat, and countless water wave carvings sounded in this deep alleyway.

Although Wang Lin wanted to go down, he completely completed this deal. When the wind was slaughtered for a hundred episodes, the man sensed an extraordinarily sharp aura in the shadows. Originally, he wanted to use Zhang Xu to test friends and foes, but Wang Lin, who had been in battle for a long time, also understood that if he made a strong enemy at this time, although he could rely on Yipin to cultivate for a big battle, he was not afraid. I'm afraid that the people who come will also hide it, and if I pick up the profits of the fisherman, then my reputation will be a little worrying.

The man who is not good at money and fame blinked his gloomy eyes, grabbed Zhang Xu who was already unable to move with one hand, and threw it straight over with a roar at the dark shadow on the street corner.