The cold wind was blowing, and Ye Jinyi and Tang Ci had been sitting on the roof of a certain pavilion of the Lu family for a long time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Lu family has a lot of courtyards, many pavilions, and naturally a lot of rooms, but it's a pity that now it seems that only the small courtyard where they are located seems to be the only one that can live in them, and there are only two rooms left there.

So Ye Jinyi took Tang Ci away with the excuse that the Lu family's house was quite large and they could find a place to sleep everywhere, and the result of leaving was that they were now sitting on the roof blowing the cold wind.

"Brother Night, do you really believe that Lu Nian will give us the Weeping Blood Sword?" Tang Ci looked at the moon above his head and spoke a little distractedly.

"I don't believe it. Ye Jinyi lay on his back on the green tile, covered his arms over his eyes, and cut the railway.

Tang Ci frowned and said, "Why?"

Ye Jinyi sighed, "Because they won't find a fool to do this." ”

Tang Ci groaned: "Fool, are you talking about Lu Nian." So who are they? Is there anyone else involved in this?"

Ye Jinyi raised his arm, looked at Tang Ci, and said with a tone of hatred that iron is not steel: "Didn't Lu Nian say that someone is behind the scenes?"

Tang Ci nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, yes, I remembered." So, what do we do next?"

Ye Jinyi paused for a long time before he said slowly: "Let it be, as long as Lu Nian is not dead, everything will still have a chance." It's just that I'm afraid someone won't be able to wait. ”

Tang Ci hurriedly came to Ye Jinyi's side, lowered his voice and asked, "Who?"

"A friend. ”

The night was very late, Ye Jinyi was half-leaning on the old railing and playing with the sword in his hand, and Tang Ci had already leaned on the corner of the stairs on the side and fell asleep, even if the occasional cold wind blew, it did not affect his sleep.

"Brocade boy, you wait, old me, one day I will refine a weapon that surpasses weeping blood, and when the time comes, the refining weapon on the rivers and lakes will only recognize me alone. When I refine this sword, I'll give it to you as a weapon, how about it?" Ye Jinyi leaned against the railing, looking at the sword in his hand, but remembered what Ji Zhuzi said to her a long time ago.

She still remembered that Ji Zhuzi was in a good mood at that time, so she drank a few more glasses of Huadiao wine, so she stroked her gray mustache, patted her shoulder and said this sentence with a smile.

If it weren't for Ji Zhuzi saying this, she might never have known that the old naughty boy who seemed to care about nothing on the surface still had an ideal in his heart that surpassed his master's ghost royalty.

It's a pity that at that time, because she mistakenly thought that she had killed Shen Yan by mistake, her heart was almost like ashes, if it weren't for Ji Zhuzi's persuasion, she would almost swear that she would never use a sword again in this life, so naturally she didn't have any interest in the peerless weapon in Ji Zhuzi's mouth, and she didn't even have any feeling for the weeping blood sword that everyone in the rivers and lakes wanted.

But now, she was so close to the legendary Weeping Blood Sword, and she was suddenly a little curious about what kind of magic the Weeping Blood Sword had, which made people in the martial arts yearn for it so much, and made Ji Zhuzi want to surpass it so hard.

At this moment, she also seemed to have an inexplicable longing for the Weeping Blood Sword.

This longing made her eyes burst out with a strange look, and she couldn't help but hook her lips, and her fingers gently brushed the black scabbard, thoughtful.

"Delicious chicken leg ・・・・・・" Tang Ci, who was sleeping on the side, suddenly began to dream, with an idiotic smile on his face, and his hand began to scratch in front of him, but this grasp just made him let go of the book in his hand.

Ye Jinyi slowly turned around, and her eyes fell on the book.

The book looked very ordinary, the blue-gray cover was wrinkled, there were some small stains on it, and the edges and corners of the book were slightly worn.

A cold wind blew, Tang Ci subconsciously curled up, but instead of waking up, he slept even deeper. And the bleak cold wind happened to blow through the mysterious book, lifted the cover of the book, and then blew it page by page.

Ye Jinyi was already standing in front of the book, and her gaze fell deeper and deeper on the pages, but if her eyes were fine, she could see that every page of the book was just blank paper, but it seemed that the book was old, and the paper was glowing with a dull yellow color.

But other than that, there's nothing unique about the book.

In other words, this book is so unique that Ye Jinyi can't see what makes it unique.

Ye Jinyi squatted down, raised his hand and gently patted Tang Ci's shoulder, and whispered tentatively: "Little brother, little brother." ”

Tang Ci subconsciously brushed away Ye Jinyi's hand, raised his hand and rubbed his nose, then turned over and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Ye Jinyi raised his hand to close the book and put it in Tang Ci's palm, and then stood back by the railing, looking at the bright moon in a daze.

"Rustle—"

The white moon was still hanging high in the sky, but there were thin lines of rain falling, dripping on the tip of the nose of the night brocade, and the fine rain fell on the leaves in the garden, making a slight sound like insects gnawing on the leaves.

"The long lamp has a fate, and the elder Xu is on a blind date. The night is forever and the rain is deeper. There is no day to work, and the dust is delusional. It's not true, He Men is quiet. Ye Jinyi narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her finger and pointed at the cold railing, silently reciting in her heart.

In this slight sound of rain, she suddenly stepped on the old railing, jumped onto the roof of the nearest house, and used the bright moonlight to perform light skills on the various pavilions of the Lu family, and finally jumped out of the courtyard wall of the Lu family.

The few green smoke on the lake had long since dissipated in this hazy drizzle, leaving a calm lake surface reflecting the white jade plate in the sky, emitting a white and misty halo, and then being broken into pieces of broken and blurred waves by the falling rain.

A small wooden boat was moored on the shore of the lake, and a waterproof canopy had already been erected on it, and a dim lamp was lit in the bow, which became brighter and brighter in the mist of the water, so bright that it had a warm smell.

The chiffle blew, the grass on the shore swayed and rustled, and the little wooden boat swayed gently on the water, like a baby's cradle.

"Is Childe here to ask for an answer?" Ye Jinyi had just stopped on the shore where the wooden boat was moored, and a human head poked out of the small window of the wooden boat, it was the old boatman who crossed the lake during the day, the boatman coughed first, then looked at Ye Jinyi and asked.

Ye Jinyi paused, and arched his hand to the old boatman: "Old man, I'm bothered to come here so late." ”

The boatman walked out of the cabin, lifted the lantern hanging on the bow of the boat, and said with a smile: "When people are old, they may die of sleep one day, but they should sleep less." ”

Ye Jinyi smiled: "The old man said that he was joking." ”