When Murong Ziyun saw this scene, she looked at Lu Chen, who was like wood beside her, and compared the two, she suddenly lost interest, turned around and left the vendor, and said indifferently: "Let's go!"

Lu Chen glanced at Murong Ziyun in surprise, and paused for a moment, a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this woman is so cute.

"Where are you going?" Lu Chen asked from behind.

Murong Ziyun said with a cold expression: "Go back, it's not too early!"

"Go back, it's too early, isn't it?it's still very bright, you can continue to shop!" Lu Chen glanced at the sky, it had only been out for a while, and the senior sister was not interested, her temper was really weird.

"Go back!" Murong Ziyun's face turned pale, and his tone suddenly became very cold.

Lu Chen was stunned, wasn't he very happy just now, Senior Sister's face turned faster than a book, which made him speechless for a while.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the illuminated Qingxi Town is full of different kinds of beauty, like a fragrant flower growing in a deep valley, blooming with a faint fragrance at the foot of the verdant mountains.

The cries on the street gradually weakened, the time was actually early, but in this cold winter, the weather was suddenly cold, and it was really not suitable for the people to go out for a night tour.

Presumably, people at this time should have climbed onto the kang and hugged their mother-in-law and children into sleep.

As time went on, the streets became less crowded and cold, and the occasional weak dog barking and a few scattered frolic sounds were heard around the corner of the street, adding a bit of life to the quiet town.

The cold moon slanted to the west, the silver veil sprinkled all over the ground, the withered treetop branches, a nightingale was crying softly and cooing, and several of the same sounds came from the nearby mountains and forests, as if calling for friends.

In the dark alley, the wind was gusting, and suddenly there was a rush of footsteps, and a group of mysterious swordsmen dressed in black and masked, holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword in their hands, and skulls on their arms, these people were like crickets swimming in the dark places in the mountains, quietly passing through the dark corners of the eaves, approaching the largest inn in the center of the streets of Qingxi Town.

Twelve swordsmen in Tsing Yi flew around the eaves and walls, staggered and floating in the air, like pieces of fallen leaves, gently filling, silent, falling around the street corner near the inn, a pair of cold eyes staring at the flickering figures in the courtyard.

Suddenly, the quiet town was enveloped in a sense of slaughter, and the creatures who sensed something was wrong stopped the restlessness of the nightlife.

Lu Chen pushed open the window, looked up at the round of cold moon out of the hill, the cold wind of winter poured into his collar, a chill hit his whole body, and whispered: "This moonlight is really cold enough!"

His eyes fell on the small courtyard, and several Sword Sect disciples were patrolling back and forth, vigilantly guarding against night thieves who might appear at night.

"Woo..."

At this time, a gentle flute suddenly came from a corner of the fresh and quiet town, the melody is soothing and beautiful, like a stream, which is refreshing. It is like telling the infinite thoughts of the piper, and when you hear this ethereal and beautiful flute, you will feel an unknown emotion stirring your heart.

Those parade Sword Sect disciples listened quietly, and involuntarily stopped, standing in the courtyard, the ethereal and soft sound of the flute was like an invisible little hand, helping them loosen their muscles and bones. An inexplicable pleasant mood quietly permeated their hearts, as if they had come to the gentle township of Luoying, unable to extricate themselves.

One of the Sword Sect disciples closed his eyes, laughed stupidly for a while, and suddenly fell to the ground, as if he had been drained of his whole body strength.

The flute sounded like a dream sound. Through the long years, it is still the same as before, and it is scattered and scattered. The gentle sound of the flute touches the afterglow of the setting sun, as if the petals of thousands of flowers in the sky are falling one after another, embellishing the solemn painting into a dream.

"Is there a flute?" Lu Chen quietly listened to this quiet and beautiful nocturne, the original nervous mood gradually became soothed, and the melodious and brisk melody was like a beautiful note from the flowing spring, washing away the troubles and sorrows accumulated in his heart with gentle force!

The body suddenly stumbled, and his shoulder accidentally hit the window, and Lu Chen suddenly woke up: "Something is wrong, this flute sound is weird!"

He looked down at the courtyard again, and was horrified to find that the disciples of the Sword Sect who were originally on the tour seemed to be enchanted, all of them did not move, one by one, like wood, and the corners of their mouths showed a foolish smile, as if they were immersed in an indescribable dream, and they fell down one after another.

"Wake me up!" Lu Chen roared hard, biting the tip of his tongue at the same time, the sharp pain made him quickly wake up from the nightmare.

This roar, like a thunderclap from the bottom, resounded in every corner of the inn, and those disciples of the Sword Sect who were hypnotized by the sound of the flute woke up like a dream, sweating profusely.

"What's wrong!"

"Who's it, big night!"

Hearing Lu Chen's shouts, Murong Ziyun, Han Wenqing, and Teng Qinglei hurriedly rushed out of the wing room to check the movement outside, and were taken aback when they saw the figures lying down in the courtyard.

At this moment, suddenly, a burst of passionate string sounds rose into the air, erratic, meandering, and graceful. Sometimes rushing to the roof, sometimes floating to the feet, suddenly high-pitched and rapid, the aftermath lingers. It is soft and ethereal, and it wants to be receiving, but when it turns, it suddenly becomes sonorous and powerful, and it is subdued. It penetrates every pore of people's body and ignites the craziest desires in their hearts.

Lu Chen quickly jumped onto the inn with a soft sword in his hand, the top of the corner of the independent house, his expression was solemn and he scanned the surroundings, his gaze suddenly condensed, and he fell to the ridge of an attic not far away.

The cold moon hung high, a tall and thin figure lay on the ridge of the roof, the loose red robe fluttered in the wind, the head full of green silk fluttered wantonly, and countless fallen leaves flew in the wind, like a dancing singer, showing a moving and wonderful figure. The evil azure eyes were half-concealed and half-hidden, full of mockery. Beneath the slender red lips is a delicate emerald green flute, with a long red ribbon dancing in the wind, showing an uninhibited style.

"Sure enough, someone is making trouble!" Lu Chen's eyes were slightly cold, staring at the other party, and the blade of the sword reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

The passionate and high-pitched flute sound kept coming, like a general sharp cone smashed on the atrium, and everyone couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The disciples of the Sword Sect in the courtyard woke up from their distractions, thinking that this was the end, but the melodious sound of the flute in the night sky suddenly became high-pitched and sharp, as if there were thousands of troops and horses rushing and fighting in their minds, the swords collided, and the qi and blood in the body suddenly turned uncontrollably, every pore of the whole body exploded, and there were countless sharp buzzing roars in the eardrums, and some serious Sword Sect disciples couldn't resist the trouble of the magic sound, and blood spurted out of their mouths, and their faces turned pale.

"Hmph, dare to make trouble and find death!" Lu Chen snorted coldly, jumped up on tiptoe, and turned into a sharp arrow and swept towards the other party.

However, in mid-air, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the dark alley, and the green sword light flashed, and Lu Chen was caught off guard and forced back to the roof of the inn.

It was a masked assassin in Tsing Yi, holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand, staring at him indifferently, with an extremely strong momentum.

"Yes, there is no one left in the inn!" The Tsing Yi assassin stared at Lu Chen with cold eyes, raised his sword and pointed at it, full of domineering.

As soon as the words fell, dozens of figures rushed out of the darkness like locusts, overwhelmingly surrounding the inn from mid-air, turning into afterimages and heading straight to the second floor of the inn.

"Everyone be careful, there are assassins!" Seeing this scene, Murong Ziyun's brain was buzzing, she was the second to discover the assassin, and she instantly came back to her senses and shouted eagerly.

"Be careful, enemy attack!" Han Wenqing also hurriedly shouted, turned around and rushed into the side room and took out his personal sword.

At this time, it is already too late.

As if they had calculated the right moment, the black-clad assassins took the opportunity to break into the courtyard and went on a killing spree, without mercy.

The disciples of the Sword Sect had just been severely injured by the strange sound of the flute, and they didn't even have the strength to draw their swords now, how could they have the strength to resist these black-clothed assassins who were still plotting, and the situation fell to one side in an instant.

Those black-clothed assassins broke into the inner courtyard of the inn, their movements were fast, clean and neat, they cut when they saw people, they raised their knives and slashed, blood and water flew away, several Sword Sect disciples had no power to resist, and they died in the hands of the black-clothed assassins in a blink of an eye, and the bloody qi instantly filled the entire courtyard.

When Murong Ziyun, Han Wenqing, and Teng Qinglei saw this scene, they were immediately furious, and they each flew out and pounced on the black-clothed assassins who had killed their fellow disciples.

The blue sword light flashed, and a black-clothed swordsman had an extra blood mark on his eyebrows, and then he fell weakly.

Murong Ziyun kicked a black-clothed swordsman who rushed from the side, looking at the messy scene in the courtyard, his expression was extremely gloomy, and he instantly realized that something was wrong, they were secretly targeted by a certain force: "Damn, this group of bastards, it's really ghostly!"

"Senior sister, there are too many assassins, what should I do!" Han Wenqing was besieged by three black-clothed assassins, holding a dark red long sword in his hand and flying briskly, flashing three times in an instant, like a ghost in the darkness, each flash pierced a black-clothed swordsman.

Teng Qinglei sneered: "Hmph, the more you come, the better, kill one at a time, since you are here, don't even think about leaving, let them see the power of the disciples of the Sword Sect!" He has been traveling all year round and is used to killing days, so when these assassins appeared, they didn't seem to be too panicked, but they were the calmest of their elite disciples.

The fierce figure soared up, and the arc scimitar slashed into the air, instantly cutting a black-clothed swordsman in half, and the thick blood mist burst open on the spot, splashing his face, adding a breath of evil aura to Teng Qinglei's whole person.

With the addition of their three elite disciples, the situation of the dumping was slightly flattened.

The originally quiet night was instantly pierced by the terrible screams, and the blood quietly rendered the quiet night.

"Who sent you!" Lu Chen landed on the cornice, staring at the figure in Tsing Yi below, the cold wind blowing his robe, and the sound of hunting.