The bright moon was hooked, hanging upside down on the swaying wine in the jar, and it was also shaken to folds.

Autumn is cool and lonely, and Jian Ming has long been unable to feel it.

All of the senses of the sword have been stripped of by the wine.

There are so many people drinking in heaven and on earth, who hasn't seen it?

Some people take advantage of the idle wind to peel peanuts and take a few sips; some people gather in a crowd, cut a few catties of beef, and pour wine into their throats; and some people only drink wine in front of the bright moon.

This is, of course, the way to get drunk.

The way to drink the sword is simply the same as begging for death.

Jian Ming poured one altar after another into his stomach, and he didn't even look at the peeled peanuts and cut beef. Soon, his stomach was about to be filled with wine, so Jian Ming clasped his fingertips around his throat to induce vomiting, and then poured it after spitting.

The jar of wine was piled up, or collapsed, or shattered, or sprinkled, like a prison, encircling the sword.

The person who had drunk too much finally got down and muttered.

There has always been only one name, He Jiefeng.

The melancholy that is difficult to let go of the sword is how to solve the wind.

For Moyutang, for the second room, no matter how much Xie Feng is not yet significant.

Three years ago, on a rainy night, this man stood wet on the street, blocking the road with a pair of ten-bladed knives.

On the other side of the road is Lu Muqing with an umbrella.

Lu Muqing did not move, like a mountain, without the slightest expression.

At that time, He Jiefeng gritted his teeth and desperately stopped his body from trembling. He Xie Feng felt cold. In fact, with a physique like He Xie Feng, he can walk around in a thin coat on a snowy winter night. He Jiefeng felt cold because of the wound under his ribs.

Three years ago, it was also late autumn.

Such a cool night, such a cool rain.

The rain wet the long hair on He Jiefeng's back, and a strand of it had slipped messily down on his face, covering his right eye.

There is no doubt that there is an opportunity.

No one will miss it.

The person holding the umbrella for Lu Muqing twisted his wrist, and the umbrella spiraled up in the air, throwing away all the rain above Lu Muqing's head, and his ankle was pressed and jumped, and the whole person had penetrated into the rain like a flying arrow.

Just look at its strength and feet, even if it is not a top master, it has reached the top level.

In the dark night, this person's ten fingers connected with his heart actually put on steel claws at some point, and he appeared in front of He Jiefeng, making a tiger claw, as if he could take out He Jiefeng's heart socket in the next moment.

It wasn't until this person approached that He Jiefeng reacted.

He Xie Feng is really slow.

dragging the wound, not only did he react, but even the knife came out slowly.

The steel claw had dug into the heart.

He Jiefeng's "eight-character furious slash" finally began to slash.

The steel claw was cut off with ten fingers in a row, and the tiger claw turned into a cat's foot, and the heart could no longer be removed.

The heartache caused the man to fall to the ground all at once, rolling over and throbbing.

Under the ten steel claws on He Jiefeng's chest, they also flowed crimson one after another.

The rain continued to lap relentlessly, as if it could wash away everything that had just happened.

He Jiefeng carried the knife and walked forward.

I don't know if it was because the cold and bleak rain had paralyzed He Jiefeng's nerves, and his steps were unusually solemn.

The umbrella flying in the sky also fell at this time, and Lu Muqing stretched out his hand slightly and took it.

He Jiefeng forced a smile out of his stiff face.

"Lu Muqing. ”

Lu Muqing nodded slightly, still calmly, and said.

"What a solution. ”

These two men have actually met.

He Jiefeng's double knives were staggered, like scissors on Lu Muqing's shoulders, but Lu Muqing was still motionless, not avoiding or hiding at all.

It was obvious that Lu Muqing's life fell on the knife edge, and he was calm, but it seemed that everything was under his control.

He Jiefeng's heart suddenly hung tight, and he even felt that he was being pressed by the ten steel claws that penetrated his flesh and skin.

He Xie Feng really couldn't stand this invisible oppression, and said.

"You're not afraid?"

Lu Muqing understated the authenticity.

"Isn't it true that I have no enmity with you? ”

He Xie Feng smiled.

The laughter caused blood to splatter from his chest.

What to understand the air duct.

"Those who have no grievances and no enemies, I am also willing to use the knife. ”

Lu Muqing sighed slightly and said.

"So, if you don't ask me for anything, I'll be dead. ”

What to understand the air duct.

"I have nothing to do with you, so what do I need to ask you?"

So Lu Muqing closed his eyes and said slowly.

"Kill me, since you have nothing to ask me. ”

He Jiefeng was a little dumbfounded and said.

"Is it really that important to ask for it or not?"

Lu Muqing still looked at him and said lightly.

"The people of Moyutang can stand the pleading, they can't stand the coercion. ”

He Xie Feng smiled bitterly, shook his head and smiled bitterly, kept shaking his head, and kept smiling bitterly. Blood also flowed, and as it retreated, it swayed lightly against the puddles of water on the potholed ground.

"Dangchang", the pair and two ten-bladed knives fell off the ground, and He Jiefeng finally couldn't hold his limbs and fell.

What to understand the air duct.

"I admit defeat, I don't take it. There is a person, there is a thing, I beg of you. ”

Lu Muqing said.

"You say. ”

He Xie Feng smiled and said.

"I've got a little imp here, and I hope you can feed it. ”

When did it rain?

Jian Ming didn't know. Headache, splitting headache, not from drunkenness, but from burning.

Whoever is drunk like a sword in the rainy night of late autumn will inevitably have a high fever!

Just like three years ago.

The owner of the liquor stall had put a cloak on him when he left, but now it was soaked under the rain. Usually, Jian Ming also has his back upright, but at this moment, after getting wet, there is a section stuck to his forehead, like He Xie Feng at the beginning.

The dawn could not reveal a single beam of light in the dark clouds.

Jian Ming held his heavy head, got up, recognized the direction, and walked forward.

With every step, you can feel water spilling into the soles of your boots, seeping through your socks and soaking your feet.

It was raining heavily.

Apricot red walls. Inside the wall, is where Ling Xiang lives.

Where my daughter's family lives, it's not just anyone who can break into it.

Even if the four maids with swords saw that the person who came was the sword underworld, they did not consider letting them go.

There was fire in the belly of the sword, and the fire in the throat was also pressed, and the fire was burning in the head, so he didn't have the heart to speak.

The left hand covering his head lifted the long hair in front of his forehead, and his right hand had drawn his sword, and suddenly, the rain flowers were full of sword flowers.

The four maids are also experts in swords, and when they flip their wrists, they are all sword light.

As soon as the five swords were handed over, the faces of the maids were immediately difficult to look at.

No one expected that from the thin sword of the sword, there would be boundless weight.

Within three moves, four swords were bent one after another, and after seven moves, the sword had withdrawn behind each maid and struck down the back of the four maids with his sword. Immediately, the four lost their weight and collapsed in front of the door.

After Jian Ming dealt with the four women as quickly as possible, he only felt a pain in his feet.

It seemed that his feet were completely soaked in the water.

Jian Ming continued walking, passing through the depleted flower pond, and then walking through a green wooden corridor before stopping.

Jian Ming pushed open the sliding door, and there was a honey fragrance rushing over.

There is also the smell of Ling Xiang in it.

Precisely, Ling Xiang was looking at Jian Ming with her wonderful apricot eyes open, her milky white snow neck and chest were naked outside the futon, but there was no panic to hide.

Ling Xiang smiled and said.

"You're looking for him?"

Jian Ming's eyes didn't seem to see Ling Xiang's beauty at all, and it was just the Tao.

"There's a sword, and I have to give it back to him no matter what. ”

Ling Xiang said.

"If you find him, return it. ”

After Ling Xiang finished speaking, her eyelids winked playfully at Jian Ming.