"Although I don't know what the hermit's plan is. However, I can be sure that these bandits are not the followers of the hermitage. ”

"Because, before yesterday, the hermit had been looking for the one behind them. ”

“...”

At that, everyone was shocked and their eyes widened.

Li Qingfeng's anger didn't subside much, and seemed to be even stronger: "What do you mean by this!?"

Lu Suifeng's face showed a little shame, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the fire: "It is very likely that from the day I brought Xia Xun to the Seven Stars, the plan of the hidden master should have begun to be laid out..."

"Speak human words!" Li Qingfeng shouted.

Lu Suifeng, who was reprimanded, was even more ashamed.

"What has happened in the past few months, perhaps, is in the hermit's plan. And Xia Xun may be the chess piece used for layout, or maybe the horn..."

As he spoke, he slowly took out a red cloth brocade box inlaid with nine golden dragons from his arms, which was very luxurious.

"This was sent by the hermit from the Northlands. At that time, along with a page of letter paper and a sentence, was delivered. ”

"Faith, you have seen it the day before yesterday. The words are only seven words..."

"The mountains are burned before they can be used. ”

“............”

As soon as the seven characters came out, it was like ice water covering the top. The atmosphere was suddenly cold, and the flames swayed wildly.

Everyone was staring at the Nine Dragons brocade box in Lu Suifeng's hand.

Fear and anger welled up in everyone's hearts at the same time, but everyone was just watching, and no one thought to open the brocade box.

Because, Lu Suifeng's words have been said bluntly enough, and the nine golden dragons on the box speak for themselves. There are some things, it goes without saying...

“......”

Like a defeated rooster, the Heavenly Pivot sat down weakly.

Li Qingfeng was still standing, but his anger was gradually completely swallowed up by fear, his face was not shiny, and his eyes were dead.

"It turned out that it was all within his layout. He calculated that Wentian would break the game, and he would count the pure yang at the Xia Xun meeting...

”

"Count the madman to go crazy......"

"Count your grandson to be seriously injured, count to a thousand birds..."

Li Qingfeng trembled his throat, as if he was enchanted, and muttered softly sentence by sentence.

His voice, like a grievance, drifted through the mountains and pierced into everyone's heart.

Looking back at this time, everyone suddenly realized everything that had happened before. In fact, it's just a chess game that has been laid out for a long time. Whether it was the thousands of Seven Stars, Pure Yang, and Wentian disciples who had died before, or Yu Guanchuan and the girl's leisurely layout, they were all in the old man's arrangement.

And his own grandchildren...

Chen Suixin's face was not much better than Li Qingfeng, he frowned bitterly, with fear, and asked tremblingly:

"Now that Tiange, Yueyang Tower, and the Southern Regions Bandit Gang have all taken action, can't this box be used yet?"

Lu Suifeng carefully retracted the brocade box into his arms and raised his head.

"Since the hidden master said so, there will always be a reason for him..."

"Is it ......?"

Chen Suixin's blank face was a little surprised.

"Anyone else hasn't made a move?"

"Maybe..."

“......”

Nothing to say.

The fire crackled.

The black smoke rises high and merges with the 180 green smoke of the mountainside.

Let the original clear sky, a clear blue sky, and more slender black dirt.

Be a fly in the ointment...

Far to the north, between the white clouds.

A palm-sized black crow flew by at such a fast speed that people could only see a scratched cloud mark...

In just two blinks of an eye, the cloud marks in the sky shot directly into Yueyang Tower in the north of the city from the extreme north.

"Smack!"

The crow flapped its wings a few times and stopped on the railing of the largest chamber, motionless as if it were a dead thing.

A slender palm stretched out in front of the crow's pointed beak.

"Whew!"

The crow screamed, and spat out a tiny bamboo tube from its mouth and landed on the palm of its outstretched hand.

"It's disgusting..."

It was the beautiful woman, she pursed her lips in disgust, and at the same time used her fingers to pull open the bamboo tube, pull out the roll of paper hidden inside, and open...

I saw that eight small characters were neatly written on the paper in gold ink.

"The golden phoenix flies south, Luo Jue returns alone"

The beautiful woman looked at the contents of the paper, and walked back to the chamber with small steps.

"You're right again. ”

She spread the roll paper on the round table and looked at Jin Buchang charmingly.

"Inevitably..."

Huge figure, little movement. is still concentrating on obscene the boobs of the singer in his arms.。

"That's not right..."

The master squinted his eyes and leaned on the paper, as if he was afraid that he had made a mistake, and looked at it carefully: "The one on the dragon chair should have dreamed of killing the ghost plot, right?

"What's all the fuss about..."

The old woman sitting by the brazier took a deep breath of smoke into the cigarette stick: "Don't forget, the ghost has been in the palace for much longer than the dragon chair. ”

The master turned his head and squinted at the old woman: "Then don't forget your old man, the ghost plot was trying in every possible way to slay the dragon..."

"Whew..."

The old woman slowly spit out a white smoke from her heart: "So what? Didn't the dragon be slaughtered in the end? On the contrary, his body of Wen Tao and Wu Strategy was all inherited by the ghost and Lu Fengxian..."

He can't pay back this kindness for the rest of his life. ”

“......”

It seems that the old woman's words are reasonable, and the master is no longer entangled.

"I don't think so..."

The scholar waved his fan and shook his head.

"If he really remembered the old grace, then he wouldn't have used the dim question of the Emperor Star twelve years ago to wield the knife that cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

"There must be some articles in this that we don't know about, and we'd better consider it. ”

The young woman twisted the paper and threw it into the brazier.

A smear of white ash was blown away by the wind in an instant...

"Yes or no. As long as the boy survives, we'll have some time to set up our backs. ”

"It's just..."

As she spoke, the young woman walked up to the scholar seusefully and gently stopped the fan with her fingers. He continued coldly: "We are all hard-working people in the same boat, so let's row the boat quickly while the wind and waves are calm now..."

The beautiful woman's tone became colder and colder the more she spoke...

"If you want others to row the boat, but you save your energy and wait for the boat to capsize, you can run faster..."

"Then when the waves come, none of us will want to run away!"

“......”

The beautiful woman glanced around the room with cold eyes like a poisonous snake.

"I think you all know this simple truth. ”

“......”

Cold...

Except for the old woman and Jin Buchang, the rest of the four people in the house were all seen by the beautiful woman in a cold sweat, and their eyes did not dare to look at them, and they couldn't help but look away.

"Hey..."

Jin Buchang sighed slightly for no reason.

“......”

It's just that the singer in his arms, I don't know when, has been trembling slightly, shaking more and more, and her face is pale. It's like a sheep is crazy, and I almost don't foam at the mouth...

"I said you should pay attention next time, can you?"

Jin Buchang glanced at everyone in the room dissatisfied, and then looked at the singer in his arms. The big fat hand stroked from the singer's white face to the base of her neck...

"Master Jin... I... I... I didn't hear anything..."

"I really didn't hear... Jin Ye..."

The singer's breathing became more and more rapid, and her eyes became larger and larger as she looked at Jin Buchang, begging for mercy in her mouth.

It's helplessness, it's panic.

"Hey..."

Jin Buchang sighed with regret and again: "It's a pity that this face..."

Suddenly, the big hand squeezed hard.

"Click"

Poor singer,

Before he could struggle, his hands hung limply. Her delicate body also quickly stopped shaking as life passed. Only a pair of frightened eyes were still open, and they were eerily wide...

A fragile life left this world silently.

The other six people in the room didn't even look at her, let alone take pity.

People, that's it.

The noble ascend to the sky, and the cheap crawl to the ground, just like ants...

Sunset, West Mountain, dusk thin

Branches on the moon...

The night wanders, the moon wanders.

I wonder what I am.

By the side of the building, fireworks are blowing,

Sleepless nights and busy.

The Northern Regions of the Tang Dynasty...

The silver serpent that traveled north did not sleep, but still moved forward.

The night was silent, no crickets, only horses' hooves.

suddenly

"Instantly..."

Above the nine heavens, a golden light flashed.

The speed was extremely fast, only a few minutes slower than the black crow that flew into Yueyang during the day. If it weren't for someone looking up in advance, no one would have known that something had ever flown in the dark night sky...

And at this moment,

In the belly of the silver snake, the ruthless girl in the big chariot is just one of the people who look up in advance.

The cold wind came in through the window, stirring her long hair, but it did not disturb her emotions, and she looked up at the night with indifferent white eyes...

The girl seems to be afraid of the cold...

Slender hands slowly glide over the white curtains, closing the hem of the window. The few wisps of coolness that scraped in before made her already pale cheeks even whiter...

The golden light passed, flying south.

Two go, one returns.

The bright moon on the branches rises and sets.

The frost and snow that had condensed overnight were covered with dew by the newborn red sun, and swayed on the eaves. A few northern birds that came south to spend the winter flapped their wings, swept over the towering Yueyang Tower, and flew into the clouds.

There were very few people downstairs, and there were only eight or nine hurried homecomings who stayed overnight in Gelou on the big street, as well as some early load-carrying vendors.

The guests have to go home, and the vendors have to go upstairs, in and out.

Yueyang Tower, where the morning dawn has just arrived, has gradually had a busy scene.

Downstairs door,

Two strong men in black, one in front of the other, carrying a six-foot-long black burlap bag on their shoulders, walked out.

Passers-by are like evil spirits, and they are afraid to avoid them...

The two didn't go far, they carried the diameter of the cloth bag to the ferry next door, and then casually threw the cloth bag into the river...

"Boom..."

The contents of the cloth bag did not seem to be heavy. Just interrupted a small wave, splashed a few splashes, and then resurfaced, drifting downstream with the river.

The two walked out of the building and then threw objects by the river, the whole process was clean and neat, without any hesitation. It seems like it's just a little thing in their daily life.

However, just such a small thing made passers-by feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.

It's just that sadness is just sadness, it can't be eaten, and no one will say a word about it.

Therefore, it will not be long before this little sadness will be quickly evaporated as the sun rises...