The candle shadow on the table shook red, and Yin Wu's beautiful and unusually beautiful face was a little cloudy and uncertain between the shaking of the candle shadow.

"Why did Mademoiselle put the boy off the boat? The sect master will definitely know about this matter, and I am afraid that Miss Yu will be greatly inconvenienced by then. The red girl looked at Yin Wu and said with some worry.

"That young man is an unrelated person in the first place, so why implicate him. Yin Wu looked at the candle flame, a little distracted, "Besides, in Mengzhou City, this young man could obviously kill us, but he never drew his sword." ”

"I can't figure it out either, the matter in Mengzhou City is just a play, how could the sect master let the young lady take such a strange risk? Fortunately, I met this young man, if it was other ruthless people, with the methods of his cultivators, the young lady was only afraid that it would be really dangerous. The red girl's expression was a hint of fear, and there was genuine concern.

"Sect Master's thoughts, where can we people guess?" Yin Wu smiled, but her beautiful smile was a little sad, "Maybe the sect master already knows what kind of person that young man is, so he will let us go." ”

When he said this, he had a big question in his heart.

Yin Wu suddenly showed a look of vigilance again, "Don't mention that incident again, the wall has ears, I'm afraid it will leak out." ”

The red girl sighed faintly, "Miss is still soft-hearted after all. The boy and the little beggar were not on the sect master's list in the first place. But the second son of the Simon family is the person named by the sect master, and now he has also gotten off the boat with him, how can the sect master explain it?"

"Ximen Fugui wants to get off the ship, which I didn't expect, but it's not easy to stop. Otherwise, it will make others suspicious, and it will be a real bad thing. Yin Wu's expression was also a little gloomy, "I will report this matter to the sect master, and I don't think he will punish me too much." ”

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"I didn't expect to be picked up by you as a piece of wood, so it seems that I was really drunk at the wrong time. The night was as cold as water, and the shepherd looked completely awake, and the habitual smile hung on the corner of his mouth again.

"Alas, a great opportunity was wasted for you, and I don't know what you think about this wood. While listening to Ximen Fugui's speech, Shepherd expressed his feelings, "Who is Miss Yin Wu, she is a famous Qing Qi person who moves the world, and you are alone in a room, and you haven't even had anything to do with her." ”

Simon Fugui spent two pounds of spittle, and finally let the shepherd figure out what happened after he was drunk. After being worthless for Ye Li for a long time, he suddenly restrained his smile, straightened his face, and asked solemnly, "Have you ever mentioned me to Miss Yin Wu?"

Ye Li glanced at him and didn't answer, but he was very strange in his heart, why did you mention you to Yin Wu?

Shepherd looked at Ye Li, his expression was a little sad, "You didn't mention me to her?"

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The night fog became thicker, and the crescent moon in the sky was completely obscured, and everywhere in sight, it was as white as a veil. If it weren't for the sound of paddling, they would not have known that they were still on the surface of the lake, and they really couldn't tell where they were.

Suddenly the wind rose in the thick fog. The wind was very light and soft, like a slender jade hand brushing the cheek of a sleeping lover. The breeze was so gentle, so gentle that you could barely feel it.

Ye Li felt the wind. The wind came from the stern of the ship and blew in front of his eyes. A jade hand really appeared in front of him, with slender fingers, crystal flawless, and gentle movements, as if an amorous woman was about to touch her sweetheart's cheek.

Who would refuse such a hand?

No one could bear to refuse, but Ye Li had to refuse. Because in front of that jade hand, there is also a slender long sword.

The sword was so thin. Or to be precise, it can't be called a sword at all, it's just an embroidery needle more than three feet long. It was held in the jade hand, and it stabbed forward gently, so casually, as if it was sewing some of the worn clothes on the returning wanderer's body.

Such a slender sword, hidden in the thick fog, stabbed gently, making people not even aware of it. Therefore, such a sword, no matter who it is aimed at, should not pierce the air.

It's a pity that no matter how gentle the hand is, no matter how slender the sword is, when it moves, there will always be some slight changes in airflow. This change is the breeze.

Ye Li has been practicing swords since he was four years old, chopping firewood from mountain to mountain on the island, and he doesn't know how many times he has swung the sword. And most of the time, he repeats that action, so he has an almost instinctive perception of the sword.

When the breeze first rose, Ye Li had already sensed the sword.

Before the wind came, Ye Li made a move. With his comprehension of the way of the sword, the master realm of this sword is not extremely high, and it is only worthy of the fifth grade, but it is the weirdest sword he has ever seen since he left the island.

If his realm was not lost, it would naturally be very easy to deal with such a sword, but now he is just an ordinary martial arts master. What's more, the long sword he had been carrying on his back had long been lost in Dangyang City on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The wind has arrived. The slender tip of the sword pierced the thick fog without a sound.

Ye Li paused lightly, as if he suddenly remembered something that he couldn't regret.

The stern of the boat was gently pressed down, and a stream of lake water shot upwards under this light pressure, which could fall in front of Ye Li, and instantly dispersed, forming a water mirror. The thin sword stabbed at this moment, and it was stabbing on the mirror, only half a foot away from Ye Li's face.

The water mirror disappears, turning into countless droplets that fall back to the surface of the lake.

The power of that sword has also been exhausted, and naturally it can no longer hurt people. So just as it was when it came, it was silent when it was withdrawn. It's just that the hand holding the sword is still in the fog, and I don't know when the next sword will be stabbed?

Ye Li grabbed a piece of wood pulp from the stern of the boat and held it horizontally in his hand, as if holding a firewood knife.

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"Sycamore has already disembarked, and I asked her to go. The Red Girl suddenly spoke.

Yin Wu stretched out his hand to push open the small window, looking at the white mist that bypassed his fingers, and heard the red girl's unexplained sentence, his face changed slightly.

"I still can't watch Miss being punished by the sect master for this. Simon Fugui is the head of the sect, so I can't let him go. As for the boy and the little beggar, since they knew about it, of course they couldn't leave alive. The red girl also looked at the white mist between Yin Wu, her eyes were a little hollow, "Everyone has their own destiny, and our destiny is in the hands of the sect master. And they may become a pile of mud under this West Lake, which is fate. ”

Yin Wu looked at the red girl with a very complicated expression.

"The boy may be a good man, maybe he is really innocent. But for the great affairs of the sect master, and the fate of the young lady, this kind of mercy is meaningless. ”