It took about half an hour.

The wine in the pot is already slightly cool, and there is still half a candle on the table.

Outside the window, the night breeze suddenly made a big noise, and the purple robe in the house suddenly stopped.

In front of the golden silk nanmu table covered with red cloth, Sima Xiande was sitting precariously, with a pair of black eyebrows slightly extended, silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, "This is the Wang Manxiu I know." ”

With that, he raised his eyes to look at the red-makeup woman across the table—he saw that her eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a bright light in her bright eyes.

In this half-pillar of incense, Sima Xiande kept telling Qin Yugu about how he met Wang Manxiu in Mengyue City, met Wang Manxiu, knew Wang Manxiu, and finally admired Wang Manxiu.

After a long speech, he breathed a sigh of relief and drank a sip of cold wine in the pot, which also had a unique charm.

"Before today, the last time I saw him was three days ago, at his house. Sima Xiande put down the wine jug, raised his hand to wipe his face that was slightly red by the wind, and said to her, "Later, he was called away by the Zhou family, and he should not return until night...... When I went to Yin's house again the next day, Wang Manxiu and he had already gone up to Ninglin Mountain with Yin Shao and them. ”

Qin Yugu shook his head with joy on his face.

Speaking of which, when she first listened to Sima Xiande's narration, her fair-skinned and delicate, powdery face was full of surprise and astonishment, as if a drooping girl was listening to the magnificent ghosts and ghosts, and her eyes were full of unbelievable thoughts. It's unbelievable, but listening to it, I can't remember exactly which sentence Sima Xiande started with, and a bright light suddenly flashed in her dark eyes, and then the whole person's expression gradually became happy, just like the drooping girl heard the last of the ghosts and ghosts, and the Xuanshi with the fine channel method came out of the mountain and calmed the great demon who was causing trouble in the world in one fell swoop.

But Sima Xiande is not a storyteller on the third street in the east of the city, and what he tells is naturally not a fantasy - although in this story, the image of Wang Manxiu is also quite positive, and there is also a magnificent scene of the three sons of the Zhou family splitting the purple thunder in the sky...... But Qin Yugu is the eldest lady of the Qin family of Qimen, even if this kind of scene is not too big, even if you don't see it much, it should not be surprising, and it is not enough to be so happy.

But she was still happy, her two little hands were quietly clenched into fists, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise upward, a reserved look of joy.

Sima Xiande blinked, feeling strange.

He didn't think much about it, and asked directly, "Mei Zhi'er, what are you happy about?" Is it because he escaped from the hands of the old monster who helped the family......? I was really surprised...... But after thinking about it again, he is not that Wang Manxiu? It's one thing to win or not to win Fuliu, but it should be no problem to come back alive. ”

When the voice fell, I saw Qin Yugu nodding briskly at first, but then quickly shook his head, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"The fact that Wang Gongzi was able to survive from the hands of the Three Saints of a Hundred Years is indeed surprising enough - if I remember correctly, it seems that among those Xuan Masters who have fought against the Three Saints of a Hundred Years, except for Wang Gongzi, there is only one survivor, and it is not like Wang Gongzi who has escaped with his whole body. ”

She smiled, leaned back in her chair, held her chest straight, looked sideways at the bright moon in the sky, felt the night breeze blowing on her face, and said softly, "But I don't care about this." ”

Sima Xiande blinked, and said in confusion, "Then what do you care about ......?"

"The little girl in the white dress is Zhong Liyan, right?"

Qin Yugu looked back and smiled faintly, "That little girl who woke up her spiritual eyes half a year ago." ”

Sima Xiande was slightly stunned, and said with his head bowed, "If Master Yin and I are telling the truth...... Well, it can only be her. I don't think it's possible for Wang Manxiu to bring back anyone else from Ninglin Mountain......"

"So you say, how can this Zhong Liyan be the person that Wang Gongzi wants?"

A word wakes up the dreamer.

yes, yes.

If that girl was Zhong Liyan and that spiritual eye, then Wang Manxiu would definitely not be happy with her.

Even though she has a beautiful appearance and a fairy's temperament, she may become a peerless beauty in the future...... Wang Manxiu will definitely not be happy with her.

Just because in the ring at noon, when he learned that she had a spiritual eye, Sima Xiande, who was still amazed by her beauty, suddenly felt a chill down his spine...... Wang Manxiu will definitely not be happy with her.

Because the 'killing one person and saving one person' all started because of her, and Wang Manxiu's best friend also died because of her...... Wang Manxiu will definitely not be happy with her.

Because before it was 'she', 'it' was the spiritual eye.

A pair will provoke the world, and can also win the world's spiritual eyes.

And in front of the world with the sinking of nine tripods, how much does 'joy' weigh?

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind entered the house, and Sima Xiande suddenly understood what Qin Yugu meant.

Since Wang Manxiu would not be happy with the girl in the white dress, then the words he used to shirk the marriage invitation in the ring today would not be self-defeating—as for the reason why he wanted to shirk the marriage invitation, it can already be explained by 'I don't want to involve Qin Yugu in the battle for the spiritual eye'.

In this way, this 'true destiny' is not unattainable.

"Mr. Su really didn't lie to me. ”

Qin Yugu smiled comfortably, took a sip of the wine in the pot, and then sat more comfortably on the back of the chair.

Seeing this, Sima Xiande also smiled lightly, and just wanted to say something happy to tease him, but suddenly thought of a new question, and asked, "By the way, so to speak...... Do you know why Wang Manxiu didn't go back to Meng Yue, but came here to this really glorious?"

Seeing that Qin Yugu tilted his head, he didn't say it directly, but said with a smile, "Short legs, have you ever heard a rumor about the three saints in a hundred years in Mengyue all these years?"

"Rumor?" Sima Xiande was stunned, immediately raised his cheeks and eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then immediately shook his head and said, "I don't know." Except for the fact that she has been a Qimen Three Saints for more than a hundred years, I haven't heard any other rumors......"

"She's going to die. ”

"Hmm...... Huh?!"

The purple robe was startled, and looked at the red makeup.

"What?!"

"The three saints of a hundred years, helping the head of the family, and helping the stream, are going to die. ”

Red makeup sat upright, and his voice was calm, as if he was chatting about family life.

"It is what the head of the Zhou family, one of the three saints, said after observing the sky at night. The three saints in a hundred years have less than five years of life left. ”

"How, how...... Fuliu is going to die?

The purple robe frowned, suddenly thought of something, and asked suspiciously, "But Mei Zhi'er, how did you know about this?"

Mei Zhi'er was her nickname when she was young.

"The head of the Zhou family, one of the three saints, informed the head of the Zhou family of the second of the three saints about this matter after the number of days of participation changed. And the head of the family told my father again. You know, my father didn't like to hide anything from me...... And he told me again. The red makeup raised his lips slightly, and looked at the purple robe with a little playfulness, "This rumor is known to many Qimen families, the Yin family, the Lin family, and your Sima family should also know...... Come to think of it, it was the head of the Zhou family who saw that you were the head of the Sima family, and you were so idle, that you would definitely brag about it everywhere, so I didn't plan to say it. ”

Short-legged was his nickname when he was young.

“...... Where, where. The purple robe flicked his sleeves awkwardly, and said with a deep brow: "I didn't expect that the three saints of a hundred years were going to die...... But what does this have to do with Wang Manxiu's coming to Zhenhuang?"

Before the words fell, a cold wind suddenly entered the window, and the vermilion wooden paper window hit the wall with a 'bang-'.

"You and I both know that no matter how powerful a thousand enemies are in this world, they can't escape the end of death and soul destruction - when the number of lives is exhausted, the thousand enemies will wither like a flash in the pan. ”

"But, it seems that heaven and man will not, and the Jade Emperor will not. ”

"Legend has it that the only one who stepped into the realm of heaven and man in the past thousand years, the first emperor of the great dream, finally flew into the sky from the top of Wanzhang Peak, and voluntarily became a part of today's Dao, instead of dying and dying. ”

"So, there is a woman who wants to be a celestial person. ”

"And if you want to become a celestial, you need a spiritual eye. ”

"The spiritual eye is rare in a hundred years, but the woman has waited for a hundred years. ”

"She caught up. ”

"But someone didn't want her to catch up. ”

"The head of the Zhou family doesn't want it, the head of the Lu family doesn't want it, and two of the three saints don't want it. ”

"Therefore, Wang Gongzi can go down the mountain alive. ”

"So, the prince will come here to this really glorious. ”

"That's why the wind is so cold tonight. ”

When the purple robe heard this, he was stunned.

I saw the red makeup in front of me standing up at some point, and looked sideways at the stars outside the window.

Under the moonlight, in the night, there was a star that should have been bright, and it was becoming more and more dim.

The purple robe didn't know whose star it was.

But he probably knew.

This is a sign of death.

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