Slightly calming the ruthlessness of his mind, he closed his eyes, breathed in the moist air of the river, and extinguished the fire that had been lit in his chest.

Under the starry sky, he ruthlessly opened his bright eyes, and his gaze was like two sharp long swords piercing straight into his chest. Zhao Zhijing didn't seem to have a sense of lessness, and still looked at the extraordinary white-clothed guest in front of him with a smile on his face.

Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting opposite the ruthless, had a sincere face, his eyes were so calm, without the slightest wave, all these words were his sincere words, without the slightest purpose, and without his own positioning calculations.

At this time, looking at the ruthlessness in his eyes, he only felt that the white-clothed swordsman in front of him, who was the same size as himself, was so pure, without the slightest magazine, like a clear spring reflecting himself, clearly showing his face and thoughts in his heart. This is not the purity that belongs to the swordsman, not the sincerity of the swordsman to the sword in his hand, but the sincerity of one person to another, the sincerity between friends.

Seeing Zhao Zhijing at this time, his ruthless heart couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt. Zhao Zhijing, who was sitting opposite Ruthless, was sincere at this time, because Zhao Zhijing knew that Ruthless was a wise person, a person who had been facing the world since he was a child, and he had traces in his heart since he was a child.

Such a person, only if you treat him sincerely, there will be a sincere return, ruthless is not a good dark chess, but he is a good friend, a friend who cherishes affection.

The boat turned back, both of them were looking at the river bank and the stars in the sky in the distance, when the boat docked, Zhao Zhijing still naturally sent ruthless to the river bank, smiling He took out a thumb-sized jade bottle from his chest and put it on the ruthless hand.

Without waiting for ruthlessness to have any words, he had already turned around and fluttered in white clothes, leaving step by step, as if the black jade intermittent ointment in the jade bottle was not precious, and the white-clothed man in a wheelchair was not so extraordinary, not attracting his attention.

Looking at the ruthlessness of Zhao Zhijing's departure, a smile appeared on his cold face without the slightest smile, the already warm became hot at this time, and now he felt that the blood in his body had become boiling, and his body seemed to be stepping into a warm spring from a harsh winter, so energetic.

The night has become quiet, there is no light in the huge Lin'an City, only the lantern held by the husband casts a few rays of golden brilliance for the dark night, and the Shenhou Mansion under the night is not peaceful.

In the house, under the illumination of the lights, the ruthless wheelchair stood in front of Zhuge Zhengme, and two teacups were placed on the table next to the two of them.

Zhuge Zhengme, who has always been breezy and calm, and the ruthless man with a pale face without a trace of expression at this time both looked at a thumb-sized jade bottle on the table, if Zhao Zhijing was here at this time, he would know that it was the white jade bottle that he handed over to the ruthless, and the bottle contained the black jade intermittent ointment of the holy relics of the King Kong Gate.

The two looked at the jade bottle on the table, and the expressions on their faces were a little tangled. Ruthless, who was sitting in a wheelchair, opened his mouth slightly and said, "Uncle Shi, what do you think?"

Zhuge Zheng, whose face was a little tangled, shook his head, didn't answer, just looked out of the door, and said in a voice with a deep voice: "Since you're here, come in! Wait for the result outside, it's better to come in and discuss." ”

Zhuge Zheng's words fell, and I saw that the door was opened from the outside, and the iron hands, chasing life, and cold-blooded people standing outside the door walked into the room in turn. Ruthless as their senior brother, they have experienced life and death together, they are naturally very concerned about his life and death, Zhao Zhijing gave Ruthless a chance to stand up, or it may be a chance to lose his life, so they have to consider it carefully.

The bright moon hung high, and the white moonlight scattered on the earth, like a silver veil shrouded the world. Lin'an under the moon is extraordinarily quiet, like a woman in her sleep, without a trace of noise, but only the quiet in her heart.

Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in white, did not fall asleep like ordinary people at this time, he opened his bright eyes while sitting cross-legged on the bed, and a light shone in his eyes, and the dark room seemed to be a lightning bolt, and suddenly became bright.

As Zhao Zhijing continued to spit out the old and accept the new, the light in his eyes continued to converge, and the room became dark again. In the dark, his face showed a hint of thought, and the next moment he disappeared, and then he was standing on the roof with a white robe that was particularly bright in the moonlight, the night breeze blew, the white clothes fluttered, and the long sword on his waist was not willing to swing slightly.

Zhao Zhijing, who had an indifferent face, opened his mouth slightly and said to the darkness under the moon: "Since my friend is here, why don't you come out to see it, do you look down on me, or don't you dare to come out to meet people?"

Zhao Zhijing's words fell, and a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes and holding a long sword in his hand walked out of the darkness step by step. This person looked at Zhao Zhijing's eyes, like a wolf king leading a wolf pack, and under the illumination of the moonlight, the person's pupils looked emerald green. If ordinary people saw such a scene, they would definitely be frightened by his cold gaze, but Zhao Zhijing was still indifferent at this time.

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned. Zhao Zhijing, who showed a hint of a smile, opened his mouth slightly and said: "Cold-blooded, cold and fast, I don't know what the so-called visit in the middle of the night is, or what major I have committed, whether it is murder, robbery, or both." Otherwise, I have to go back to sleep, so I won't accompany you here to watch today's bright moon. ”

His gaze became even colder, and the cold blood in sackcloth had already grasped the hilt of the sword in one hand at this time, and the soft sword with a four-foot-long sword body in the wooden scabbard couldn't help but tremble, hitting the inner wall of the scabbard, and let out a sharp long groan. He bent down slightly, his eyes were like two sharp swords, staring straight at Zhao Zhijing, who was fluttering in white.

"Draw your sword!" The words came like ice, as if there were already many snowflakes fluttering in the air under the night sky, and the cold air currents invaded people's nerves.

Zhao Zhijing's face was still so indifferent when he heard these cold words, and he shook his head slightly and said: "Cold-blooded, although your swordsmanship has been mastered, then your cultivation is still not as good as mine, not my opponent, you can go!"

Zhao Zhijing's voice was still echoing, but the cold blood didn't say anything, but the pupils between the two eyes contracted sharply, turning into a dot, and the gaze shot out became extremely cold, and the murderous aura had already condensed in it without a trace of leakage, and the next moment was the moment when the sword was released, and the killing long sword would be cut out of hell.