On the first day of the first month of March, at night, the cold wind howled, the dark clouds covered the moon, and the whole night sky was very dark, black and deep, and black and cold.

The shadow of death once again shrouded the Old Inn, and the unknown danger made the disciples of the Seven Great Sects depressed and breathless.

The atmosphere around the entire old man's inn was cold and solid, as if in the darkness, a life-seeking hand would be stretched out from time to time to take someone's life, and the next one to die didn't know who it would be. At this moment, many people's hearts are extremely heavy.

Just this morning, outside the old man's inn, two more people died, it was the two brothers Jincheng Wen and Jincheng Takeshi of the Tianshan faction.

Kaneshiro Wen was standing and dead, his whole body was stiff, his eyes were wide open, he held the scabbard in his left hand, and the hilt of the sword in his right hand, before he had time to pull out the sword in the sheath, his whole body was stiff, motionless, and when he sniffed, Kaneshiro Wen had no breath at all.

Takeshi Kaneshiro was also standing and dying, and his whole body was stiff, he had just pulled out the sword in his hand, but before he could stab the sword, his body was frozen there, like a sculpture, and his breathing stopped.

The two of them stood quietly, but they could never move.

Linghu Xiao, the head of the Tianshan faction, was originally a person who loved to laugh, but today, he didn't have a smile at all, he had a calm face all day today, it is not difficult to see that Ling Huxiao is very angry today, no, it is very angry, and more, it is heartache, after all, it is a disciple who has been cultivated for more than ten years, and his feelings are deep, and suddenly there are two fewer people, and he will feel a little lost in his heart.

The night was pervasive, thick dark clouds covered the whole sky, the cold night wind was blowing, and the sound was like the wailing of a wronged soul, cold and gloomy.

The seven heads sat quietly in a room, and all of them did not speak, but sat quietly.

The disciples of the Seven Great Sects also gathered in their rooms, either cultivating, chatting, or sleeping.

The west wing, the No. 1 room. This is the resting place of the Sky Pie.

In the room, the little sister called Tiantian was sleeping on the bed, in fact, Tiantian was seventeen or eighteen years old, but her mind was still immature and a little childish. However, it is always good to be immature, for example, now everyone is in a heavy mood, and every day is still carefree and leisurely.

This day looks pure and lovely, but this sleeping appearance is not ordinary.

Two little boots one at the head of the bed, one at the end of the bed, every day is sleeping on the stomach, the whole person is in the shape of a "big" character, the bed is occupied, the small mouth also makes a slight whirring sound from time to time, the pair of snow-white little feet also kick the quilt from time to time, seeing that the quilt is about to fall off the bed.

Everyone can't sleep because of the morning, this girl is good, she eats and sleeps well, and everyone can't help but sigh, the world of children is really enviable.

Feng Wuru sat at a table by the window, holding a cup of tea, quietly staring out the window, staring at the dark and cold night sky. As if there was some secret in the night, she was so engrossed that she didn't even notice that the tea in her hand was cold.

Li Xiaoyu is introverted by nature and quiet, and at this moment, she is quietly writing on the table next to her.

Cheng Xue'er was also a naughty master, but at this moment, she was quietly watching Li Xiaoyu write, Li Xiaoyu's words are very beautiful, she writes in line letters, each word is about two inches in size, the pen is like flowing water, in one go, but the handwriting is neat and neat.

"Xiaoyu, your handwriting is so beautiful. ”

Li Xiaoyu smiled slightly: "What I write is average, but when it comes to words, what Lord Wang Youjun writes is good-looking, I just learn it, but I don't get it." ”

Cheng Xue'er was suspicious: "Which Wang Youjun?"

"Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty, because the official worships the right army, so it is called the right army of the king. ”

Cheng Xue'er shook her head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

Even Wang Xizhi of the Jin Dynasty didn't know that he was a sage of calligraphy! The first in the world in calligraphy! I had never heard of it.

Li Xiaoyu turned his head and glanced at Cheng Xue'er with disdain.

Cheng Xue'er raised her eyebrows: "What are you doing with me? It's the Northern Zhou Dynasty now, more than a thousand years away from the Jin Dynasty? Who knows what Wang Xizhi is?"

Li Xiaoyu glanced at her, shook her head, and continued to write.

Cheng Xue'er originally wanted to continue watching Li Xiaoyu write, but as soon as she looked up, she saw that she was sleeping like she was sleeping every day, and looking at the quilt that was about to fall to the ground, Cheng Xue'er couldn't help but shake her head.

Gently walked to the bedside, Cheng Xueer helped Tian Tian put the boots in place, and helped her cover the quilt.

Looking at Tiantian's cute appearance, Cheng Xueer couldn't help but smile.

But as soon as Cheng Xue'er turned around, she heard a sound, as if it was the sound of the quilt falling to the ground, her brows furrowed, Cheng Xue'er turned around, and sure enough, the quilt fell to the ground.

Cheng Xueer picked up the quilt and threw it on the bed with a hint of anger.

Every day, I unconsciously stretched out my little feet and kicked towards the quilt.

Cheng Xue'er had a dark face with a hint of anger, then sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Tiantian's snow-white little feet, reached out and slapped the soles of her feet twice.

"Oh, it's painful, it's annoying, what are you doing!"

Tian Tian rubbed his sleepy eyes, pursed his mouth, and said very dissatisfied.

Cheng Xue'er said: "Sleep better, you see your quilt is dirty"

"Why did you stain my quilt? When I turned around, I told Master to go, saying that you stained my quilt while I was asleep. ”

"What, what?" Cheng Xue'er opened her mouth, I soiled her quilt? She still has to complain? Cheng Xue'er said angrily: "When did I stain your quilt? I helped you pick up the quilt, and you also told the master? The wicked person sued first, I really can't stand you!"

"It's you who got dirty, who asked you to make me sleep, as soon as the master came back, I told her, hum!"

I was angry, Cheng Xue'er rushed to the bed, held Tiantian down, and reached out to slap her little ass a few times. Although Cheng Xueer didn't use her internal strength, she used all her strength, and the slapping sound was strange.

"Wow wow" rubbed his little buttocks with both hands every day, and suddenly Wow Wow cried: "You bully me, I'll go tell Master to go Wow Wow"

"Shut up!

Silence, silence, suddenly silence fell in the room.

Cheng Xue'er hurriedly sat aside and quietly watched Li Xiaoyu write, looking innocent, as if she didn't make her cry every day.

was so ruthlessly drunk by Feng Wuxian that he was frightened every day, lying on the bed, with his mouth open, and suddenly quieted down.

"I'll go out quietly!" With that, Feng Wuru put on a windbreaker and went out.

"Wow" Feng ruthlessly came out of the room, and cried again every day, as if the tears were not playing.

Cheng Xue'er glared at Tiantian: "Cry, you still cry, you cry again." ”

Tian Tian wiped a handful of tears: "When Master comes back, I will tell Master that if you bully me, Master will definitely punish you." ”

Cheng Xue'er said: "When Master comes back, I will tell Master that you wet the bed." ”

"You talk nonsense, I didn't!"

Cheng Xue'er smiled: "I'll pour water on your bed and wet your bed later, and Master will definitely believe me when he comes back." ”

"Wow Wow Wow"

"If you cry again, I'm really down!" Cheng Xue'er picked up the kettle and threatened.

Tian Tian wiped a handful of tears and pouted, looking very aggrieved, but finally quieted down.

"Alright, you two, what a living treasure. Li Xiaoyu shook his head helplessly.

Feng ruthlessly walked out of the West Wing, stood in the corridor, and quietly looked at the sky.

Long hair reaches waist, willow eyebrows and clear eyes, Yin Tao has a small mouth, and although his cheeks are as white as snow and indifferent, they are also gorgeous and sultry. Feng Wuru is a northerner, it is said that she comes from the land of Mobei, she is tall, five feet three inches (about one meter seventy-six), two inches higher than a hundred miles of wind, a woman has such a height, it is really a thousand miles. The slender waist is very sultry, especially the straight and slender legs, which are really amazing, no matter how picky you are, you can't find a trace of fault with these long legs.

The face is beautiful, the waist is beautiful, and the legs are even more beautiful. I have to admit that Feng Wuru is indeed one in a hundred, even one in a thousand top beauties, but her expression is too indifferent and her personality is too withdrawn, so that except for her fellow junior sisters, Feng Wuru has no friends.

The heavens and the earth were pitch black, pitch black as ink, there were no stars, and even the moon was tightly covered by dark clouds, and at first glance, the whole sky was a little hideous.

In the east wing, Xingyao was also standing in the corridor, and when he saw Feng Ruthless, he couldn't help frowning, and now, Feng Ruthless was in Xingyao's eyes, in addition to being quite unreasonable or quite unreasonable.

However, perhaps Xingyao doesn't know that barbarism is a unique symbol of northerners.

Feng Ruthless rolled his eyes, and naturally saw Xingyao, Feng Ruthless glanced at Xingyao coldly, then turned around and prepared to go back to the room.

Suddenly, Feng Wu's footsteps paused, and she felt a trace of breath, a trace of cold breath. This breath is very close, not far away.

Don't doubt a woman's intuition, sometimes, a woman's intuition can be called the best weapon in the world.

This cold breath is nearby, it must be nearby, Feng Wuru slowly closed his eyes, felt it carefully, felt everything around him.

Xingyao on the other side couldn't help but be a little strange, why did this woman suddenly close her eyes?

The wind is still whistling.

After a moment, a faint icy aura fluctuated, quickly drifting through Feng Wuru's mind.

The source of the breath is on the right.

Feng Wuru suddenly opened his eyes, stared to the right, at the end of the corridor, Feng Wuru's right hand quickly touched the top of his head, and after a while, he saw that Feng Wuru had an extra golden hairpin in his hand.

Feng ruthlessly shook his hand suddenly, and threw the golden hairpin towards the end of the corridor and threw it out.