At this time, the night is deep, as if in the night wind, there is still a cold like a knife; the leaves are rustling, the courtyard is lonely, and the Dongyue Dart Bureau, which was once full of friends, is now very popular, and things are not people! At this moment, above the lobby, Tu Dahu, the head of the Dongyue Dart Bureau, who has always been famous all over the world, although he is drinking, but the glass of wine he drank tonight makes him feel deeply bitter and unpalatable!

I don't know when the wind outside suddenly became smaller, but he seemed to faintly hear a series of footsteps, and he was walking from the gate with an extremely solemn momentum. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info So, he put down his wine glass, and his hands involuntarily grabbed the pair of short knives that had been placed on the table.

These short knives have traveled all over the world with him in the rivers and lakes, and have drunk the blood of many heroes, but will they still be able to defeat this enemy who is getting closer and closer tonight? He does not know, but he knows it!

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind whistling, it was not the autumn wind, nor the east wind swaying, it was the sound of a steel whip cutting through the sky! This voice was too kind, too familiar, and even more moved to him. Because, when the whip sounded, it proved that he was not the only one in this compound; moreover, the person who stayed with him to the end was his best deputy -- He Xin, the deputy head of the dart who founded the Dongyue Dart Bureau with him! He had not left yet, not only did he not leave, but he was still waiting for the arrival of the enemy!

At this moment, Tu Dahu's heart felt much better, and he suddenly felt that the glass of wine on the table was neither too bitter nor too astringent, and it seemed that he had found the original taste of the past again! However, the iron whip only sounded three times, and he no longer heard the sound.

So what! Tu Dahu didn't care anymore, because he had just found the true taste of drinking and tasted the original taste of the most valuable wine in the world! He was now very calm, and he still had a quiet smile on his face.

So, he picked up the double knives on the table, and stood up, turned to look out of the door, from the light of the door, he saw his good brother, known as the Dongyue God Whip He Vice President Darthead, holding the iron whip lying on the ground motionless, as if like a person asleep as peaceful.

At the same time, he saw that the young swordsman, who was tall and tall, with eyes like lightning, and some sloppy stubble on his cheeks, was carrying a long sword wrapped in yellow brocade, and stepped on the stone steps with his feet raised;

"You're finally here!" Tu Dahu said quietly to him as Nan Jian approached the threshold, "It seems that you are really more powerful than the legend suggests." ”

And Nan Jian looked at him quietly, his expression was as cold as frost, and he said coldly: "I'm not here to talk to you!"

"Very well!" said the other man with a smile, "then let's get started." As he spoke, his twin swords stabbed out from both sides towards the southern sword.

At the same time, on the opposite side of the road outside the gate of the Dongyue Dart Bureau, on the Wanhua Tower, there was a pair of desperate eyes in the open window, staring at this side quietly, but I saw that the pale sword light flashed in the hall of the Dongyue Dart Bureau, and then the man holding the double sword fell under the table! And the tall purple-clothed swordsman had walked out of the hall without looking back, and walked out of the gate of the Dongyue Dart Bureau along the stone steps in front of the door, and finally disappeared into the haze of the night, and disappeared.

So, Tu Qinglian, a beautiful woman from Dongyue standing in this small attic, was already grief-stricken and very sad; just like that, she lay down in the window of the room decorated with the wedding celebration, whimpering and crying for a long time, and at that moment the room was full of paper cranes, accompanied by her sadness, as if she also understood the sorrow in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then an old man with gray hair walked in, "Miss," he said, "the old man's funeral has been taken care of, do you have any other orders now?"

After listening to the old man's words, she glanced at the compound of the Dongyue Dart Bureau again, and at this time, even the lights in the hall of the Dongyue Dart Bureau had been extinguished, and there was only darkness in front of her; she was silent for a long time, and then suddenly picked up a piece of brocade and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Immediately, his expression became infinitely solemn.

"How far is it to Giethoorn here?" she asked the old man suddenly.

"If you take a carriage, it should be two or three days away!"

"I heard that there is a world-famous assassin in Giethoorn Ridge, right?"

"Yes, miss!" said the old man, "this Assassin is the most famous Assassin of the day, and he lives in the village of Liumen in Giethoorn, and his real name is so rare that few people know it, but when his sword is unsheathed, it floats like a leaf towards the enemy, and then the enemy falls to the ground, with only a sword wound in the center of his eyebrows;

"Very good!" said Tu Qinglian, "you go and prepare me more silver taels at once, and prepare a best carriage, and in half an hour, I will go to Giethoorn!"

"But......" The other party suddenly hesitated.

"But what's the matter!" she asked him at once, with an unhappy expression, "is it true that my father has just died, and all the money he earned during his lifetime is now gone?"

"That's not what you mean, Miss!"

"What does that mean. ”

However, the old man still did not dare to speak, and at this time, she also saw the old man's unspeakable words. Therefore, she said, "If you have anything to say, just say it, Steward Hu." ”

"That's such a young lady!" the other party lowered his head, still looking embarrassed, and said hesitantly, "The old slave heard that this willow leaf fluttering assassin is different from ordinary assassins......

"Oh!" Tu Qinglian was also surprised when she heard this, and asked, "What's the difference between him and other swordsmen?"

"When the old slave heard about this assassin, he didn't love money, nor did he want fame and fortune......"

"Then what does he need to make a move?"

"The old slave heard that this man was very strange," said the old butler, "as long as it could impress him, such as a thousand paper cranes, or a silk thread, or a hair...... As long as it is something that interests him, even if it is slight, he will accept the invitation, and other than that, even if it is a mountain of gold and silver, or a high-ranking official, he is indifferent and uninterested. ”

Tu Qinglian thought about it for a long time, "Then, if Miss Ben is willing to give herself to him," she suddenly asked, "Will he agree to my invitation?"

When the old man heard this, he was taken aback, "I have to ask the young lady to ask for this point herself," he said leisurely, "and the old slave can't give an answer either!"

"Good!" she said at last, "then, as I say, prepare some coils and a best carriage, and in half an hour I will take only a maiden and a coachman who will keep our master and servant safe on the road, and we will depart on time!"

"Understood, the old slave is going to prepare now. ”

So, the old housekeeper was gone, and she was the only one left in this room full of newlywed festivities, and a gust of wind came, and the thousand paper cranes in the room danced together with the crisp wind chimes under the eaves, as if they were dancing on the stage to the dance music, graceful and moving. (To be continued.) )