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Another few days later.

Chang'an City in late autumn has begun to feel a little cold.

A boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old was standing on the stage of the martial arts performance in Tianlan Temple.

He was armed with a long, seemingly inconspicuous knife.

The body moved, accompanied by thunder light, surrounded by spiritual flame protection, and there was sword intent in all directions.

His realm is not high, but he gathers spirits. But the knife in his hand flew up and down, and ordinary people could only see pieces of afterimages, and it was difficult to capture where the blade was hidden.

"Slash!" he suddenly jumped high, let out a lion-like roar from his mouth, and a huge knife-like phantom suddenly landed on the stage from top to bottom.

There was a sudden bang, and the stone slabs on the martial arts platform were suddenly lifted and scattered.

"Whew. The boy let out a cloudy breath. The body is still standing, and the long knife is sheathed.

His eyes then closed, as if in a state of mind, as if he were thinking about something.

After about a few dozen breaths, his eyes suddenly opened.

It wasn't a pretty face, but it was clean, as clean as the snow of the Northland, without the slightest impurity. His eyes were also very clear, as clear as a mountain stream, and he could see the bottom at a glance.

But at this time, there was some distress on that face, he frowned, and muttered to himself, "It's almost." ”

Then he was a little discouraged, and said with self-pity: "It would be nice if Senior Chu was here." ”

Without Chu Xifeng, he didn't know who to ask for advice on many problems in his sword technique, and he could only ponder it by himself through repeated practice. However, this kind of thinking is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it is not necessarily very effective. Thinking of this, Su Changan sighed. He put the knife on his back, walked to the side of the martial arts platform, and looked at the row of trees in the distance that had almost lost their branches and leaves, and felt a little melancholy in his heart.

Today's Tianlan Courtyard has become a little deserted, Chu Xifeng went to Jiangdong, Xiahou Shuyu stayed in the palace and has not returned, Gu Xianjun was injured again and is still recuperating. In the entire Tianlan Courtyard, except for Yuheng, only he and Fan Ruyue were still walking. Su Changan didn't adapt to life without them for a while.

He couldn't help but sigh again and sat down casually on the stage.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the last leaf on the bare tree he was facing swayed in the wind, and finally it couldn't stand the autumn wind and fell.

Su Changan just looked at the leaves swaying in the autumn wind, stunned.

"Su Gongzi!" suddenly a shout came from behind him.

Su Changan, who came back to his senses, turned his head to look, but saw Fan Ruyue in a white dress trotting towards him, her skirt swinging back and forth in the autumn wind, which was very good-looking.

Su Changan stood up, walked up to her, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Fan Ruyue stood still in front of him, because she trotted all the way, her face was a little crimson, and there was some sweat on her forehead, which looked very cute.

"Master Su, there is a girl outside the door, saying that the heir of Lord Kaiyang wants to see you. Fan Ruyue said a little breathlessly.

Su Changan was stunned for a moment, the heir of Kaiyang's uncle and ancestor? He knew that he still had such a master and ancestor alive, but he had never seen him, and he knew very little about him. He tilted his head and thought about it, feeling that whether it was true or not, he would have to see each other after all, so he nodded at Fan Ruyue and said, "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

"Yes. Fan Ruyue answered, turned around and led Su Changan towards the courtyard gate.

"You are the heir of Uncle Shi?" Su Changan looked at the woman in Tsing Yi in front of him and couldn't help asking.

It was a very beautiful girl, with a jade flute pinned to her waist and a three-foot Qingfeng in her hand. The face is born with a Qiong nose and eyebrows, and bright teeth and red lips. The most memorable thing is her eyes, as spotless as spring water in March, and as unfathomable as the vast starry sky. It is not too much to say that it is a shy flower in the closed moon and a sinking fish and a goose.

But the look on her face was too cold, as cold as a snow lotus that no one could approach.

"Yes. The woman bowed her head slightly, she glanced at Su Changan, and asked, "Are you Mo Tingyu's apprentice?"

"Yes. Su Changan nodded subconsciously, although this girl had never met him, but her clean eyes, Su Changan felt familiar. But he thought about it again, if he had seen such a beautiful girl, he would definitely not forget it. Therefore, the doubts in my heart were dispelled. He asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I am the descendant of Tianlanyuan, so I naturally came to live here," the woman said, and she said without hurry, humility or arrogance, as if all she wanted to say was taken for granted.

Su Changan was stunned, he felt that what the woman said was very reasonable, but he felt that there was still something wrong. He thought for a moment and asked, "But how do you prove that you are the descendant of Kaiyang?"

"How do you prove it?" the woman asked rhetorically.

Su Changan was stunned again, and he didn't know how to prove it.

And just when he was stunned, the woman had already begun to walk towards the interior of Tianlan Courtyard.

Su Changan was startled and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the woman. He asked a little unhappily, "What are you going to do?"

The woman's brows also furrowed, and she said, "Naturally, I went in." ”

"No, you haven't proven that you are the descendant of Uncle Kaiyang. ”

"But you don't know how I'm going to prove it. ”

“”

Su Changan became distressed, what the woman said was not unreasonable, but just letting a person of unknown origin enter Tianlan Courtyard finally felt inappropriate in his heart. Although this person of unknown origin is indeed very beautiful.

The woman's brow furrowed even deeper, and she became a little unhappy.

She didn't expect Su Changan to be such a person. She was asked to prove it, but she said how to prove it, she wanted to go in, but she wouldn't let him in. Her hand was subconsciously placed on the hilt of her sword - in her long life, she had always used her sword to reason with these "unreasonable people".

This is the method that her master taught her, and she has used this method to explain the truth to many people, from the stars to the pawns. So she thought it was a good way to be reasonable, so she has been using it until now.

But she suddenly realized that something was wrong, Su Changan was kind to her, and she came here to repay her kindness. Although this benefactor is a little unreasonable, he is her benefactor after all. So she still put back the hand on the hilt of the sword, opened her eyes wide, and waited patiently for Su Changan's answer.

And just when the two were deadlocked, an old voice suddenly came from the courtyard.

"Let her in. She is indeed the heir of your uncle's ancestor. ”

Su Changan was stunned, he naturally believed Yuheng's words, but for some reason he was still a little unhappy in his heart. He hesitated slightly, and then said, "Let's go, I'll take you to Uncle Yuheng's place." ”

The woman nodded, said no more, and followed Su Changan to Yuheng Pavilion in silence.

When he arrived at the door, Su Changan was about to push the door in, but he heard an old voice from inside again.

"Chang'an, you step back first. I have something to ask her about it alone. ”

"Oh. Su Changan was stunned, but nodded in response. He took one last look at the woman, and left the Yuheng Pavilion with Fan Ruyue with doubts.

The woman pushed the door open.

It was a very simple room.

A wooden table, a few wooden benches, two Taishi chairs in front of it, and a landscape painting hanging on the wall.

And on one of the Taishi chairs, there was an old man.

It was an old man who looked very old.

His already sparse hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, his figure was a little rickety, and his half-squinted eyes were so thick that he could barely dissolve sleepiness.

But from the moment she saw the old man, the woman's eyes became a little strange.

"You're dying. She said.

"Yes. Yuheng nodded.

"But you can not die. She added.

"Huh?" Yu Heng's squinted eyes seemed to open a little, and asked, "Do you mean like Kaiyang?"

"Isn't that bad?" the woman wondered.

"Everyone has to die. Yu Heng said.

The woman was still puzzled, she was about to ask something more, but she heard Yuheng say again.

"What's your name. ”

"Qingluan. ”

Yu Heng was silent for a while, as if he was hesitating about something, but in the end he couldn't help but ask, "How is he?" ”

"There is no more sun in this world. The woman replied.