"But it was said that Qi Shaoxia went out of the Black Stone Cliff boundary, and the horse went straight to the west, and there seemed to be no obstacle to the road ahead, and at the last moment, a black shadow passed through the sky and pressed down heavily...... "The storyteller in the Ning Xiang Pavilion told his fresh story without hindrance. No one asked him for his name, they all called him "scholar". Most bored drinkers like to listen to a few words of his nonsense.

At this moment, just as everyone pricked up their ears to hear the key point, a black shadow outside the door was really pressed down like a dark cloud, and the murderous light in his eyes swept through every corner of the store, and suddenly the people sitting around were scattered. Xie Junhe's image in the story is always cuter than himself.

"It's bad for my business!" the storyteller shook his head angrily.

"I was orchestrated behind my back again, I deserve it!" Xie Junhe tilted his feet to his special seat, "You recruited me yourself, and you blame me?"

"I'm looking for Master Chu!" Speaking of which, he was even more angry, inviting Chu Tao to come to Ning Xiang Pavilion, and in the end, who else could he invite? stuck out his tongue, "Yes, I deserve a lot of things!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xie Junhe didn't talk to him, and went straight to the point, "You said that strange incense has news?"

The scholar was silent again, laughing hehehe, and waited for him to throw a money bag on the table before he spoke: "A few days ago, I came to a drama troupe, and I came here every night to sing and borrowed a few guest rooms. The owner of the drama troupe is a sincere person, with a group of handsome men and beauties, parading around. When I entered the store, the smell of fat powder on these people was ...... I didn't think about it, but in the troupe, it's strange that there are no fat fans. But yesterday I went upstairs to look for a few friends, and in the corridor, I smelled the strange fragrance that Master Chu confessed!"

"They're still there?"

"There's one last day of play tonight—"

"Very good. ”

The scholar looked at the door for a moment and wondered, "Do you want to ...... Notify Master Chu?"

"I'll just fix it. Xie Junhe pouted and told Chu Tao? Never! The face that Konoha made him lose in front of Chu Tao before, if he doesn't ask for it back today, when will he stay?!

As the sky gets darker, the stage in the back garden of the restaurant is brightly lit up by lanterns. Huqin, pipa, wind, clapper, folk artists play various tunes of musical instruments, blended into a thrilling story. The story of "The Legend of the Gods" is being performed on the stage. Elegant beauty, the corners of her eyebrows are obliquely red like xia, her gait is like a lotus, and her water sleeves are flying, like a golden snake dancing. The eyes that are seductive to the bone are smiling like peach blossoms. The voice is as soft as silk.

The spectators' eyes were full of drool, and they almost forgot about the private communication with their neighbors. In the silence, I only listened to the introduction of the delicate voice: "The charm of this pipa spirit is simply overshadowed by the one who sings Daji! It is simply a demon in the world!" The "demon" smiled and looked forward to it, danced, and indulged in everyone's obsessive gaze.

Only Xie Jun and half of his heart hung outside the stage, erratic. His eyes swept over every corner where he could hide, speculating on Konoha's movements. Where the hell is it? The dozen or so people in this troupe are either delicate and charming, or five big and three coarse, where to find the delicate but murderous gaze of that night?

However, the sudden sound of the pipa made his heart cold, and he suddenly trembled as if he had been stabbed in the heart by a sword.

It was the sound of the pipa again, and he couldn't hear the sound of the pipa the most......

A faint aroma diffused in the air, unconsciously thickened, phantoms appeared, and all kinds of things that I did not dare to recall in the past passed in front of my eyes with almost tragic speed. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, wishing to smooth the gray mist in front of him with a sword, but he didn't even have the strength to draw it.

"What's wrong?" the scholar next to him was puzzled by the fine sweat on his entire forehead.

"It's nothing ......" the answer fell, but an exceptionally clear voice sounded in his mind: "Jun and brother!" The voice, as soft as a spring breeze and a warm fragrance, beckoned him after ten years. Vaguely, the phantom seemed to be standing on the stage, and the sound of the pipa began. Ordinary blue and white cloth clothes, plain white face, grievances, sadness, and confusion. The fear of suffocation gripped him.

He had taken the name to heart, and had spent ten years searching for it, visiting almost every tavern, only to have his mind flashed back in at this inopportune moment, accompanied by heart-rending horror. Su Su, never to see him again? The hand holding the sword was trembling, the stage in front of him was shaking, and his soul was desperately trying to get rid of his body.

Until the moment when the cold light approached his throat, he suddenly woke up.

There was a sonorous sound, a shocking blow, and his right hand was a little numb.

It was the spark from the Willow Leaf Flying Knife and his broken sword. The knife grazed against his neck.

The moment Xie Junhe drew his sword, the "Pipa Spirit" had already drawn out the long sword hidden under the table, flew off the stage like a falcon, and pounced on him. The sudden sword light shone in the sky like a pear blossom destroyed by the wind, enveloping his body, leaving no gap for him to break through. Relying on the only remaining intuition, there is only a desperate fight.

The surrounding guests immediately scattered and fled, crying and shouting, and in the blink of an eye, the huge courtyard was empty, except for the sword light confrontation between him and the killer.

The faint fragrance is still permeating all around, unable to break free, unable to escape, and the fear and curse brought by the illusion in the heart are generally tighter and tighter. It was the poison of Zi Ylang Rui, and he reminded himself that he must be sober. Chu Tao told him: Zi Yilan Ruixiang often inadvertently captures people's souls and provokes the strongest fear in their hearts. However, the poison had penetrated deep into his veins, slowing his movements more than a little bit. The sword light of the servant pressed him tightly.

The Pear Flower Sword is completely similar to the swordsmanship of Jiang Shaoyun in the Beacon Fire Ridge.

Konoha is actually a servant dressed in women's makeup! No wonder Chu Tao can't find his face no matter how much he checks.

Looking back at the scholar who was beside him just now, he didn't know where he had slipped away at the moment. There is not a single rescuer to move.

To make matters worse, he didn't even have the strength to hold the sword, which was just leaning on him to bluff to create a little deterrent to the enemy. He had no choice but to stand with his back against the wall. suddenly remembered the death of Jinyike, the three shopkeepers who were killed a few days ago, and the attack on Xuehai. Under the sneak attack of Zi Yilan Ruixiang, no matter how powerful the master is, he can't resist it. The mind slides uncontrollably towards the edge of danger, and desperate tugging will not help.

The servant calmly removed the hair cover, threw away the costumes that got in the way, and wore only a white middle coat and slowly approached him.

"Xie Junhe?" a low and slightly magnetic voice came out of this woman-like body, her thin lips stretched, she smiled faintly, and her eyes were full of a woman's charm, "With a sword like lightning, a fist like thunder, and a broken sword, I have cleaned up a lot of small roles." The madness of recognizing alcohol and not recognizing people. But didn't Chu Tao teach you??This sword move is so scattered that it doesn't look like it!!How could Chu Tao rely on you to be such a waste?!" He made Xie Junhe's details clear, as if he was deliberately provoking his anger.

"What did you say?" In the past, he had already slashed his sword like this, but now, the scattered soul was still flying outside his skull.

Leaning over to his ear, he whispered, "Rubbish!" The gaze was fierce and bloody. The pink color of the face made the face as white as a ghost.

Looking at each other, the distance between the two faces is less than a palm. Xie Junhe saw every detail of this face clearly—what was the use, next time, how would he recognize him after removing his makeup? He held the hilt of the sword with all his strength, and the anger burned vigorously in his chest, and he could even feel the fire almost bursting through his chest. He had ever suffered such humiliation! The blood swelled up, but in exchange for a deeper sense of powerlessness.

"I deliberately waited for you tonight, how did you watch the play just now? Didn't you check Zi Yilan Ruixiang and hope to find out my true face? I- standing in front of you, you, holding the sword! It's fair! But what can you do?" A provocative smile spread out on Konoha's face little by little, until he was insolent—this was a madman.

"Do you know? How long have I waited for this day?

A loud noise outside the courtyard suddenly interrupted his laughter, coming from all sides. Someone arrived.

The charming eyebrows shrugged slightly: "Master Chu is really powerful." I will spare you today. Purple Jade Order, he will take it by himself every day!"