The moon is quiet, and the frost is thick.

The cold wind cools the night.

"Wow!" the cold water poured into his neck, and his brocade clothes were dripping wet. Strands of loose sideburns hung down against his face, condensing a drop of water, trembling slightly in the wind. The suffocating cold made him cough in the wind. The sound of a violent cough shook his shoulders, making him barely able to stand.

Qi Heng gently raised the corners of his mouth on the side, grinning an indescribable smile.

Chu Tao struggled to maintain his composure.

It's been like that since I woke up. Without the white-clothed holy envoy - not even a single person admitted the existence of the white-clothed holy envoy, or admitted the war with Jiang Shaoyun, the Qin family disappeared without a single person, even the swordsmen of the Feather Chasing Sword Sect disappeared. It seems that he just had a trance dream. The only connection between the dream and reality is a strong dull pain in the heart—a blow from Jiang Shaoyun's desire to die.

A neat voice was thrown from the opposite side: "Young master, this kid's mouth is too hard, and he can't say anything!"

Qi Heng nodded and smiled: "It's okay, what I have is patience!" A knife-like gaze swept over him. With a wave of his hand, colder water poured down from the top of Chu Tao's head. Several large men held him by the shoulders, not allowing him to resist or dodge.

However, Chu Tao didn't seem to have any intention of dodging at all, and stood firmly, letting the water flow over his dark and pale face, like a stone carving. His eyes are like torches, and the corners of his mouth are cold and stubborn. The spirit of the people of the South Shore has not diminished in the slightest.

Qi Heng couldn't help but be a little short of breath.

He forgot that he was facing Chu Tao, the leader of the South Bank Martial Arts. Chu Tao can sit on the leading side, naturally it is not enough to be gentle on the surface.

Chu Tao stood upright, like a pine tree that was unwilling to bend his waist, and his face as pale as marble looked directly at Qi Heng, and gradually, he actually had a calm smile. The wind is breezy and calm, as if he is the victor. That's right, since Qi Heng can't thwart his sharpness, who says that he is not a proud king?

No one could help him, and the arrogance of the big men around him was lost in half in an instant.

"Say, what are you coming to the South Bank for!?" Qi Heng's sharp questioning was a little erratic, and he really lacked strength.

"You go and ask Qin Da Shao ......," Chu Tao confronted with a look of laziness to pay attention.

Qi Heng, who was furious, grabbed him by the collar and said, "I'm afraid that the world will not be chaotic, what good will it do you to drag Qin Dashao into the water?"

Chu Tao said calmly: "If there is no invitation from Qin Dashao, I can come to this troubled water? Many knights on the south bank could not receive the invitation of Wangjiangtai, so they could only get drunk in the Ning Xiang Pavilion. ”

Qi Heng shouted at the top of his voice: "God knows if you took advantage of this opportunity and had a bad heart!"

Chu Tao chuckled lightly and straightened his robe: "If I have a bad heart, you still have the fate to hold my collar and talk to me?" That night, Qi Heng was already drunk, how did he know how he escaped under the cover of the long river chant? He only resented the mess in the courtyard, which was Chu Tao's doing.

Thinking about it, Chu Tao really didn't know whether to blame him for being stupid or blaming himself for being ridiculous. He saves a tiger, only to be bitten by the bones of the tiger first thing when he wakes up.

"Dare to deny it?" the boiling anger turned into a roar. Qi Heng Zhenzhen said: "Where is there any Jiang Shaoyun -- who has seen it? It is clear that it is your people who are disguised as the so-called white-clothed holy envoys and are causing trouble everywhere! What else is there to quibble? The sound of the piano overnight is the clear proof that you are giving orders! Who doesn't know that together with the white dove, the helpers of the Feather Sword Sect have gathered from all over the world, and it is not easy to gather a few people to pick quarrels and provoke trouble on the north bank? Brother Leng's murder is precisely because he discovered the secret behind you, the murderer!"