Leng Xiao still didn't make that sword after all.

Wan Qi Fengsheng exhausted his life's martial arts and used all his strength, but he couldn't force Leng Xiao to use that sword. He roared wildly and rampaged, like a beast, with scarlet eyes and no regard for life and death.

He collapsed to the ground.

Leng Xiao's sleeves were stained with some mud, and sometimes he would have some depression in his heart, a burst of emptiness, unwilling to dodge again, unwilling to raise his sword again, some injuries, it was unavoidable.

It's like people love something, just love it, not use it to achieve something. Just like he loves the sword in his hand, he just loves the sword, and when he was young, he was also obsessed with swords, looking for all kinds of masters to make moves, in order to break through, the more powerful the other party is, the more he likes it, especially like the swordsman, because the persistence in each other's hands is the sword.

He killed many, many people, some women, but fortunately he didn't have children. After all, he loved the sword, not the murderer.

He loves competition, but not desperately. There is a competition of disregard for life and death, even if the other party is killed or killed by the other party, it can be like a heart-to-heart conversation; desperate and cowering, the two are probably the difference between man and beast.

He didn't remember how many people's blood he had stained, and he didn't remember how many times he had been injured, but he never hated desperately, because whenever he worked hard, he always had to mix in something other impure, such as desire, such as hatred.

The rain was still pouring down, neither getting heavier nor less. Leng Xiao's heart wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain, but his heart became stronger and stronger, even if it was a tea shed or a broken temple, it was excellent. He was holding a certain oil-paper umbrella, but he was like duckweed in the wind, and he couldn't stop anything.

The raindrops still beat hard at his face like pebbles, and he narrowed his eyes and faded into the deep darkness.

The moonlight shone on a muddy field, shining on a down-and-out man. Wan Qi Fengsheng was lying on the ground, with water stains on his face, not knowing whether it was rain or tears.

He seemed to understand that with his martial arts, he would not be able to surpass that man in his life, not to mention that he was getting old, and both his strength and reaction were far inferior to those of the past.

His eyes were gloomy, but he still slowly got up from the ground, no matter how badly he failed, he still had to get up, even if he knew that he would lose, he would continue to do it.

After all, there is still a glimmer of possibility, and if you don't do it, even this line may be gone. He would never let that despair happen.

At night, thousands of households may be closed, but there are always a few places, and the good time has just begun.

This was by no means the place where he should have come, for he did not seek flowers, nor asked willows, nor could gamble, and when he took up the cup, he found that he had lost even the interest in drinking.

There was only a trace of dryness left in the mouth.

He ordered a pot of bitter tea, the more bitter the tea, the sweeter the aftertaste, but he couldn't taste that sweetness, only bitterness on his tongue.

This is by no means a good place to drink tea, because drinking tea here really neglects the scenery.

When entering the door, go into the dark, put on a mask, and then enter the building, which is a rule of the building overnight, and it is also an interesting custom.

But there are also people who don't wear masks, deliberately revealing in front of people, after all, people with noble status, the easier it is to attract girls around, if they wear masks, although there is a little more hazy beauty, but there is less a point of swaying freely, indulging in the chic of flowers.

Leng Xiao sat alone in the corner drinking tea, only a sip at a time, a pot of tea I don't know how long to drink, the girl in the building not only disliked, but when someone came forward to talk, served a plate or two of side dishes, and there were also wine.

He accepted all the dishes as ordered, and he politely refused to offer wine, and a girl who was willing to commit herself to serve was also shirked. But the more he did this, the more he pleased the girl, and the more people came to laugh with him.

Of course she was a girl, who seemed to laugh in response, but never smiled, and the girl was clearly far away from him, but it seemed to be separated by a river.

The guests in the distance saw it in their eyes and were jealous in their hearts, and they were secretly guessing the origin of this person, but they would never make a move without permission. Those who dare to climb the stairs are by no means ordinary people, and those who are self-aware stay on the first floor, because above the first floor, they will eat them to the point that there are no bones left.

The air seems to be filled with this fragrance, like the fragrance of some kind of flower, and I can't tell which one it is, which one is like it, and none of it is like it, sometimes elegant, sometimes rich.

What I saw in front of me seemed to have a light peach color, which made people tremble. I don't know which corner makes the sound of the cup falling to the ground, crisp and distinct. Some people don't care, some turn their eyes away.

There was a young man there, who had taken off his mask at the moment, and his appearance was delicate and fair-skinned, and he was most liked by the wives and concubines of the official eunuchs. There was a touch of evil air between his eyebrows, a touch of anxiety, and he didn't know that he was bleeding from seven holes, and he was extremely hideous.

His hands were still rubbing his face, as if the mask was still on his face, as if he was about to take it off. The blood was messy with him, and the woman who was flirting with him walked away in high spirits.

His fingernails had torn the skin of his face, and he didn't feel any pain, but some joy that he was about to succeed. Someone seemed to have some pity, or out of other emotions, threw a wine glass and mixed it with the back of the white-faced little head.

The white-faced Xiaosheng immediately sobered, first looked at the bloodstains on his hands and body, and then screamed miserably, with a pair of hands in front of him, wanting to appease the injury, but he didn't dare to approach half a point, the most painful thing for him was that this skin was ruined, and his future life would be ruined.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grasp something, took two steps, screamed again, and ran towards the exit, wanting to go downstairs, wanting to leave this terrible place.

But he didn't have this life, his body stiffened, and he died at the top of the stairs. Naturally, several women came to carry his body away and wipe the blood clean. The guests are still doing their own thing as if nothing happened.

Someone said: "You want to save him, but he can't." ”

The tosser replied, "I didn't want to save him, but he disturbed me." ”

Someone laughed: "No matter how much time has passed, no matter how many people have died, there are always people who are not self-sufficient to come to die, and even a level of 'peach and willow green spring on the clouds' can't get by, and they still run to embarrass people." ”

Human life, such a fragile thing, is too fragile to be mentioned.

There are only women in the building overnight, and there are only men in the visitors, and no woman will come to find a woman to accompany them, and occasionally curious people come in disguise as men.

But there was such a woman, dressed in a light-colored dress, who sat obediently beside the boring tea-drinker, silently, without crying or making trouble, like a sensible child, a delicate puppet.

Some people like coquettish women, some people like elegance and want to resist and welcome, some like women to resist and reject, and some people prefer quiet and obedient women.

The brocade-clothed guest straightened the jade crown, folded the fan, stared at Shi Lingxi with both eyes, and said in his mouth: "The skin is like clotted fat and the body is like satin, and it is beautiful if you don't smile or smile." Under this plain white mask, what kind of alluring picture should be, but it is lined with others. ”