The night is as dark as ink, and such a night always carries a certain sense of murder.
As an old saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a murderous night.
On such a night, even the Qingyan Pavilion seemed a little dim as agreed.
The Qingyan Pavilion, which was not open for business, was quiet, and the sound of wine being poured into wine glasses could be vaguely heard in the lobby.
The celadon wine glass gave the originally transparent wine a slight hint of cyan light when it was poured into it.
However, the color of the wine was instantly dyed with a dazzling red.
Carrying it with bare hands, no one's hands have ever been so beautiful, so beautiful that one feels that being held by this hand is a great blessing.
"Good wine, but drinking it alone is a bit boring."
There was no sound of pushing the door or walking.
The visitor seemed to appear out of thin air in the lobby of Qingyan Pavilion, without even moving the air.
In other words, his presence could make everything around him exist.
At rest.
The white clothes seem to be painted with a few ink bamboos, and the light blue jacket just exposes the ink bamboo on the chest.
This is supposed to be the dress of a scholar, but no one can come to Qingyan Pavilion silently.
You would think that the white-haired man in front of you would be a scholar who does not understand martial arts.
"Why are you here?"
Hongyi lowered her head and stared at the drink in the glass, as if there was something worthy of her attention.
"I have been looking for you for the past ten years, and even set foot in southern Xinjiang.
Who would have thought that you have always been by my side, and I never noticed it.
If Xiaoge hadn't sent me a message, I might never have seen you again in this life. you."
"Your little apprentice is really careful, even asking you for such a small piece of information.
Hum, I should have thought of it a long time ago.
Although the world seems to be peaceful now, in fact, there are many people with ulterior motives hidden.
As a person today, How could the number one master of Jianlu ignore the affairs of the world?"
Hongyi raised her head as she spoke, and then she saw clearly that the man in front of her had his eyes closed, but the smile at the corner of his mouth made her heart move.
She couldn't help but ask: "We haven't seen each other for ten years, and the sword master's style is still undiminished.
Back then, why didn't you look at me?
Could it be that I was ugly and not worthy of you opening your eyes?"
The smile on the man's face became even bigger when he heard this.
Even with his eyes closed, he sat calmly in front of Hong Yi, and then said: "Ajue, if you say that, I'm afraid all the girls in the world will die of shame. .
I also want to open my eyes and take a look at you, but it’s a pity that God doesn’t want me to open these eyes.”
Hongyi's right hand holding the wine glass moved slightly, as if thinking of something, he asked: "Poisonous Heart Umbrella" The man nodded and said with some appreciation: "I don't know which immortal thing came up with this thing a hundred years ago.
Although I destroyed this umbrella with my sword intention, the strange poison on the umbrella aroused by my sword intention still persisted."
It doesn’t matter if I can’t open my eyes now, but it’s the biggest regret in my life that I can’t see you clearly now.”
"We haven't seen each other for ten years, and you have a lot of flattery.
Could it be that the swordsmanship you practice is actually achieved through talking?"
Hong Yi frowned and sarcastically said, "And even if it is just flattery, you should not tell me that in Fengming Pavilion, There is someone waiting for you.”
A wry smile appeared on his lips, and the man shook his head and said, "It was just a misunderstanding back then.
You clearly knew the truth, so why did you hold on to it?"
"It's your business whether there is a misunderstanding, and it's my business whether to let it go or not.
Now you and I have nothing to do with each other.
You are Lin Langzhao, a well-known swordsman in the world, and I am just an ordinary passerby.
And I have We have our own belongings, and it is against common sense to see each other so late at night.
If you say one more thing, I will never see you again."
"Hey, I haven't seen you for ten years and your temper is still the same."
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Lin Langzhao sighed softly and said with some regret.
"You think I am her?"
The sarcasm on Hong Yi's lips became even more serious.
"It seems that he has been very good to you in the past ten years.
Don't mention this.
I heard from Xiao Ge that you even gave the sect's token to that boy named Yue Izumo.
Could it be that there is something special about that boy.
Lin Langzhao asked, changing the topic.
"This matter is none of your business."
"Then you knew I was coming, but you still waited for me here."
"It's not you I'm waiting for."
"Who else is here but me?"
"There are still people who should come."
Lin Langzhao fell silent because he suddenly felt a dozen weak breaths coming towards Qingyan Pavilion.
"Murderous, it seems that you have provoked someone serious."
Lin Langzhao silently picked up the wine bottle in front of him, and with a wave of his hand, he saw the wine glass on the table not far away falling into his hand.
The left hand tilted slightly, and the wine immediately fell into the glass with a bit of crystal clearness.
"We haven't seen each other for ten years, and you still can't change your habits."
Hong Yi looked at the man in front of him with some confusion and said.
"I can't help it.
If I don't have wine, I always feel like I can't use the strength."
Lin Langzhao replied with a smile.
"But these people clearly don't need your full strength."
"These people are not enough for me to take full action, but if I don't do my best, how can I find out the conspiracy of some people.
Xiao Chengfeng, that salted fish, is already ruined and still wants to interfere in the affairs of the world.
I, Lin Langzhao, have never I have seen such a guilty person, the water in the capital is too deep, and he still wants to interfere, he is really not afraid of death. " After Lin Langzhao finished speaking, he smiled, raised his head and turned to the direction of Hongyi and said: "It's a pity that you have already vowed not to show your martial arts skills from now on, otherwise these shrimp soldiers and crab generals will not be your opponents.
But I didn't expect that they would even want to get rid of you.
"Oh, it seems that these people are very ambitious."
Hearing this, Hongyi shook his head, put down the wine glass in his hand and said, "Although their target is me, the people behind the scenes don't actually know my identity.
Otherwise, why would they only send a few little shrimps like this here?"
"How do you know" "Guess."
Lin Langzhao shook his head.
Hong Yi said that his habits had not changed in the past ten years, but Hong Yi's temperament had never changed at all.
The sword broke through the air, and the door shattered with a sound.
A trace of blood smell came from the sword body, which was enough to prove that this sword had been stained with the blood of many people.
The man in red looked half-smiling, looking at the man in black wielding a sword in front of him and not wanting to take action at all, even though the long sword with a cold light was already in front of him.
"That's not how swords are used."
A clear voice, a confident tone, a few simple words, but there was a feeling in the mouth of the man in front of me that no one else could have.
Hongyi smiled and looked at him with a hint of relief.
"The swordsmanship is very good, but no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, it is just a bunch of gorgeous moves.
Although the murderous intention is strong, it is not a swordsmanship that is fatal enough."
The sword passed by Lin Langzhao's ear, but the man in black wanted to score another point but found that he couldn't do it no matter what.
Two fingers had already appeared on the sword blade, causing a look of fear to appear in the man in black's only exposed eye.
Gently holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, the man in black let Lin Langzhao take the long sword in his hand as if he had no resistance.
His whole body remained motionless until Lin Langzhao gently touched the sword body with his left hand, and then he saw the sword.
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There was a blood line deep between the man in black's throat, and then it slowly went down.
"Sword Lord" "Lin Langzhao":