Qing Lan Ji

Palm beads, priceless treasures, how can they be easily given away.I was being rude. "

Qian Shengyi smiled and said: "I'm not someone who can't live without her, I can't live without her qin. But it doesn't seem to make any difference. You're not someone who loves the qin, so what's the use of her? Is it just to embarrass me? ?”

"No, I want to relieve Xiao Chenghou's worries."

Qian Shengyi was completely stunned. The round hand stove fell on the mattress, and he sighed after a long time: "I am grateful for your kindness. I hope it's not because you think I'm beautiful."

Qu Zhijun smiled and said: "Xiao Chenghou is indeed very beautiful."

Qian Shengyi lay back down in a terribly injured state. "If you have not been enslaved by things, you cannot experience the joy of being enslaved by things."

"But people and things are different after all."

"We can't understand each other at all. But it's not a day or two." Qian Shengyi looked at him and said happily. "Let's change the subject. You said that people and things are different, so do you think the knife is more important, or the person who uses the knife?"

The communication was suddenly interrupted, and they realized that the sound of iron hammering in the courtyard had stopped at some point.

Before, it was like water droplets under the eaves, dripping more and more slowly, and finally lost the strength to gather, but still hanging on a thread, waiting hard, maybe constantly, but in the end it quietly stopped when it was forgotten.Both men held their breath.

Is this the time to get in?Who will go in first?They read such thoughts in each other's eyes.Qu Zhijun's lips moved.

"I feel—"

when--

The iron strike sounded like waking up from a dream, and it sounded suddenly again, and it seemed impatient and violent to compensate for the sudden blankness before.They both breathed a sigh of relief.

"—That depends on what kind of knife it is."

Qu Zhijun finally completed this nonsense, and he himself felt a little ridiculous.

They were standing in front of Jin Wuyan's courtyard gate, Jin Wuyan was casting a knife for Luo Wan.

In this environment, the mention of the knife and the person using the knife can have other meanings?

"There are many people who use knives in this world." Qian Shengyi began a long speech with unlimited potential. "There are a lot of people who use it well. But I have only seen people who match perfectly - very few, really very few. Either the knife does not match the person, or the person does not match the knife. Of course, there is no such theory in the world that must match... ...Most of them are just making do with it... Who doesn't make do with life?"

"Xiao Chenghou is not a makeshift person." Qu Zhijun said flatly.

"Really, do you think I'm the kind of picky person who wants the most beautiful flowers and the best wine, and if he can't achieve the ultimate enjoyment, he would rather abandon it?" Qian Shengyi was laughing again, but he looked at himself Around the body, it seems that it is not convenient to refute. "Let's put that aside for now. But what I have in front of me now: the person I will never meet again and the knife I will never meet again. If I miss it, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to explain to myself."

"It makes sense." Qu Zhijun also said in awe. "Then I would also like to ask Xiao Chenghou, if you can only choose one, do you want a man or a knife?"

"...can't I have both?"

"You get more for your work."

"Your Excellency is accusing me of getting something for nothing." Qian Shengyi said briskly, holding his chin with his fingers. "Then I'll choose the knife. But even if it's just the same, it must not be for nothing?"

"It's not much different from Bailai." Qu Zhijun said. "As long as Xiao Chenghou doesn't interfere."

Qian Shengyi pondered for a moment. "I won't intervene in the future, why don't you intervene today?"

"exactly."

Qian applauded sincerely. "Great! I didn't intend to intervene."

"Actually, I didn't intend to intervene today." Qu Zhijun said softly. "The beauty of Xiao Chenghou's ability to become an adult, although I am crude, I dare not spoil the scenery. How can such a good knife be aborted? I may be more anxious than Xiao Chenghou and anyone else to see its birth... a perfect piece The most touching thing is to be destroyed at the most perfect time."

Qian Shengyi looked at him with indescribable expression on his face. "Let's never torture each other again." Then he disappeared completely with the chair within 1 minute.

When Rowan walked into the alley, the sound of hammering had stopped.

It was replaced by the thick mist of early winter.Footsteps in this gray mist always seem to be unreliable.The skinny figure of the tree becomes unexpectedly whirling under the smear.

The door to the small courtyard is half-closed, a gesture of seductive invitation.But he couldn't say no.Does this mean that he actually still wants to refuse a little bit, wants to turn around and leave, wants to have an end with everything that has been moved over the cliff with blood and sweat, but when it comes to the end, he suddenly feels that it is meaningless and has nothing to do with it?It should be noted that such things are never uncommon.

But he was only dazed for a moment, and he slowly opened the door and walked in.

After all, he was not used to getting cold feet at all.He called it funk.After all, he no longer has anything to do, only things to do.The price of one deviant was too great.

The fire has long since been extinguished, leaving only ashes and cold anvil stones.The water from the well was so cold that there were messy yellow leaves floating on the water.A man stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the knife in his hand.But he was just pretending; after all, it's really stupid to wait for someone in a daze, at least there must be a pretense.

Of course, this does not mean that the knife is only valuable as a cover.

From the moment Rowan saw it, there seemed to be nothing else in his eyes.

Including the person standing in front of you.The man should have died theoretically, and had died by his knife, and had been responsible for destroying his knife; but he wasn't surprised at all.He just looked at the knife.

This knife is also a Luoyan knife.Even if he has a thousand knives, he will always be the Luoyan Knife.

He and Dao, they used to depend on each other and hate each other.Also try to stay away from each other.Because it is indispensable, he subconsciously regards this as retribution, and the knife should not bear his excessive demands and prevarications; but now seeing him, he understands that he is being sentimental.It doesn't know him and doesn't care about him.

After a long time, Rowan raised his head, and his eyes slid across the other's face unconsciously, with a sense of searching.

The young man who was as beautiful as morning dew smiled politely, thinking that he had shown enough patience just now.

"Are you looking for Jin Wuyan?" he said.

"He made an appointment with me today."

"That's a pity, he can't keep the appointment." The boy still smiled. "But he has fulfilled the agreement. Why, don't look at me like that! I didn't kill him. When I came, he was already dead. If you don't believe it, the body is still in the house, I moved him in Yes. As for how he died - I don't know. Maybe it was to forge this knife for you, and exhausted his efforts, because this is what he promised you... You are the one he talked to in this world The last person... don't you think you are more like a murderer than me, Mr. Luo?"

His gorgeous petal-like lips spit out these poisonous words continuously.

The experience of being on the verge of life and death somehow made him more arrogant and impatient than before.He no longer cared if it was out of style to face an unarmed opponent.It's actually easier than ever at his age to think that style is bullshit and results are everything.

Luo Wan was silent, and only asked: "Can you know how to use a knife?"

The boy smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will be more humiliating in my hands than in yours."

He is not exaggerating at all.Maybe there are very few weapons in the world that he doesn't know.Even the ancient sword, which is as murderous as Xingsha and has condensed countless blood and resentful spirits, once bowed to him at a glance.Not to mention this blank, new and compliant knife.

The blade trembled slightly in his hand, as if resonating with his bones.

Rowan suddenly felt a familiar, nauseating, almost tearing pain.

He could hardly think anymore.He tried to raise his wrist quietly, he knew that the boy opposite had a panoramic view of all this. "Why do you want to kill me?"

"Because I want to be free." His pupils had been burnt into brilliant red by the gunpowder. "Kill you, and I will be free."

The dawn of freedom is at hand.All it takes is one knife!

With such a sharp knife, it doesn't take a second effort to kill anyone.

Rowan's hand grasped the blade.Blood gathered at the tip of the blade along the blade and fell into the dust.The knife that tasted blood for the first time came alive almost instantly, like a throbbing heart.The young man watched in amazement as it struggled violently in his hand, the handle was so hot that he couldn't hold it.Suddenly he felt his hand loosen; it was not of his own volition.His wrist bone has been broken.I felt a warmth in my chest.Consciousness floats away into warm, dark and sweet realms.He was surrounded by an unprecedented sense of happiness.

"you're free."

☆、Chapter Twelve Linglong Heart

"Do you believe it? I have killed people, robbed people, made things difficult, and jumped over cliffs. But I have never sold anything."

Ying Tianchang sat behind the counter and smiled with squinted eyes.The Linglong Zhai shop is full of pots and valleys full of real or fake antiques, which have been wiped down not long ago, with a smell of earth and half-dried water marks, creating a sense of chaotic age. Near the legs of the mahogany table, you can see See dust particles flying in beams of light.A bitter aroma lingered in the air.

Qu Zhijun looked at him with undisguised admiration. "Am I your first customer?"

"It should be the only one." Ying Tianchang stood up. "The shop is not mine. If the boss knows that I am here to act as my substitute, he probably won't be very happy. But it doesn't matter, I just like to see him unhappy."

Qu Zhijun shook his head, approached the counter, and took out a pair of jade rings from his sleeve.After a long time, the crystal clear white jade has turned a faint yellow, with tiny cracks spreading inside.Ying Tianchang also looked at the pair of jade rings curiously, as if he had never seen such things before.

"She won't give this to you."

"A series of chains can be broken and inseparable, how things can be moved by people." Ying Tianchang read these two sentences slowly, it was a kind of sincere melancholy without the slightest irony. "You probably also guessed that it might be me, but at the same time you can't deny that it might not be me."

Qu Zhijun looked at him with a smile. "Actually, you don't have to go through so much trouble. Just say you want to see me, and I will come naturally."

"I dare not." Ying Tianchang said honestly. "But please don't get me wrong, I just can't believe in people's good intentions. A friend of mine once taught me that it was because I basically thought I was a slut - and of course I was a slut - and therefore unworthy Because of any good intentions. I'm sorry, it's getting too far, but maybe it's not too far away, after all, this is more or less thanks to you. This pair of jade rings was given to the Palace Master by you more than 20 years ago."

Qu Zhijun said: "You know a lot." Even so, he was not surprised.It is almost impossible for a person to completely hide his past, because he knew this a long time ago, and he has not made any decent efforts in this direction.

"Let's go to each other." Ying Tianchang said listlessly. "I think at that time, both of you should be very happy. She is smart, beautiful, and has status, enough to despise most men in the world. But there was one thing about her that ruined everything; she was pregnant You, who had nothing at that time, were the only life-saving straw she could grasp."

"You know too much." Qu Zhijun said.But still no anger.

"I think she is very grateful to you." Ying Tianchang said. "It's just human speculation. As for the others, I have neither evidence nor experience, so just shut up. Anyway, you are hugging left and right now, but it may have started a long time ago; or even That's how it was at first. Of course she can't change you. As for your children—at least in name, you can imagine that they can easily get everything they want, but they can never be satisfied. If you can Living today, he should be about the same age as me; he should be younger than me. By chance, he became the first person I killed."

"Is it the last one too?"

"God, don't worry about it at this time!" Ying Tianchang sighed. "I ruined him. So you ruined me easily. But I still don't understand why you use such a troublesome method. Do you think killing a 16-year-old child is too simple, so it lacks fun? You seriously injured my master and made him lie on the bed for ten years, while I spent ten years living without human beings and ghosts because of a glimmer of unknowable hope. Watching the process, do you think it is very interesting? Very satisfying Right? Especially since you already knew the end in advance. You created some harmless troubles for me, forced me to move closer to Wenhui Palace, and provided me with the opportunity to exchange one thing for another, just to watch me face the embarrassment of making a choice The way I look, I even use yellow beams to imply that all my thoughts and thoughts are just a big empty dream in the end. Could it be that a good person like you, who is hard to find in the world, is a Bodhisattva reincarnation?"

He spoke faster and faster, unable to control his anger, but he seemed to feel that it was pointless to vent to Mr. Qu Zhijun, so it finally turned into a self-deprecating smile on his lips, and he felt the wave of corrosion in his internal organs. Sour.Qu Zhijun looked at him in surprise and regret.

"I don't hate you for that," he said at last, quite sincerely.

"Of course." Ying Tianchang said. "Whether the boy is dead or alive, what does it have to do with you? His mother can't blame you; she may not be better than you!"

"You are wrong." Qu Zhijun said. "Although she hates him too. You might just think he's a swanky bum, but he's pretty pathetic. He's closer to me. I take him out sometimes. Maybe it's because we're not related. "

"I hope this closeness doesn't have any special meaning." Ying Tianchang said.

Qu Zhijun was greatly moved by his sudden outburst of viciousness. "In short, as a mother, you will never let it go. But after I explained it to her, she agreed to let me handle this matter."

"Explaining that I would at least be worse than death."

"Do you really think there are things worse than death in this world?" Qu Zhijun said, with a slight mockery in his tone. "At the beginning, I really didn't expect you to do anything. Even if Yan Youqing wouldn't blame you, you would probably die of guilt; I have seen some such things. But after a while, rumors spread in the world Ying Tianchang's reputation. At that time, I was really overjoyed, it was like eating a peach and throwing a pit. After a few days, it grew into a flower and blossomed."

"It's really thanks to you." Ying Tianchang said, wanting to laugh at this nondescript metaphor, but he really couldn't help it.He himself is like an overstretched bow, which may break at any time, and he knows that if this continues, there will be no chance of winning, but it is difficult for him to turn around, as if he is sliding down an extremely steep slope.

"You don't want to push everything on me." Qu Zhijun said with a frown. "Don't even blame Wu Qinan. For ten years you have done things that seem to be messy, but you have always had a clear plan. I also obtained Zhaomeicao and Hanzhudan after you - it took you almost five years of work, ——Afterwards, you will determine your goal. It is not a goal, because your desire to save Wuqinan is clear, and you have determined the method you want to use. But what is more interesting than this is what you do... "

His fingers tapped lightly on the mahogany top of the counter. "For example, do you really think that you overthrew Baixue Pavilion by yourself just to get Han Zhudan?"

Ying Tianchang looked at him, and could barely hear what he was saying.He tried his best to relax himself, and there were repeated ringing in his ears.Even the vision in front of him is no longer clear; Qu Zhijun's blurred shadow is shaking.He clenched his fan bone tightly.

"It's-you-fart-thing." He said these words through his teeth.

Qu Zhijun patted his arm reassuringly.Ying Tianchang was so excited that he forgot to hide.There was a brief break in the passing of this wave, and he began to speak again.

"So you know for sure that it's not going to work."

"Because I tried it myself." Qu Zhijun sighed.Who hasn't passed yet... "But I don't dare to say that I will fail 100%, maybe I am unlucky, so when I sent you off, I was still full of—"

Before he finished speaking, a silver light suddenly bloomed in front of his eyes.

Ying Tianchang has already rushed out.The tip of the fan was like a flickering cold light, straight to Qu Zhijun's throat.

Qu Zhijun's figure floated and retreated.No matter how fast Ying Tianchang was, there was always a little distance between him and him.

Ying Tianchang's fan changed, but it never left Qu Zhijun's throat.Qu Zhijun tilted his head slightly, only cut off half a strand of hair, and patted his chest with a palm.Ying Tianchang twisted his waist to dodge it, and the fan blade cut towards Qu Zhijun's wrist again, his movements were extremely cunning.

Qu Zhijun's eyes couldn't help but light up with joy.

After all, most things in this world can only make people tired and bored!

Ying Tianchang's knife hadn't cut through yet, when he suddenly felt a chill down his side.Before the pain hit, he flipped his wrist, opened the fan suddenly, and leaned back in a posture that was almost broken.

Yinshuang was riddled with holes at this moment, like a weak ice surface in early spring.But he still had to block the subsequent blow!

Ying Tianchang leaned against the counter.The fan in his hand is only half left.

The fan bone was made of fine steel, the section was so smooth that it already showed his pale face.

It was only at this time that blood began to ooze from his side and shoulders, and his blue clothes were quickly stained red.

Qu Zhijun held a blood-red dagger in his hand, the almost black red color reminded him of the ground under the deep well for some reason, the sound of dripping water with a rancid smell.This sword must have a lot of background, but at this moment, there is nothing more useless than investigating its origin.

"Even if you kill me, what can you get?" After a while, he said slowly.This is very old-fashioned, but he can't come up with a more bluffing method. "Killing me is the easiest thing after all, but you have been in business for ten years."

"How do you know what I want? Even I don't know very well." Qu Zhijun looked at the tip of the sword, frowned and said, it seems that the sword is too sharp, even he can't help but feel a little jealous. "You may think that I am a psychopath who takes pleasure in torturing people. I like to see you collapse after you have achieved nothing. When you find that you have not collapsed, you are furious. But I don't want to speculate on your reaction. Knowing the story at the end, you Will you read it?"

"You still guessed it." Ying Tianchang said, feeling very cold.The shadow of the sun began to slant slowly, and the fog that had dissipated began to slowly accumulate again, and the interior of Linglongzhai was gloomy.

"Yes." Qu Zhijun nodded. "I'm sure of one thing at least. For you in this world, there is really nothing worse than death."

At this moment, he seemed to have lost all interest.

Ying Tianchang pressed the wound on his side with one hand, his eyes were a little distracted.The blood-red dagger was like sharp fangs, silently attacking his neck.

With a sound of "Dang", Qu Zhijun took a step back.

Ying Tianchang held a sword horizontally in his left hand.A sword not yet drawn.The sword is not broken, but the scabbard has been cut, revealing a trace of white sword.

Ying Tianchang also seemed to be stunned, but suddenly bent down, coughed violently, and wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve.

Qu Zhijun took another step back, looking at the people who came out from the inside of the shop.

This is undoubtedly a beauty in a broad sense. Even though people's aesthetics may be different, even though there may be quite a few people who stubbornly think that there must be something wrong with a man who looks like this, but they can't deny that this person is indeed beautiful. The point of domineering.

Ying Tianchang coughed for a long time, and when he was finally able to move, he grabbed the beauty's unmoving skirt.Yan Fengyue stared at him affectionately and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ying Tianchang said: "Which of your fucking eyes can see that I'm good?!"

Yan Fengyue raised her eyebrows: "You are still fighting with me, isn't it because of your broken sword?" He snatched the sword, took off the scabbard and threw it on the ground. The word "fixing the storm" comes out.Ying Tianchang said: "You even gave me a name."

Yan Fengyue said: "I should give you a sinking fish, and you will be satisfied." He handed the sword to Ying Tianchang, clapped his hands and said to Qu Zhijun: "You are very good, the street in front is all raised by you Dog, fortunately I know how to get in. Now that everyone is here and the sword has been changed, come again?"

Ying Tianchang said: "I've been here before, let me do it again today. I'll take your surname. He was the one who robbed you of Luoyang Linglongzhai, and he was the one who burned your Fengyue Linlang Pavilion. What a bloody feud, the pavilion master quickly shows his power, we Just wait and see."

Yan Fengyue twitched the corner of her mouth. "It's him? Isn't it your Palace Master?"

Ying Tianchang said: "The palace lord just lent him a few people. The two of them have been in harmony with each other for a long time. They have been separated from each other. They are separated from each other. Otherwise, if she intervenes today, everyone will have scruples. Are you going to do it! You still have to wait for him to call Did a group of little beauties come in and chop you up, the old beauty!"

Yan Fengyue sneered and said: "Since you don't do anything, what are you doing so blindly?" Even though he said so, he took off the jade wrench from his hand.

The shape of the wrench is strange, it seems to be a pair of forefingers, almost covering half of the joints.Yan Fengyue took off one at this time, and a transparent silk thread was pulled out between the two fingers, and it got longer and longer, and when he let go suddenly, the finger fell back into his hand, and the two collided, issuing a command The crisp sound of heart trembling.Qu Zhijun looked at his hand full of curiosity.Yan Fengyue stared at him, and suddenly asked: "Haven't seen it?"

Qu Zhijun said: "I am ignorant and ignorant."

Yan Fengyue said: "Okay, I tell you to open your eyes." He clapped his hands together, and gently played the taut silk string with his ring finger.

A sound wave pierced the turbid air like an invisible arrow.

It was a shuddering, gut-wrenching sound!

Yan Fengyue's hands opened and closed, turned into palms, turned into claws, and the flickering silk strings running through the sword net were like the dark blue moonlight in the blood-red sword light.

This kind of weapon has never been seen to be used by anyone in the Jianghu. Even whether it is a weapon is still to be tested. In his hands, it seems that he has been able to manipulate it freely since he was born.

Ying Tianchang was leaning on the counter, the blood flow from the bandaged wound had stopped, while breathing slowly and evenly, a smile appeared in his eyes.

He had never seen Yan Fengyue use a weapon.He also never thinks that this is the trump card that the master of Fengyue Linlang Pavilion has hidden for many years.

He just found it very interesting.

Even he, a bystander, found it so interesting, and the mood of the people in the game can be imagined.

No matter how dense, delicate and airtight Qu Zhijun's sword is, how can it guard against the silk strings in Yan Fengyue's hands that are thinner and softer than water droplets?

The occasional flashes of light from the cracks in the blood-red sword net seem to be another net that is being prepared step by step, slowly tightening, waiting for the moment to tear the prey apart.

Qu Zhijun's sword path was not as clear as it was at the beginning, and began to show some muddy stagnation.The silk strings were entangled, blocking the direction of the sword, and when he wanted to cut through the mess, he suddenly disappeared without a trace.Speaking of, Fengyue's body skills are even more inexplicable and weird than the silk strings in his hands.

Yan Fengyue didn't want to compete with him in palm technique, swordsmanship, or the internal force of the source of all things.Perhaps he himself knows that no matter which aspect can gain the upper hand.All he wanted was such a strange word.

Strange and strange.

He wanted it all to end before the other party reacted!

Qu Zhijun raised his sword to block it, but suddenly felt a slight resistance in his arm.

When he looked down, he couldn't even see anything for a split second.However, the resistance increased rapidly, and the sleeves suddenly tightened and sank, like the tide breaking a bank suddenly, followed by extremely sharp pain.

His forearm had been hanged at some point.Immediately, his arm will be strangled like the outer layer of cloth, and that method is more straightforward than being cut off by the sharpest sword.He raised his eyes, and was facing Shangyan Fengyue's charming smile as if comforting him.

No matter who it is, if they can see such a beautiful face before they die, they will not be particularly disadvantaged.

Qu Zhijun silently accepted the compensation in his heart, and then his arm shrank strangely.

His entire arm seemed to suddenly become thinner, and there was room for relaxation in the strangulation of the seamless strings.Before Yan Fengyue pulled the silk string even tighter, she had already escaped from the trap with incomparable flexibility, and with a hook of the sword's edge, it cut off the extremely stretched silk string!

Half of the sleeves fell neatly on the ground, and there was still a circle of reddish bloodstains on the arm of Mrs. Wang.

Qu Zhijun looked up at Yan Fengyue, his eyes filled with indescribable shock.He had already retreated very far, almost to the door, and even seemed to want to leave for a moment, but reason made him stand still.

Yan Fengyue stood where she was, holding the separated pair of fingers in her palm, turned her face and glanced at Ying Tianchang.

At this moment, only they can understand the almost suffocating remorse and disappointment in their hearts: the best time to kill each other has been missed.

After a long time, Mr. Qu Zhi said: "May I ask Pavilion Master again, the name of the thing in your hand?"

Yan Fengyue said: "Ask me? This thing was made to kill you. What's the name? Don't play tricks on me. You just want to know the truth. I'll tell you right now. It doesn't matter if it's true or not. The world can break your piece." There is no such thing as invulnerable white clothes, at least not yet. The news you heard, there is an unprecedented treasure in Qianshengyi, which is precisely the nemesis of white clothes, just to scare you. "

The corner of Qu Zhijun's mouth twitched slightly, and he said: "Since this is the case, then the rumor that the pavilion master wants this thing must be false."

Yan Fengyue said: "It's fake, you are stupid. I let Luoyan Dao go to the Qianpin Banquet with great fanfare, and you thought you had bribed Qian Shengyi's confidant, Qinnu, to let her hand over the fake things to me through Luo Wan. I have no fear, so I come here with confidence, it seems that I have been tricked, but in fact I want to use this opportunity to lure me out. What's the use of saying this, you old man—"

He was so angry that he lost his image, Ying Tianchang tugged him, and reminded, "Pay attention to your temperament!" Yan Fengyue snorted, and really stopped talking.

But Qu Zhijun didn't realize it, and said: "Since it's fake, then how about the Pavilion Master—"

Yan Fengyue sneered and said: "Qian Shengyi is not my relative, I gave him such expensive silk and bamboo music, do I really ask for nothing?"

He stepped forward, and with his toes, he tugged at the broken sleeves in the dust.

"What I got in exchange is that the clothes you are wearing today are just a piece of rag."

Qu Zhijun said: "You mean Zhu Jin?"

His tone suddenly became extremely stable, and there was a coldness that he had never felt before.

Yan Fengyue said: "I know Zhu Jin and Niu Jin? If you dare to poach Qian Shengyi's corner, why can't he work hard on those little beauties of yours?"

He also seemed to find this passage very funny, and his tone was even a little gentler. "He is young and beautiful, why should he be ruined by you, an immortal old man?"

Qu Zhijun sighed: "You're right. He really doesn't have any reason to be loyal to me. I haven't treated him well enough; maybe good enough, but I obviously don't know what he wants. Maybe I do; but I But didn’t take it to heart.”

He actually reflected on himself on the spot.

Yan Fengyue's expression was as if she had just eaten a thousand flies.

Qu Zhijun suddenly took off his coat, followed by his middle coat and underwear; before Yan Fengyue and Ying Tianchang could be hurt, he had already put on his coat very quickly, his movements were graceful and elegant like a dancing posture.

He saw that both of them were staring at him, smiled slightly, and asked: "Do you two think that if I don't have a hundred clothes, I'm not worth mentioning and I'll be slaughtered?"

The two immediately said in unison: "No."

Ying Tianchang added: "You haven't used this sword before."

Qu Zhijun said: "So, maybe it's fair."

Ying Tianchang said to Yan Fengyue: "Did we pay attention to fairness in doing things?"

Yan Fengyue said: "What you said, you are shameless and I want more."

Ying Tianchang whispered in his ear: "Then there is no other way, it seems that there is only a beauty trick today."

Yan Fengyue nodded in agreement, and said to Mr. Qu Zhi: "I heard that you like beautiful things very much?"

Qu Zhijun said: "Hasn't the pavilion master already seen the price I paid for it?"

Yan Fengyue said: "Then let me ask you, I'm so beautiful, why don't you love me?"

Qu Zhijun was stunned, he seemed to think about it seriously, and then he replied: "Maybe the pavilion master is not my type?"

Yan Fengyue said: "Fart, you can be sure that you are Ye Gong and a good dragon." He threw the wrench casually and sighed: "When Qian Shengyi gave it to me, he said that this thing is called heartbroken, and now I really regret it. Bad idea you Half the time, tell me what to do."

Ying Tianchang murmured: "I can't close my eyes when I think that I will live and die with you."

Yan Fengyue said: "You still dislike me. Why don't you call Luoyan Dao when you dislike me?"

Ying Tianchang hesitated and said: "This is not good. He is the last gentleman left in this world."

He stroked Ding Fengbo's smooth sword spine with his index finger, and said with a smile: "For this kind of thing, it's enough for us to come."

Yan Fengyue didn't refute, she sighed, and held the cold fingertips of her right hand with her left hand.

They failed to seize the chance of surprise victory.The outcome of this battle has returned to the starting point.

In the final analysis, everything they have done before can only destroy the myth that Mr. Qu Zhi is invulnerable.

But does Qu Zhijun really have a weakness enough to be discovered by them?

They have done enough testing, but they have not been able to see the certainty in the eyes of the other party.

Qu Zhijun looked at them with pity, with the expression on his face that made both of them extremely disgusted, the expression of regret and ecstasy when seeing a beautiful thing about to be destroyed.

It was like watching fireworks explode in the dark night sky.

The sun had already slanted to the west, or it had given way to the cold mist, and the hall was in a groggy state not commensurate with the time.

Even so, it seemed a bit too groggy.

Qu Zhijun suddenly found that he could not see the faces of the two in the shadow clearly, only the sword in Ying Tianchang's hand exuded a soft and clear light.

He also realized that he hadn't heard any movement outside for a long time.

He turned his head suddenly and saw a tall man standing at the door.

Rowan didn't look at him, but just stared at the blood-red dagger in his hand.

Qu Zhijun felt that he needed to explain, but Rowan's eyes had already moved away indifferently.There is no doubt that he was bypassed, but whether it fell on Ying Tianchang or not is difficult to judge.Ying Tianchang's vague outline is like an uncertain cave, slightly distorting everything around him.What he looked at was Ying Tianchang's sword.Ying Tianchang looked at his knife.

He opened his mouth, and this sentence was spoken to Yan Fengyue.

He said, "Will anyone know what happened today?"

Yan Fengyue sighed: "The last gentleman left in the world, if you say no, you will be gone."

Ying Tianchang still looked at his knife.

It took him a long time to get acquainted with Rowan with a knife, and it took him a while to get acquainted with Rowan without a knife.

However, this Rowan was obviously not any Rowan he was familiar with.

He even felt his nasal cavity sour for no reason, and the feeling of grievance from a long time ago surged out for some reason.But he himself knew that this was too inappropriate, so he changed his mind and asked jokingly, "How many people died outside?"

Rowan said: "No."

Ying Tianchang looked at him quietly and said, "Not one?"

Rowan said, "Not a single one."

Qu Zhijun was still standing there with a smile.

He felt insulted like never before.

The way they talked, it was as if he was already a dead man.

He smiled and said, "It turns out that Luoyan