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The black roof tiles are in the casting area of ​​the Mogong Ministry, the fire is brightly lit under the eaves, and the casting tables and forging furnaces are neatly displayed.Meng Yiran's beautiful long hair was blown by the airflow from the furnace. She was wearing black clothes, leaning against the casting platform, drinking a jug of wine sullenly in her left hand.The bright moonlight reflected the beautiful face of the flower, and the red lips became more and more red because of the infiltration of sake.

A black shadow suddenly flashed, accompanied by a thick and burning sword intent.I saw Cheng Tianya coming with silent steps, quietly taking away the wine from Meng Yiran's hand.

"Hey! Cheng Tianya, you are going too far!" Meng Yiran stood up excitedly, reaching out to snatch the wine jar back, but Cheng Tianya was tall and burly and raised his arms, which made her even more out of reach.

Cheng Tianya ignored Meng Yiran's complaints, drank the wine in two or three gulps, and threw the jar at Meng Yiran's face.

Meng Yiran became even more angry when she saw it, but the sound oscillating in the wine jar caught her attention. She glanced inside the jar against the light, and she frowned slightly, "The sword is broken?"

Cheng Tianya was still searching around, and the cold black figure said lightly, "Is there any wine left?"

Meng Yiran pulled out the broken sword from the wine jar, and a silver light suddenly appeared, "I said earlier that this sword is not suitable for you, you should use the knife with peace of mind, I can..."

Cheng Tianya interrupted coldly, "It's not that there are no knives."

Meng Yiran sighed helplessly, "Yes, I see."

Cheng Tianya quickly brought out a large jar of wine from the wine cellar, lifted the cork and was about to drink it, when a familiar voice sounded.

"Cheng, Tian, ​​Ya!"

As soon as he heard it, he quickly picked up the wine and wanted to pour it into his mouth heartily.But he saw a raging fire coming like a shooting star in the dark night, igniting the strong wine, Cheng Tianya had no choice but to shake off the wine jar and retreat a few steps.

Wearing a gray robe, Yan Lingxi walked quickly, grabbed the wine, and there seemed to be deep resentment in his eyes, "Tianya, the poison of Huangquan candle is about to break out, and you are still drinking here!"

Cheng Tianya raised his eyebrows, "Tomorrow I will be sent to the white bamboo forest to heal my wounds, why don't you let me have a few more drinks now?"

Yan Lingxi stepped forward, and lightly smacked the opponent's chest with his fist, "You heal well, and I'll bring you wine."

"Really?" Cheng Tianya's eyes lit up for a moment, then his brows tightened, "Didn't you say you were going to investigate suspicious points?"

Yan Lingxi patted the other party's shoulder, and said lightly, "It's just a few places, and I'll be back soon."

In the night sky of Baling, you can look at the sky comfortably from above, piercing the star river below, and climb the Yueyang Tower to see the Dongting, which is a stunning scenery.A middle-aged swordsman in a white robe and a girl in purple are strolling on the viewing platform on the top of Yueyang Tower.

"Senior Liang, it's cold at night, please go back to the clinic early to rest." Dr. Feng Zhezhi from Yichenju helped Liang Shisan walk slowly, not forgetting to remind him of his concern.

"Yeah." Liang Shisan nodded, "Zhe Zhi, you have opened this medical clinic for nine years. But you still can't remember what happened nine years ago?"

"Yes. I can't remember at all. I only know that my master picked me up from a vast white bamboo forest and taught me medical skills..." Feng Zhezhi stroked his forehead, as if he felt a dull pain when he recalled the past. "But I seem to think of a word recently. Is this word a surname or a given name?"

Liang Shisan frowned, "Oh? What word?"

"Mu."

The Qingshuang Pavilion under the moonlit night, with blue tiles and white rails, is still so cold.Shuang Ji wore a green gauze and white dress, sitting upright in the highest room, fondling a white Yaoqin.Her expression was gloomy, as if her heart was broken like the dark blue ice patterns on the piano.

"Dong dong dong." In the silence, there was a knock on the door outside the room, and before she could answer, the "squeaky" uninvited guest had pushed the door open and entered.

Yanjia's black and white cross-stitch patterns come into view.

Shuang Ji's eyes sharpened, "It's you."

On the other side of the Cang Ye, in Jianju's room, a person dressed in white snow was sitting alone at the table, stroking the dark blue Yaoqin on the table with his scab-covered fingers.

"Crack." A man in a gray robe like fog pushed the door, "Jingyuan. How is Qingzhou?"

"It's still not very good." Ning Jingyuan shook his head, "He would say this from time to time: Mu Xingxuan is not my real sister, not..."

"But Mu Xingxuan does have a younger brother, doesn't he?" Yan Lingxi said casually.

"How do you know?" Surprise appeared on Ning Jingyuan's calm face.

"Hey? Can this be guessed?" Yan Lingxi was also taken aback, and then said, "His condition is unstable, and he should be sent back to the Baizhu Forest."

Tranquility heard it, frowned slightly, and nodded, "I will accompany him."

Suddenly, not far away, there was only a long neighing of a fast horse, followed by hurried footsteps.

"Eleventh Young Master! The leader has an urgent secret letter!"

The letter paper was torn apart, and there was a moment of silence in the already quiet room.

"What's wrong?" Tranquility asked.

Yan Lingxi's dignified expression eased a bit, and he smiled wryly, "It seems that we have to let go of our affairs first, and go back to Yunxuanmen first."

A trace of suspicion appeared on Tranquility's heroic face, "Why do you even want to go, Qing Zhou..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qingzhou, who was originally unconscious on the couch, suddenly murmured, "Brother Ning...don't go..." Rolled to the ground, still unconscious.

Ning Jingyuan's eyes showed reluctance and unbearability, and hurried over to hug him, "It's okay, I'm here." But there was no other response.

At this moment, what are you thinking about?And what am I thinking?

Yan Lingxi looked down from the corner of his eyes, and shook his palms helplessly, "Actually, the leader called you back earlier, but it was only delayed by the situation in Jiangzhou. This time, you may be the main force of Yunxuanmen." Then , He folded a few lines of the letter paper and handed it to the other party.

Tranquility glanced at him with surprise in his eyes, and instantly understood the seriousness of the matter.

There were only ten words on the letter paper, but they were extremely shocked, full of the momentum of rain.

"Ye Fengting died, and Jiang Yuelou changed hands."

The author has something to say:

This is the last chapter of this volume. In the next volume, the Wulin Alliance will once again launch an annexation plan, targeting the Jianshi faction and the Nanyue Sword League controlled by the Jianshi faction. All local martial arts.

How will Jiang Yuelou/Jiangnan Dacang and Jianshi faction face the plan of the Wulin Alliance?What will Mu Xingying and Tianshui Chengbi plan?Will the unborn head of the Jianshi faction show up?Why did Ye Fengting die after leaving with Mu Xingying? What is the situation?

Do please look forward to.

Volume [-]: Sudden Heartbreak