I have a role in the heavens

Hou Xibai looked at Song Yuhua, who was obviously afraid of Shi Zhixuan, and knew her fear, so he changed his tone and continued.

"I just want to paint you Yuhua on this Baimei fan. I wonder if you are willing?"

Song Yuhua's expression relaxed now. Talking about a demon king like Shi Zhixuan was still a heavy burden for her and she couldn't let it go.

"Yuhua is no more beautiful than a plum blossom, I'm afraid it will disappoint Young Master Hou!"

How could Song Yuhua agree to Hou Xibai's rude request? How could a lady from a high family have her portrait painted by an outsider!

Hou Xibai smiled when he heard this and said shamelessly, not minding Song Yuhua's rejection.

"Actually, Yuhua, whether you agree or not doesn't affect my painting!"

"After seeing you today, I am confident that I will draw you after I leave!"

When Song Yuhua heard this, for the first time, she felt that Hou Xibai looked a bit like a disciple of the Demon Sect, a bit rogue, she rolled her eyes coquettishly and said bitterly.

"Master Hou, since you have already made up your mind, why do you need to ask for my opinion?"

Hou Xibai knew that he was in the wrong and did not dare to look directly at Song Yuhua. His eyes dodged and he looked up at the sky outside the window, looking around at him.

"The moon is really bright tonight!"

Song Yuhua turned to look out the window, blinked her big eyes a few times, looked back at Hou Xibai again with a speechless expression, and said.

"Mr. Hou, it's just Shenshi at this time. The sun is still hanging in the sky. Where did the moon come from?"

Hou Xibai laughed loudly after hearing this, not caring about the embarrassment at all, and said loudly.

"Oh, I used to sneak into my daughter's boudoir at night, but I came early today and forgot about it for a moment!"

Song Yuhua looked at the funny Hou Xibai and smiled. Any anger in her heart disappeared in an instant. She smiled sweetly, with a smile as bright as a flower. Even if there were hundreds of flowers blooming outside the window, it was still not as stunning as the spring scenery in the room.

Hou Xibai glanced at the sky, stood up, and said goodbye to Song Yuhua.

"I got to see Yuhua today, it's a worthwhile trip! It's getting late, it's time for me to leave!"

Song Yuhua felt reluctant to give up. She put away the bright smile on her face, frowned slightly, and her eyes returned to calmness again, like a dry well, silent and dead for a long time before she spoke.

"Yuhua hopes that Mr. Hou will realize his wish as soon as possible, and the world will be white and the universe will be bright and clear!"

Hou Xibai turned around and walked out, suddenly stopped at the stairs, turned around and said.

"Yuhua, although you have a gentle temperament, you are courageous. Since you don't want to be a caged bird, a canary, why not become self-reliant, learn to control your own destiny, practice martial arts diligently, and break free from the birdcage!"

"If you can achieve the status of a Grandmaster and have your name engraved in the Sharpening Hall, even your father, Heavenly Sword Song Que, will consider your feelings and face your existence!"

After that, Hou Xibai went downstairs, his figure flashed and disappeared into the Duzun Fort.

Song Yuhua was in a daze, with a complicated expression on his face. It took a long time before a whisper sounded in the room.

"In the realm of Grandmaster, carve your name on your father's whetstone? Maybe you can try it!"

Although Song Yuhua's whisper was weak, it was full of power and unswerving determination.

At night, the silver moon hangs high and the moonlight is cold. At this time, the city of Chengdu fell into a deserted atmosphere, silent and silent. The lively scene during the day has disappeared. The roads paved with bluestones are empty and few people are walking on them. , Occasionally a person passes by, his footsteps are hurried, and he disappears into the night in a blink of an eye.

Hou Xibai walked on the empty road without any hindrance, his steps stepping on the bluestone. Under the moonlight, he looked cool and refined. His clothes were also changed into a black brocade robe, which he wore when he left Duzun Fort. Pay attention to the fine silk, in this dark night, the brocade clothes walk at night, never attracting attention.

Wanhua Tower, resplendent and brightly lit, is the largest brothel in Chengdu, with the most beautiful women, and can enjoy all the services you can imagine.

The entire Wanhua Building seemed like another world. There was a lot of people inside the building, and the fragrance was wafting from ten miles outside. The fragrance was the scent of powder, which was so pungent that Hou Xibai, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but frown.

Hou Xibai was imprinted in the shadow of the corner. His energy was not leaking at all, his breathing could hardly be heard, and the energy and blood in his body had been suppressed to the point of being inaudible. His whole body was like a tortoise in hibernation, his eyes It was dim and without the bright light of the past. The whole person was like a ghost shadow, hidden in the dark night, silent.

I don’t know how long it took, a man in his twenties, richly dressed, with tender skin, fair skin, and handsome appearance. He was seven feet tall, walked sloppily, staggered, and smelled of alcohol. The smile on his face is a bit wretched, his face is white and beardless, and his peach blossom eyes are very attractive. The bags under his eyes are swollen and black. It can be seen that his blood is insufficient and his body's vitality has been damaged in this Ten Thousand Flowers Tower.

The man hugged him from left to right and walked crookedly. Almost all of his body weight rested on the two women beside him, causing their waists to bend and their faces to turn red. It was very laborious.

As soon as the man walked out of the Ten Thousand Flowers Tower, seven or eight strong men immediately approached him. They were tough, with cold faces and gleaming eyes. They looked around with great vigilance. These people were all the men's guards and had extraordinary martial arts skills. , is also considered a good player in the arena. The leader among them is extremely capable, with a strong aura and full of evil spirit. He is a second-rate master. Don't underestimate the second-rate master. He is enough to become a commander in the army. A fourth-grade guerrilla general with thousands of troops.

"Young Master, you are out!"

"Are we going home now?"

The man was drunk and struggled to open his eyelids. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He let go of the girl he was holding and flirted happily.

"I will go back today, and I will fight with you two vixens for three hundred rounds tomorrow night!"

After saying that, both hands were still on the plump buttocks of the two girls, and they grabbed a handful, causing the two girls to exclaim and laugh.

The two pretentious girls, with their charming eyes, glanced at the man, coquettishly and coquettishly. After a moment, they reluctantly took the banknotes in their hands and walked back into the Wanhua Tower.

Only then did the man have the time to pay attention to the guard leader. He still had a bit of lust in his eyes and said with undiminished interest.

"Why don't you reply? It's so boring to go home. That pretentious and incomprehensible Song Yuhua makes me bored!"

"I'm going to Xiuteo Pavilion tonight. I haven't been there for several days. I miss my little baby so much!"

Xiutao Pavilion is also a brothel. The difference is that Wanhua Pavilion is full of girls, while Xiutao Pavilion is full of prostitutes. It is the favorite place for dignitaries with special hobbies. The consumption there is higher than that of Wanhua Pavilion. It's an exaggeration, after all, in this era when people are struggling to make a living, good-looking women are very easy to find by selling their daughters, but good-looking men are not so easy to find, and they need to cost a lot of money.

The leader of the guard bowed his head in response, feeling unworthy for the young lady in his heart. He had been fortunate enough to meet Song Yuhua, who was astonished by the beauty of heaven and her unparalleled grace. He didn't understand why Xie Wenlong didn't like such a beautiful, gentle and gentle wife, or even I feel disgusted!

Xie Wenlong staggered and his body swayed. The leader of the guards hurriedly stepped forward to help him. Surrounded by seven or eight guards, he headed towards the Xiudao Pavilion. As he passed a corner, there happened to be a shadow, Wanhua Tower. Even the lights can't shine here.

Hou Xibai's eyes flashed with murderous intent, like a ghost emerging from the shadows. In a flash, he appeared in front of Jie Wenlong. Under the horrified gaze of the guard leader, a slender handle The sword was like a life-threatening ghost, piercing directly into Xie Wenlong's throat. A bit of red bloomed, and Xie Wenlong suddenly fell to the ground.

Hou Xibai hit the target with one blow and retreated. Before the guards could react, he had disappeared from everyone's eyes. They didn't even see Hou Xibai's appearance.

The guard leader had a look of shock on his face and his whole body was weak. He looked at the young master who fell to the ground and died. The bright red blood was so dazzling. As guards, they failed to protect the safety of the young master. They were afraid that their lives would not be saved after they returned.

"The young master has been assassinated!"

Only then did the guard come back to his senses, exclaimed loudly, and quickly leaned over to check on Jie Wenlong's condition. He was killed with one blow and was no longer breathing.

Facing the gazes of his colleagues, the guards had a look of death on their faces, and there was deep fear in their eyes. If the young master died, they were afraid that they would also be buried with him.

Even so, these guards did not dare to escape. Their families and children all lived in the Duzun Castle. If they escaped, their wives, children, and children would probably die. If they went back to accept the crime, they could still save their lives. How to choose? , they naturally understand.

The guards carried Xie Wenlong's body with despair on their faces, their steps were extremely heavy, uneasy, fearful, and resolutely headed towards the Duzun Fort.

In the main hall of Duzun Castle, Xie Hui looked livid, with a bit of sadness in his eyes. He stared coldly at the kneeling guards, with murderous intent in his heart, his face twisted, and he said angrily.

"What's the use of Duzun Castle raising you? You can't even see the assassin's face clearly, and you still have the nerve to come back alive!"

Song Yuhua, as Jie Wenlong's wife, was also sitting aside, with a faint look on her face. There was no trace of sadness in her eyes, but a look of relief and relief. She looked solemnly, looking at Jie Wenlong, who was pale and lying on the ground, with thoughts rolling in her heart. Think about something.

As a veteran grand master, Xie Hui is not a top-notch master, but he is still powerful. The energy around him is extremely terrifying. The air in the entire main hall has stopped flowing. It is extremely terrifying and depressing. Anger fills Xie Hui's heart. He lost his son in old age. It has been a great tragedy in life since ancient times.

Xie Hui knelt down, a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, and carefully observed the wound on Jie Wenlong's throat, constantly deducing and reviewing the scene in his mind.

Killing with one blow, ruthless, precise, and extremely fast. Even he was not sure that he could survive this blow unscathed. The assassin was at least a first-class master in the innate realm, and he was proficient in assassination. Only then could Xie Wenlong stand in a group of Surrounded by guards, he was assassinated without any defense.

"Did you notice anything unusual before the assassin took action?"

Xie Hui had a cold face and covered his son's remains with a white cloth. He had a vague guess in his heart and asked the guards to verify the situation at that time.

The head of the guard leader was pressed firmly against the floor tiles, and the ground was covered in blood. This was the blood that flowed from his kowtow when he asked for forgiveness. When he heard Xie Hui's question, his whole body tensed up, and his heart did not dare to beat, and he said in fear.

"Back to the castle master, there is nothing unusual!"

The guard leader was only a hair away from entering the innate realm, but he didn't even have the courage to raise his head in front of Xie Hui. He was so frightened in his heart that his voice trembled as he continued to recall.

"The assassin was like a ghost emerging from the shadows. He was incredibly fast. We were just blinded by it, and the young master was already killed. We didn't even see the opponent's face clearly, and the opponent disappeared into the night. It’s absolutely terrible!”

The guard leader's body trembled slightly. He was shocked by Hou Xibai's elusive assassination method. To this day, whenever he thinks of that sword, he still feels as if death is coming, unstoppable, and no matter how hard he struggles, it will be the end of death.

A cold light flashed in Xie Hui's eyes, confirming the guess in his heart. His face was extremely cold, and a ruthless look rose in his eyes as he said bitterly.

"Butian Pavilion, shadow assassin Yang Xuyan!"

"Okay! Okay! Okay! The Demon Sect actually dares to assassinate my son, Xie Hui. Do you really think Duzunbao is easy to bully?"

The true energy in Xie Hui's body surged, and the floor tiles under his feet turned into powder. His internal energy was deep and pure. He was worthy of being the leader of a great force, and he indeed had extraordinary strength.

When Song Yuhua heard the name of Shadow Assassin Yang Xuyan, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned. There were ripples in her eyes, and a thought vaguely emerged in her heart.

"Could it be Mr. Hou who did it!"

For some reason, Song Yuhua's mind came to Hou Xibai's otherworldly figure, and he determined that Xie Wenlong's assassination was related to Hou Xibai.

Shadow assassin Yang Xuyan is a rising star in the Demon Sect in recent years. He is also a disciple of the evil king Shi Zhixuan. He is a descendant of Butian Pavilion. He is proficient in assassination, powerful and secretive. He has assassinated many powerful figures, making him famous!

"Yang Xuyan tried to assassinate Wenlong, but you really couldn't resist him. No wonder you!"

When the guards heard this, they felt happy. Before they could rejoice, they were sent to hell by Xie Hui's next words, and their hearts were extremely cold.

"However, I only have one son, Wen Long. He is dead, but you are still alive. He is alone underground and will inevitably be lonely. Please go down together to accompany him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Hui's body swayed and split into eight parts. He turned his hand into a palm and slammed it down, landing on the top door of the eight guards. When he spat out the power of his palm, the guards' bodies trembled and they all fell to the ground. Death.

"Carry it down, they will be loyal to the young master and give him a generous burial!"

Xie Hui was extremely indifferent, his eyes were cold and cold. He looked at the blood on the ground without any emotion, as if these eight lives were worthless in his eyes, showing his true character of a hero.

Song Yuhua watched coldly as his father-in-law killed the eight guards. He did not turn pale with fear, but acted extremely calm and indifferent.

Xie Hui then turned to look at Song Yuhua with a cold expression and said in a deep voice.

"Wenlong is dead. Yuhua, after you finish taking care of his affairs, you can stay or leave as you like!"

After Xie Hui said this, he let out a long sigh. In an instant, he became more than ten years older. His straight back suddenly became rickety, as if there was a lifeless energy in his body.

Song Yuhua nodded. She and Xie Wenlong did not have any feelings. She was still Yunying's virgin. Xie Hui knew this well, so he said so.

"I will not leave Duzun Castle!"

Song Yuhua had already made up her mind and said categorically to Xie Hui. With a firm look on her face, she stood up and left the main hall and returned to her small building.

Xie Hui showed a look of surprise, with a bit of relief in his eyes. This was the only good news he heard today. Song Yuhua was willing to keep the festival for Xie Wenlong, which couldn't be better.

Song Yuhua sat in front of the window on the second floor, looking up at the bright jade plate in the night sky. The cold silver glow fell like a silver gauze covering the earth. It was holy. Song Yuhua silently thought about her thoughts.

Xie Wenlong died and she became a widow. She felt no sadness in her heart. She was even relieved. She felt relaxed as never before. From now on, as long as she was willing to keep her integrity, even the Song clan and Duzunbao could no longer restrain her. freedom, which is why she is determined to stay in Duzun Castle.

Song Yuhua was in a daze, staring at the moon in a daze. Hou Xibai rang in his heart and murmured.

"Did you do it?"

"I really want to see how you can paint me. Is it as beautiful as your junior sister?"

Outside Chengdu, in the barren mountains, a bonfire was lit. The flames danced, illuminating a few feet in radius, dispelling the darkness and cold. Hou Xibai held a branch in his hand with a pheasant on it, and kept turning it. , Hou Xibai sprinkles some spices from time to time, the golden skin, the sizzling oil, exudes an amazing aroma, making people salivate.

Hou Xibai was still wearing the black brocade robe he had worn when he committed the crime. He took a hard bite of the roasted pheasant, which was sizzling with oil. His mouth was filled with aroma. Delicious food can make people happy the most. A faint smile appeared on his face. smile.

Hou Xibai thought secretly while nibbling the delicious food he had carefully baked.

"This time, I imitated Butian Pavilion's martial arts, followed the unlucky Yang Xuyan's style, and assassinated Xie Wenlong. This should give Song Yuhua a little more freedom!"

"I really do good deeds without leaving a name. This kid Yang Xuyan is going to become famous now. Assassinating the heir of Duzun Castle will definitely make him famous for a while!"

Hou Xibai shamelessly used Yang Xuyan's identity and offended Duzunbao. He simply stirred up a hornet's nest. It was enough for Yang Xuyan to drink a pot. Even Shi Zhixuan needed to come forward to settle the matter. Otherwise, just relying on Yang Xuyan's current martial arts skills are very likely to capsize.

Hou Xibai's acting style can be said to have inherited Shi Zhixuan's style. He always used a small vest to commit crimes. Even if the matter failed, it had nothing to do with him, Hou Xibai.

Even if Hou Xibai is traced, he has nothing to do with Master Fahai of Dashi Temple. He is a rising star in Zen Buddhism and is compassionate. How can he kill people and set fire!