Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

When it comes to Tsing Yi Building, most people's first impressions are the same.

This is a killer group.

The second is the Jianghu gang.

As for why there are such rumors?

First of all, because the Tsing Yi Building is not just one building, there are [-] buildings in the same building, and each building has [-] people, which add up to a very powerful organization, and it is also the Tsing Yi building that is widely circulated among the people in the world. building.

But just like this, it is unavoidable to be clichéd. After all, there are still similar forces throughout the ages, so the mysterious owner of Tsing Yi Building came up with a way.

what way?

Tsing Yi.

Everyone in Tsing Yi Building wears Tsing Yi.

This has become a very good means of publicity.

Speaking of Tsing Yi, one thinks of Tsing Yi Building, seeing people in Tsing Yi, one thinks of Tsing Yi Building, so Tsing Yi Building is everywhere.

And this also creates an unnoticed blind spot, that is, because the image is too vivid, so take off the Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi Lou can be anyone.

Originally born as an assassin, it was a breeze for Tsing Yi Lou with this characteristic to pretend to be other assassin organizations.

There is no need for Ji Xianjun to say more, and there is no need for Yuan Suiyun to bother to explain, there are only the two of them present, and the two of them know each other better than all words.

Yuan Suiyun shook his head and said: "I didn't expect that Tsing Yi Lou would join hands with another force to deal with mere mere subordinates."

"Don't underestimate yourself. You had a good idea before. It is true that you are born with excellence. If it weren't for those eyes that drag you down, you would have no one in a million."

After Ji Xianjun finished speaking, Yuan Suiyun sighed and said with a smile: "But I'm still not as good as you."

Ji Xianjun didn't open his mouth, but he didn't need to speak. Judging from his behavior and handling of things, this is an iron-clad fact, and there is no need to repeat it again and again.

Yuan Suiyun also felt that he had humbled himself for too many times and his mood had fallen from the bottom, so he pondered for a moment, and the center of his eyes gathered an extraordinary look again.

He is not as good as Ji Xianjun, but there are more people than him.

In just a short period of time, the arrogant Batman learned how to adjust his mentality in the hands of Ji Xianjun, so that he would not misunderstand that the heights are too cold as before, and he would not fall into the trap because of encountering an outstanding existence that he could not match. , stepping timidly in front of the high mountains and deep cliffs.

It's still very unfamiliar, but it's a sign of things getting better.

Ji Xianjun took all this into his eyes, but his temperament was neither happy nor sad, and his mood was smooth and unmarked, as if he had long been detached.

This is the very troublesome situation of the system all along. Fortunately, this time it doesn't need to deliberately jump out to seek death. Ji Xianjun himself has not been in this state for a long time, and he quickly returned to the appearance that a "mortal" should have.

Yellow soup was burning in the small stove on the table, and a pot of tea was put down on the stove early in the morning. The fire in the small red clay stove was only scattered after being burned, but it was decorated with bamboo cages around, and the bright lights emitted a soft halo through the white paper. So this table of "banquet guests" is not simple, with candles and bright moon as companions, it is just as elegant as the reading population.

"In this situation, it would be a waste of beautiful scenery to talk about fighting and killing, but even if I want to say this, the moon is not full above my head, the stars are not dense, and the wild maple is red in layers, and the eyes are dark, don't we Time to go home?"

Ji Xianjun pondered for a while, and decided not to continue drinking against the autumn wind, although when the sky was dark, the sunset covered the sky with red clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the maple trees, which really set off the leaves without flowers, rather than the clusters of flowers.

Pieces of red leaves are as bright as fire, breaking into the field of vision abruptly, and burning blazingly since then, and there will never be a dark time in memory.

Thinking of this, he looked at the top of his head. There were countless maple red dots on the luxuriant tree crown, but now he couldn't see anything.

Hearing Ji Xianjun's words, Yuan Suiyun said softly: "The weather doesn't wait, just come earlier next time. Speaking of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which one do you have research on?"

It's not a clever way to change the subject, but Ji Xianjun is not so tired that he doesn't even give face. Even if he walks away like this, he has done a lot to Yuan Suiyun.

Ji Xianjun glanced at him lightly, and said in a playful tone, "Do you want to find a place here?"

Yuan Suiyun heard the words but smiled and said nothing.

"Unfortunately, general rules are not good. Are you satisfied this time?"

Ji Xianjun said that he knew how to do it, but he was not proficient in it, so Yuan Suiyun even felt unreal.

Because this person gives the impression that he is omnipotent, even before Yuan Suiyun opened his mouth, he didn't have much confidence that the other party's answer would meet his expectations, so one can imagine how shocked he would be when his imagination came true.

No matter how narcissistic Ji Xianjun is, he doesn't think it's enjoyable to be stared at by someone with wide eyes, but after thinking about it, the smile on his lips suddenly changed.

"You look very confident."

Yuan Suiyun came back to his senses all of a sudden, tidied up his sleeves to pretend to be a cover-up, and when he calmed down, his handsome and handsome appearance showed a particularly brilliant look, and there was an invisible pride in his energetic eyes.

"I'm not talented, but Yu Qinzhi has dabbled a little bit." Mingming was very excited but suppressed it, so that his voice was slightly hoarse.

Ji Xianjun didn't think it was funny, but she became patient inexplicably, and waved her hand, "Go, go, I'm going to be a leisurely guest, but you just want to disturb me." It sounded impatient, with a funny face, clearly It was a joke that wasn't even a complaint.

Yuan Suiyun couldn't help smiling knowingly, and he didn't make him wait long before returning with a piano in his arms, and then simply cleaned up the table and put the piano on it.

With the light of the candlelight, Ji Xianjun could clearly see the appearance of this piano.

The body of the piano is slightly curved, and the surface has broken lines like running water.

Ji Xianjun slightly raised his eyebrows, once again seeing Yuan Suiyun's skill in manpower and material resources.

"The violin is good."

But even if he is satisfied, he is not easy to praise others, and a single good sentence is enough to make people excited.

Yuan Suiyun's understanding of him was not as good as his former courtiers, but even so, there was an inconspicuous fluctuation in the dignified young master Yuan's heart.

When the slender fingertips draw a horizontal string, it seems to touch thousands of rivers and mountains, the light and shadow of the bamboo forest, and the ringing of the bell comes from afar.

Today's state is as good as a god's help, Yuan Suiyun thinks back to the past to entertain himself, it seems that he has never been so devoted to himself.

Realizing this rare, can not help but become more fascinated.

The piano sounds again and again, and the tune is unknown, but the people who play it are everyone.

Ji Xianjun braced her jaw with one hand and flicked her knees with the other, unknowingly recalling the time when she sat firmly in the golden throne.

At that time, there were courtiers in the audience looking for foreign dancers, women wearing long belts, men wearing gold rings, dancing like flying into the sky.

The sound of the chime bells transformed by the self-confidence drum shakes the nine halls, far away from the eight wildernesses, and beyond the heaven and earth, all the officials and beasts bow their heads and proclaim their respect, shouting respect for the beginning of heaven and forever.

However, no matter how lively the celebration was, no one dared to mention the name of the Suzerain, it was not in awe or fear, but simply being the suzerain had long been a rule outside the world.

The people love him as they treat God, who would shout long live God?No, so for them, the fact that the Heaven-respecting suzerain is immortal is already a fact that does not need to be specially emphasized.

Thinking back to this, Ji Xianjun couldn't help being disappointed and unwilling to continue to recall, and instead concentrated on listening to the music.

The vibrato of the strings is coming, and the sound of the tune is affectionate and intentional. It seems that a roll of thick green and light-colored rain shelters is slowly unfolding in front of you.

The forest outside the pavilion is deep, and the shadows of bamboos are mottled and scattered.

When the wind comes, so does the sound.

But in the meantime, another tune suddenly joined in, looking up, he suddenly smiled.

It's a wind chime.

I don't know which traveler who came here by chance was hung on the eaves. At this time, he is enjoying himself with the forest and the wind.

From the reverberation of the melody to the scene where the music was inadvertently entered, the residual sound in the ears is pitiful. If you look at it, you will see a pair of elegantly shaped hands with white fingers and long fingers pressing on the surface of the guqin, suppressing the soul-stirring lingering sounds. .

Yuan Suiyun sighed, ignoring the extra shadows around him, and turned his head to ask him.

"Can you show me what you just wrote?"

Ji Xianjun flicked his sleeves pretending to be unintentional, and the red leaves floated towards the sky. Obviously, this distance is unlikely to be shown to him.

"It seems that it has nothing to do with you."

Yuan Suiyun sighed again, the shadows faded from the darkness, revealing a cold and silent true posture, he said: "Then don't blame me for being passive and sabotage."

Ji Xianjun smiled, but the corner of his eyes was biased against the scene that made him unhappy.

The red leaf could have jumped over the wall and flew freely to wherever it wanted to land, but this group of uninvited men in black were cold with swords, and the cold air from their weapons rushed towards the red leaf, disrupting its original flight. The line, even if it hadn't been torn apart by luck, went straight over the canopy of the maple trees, making it hard to see from his angle.

When the black-clothed killer came later, Ji Xianjun still had the same posture, but Yuan Suiyun instinctively noticed the change in the atmosphere around him.

It was as if the person was angry over a trivial matter.

From the depths of the well in the resident's yard near the inn, there suddenly sounded like a heartbeat, and the calm water surface rippled and rippled one after another. An inexplicable sense of uneasiness, between the awakened pack horse and the barking dog transfer.

The author has something to say:

Ji Xianjun used force for the first time, so it was high energy.