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Wuyun City, Agarwood Pharmacy, basement.

When Hua Lingyu was led downstairs by the dark-faced Uncle Bai, she was a little apprehensive.

After the evening photo of the seven strings broke, Hua Lingyu was awakened from a big dream as if touched by the weeping shock when the strings collapsed. Going back, it seems that he has changed back to the Mr. Pianpian many years ago, but there have been many vicissitudes.

During this period of time, he and the people in the pharmacy looked up and looked down, but he didn't see Young Master Wuyan very much, and he didn't know who was hiding from whom. Anyway, he wandered around the other side's door at night, but when he heard the other side's door latch Xiang quickly retracted again, entangled between wanting to see and not wanting to see.

The reason why he wanted to see him was because he always felt that the four masters of the Central Plains had turned against each other, and only the son had no face, that is, it was extremely uncomfortable for Xue Zangxue to stay out of the matter. Besides, how could it be possible that there was no interference from him back then?He jumped out and got the spirit sword Broken Joan, he tore off his own qin strings, he went to provoke Guan Ruoxu, he cut off his own qin, he disappeared first!This is the culprit, besides him to vent my anger, who else can I turn to?

If he didn't want to see him, he still vaguely believed that Xue Zangxue didn't pay attention to the three of them at all. It was the three of them who caused all this, and it was only a matter of time before they got retribution.More importantly, it is obvious to all that his body has gradually recovered in the past few days. He has not improved his skills for many years, but he has improved because of his few needles and the flame lotus that he said he risked his life to find.

Inexplicably receiving Xue Zangxue's favor, Hua Lingyu, as a son educated by an orthodox family, has no way to confront Xue Zangxue stubbornly.

"Sit down, Xiaohua."

That clear spring-like voice resounded in the not-so-spacious space, and the night grass curled up in the glazed lamp gave off a pale silver light on the wall, and the man was sitting lazily behind the ebony table.

For Hua Lingyu, the most famous luthier in Central Plains martial arts, he can easily distinguish the rhythm of these four characters, but the timbre of these four characters is so special.

Not as melancholy and gloomy as Guan Ruoxu, nor as domineering and rough as Dai Xing.

The angular and slightly hoarse juvenile voice back then has long been mellowed by the scouring of time, but now it only reminds people of the lotus tea brewed in the cold running water washed gently by the ice-covered mountains.

And his dreams, the parts that he thinks are the most important don't seem to be important to him, and the whole world doesn't seem to matter to him.

No wonder I haven't been able to hear it.

Hua Lingyu stared at Xue Zangxue from a distance, it turned out that there was such a face behind the faceless mask.

The unique and indistinguishable delicate facial features of the Chilan people in Beiye, together with the wheat-colored skin of a man from the West Sea who crawled and rolled in the desert, his delicate eyebrows are flying obliquely, and his eyes with peach blossoms are half closed, like big Waking up from a dream, but the smile on the corner of his mouth is somewhat meaningful.

"My lord..." Hua Lingyu sat down and spoke slowly.

"Xue Zangxue, you can also call me Dr. Xue," Xue Zangxue stretched out a finger to deny, "There is no prince without face here."

Hua Lingyu was a little shaken, he didn't understand why this person would deny his past.He is obviously a generation of knights that countless martial arts people yearn for, and he is obviously a legendary existence in countless story books. Why should he quit at the most prosperous moment and hide in this small desert city.

"Okay, Xue Zangxue. Ruoxu, I mean Guan Ruoxu, have you really never been here?" Hua Lingyu took her fingers and began to rub them. The wound on her hand is already recovering, and she wonders if she will be able to play the piano again in the future. .

"Among the people I met in the past, you are the first to appear in Wuyun City," Xue Zangxue said slowly, tapping the dark table with his slender fingers unhurriedly, "Don't you want to tell me what happened these years? Who did you provoke again?"

"I didn't provoke you!" Hua Lingyu denied, digging her fingernails into the palm of her hand.

"The two of us came to Xihai because of an invitation, which is an invitation that meets your absolute requirements." When Hua Lingyu mentioned this invitation, his eyes lit up, "In the past few years, every year there will be a Invitations issued by the most outstanding knights in Jianghu, packed in envelopes, eight at a time, four in the Central Plains, two in the Eastern Region, one each in the West Sea and Beiye. This year, two letters from the Central Plains were given to me and Ruoxu. Escaped from Yong'an, passed through Muye, and planned to find Dai Xing to go with him, but didn't want to be ambushed when we arrived at the junction of Shiquan, Muye, and Yong'an. It didn't take long for us to get separated."

Hua Lingyu's tone became weaker as she went to the back, and it was almost like a whisper when she said she was separated.

"What does the invitation look like? What's written in it?" Xue Zangxue asked.

Hua Lingyu rubbed her hands harder, and her hands turned white and then turned red.

He is hesitant and afraid.

why?

Xue Zangxue leaned forward abruptly, his sleepless eyes were extremely bright at the moment, as if there were water patterns, which made people addicted.

Hua Lingyu didn't expect Xue Zangxue to come over suddenly, almost jumping up from the chair.

But in the end he didn't, because Xue Zangxue's arms were tightly circled on the table and he couldn't get up at all.

He was a little terrified and wanted to break free, but the true energy in his body seemed to be imprisoned by the other party, and he could not move at all with just two fingers!

At any rate, I am also a top-notch luthier in the Central Plains Wulin. These years, the four masters of the Central Plains did not have Xue Zangxue, but they also practiced diligently. I hardly missed a day of practice.The three of them, although they didn't say anything, they all had one thought in their hearts - even if the son has no face and goes out of the rivers and lakes again, he can't fall behind.

As for Hua Lingyu himself, he owns the only musical instrument in the top [-] of the weapon spectrum - a powerful weapon such as the seven-stringed evening photoqin. The changes made him create "Jie Chen", which is known as the best song in the Dream Weaving Realm once in a hundred years.

Therefore, he has always been very confident that he will add his name to the top [-] on the Caiwei Knight List in the near future.Sometimes he even has an illusion that the legend of the young master without a face will eventually be crushed into the dust by his song "Jie Chen" and never revive.

But at this moment, he understood that the illusion is always an illusion.

After so many years, he is so self-righteous and powerful that he is still as vulnerable in front of Young Master Wuyan as he was back then.

No, more than that.

If it was my own negligence that the evening photo of Qixian was cut off a few days ago, then what is the powerlessness that I am struggling to break free from the man in front of me like a mayfly shaking a tree at this moment?

The gap between himself and Young Master Wuyan is like a chasm, beyond reach.

Is this what a genius looks like?

He stared blankly at the pair of light brown eyes, which reflected the bright light like glass, showing his decadent appearance.

For a moment, all of Hua Lingyu's pride and conceit rushed to the soles of her feet with the blood, her legs were like lead, she couldn't stand, she couldn't sit, her soul was separated from her body, her body and soul were separated.

Xue Zangxue half closed his eyes, and his eyelashes drooped to cover the pair of enchanting psychedelic pupils.

"Hua Lingyu!" Xue Zangxue shouted.

Xue Zangxue's internal energy poured into Hua Lingyu's ears like a blizzard following these three words, and rushed directly into Hua Lingyu's mind with irresistible strength, and all the messy thoughts that were rampant in an instant were expelled from the brain and frozen in mid-air.

"You are you, I am me, each has its own way of life, what to compare." Xue Zangxue let go of Hua Lingyu's hand.

Hua Lingyu's spirit fluctuated between confusion and sobriety for a long time, and finally in a moment of relief, he understood this sentence and showed a grateful look.

"Like a black pig and a snow leopard, you are ugly and I am handsome, and you are weak and I am strong, incomparable, incomparable." Xue Zangxue shook his head slightly, giving a sincere and innocent smile.

Hua Lingyu nodded in confusion, and subconsciously felt that she had not spit out blood from her mouth.

"So, Xiao Hua, tell me, do I have the right to know what kind of invitation it is?" Xue Zangxue put his arms outstretched on the side of the table, tapping away from the previous rhythm, and there was a dull sound between his fingers and the table. short sound.

If Hua Lingyu was in a state of concentrating on defending against the enemy, or even just out of daily life, he would definitely be able to tell that the rhythm in Xue Zangxue's hands before was just a few days ago Hua Lingyu played it, his most proud song in so many years—— - "Resolution of dust".

But now, if this percussion that changed the rhythm is converted into a piece of music, it is clearly the first piece that was played in front of Xue Zangxue many years ago - "Crossing Flowers".

It's a pity that at this moment, the musicians who have played these two pieces of music have not fully understood the situation they are in.

"Have you ever heard of the owner of the Huangyan Ghost Burial Scythe, which ranks seventh in the Lingxi weapon spectrum?" Hua Lingyu asked.

A fiery red long scythe with an evil aura appeared in Xue Zangxue's mind. If someone pointed at the scythe and told him that it was the Huangyan Ghost Burying Scythe, he would definitely believe it.

That scythe was...

Seeing that Xue Zangxue did not answer, Hua Lingyu continued: "The Bafang card of the city lord of Huangyan City, West Sea Huangyan City, is also called the death invitation in private, because none of the people who have been there came back in the end. Everyone said it was from An invitation letter from the God of Death in hell. But so what? Is this an invitation that everyone can receive?"

"There are so many hypocrites in the world. There are many people who say that grapes are sour if they can't eat grapes. Receiving an invitation means that their identity and strength are recognized, and those who don't receive it will naturally feel jealous." Xue Zangxue nodded in agreement with this point of view.

"That's right. Even those who said at the beginning that they would never go, when they received the Bafang invitation, whoever received the invitation rushed to Huangyan City in a hurry. Even if everyone in the world told him not to go. It is impossible to stop him."

Speaking of this, Hua Lingyu's face showed the kind of enthusiasm like seeing the world's number one martial arts secret book.

"It seems that there are some pleasant contents written on the invitation."

The knuckles of the index finger rubbed against the lips, which was Xue Zangxue's curiosity.

But when he saw Hua Lingyu's slightly stalemate expression, Xue Zangxue turned a corner, swallowed the phrase "what was written on your invitation card" on his lips, and asked other questions instead: "Who received it?" The invitation? You and Guan Ruoxu, a young and promising knight? What else?"

Obviously this was something Hua Lingyu was proud of. When he spoke, Xue Zangxue almost felt that his eyes were almost blinded by the light from Hua Lingyu's face.

"Beitano invited the only female swordsman in the top [-] of the Lingxi Knights list, the current city lord of Liuguang Lingshu City, and the moon attacking knife Ling Luoyue. The Eastern Region invited the daughter of Yan Yuanqing, the owner of Youyan Island in Ningsang. Together with Xiyue Dao, Qing Gejian Yanling, also known as "Swords and Swords", and his husband, "Luomei Zhang" Qu Guming, who is "a flute breaks the falling plums."

These once innocent girls have grown up after all these years, whether married or alone.

Xue Zangxue laughed at himself, that's great, it's ridiculous that he can't even see where the light of the future lies.

"What about the Central Plains? Besides Guan Ruoxu and you, who else?"

"Dai Xing and Hua Wanjing." Hua Lingyu almost popped out the names of these two people from between her teeth, it seemed that she was really hurt, both physically and mentally.

"Oh? Since they are also invited, why stop you?"

"They said it was an appointment with no return, let me not dream," Hua Lingyu bit her lip, "but it is an invitation from all directions, Mrs. Shanghua is going to an appointment from all directions!"

"Who are you talking about?" Xue Zangxue snapped his fingers.

"Ning Shanghua from Lanwu City and his husband Yan Qiubai!" Hua Lingyu replied, "They actually received the invitation last year, but they delayed it until this year."

Xue Zangxue's pupils constricted!

Ning Shanghua? !