Huafa Luoyang

Ten miles away, under the cover of the night, the boy tore off the human/skin/mask on his face, revealing the deep facial features carved by a knife.

I haven't worn a mask for a long time, and I still can't get used to it.

Xun Luo Moran, looked up at the starless and moonless sky, that's what's wrong with the Taoist, it's hard to go from extravagance to frugality.Obviously, after living with a mask for 20 years, it is already a natural thing to breathe, but if you let go of it for a while, you will actually feel disgusted with the past.

It seemed to be empty, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.Isn't that what life was like before falling off the cliff?

Too much emotion is always unhelpful.

He changed his mind and counted silently in his heart, who would be next.

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"Leader, this is the fourth one this month." Ming Qiufeng frowned, and stretched out his hand to spread the ledger in front of Fang Qin.

Fang Qin's new leader, although no one has raised any objections in terms of martial arts after Taoist Shouyin lost to him in the martial arts conference in full view, he still has to bear doubts about his actions.His plan is to clean up the scum from the rivers and lakes first, and in line with the principle of serving the people, he wants to make an appearance for the people in the martial arts world to see.

But everyone he was targeting was inexplicably obliterated before he could strike.

Although no one came out to take the credit of him as the leader, and most people also acquiesced that he did it, but there was something strange about it.

He pondered for a moment, and Ming Qiufeng suddenly said: "Leader, is there anyone who wants to surrender to you recently?"

There are many people who show kindness, but Fang Qin can't think of anyone who has the ability to not only figure out the things behind those people, but also to kill the people he wants to solve one after another under his nose, and to do so Clean and silent.He thought of Tianqing, thought for a moment, then shook his head: "It's hard to say."

It was at Wu's house at this time, even though the two met secretly in the study of the private courtyard, they couldn't guarantee complete safety.Ming Qiufeng glanced around and moved closer: "But is there someone there?"

Fang Qin frowned: "No, if Tianqing really did it, I would know that there are too many people staring at her. If it was another one, I'm afraid I would even disdain to do this. He is self-willed to the end, and I haven't done it yet. I've met him face to face, and I'm grateful that he doesn't make trouble out of nowhere."

"Tsk, don't talk about people behind their backs, doesn't the leader know that walls have ears?" A hoarse and gentle voice sounded outside the door.

Startled, Fang Qin jumped up and opened the door.

He couldn't say that he was fast, but he didn't see anything when he came out. He only saw a brocade box on the ground out of the corner of his eye.Taking advantage of Ming Qiufeng's inattention, he stretched out his hand to grab the box, and the box jumped into his hand, and he put it neatly into his sleeve again.

Ming Qiufeng took a step behind him, and when he came out, he saw the tranquility of the courtyard outside, and he was also terrified: "This is..."

Fang Qin shook his head lightly at him, gritted his teeth indiscriminately.

After Ming Qiufeng left, Fang Qin took out the small brocade box that had just been placed at the door, and opened it.Inside is still a elixir, and a small dried white plum.

The flower did not know how to preserve it. Although it lost water, it was not withered and yellow. Instead, it seemed to be standing on the branch, with a slight green in the white.

He drank the cold tea, swallowed the elixir, and suddenly felt that the zhenqi that had been scurrying in his body for the past few days was absorbed, and he felt a little more comfortable in his chest.Looking at the white plum again, he frowned.

That person's temperament is uncertain, it is really unpredictable, money, power and sex seem to be unattractive to him, if it is not for this elixir...

Although a sharp weapon is a sharp weapon, there is no weakness, but it is also very difficult to handle.

He was contemplating himself, when a soft voice came from outside the door: "Husband? Don't you want to rest?"

A trace of tenderness appeared on Fang Qin's face, and it disappeared in a flash, revealing an anxious expression.His face was uncertain for a moment, and finally settled on a gentle smile, and he went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a flowery Wu Shuiyan, holding a small cup, and handed it over with a smile: "I heard you cough twice in the room in the afternoon, so I picked loquat leaves and boiled some rock sugar."

Fang Qin's upright and handsome face was moved with restraint: "Thank you, madam." He brought her over and drank it all, and led her back to the room.

In a blink of an eye, it was August [-]th, the night of the full moon.

Xun Luo wore a black robe and sat on a gazebo in the west of Jinling City.

He hung one foot in the air, and stepped on the tile eaves with one foot bent, with his elbows resting on his knees, his wrists hanging down, and he was holding a dangling flagon.

When the wind blows, the corner of the robe flutters and makes a whirring sound.

He didn't wear a mask tonight, and he didn't know how long he sat in that position.At this time, he lowered his head, raised his arms again, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

The unsipped wine flowed down his chin, along the line of his neck, then quickly across his Adam's apple, and disappeared into his collar.

With a whoosh sound, some hidden weapon came straight at him with his five fingers grasping the wine pot, and seeing a thin white shadow flicker, Xun Luo let go of his hand abruptly.He didn't try to pick up the flagon pot when it fell, and sat still, watching the pot fall straight into a white hand with lowered eyes.

The person below who caught the wine raised his head and took a big gulp, sighing: "Good wine!"

Xun Luo didn't say anything, and threw something from below, wrapped in black cloth.Xun Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed it, the man smiled heartily and said in a hoarse voice, "Reciprocity is a courtesy."

There was a ticking sound.

The moonlight was bright, and Xun Luo saw at a glance that the cloth was still oozing liquid, it looked almost black, but it was still warm.

He grasped the tip nonchalantly and lifted the cloth to have a look.It was the second leader of the Yanhai Gang, with two dark eyes open, as if staring at him.

It was Tianqing who picked the right time to die, but he didn't want to kill the person tonight.

The people at the foot of the pavilion raised their heads, as if they were smiling.Xun Luo still lowered his eyes, looking at that fair and handsome face.

do not know.But even though he had never seen it before, the voice was very familiar.

It seemed that every time he and Zhuang Jiuyao saw Sui Yin killing someone, there was this voice.

He lifted the head in his hand, still hanging his elbows on his knees like he was grabbing the flagon just now, and said in a flat voice, "Tonight is not suitable for killing people."

"Suitable." The man smiled and narrowed his eyes, this expression reminded Xun Luo of Zhuang Jiuyao for no reason, "Every good night is suitable for killing."

Xun Luo gave a soft "Oh" and let go of it nonchalantly.The head fell, and the man turned aside, only to be caught by a not-so-tall figure.

The figure took the head in his arms, then grabbed the top and pulled it away suddenly. The whole person gasped and let out a low cry of surprise.

This voice is also familiar.Xun Luo looked at it in a little surprise, and found that the one who came out of the shadows was actually Qi Yun who had told him before.

Qi Yun looked up at him, with a flash of joy on his face, which could not be seen clearly under the moonlight.He suppressed his excitement and shouted, "Brother Xun."

Xun Luo's tone finally changed: "Brother Qi? Where have you been all these days? Didn't you go back to Qilian Mountain?"

Qi Yun took a deep breath, and before he could speak, the people beside him were already laughing: "What Qilian Mountain? He is now my Meiji's disciple, right Yun'er?"

Meiji?

Looking at Qi Yun's helpless expression, Xun Luo suddenly jumped down from the roof of the pavilion, drew his sword and went straight towards Mei Ji.

Mei Jiyong's reaction was extremely quick, with a flute lightly stroked, he immediately turned back and backed away, obviously not wanting to fight with him.Before he could stand still, he opened his mouth, with a slightly grievance in his voice: "What do you want to do? Yun'er came with me voluntarily. I haven't killed anyone for a long time because of him, right Yun'er?"

"Don't hit, don't hit!" Qi Yun hurriedly jumped into the middle of the two, still holding the head in his hand, swaying in a funny way.

He turned towards Xun Luo and said seriously, "Brother Xun, I'm fine."

Mei Ji raised her chin slightly, as if she was satisfied with his performance.

Qi Yun turned to look at him, his expression was serious, and there was a hint of accusation: "Didn't Master promise me not to hurt others? Why did you kill someone again today?"

Xun Luo frowned upon hearing this.Mei Ji was not angry, but just smiled calmly: "Didn't you hear everything clearly just now? I found the eldest brother to kill for you."

"What do you mean?" Xun Luo asked indifferently.

"It's not interesting." Mei Ji smiled, "Just for fun, I want to see if you can go back to the gate of heaven and kill the traitor, and also want to see if you are really worthy of being an assassin, and if you will do harm to the real murderer. Your people are merciful. The greatest pleasure in my life is watching others kill each other."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to touch Qi Yun's head, signaling him to stop nagging, then took a few steps forward, and said softly to Xun Luo: "Also, remind you, don't let anyone take that brass key away. It is of great use."

Xun Luo's eyebrows twitched, Mei Ji stepped forward and moved closer to him, and blew in his ear, his voice rustling softly: "I'm on your side, Xun Luo. Don't let me down. "

After he finished speaking, Qi Yun hurriedly followed, turned his head to look at Xun Luo, nodded and shook his head, as if telling him not to worry.

The two suddenly came and left suddenly.Xun Luo stood where he was, and raised his hand until the figure was out of sight.

He had been clenching his fist just now, and now he opened his fingers, revealing a dried white plum lying in the palm of his hand.The flower was stained with blood, making it whiter and whiter, and it was very eye-catching in the moonlight.

At this time, the palace of the Prince of Shu was still peaceful. Although it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, there were few people in the mansion, and it always seemed lonely.And this day is so unique that no one dares to mention whether it is a festival or not.

Zhuang Jiuyao sat on the steps, his wide robe was the same color as the moon, covering most of the steps.He took a wine glass by himself, and drank it one after another in front of the moon. The wine overflowed from his lips, and he didn't even wipe it when it touched his neck.

There was no expression on that handsome face, but the corners of the mouth and the tails of the eyes were still slightly raised.

I don't know if it's because of the pale moonlight, but his whole profile reveals an elusive coldness that makes people dare not and can't bear to bother him.

Not far away, the two stood on the porch.

Zhuang Ning'er looked at the moon and then at Zhuang Jiuyao, her face full of worry.Wei Qingcheng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pinched her shoulder. She looked back at him for a moment and sighed slightly.

Wei Qingcheng showed a comforting expression, stretched out his fingers and rubbed the center of her frowning brows.

In the unspeakable silence, a little girl suddenly ran in and said to Zhuang Ning'er, "Sister Ning'er, the prince is here."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Quan, who was beside Xiao Yuan, had brought two young eunuchs into the courtyard.Wei Qingcheng's figure flashed and hid in the dark.

Zhuang Ning'er hastily went up to meet her, and said with a salute, "Grandpa Wang, what kind of wind brought you here today?"

"You girl, you have grown taller again." Wang Quan seemed to be familiar with everyone in the Shu Palace, and reached out to touch her forehead, "Go and call your prince, the Holy Majesty wants to see him."

Zhuang Ning'er didn't realize it all at once, and blurted out "what".Over there, Zhuang Jiuyao heard it, and chuckled lightly: "What do you see me for?"

Wang Quan was startled, hurried over, bowed slightly and saluted: "This old slave has seen the prince. Prince, let's go. The Holy Majesty wants to see you because he misses you, and he is waiting in the hall."

Zhuang Jiuyao smiled again, the meaning of the smile was unclear, and asked: "The family banquet in the palace ended so early?"

"It's gone." Wang Quan replied.

Xiao Yuan has not seen his third son for three years.

Originally, the three of them rushed back from Jinling, not only because they had to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in Beijing, but also because they heard that Xiao Yuan was ill.Although the father and son will probably not meet each other, it is better to stay close just in case.

But after being back for such a long time, Xiao Yuan's illness has been procrastinating, and it seems that there is nothing serious about it, but he has not recovered.

Now he was neither too early nor too late, but he wanted to see Zhuang Jiuyao on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he couldn't figure out what it meant.

Zhuang Ning'er waited beside him in fear, fearing that Zhuang Jiuyao would resist the order, so she softly called "Prince" and gave him a wink.

Zhuang Jiuyao glanced at her, rolled his eyes, got up and flicked his sleeves: "Let's go."

"Will the prince change his robe?" Wang Quan reminded him softly, smelling the alcohol smell on his body.

Zhuang Jiuyao took a look at his own attire, muttered: "It's pretty good." Then Shi Shiran threw away the white porcelain wine glass in his hand, and urged again: "Let's go."