Huafa Luoyang

When Zhuang Jiuyao and Zhuang Ning'er set off for Taihang, Xun Luo had been on the road for two days.

In the early morning when Zhuang Jiuyao and Zhuang Jiuyao left Luohua Town, by the Naluohua River, a carrier pigeon in Tianmen found him.The letter came from Tianqing, and there were three sentences on the paper with dark peony patterns.

The first sentence: "The person who ordered you to be killed privately is dead, and the civil war has started again."

The second sentence: "Don't leave Luoyang when the catkins fly."

The third sentence: "It's good to do it yourself."

What is the meaning of parting?Xun Luo had this thought uncontrollably.

In this way, he set foot on the road to Dongting alone.

Needless to say, the wind and frost along the way, although no one in Tianmen came to chase and kill him as a bastard for the time being, but he lost his internal strength, and many things were much more difficult than before.Therefore, I can't help but think of what Zhuang Jiuyao said before, if you have it and lose it, it's better to never have it like him.

What about people?Is that also the case?

Between them, is it considered possession?

Compared with the suffering of the military service, it is more difficult to keep calm because of the sudden thoughts in the mind, and these thoughts are all related to Zhuang Jiuyao.

It has been more than a month since I left Luohua. After Dongyue came, Dongting was already in front of me.

According to Tianqing's news, there is something urgent and I have to come to Dongting during the plum blossom season.There was still some time before the flowers bloomed, so he walked more slowly.

He thought that his poisonous hair would become more and more frequent, but he didn't expect that he only vomited blood twice in this month.Apart from still having no internal strength, I don't feel anything is wrong on weekdays.

Occasionally, when he touched the willow-leaf dagger, he would wonder if it was the day when he fell asleep, and Zhuang Jiuyao gave him his heart again.

On the fourth day of the winter month, he approached the land of Sanxiang. This was the first time he spent the winter soberly in the south.Sleeping in the Valley of the Medicine King last three winters, I didn't know that the damp and cold in the south is such a bitter taste, and it is actually more uncomfortable than the severe cold in the north.

I don't know if it was just like this, or because of his injuries.

He has always liked ink, and instinctively felt that it was a safe color, but before entering the city, he changed into a Zhuyue cold-proof robe, which was plain without flowers, and had sky blue inside, not flashy or beautiful, just simple.In this way, even if the face is haggard and pale, it still looks clear and bright.

It's just that some are caged by the indifferent look, and the whole person is in a cold and hard posture that does not allow anyone to get close.

Fortunately, Yueyang City was originally a place where people of all kinds mixed together, no matter how eye-catching and cold it was once they entered the city, they would be ignored.

It was already dark before entering the city that day, and he had already sold the horses ten miles away. At this moment, he was only carrying a lonely burden, holding a long sword in his hand, like a prodigal son that can be seen everywhere in the rivers and lakes. Slowly approached a ruined temple on the edge of the city.

There was a fire burning inside, and three people were already seated.

He glanced outside the temple gate, and was about to turn around and leave, but a sparse voice inside said: "Young hero, stay a step." Xun Luo paused, stepped in and put down his burden in the corner: "I'm bothering you."

"Young hero, please come forward if you don't mind." The voice said again, "It's cold."

Xun Luo said "Thank you" and went forward.One person moved a bit, giving him a space, and he sat down.A middle-aged man, a teenager, and a young man were clearly seen beside the fire.

The young man was sitting opposite him, with a clear face, but his voice could be compared: "Where did the young man come from? Are you going to Yueyang? The long sword in the young man's hand seems to have a history."

Xun Luo glanced at his side without showing any trace, there was a Yanling Saber, the scabbard was not gorgeous, but it was very unusual at a glance.He replied lightly: "I'm not some young hero, I don't know martial arts. This sword was left by my father when he was alive, let me bring it to find relatives."

"Oh." The man seemed to have no doubts about him, and said with a smile, "Then how dare I ask this brother's name? I'm in Ming Qiuyue."

Ming Qiuyue looked for Luo Sichen for a while, and felt that the name sounded familiar.The shopkeeper of Huaelou under Fang Qin who was responsible for the assassination seemed to be Ming Qiufeng.

His thoughts turned sharply, but his face was calm, he said: "Xun Luo."

Ming Qiuyue repeated the name, and smiled again: "Good name." Xun Luo carefully observed his expression, but did not see anything unusual, slightly relieved, and turned to the two people beside him: "These two are ?”

The middle-aged man said: "This is my son. We are also here to find relatives. Before we entered the city and saw it was dark, we rested here."

In fact, there are not many people who self-declared their families like Ming Qiuyue.

Xun Luo was silent, listening to the three people next to him seem to pick up the topic before he appeared, talking about the eighth murder case, and if it is not resolved, the gate of the city will be closed.

He thought for a while and asked: "Brother Ming, what are you guys talking about? This Yueyang City is not allowed to enter?"

The father and son looked at each other, but neither spoke.Ming Qiuyue said: "Brother Xun, don't you know? There have been several murders around the city during this time, and the dead have all been sucked dry of their blood. If this continues, Yueyang City may be closed."

After such a connection, Xun Luo already knew that the blood-sucking demon was probably Song Qiao, but he didn't know why the demon sword brought him to Yueyang.But Tianqing obviously knew the reason, but she couldn't explain it to herself, and only left a poem to lead the way.

Ming Qiuyue said again: "People in the Jianghu rumored that the monk Huiming who went crazy 15 years ago did it. Although the government has kept this matter under wraps, people who know it are still panicked. Now there are many rangers gathered in Yueyang City. They all came here to catch that vampire demon, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if it is solved, it will definitely be famous in the Jianghu."

No wonder he asked that way just now, Xun Luo thought, thinking that he saw his black iron sword, and thought he was targeting some kind of demon.

What did he think of, with a slight doubt in his tone: "Monk Huiming?"

"Brother Xun may not know about our martial arts affairs." Ming Qiuyue didn't know whether it was intentional or not, she ignored the wink from the middle-aged man next to her, and said, "Have you heard of the Luoyang dealer?"

"I heard from my father." Xun Luo nodded, thinking of Zhuang Ning'er's vivid face, and thinking of Zhuang Jiuyao again, feeling a little melancholy, "I heard that the family is from a family who practiced both medicine and martial arts. The head of the family, Zhuang Yi Le was kind and generous, but suddenly disappeared 15 years ago."

Ming Qiuyue shook her head, with regret on her face, and lowered her voice: "What disappeared? The family was wiped out. At that time, monk Huiming went crazy. I heard that he asked Mr. Zhuang Yizhuang for help. He lived in Zhuang's house for a month, and his mania has improved. , but I don’t know why he went crazy again, disappeared, and the dealer disappeared.”

Xun Luo gasped in feigning surprise, and asked, "Brother Ming, you mean that monk Huiming killed his benefactor's family?"

The middle-aged man on the side finally couldn't help it anymore, and said: "Tell me less, it's getting late, it's time to rest." As he spoke, he laid the straw under his body.Ming Qiuyue glanced at him, nodded to Xun Luo, and mouthed: "I'm afraid it is."

After a while of silence, Ming Qiuyue said softly, "Go to sleep."

Xun Luo nodded, and saw Ming Qiuyue leaning against the pillar behind him, picked up the sword and took two steps, and leaned against the lower end of the high platform for worshiping Buddha in the temple.Hugging the burden into his arms, he closed his eyes as well.

After a while, the long breathing of several people could be heard.

The flames jumped, Xun Luo took out the willow-leaf dagger from his arms, felt the coldness of the scabbard in the night, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Therefore, when the accident happened suddenly, he was the first to notice it.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the silence, Xun Luo suddenly sat up straight.The footsteps of the visitor were very heavy, walking at a leisurely pace, not like a thief, but Xun Luo still felt that something was wrong, he groped for a stone from the ground, and was about to throw it at Ming Qiuyue to wake him up.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and just as he was about to move, there was a very light sound from Ming Qiuyue.He threw away the stone in his hand and called softly, "Brother Ming?"

Ming Qiuyue responded, and listened carefully for a while, then suddenly pulled out the Yanling Saber, slashed at it, extinguished the fire on the ground, and hurriedly went to wake up the middle-aged man: "Brother! Get up!"

Xun Luo was startled, before he could make a sound, the middle-aged man had already lifted the back of his son's neck.As soon as the front foot tore the person away, there was a knife on the back foot, and it plunged aggressively into the straw pile that the boy was lying on just now.

Passed by.

It's not clear in the night, but Xun Luo has already felt the murderous aura, different from the anger or hatred seen before, all kinds of emotions lose their meaning at this moment, the murderous aura is only cold, nothing else.

It was almost like killing for the sake of killing.

Demon swords danced wildly, and Song Qiao stood in front of the temple gate, blocking the only way to escape.Ming Qiuyue reacted quickly, she had already raised the knife, and in the darkness, only the clanging and clanging of weapons could be heard.

The father and son next to him both used long halberds and rushed up immediately.

A three-on-one situation.Gradually getting used to the darkness in front of him, Xun Luo was out of the battle, but he also knew that the three of them would not last long.Moreover, he discovered that Ming Qiuyue wields the saber with her left hand, and that method seems to have some shadows of the Ping Ning School, and is somewhat similar to the Shangzhen School.

It's a somewhat subtle character.

He saw the scene clearly now, but he was powerless in everything he did. During the fight, Song Qiao seemed to have discovered him who was alone, and the demon knife suddenly pulled out of the battle, and it came right in front of his eyes.He could see clearly, but the speed of dodging was definitely not as fast as the blade.

Seeing that the knife was about to cut into his chest, he pulled him hard with one hand, and the two knives collided violently in the air, sending out a burst of silver sparks.

Ming Qiuyue took a few steps back in a hurry, supported Xun Luo to stand firm, muttered "You really don't know martial arts", and rushed up again.

Although it was a critical moment, his voice was still steady, with a hint of complaint, a little childish.Xun Luo then said: "I told you, no, but if I try again, I will be killed by someone else's sword."

There was a low smile on the other side, obviously hearing the answer, but he couldn't separate his mind to talk to him.

Originally, Xun Luo was the one that was most likely to be attacked, but Ming Qiuyue stood between Yaodao and Xun Luo several times, forcibly distributing Xun Luo's pressure.The martial arts of the father and son over there were not as good as Ming Qiuyue's, and gradually they couldn't hold on.

After a few moves, the middle-aged man tried his best to push away the demon knife that almost fell on his son's head, and suddenly roared, the halberd that was originally facing Song Bridge was pointed at Xun Luo.The long halberd nailed into the pillar beside Xun Luo with a ding, immediately cutting off his possible escape route.

No one in the field seemed to react, the middle-aged man had already flew to Xun Luo's side, grabbed his arm and threw it with all his might.

He wanted to swing him towards Song Qiao.

Xun Luo Dianguang Flint had already understood that Song Qiao's demon knife was probably hungry and sucked his own blood, maybe it would be able to get the three of them back to life.

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