The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

The place where He Jiuqing is located is not a residential house on the bank, but on the seemingly vast water surface along the Baqiao River.

A Jiangting small building can only be seen if you walk in according to a certain strange direction to break the spell.

Long willows are planted all over the five-mile long embankment of the Baqiao, and there are thousands of willow trees without signs.If there is no one to lead the way, even if you know how to enter, you will not be able to find the entrance, so Gu Jinxiao waited for Zhong Qing for 5 minutes.

Gu Jinxiao's brows were calm, she said she was waiting for Zhong Qing, but she seemed to be thinking about something during this time.

No, it should be said that he has been in this state since He Jiuqing suddenly appeared, and then disappeared suddenly.

Zhong Qing watched Gu Xiangzhi pick off a willow leaf, facing the misty Bahe River at dusk, but did not move for a long time.

Although this person is standing here, right in front of his eyes, he forms a world of his own, separated by thousands of miles, no one can get close to him.

Zhong Qing didn't urge to ask, but just read in a soft voice and calmly: "The misty trees on the Baling Bridge, the scenery is exhausted. Every year, the willows are beautiful, and Baling hurts. If we come a month earlier, we can see the wind and snow on the Ba Bridge. It's beautiful."

"You want to see?"

Gu Jinxiao's brows and eyelashes did not move, she gently opened the willow leaves in her hands, and the slender willow leaves flew up without any wind, circled around them, and slowly flew away.

Where the willow leaf flew over, the willow branches swayed gently, as if there was a clear soft light looming, flying all over the sky.

Naturally, there are no catkins flying in midsummer, but there is snow condensed by water vapor.

A steady stream of snow comes from the river, and the snow paves a road leading to the river. At the end of the road, there is a small Jiangting building, and the surroundings seem to be full of snow-white flowers.

Gu Jinxiao walked straight on that road, as if looking at Tingzhou looming behind the snow, but her eyes were quiet and empty.

Zhong Qing kept up and looked at the flying snow caused by alchemy. He seemed to smile, and said softly: "This time, the Baqiao wind and snow is really snowing. It is really beautiful."

"En." Gu Jinxiao responded softly, keeping her footsteps at a set pace, neither fast nor slow.

Previously in Lin'an, whether it was West Lake Xiaozhu or Lingyin Tea Garden, He Jiuqing had not made any special defenses, but now he set up the entrance so concealed.

What is behind the snow that covers the sky and the sun is not beautiful scenery, but murderous intent.

Once someone tries to enter, it will remind the people inside to find out immediately, and decide whether to fight or avoid in advance.

Including the site selection facing water on all sides, it is also a very convenient place to hide.

Does such a careful arrangement mean that the people inside are starting to feel powerless.

Along the way, the bridge road paved with flying snow behind them was annihilated inch by inch, until they set foot on the land of Tingzhou.

Gu Jinxiao looked up and found that the white ones on Tingzhou were not flowers, but willow trees with real catkins.

Zhong Qing's voice was cold, and he said quite calmly: "He still has leisure and elegance, and he lives in a place that this kind of person can't imagine. It's not enough to see the catkins and snow for more than a month, and even the place where he lives is maintained by magic. .He likes white so much, and planting some pear blossoms, sophora japonica, orchids, doesn't it also fit his status as a Crane Immortal?"

Gu Jinxiao looked at the catkins quietly, and said calmly, "The flowers you mentioned are very fragrant."

"Yes, ordinary white flowers are very fragrant. But the scent of white oleander flowers is more special. If it were me, I would plant all oleanders. This flower is poisonous, so you can only look at it from a distance."

Gu Jinxiao regained consciousness, looked deeply at the Tang Feng courtyard, paused, and then walked in.

Stepping into the courtyard, two boys with green clothes and white hair came out to welcome them.With a neat croissant braid and a bun, his big dark brown eyes blinked, and he was not afraid to bow his hands and say hello in a childish voice.

"Hi, my husband said that it's not convenient for him to welcome you in person, so please come in by yourself."

Gu Jinxiao nodded: "Thank you."

The boy with Baotou tilted his head: "Sister, you are so pretty, you look like Brother Ah Tian."

Zhong Qing laughed softly, stretched out his fingers and casually flicked another boy's shofar braid, and said lazily: "The willow tree transforms into shape? He's really easy, why didn't you find out, your husband and I are born like Very similar."

When the little boy saw him, he was confused at first, then he seemed frightened and stood still.

Gu Jinxiao looked back at him.

The lazy and evil spirit in Zhong Qing's eyebrows disappeared with the wave of his eyes, he coughed twice, nodded the child's head rather innocently, blinked and said innocently: "What are you afraid of, Mo Mei is not a vegetarian."

After speaking, he immediately followed up in two steps, walking side by side with Gu Xiangzhi with his hands behind his back.

The shofar braided boy opened his eyes wide and clear, clenched his teeth, trembling with force, patted his chest in shock, and breathed a sigh of relief, but still mustered up the courage to run to the front and lead the way for Gu Xiangzhi.

Just walking, suddenly looked back at Zhong Qing, and said bravely: "You are a bad brother, you are not like my husband."

……

On the Luoshui, there are picturesque boats floating, and the sound of music and music can be heard occasionally.

The beauty of Luobin has always been when the golden wind blows away the summer, half the moon and autumn, and there are always tourists walking through it at this time.

The emperor in the white dragon fish suit also appeared in it together with his mysterious alluring beauty.

That beauty is naturally Bai Wei.

A few days ago, Bai Wei went out of the palace in order to make an agreement that A Wan, the Young Palace Master of the Coffin, would bring Situ Zheng to see her on the second day, but on the second day until sunset, neither of them came, nor did they have any questions. news brought.

Bai Wei couldn't keep her substitute Xuan'er in front of the emperor for too long, so she hurried back to the palace immediately, but immediately ordered Tingfeng Pavilion to do everything possible to track down the news of the two.

Tingfeng Pavilion soon sent back news that Situ Zheng appeared alone in Luojiao, but there was no young palace lord by his side.

Situ Zheng said that A Wan originally wanted to go with him, but suddenly said that there was something urgent to go out, and he would definitely come back as soon as possible to take him to Luoyang for Bai Wei's appointment.Who knows that since then he will never return, Situ Zheng can only wait in place.

Bai Wei had a hunch that something was wrong, and immediately ordered Situ Zheng to take Situ Zheng into Luoyang.Make an appointment to meet on Luoshui, which is today.

After confirming the time, Bai Wei's few words attracted the emperor to take the initiative to invite him to go on a trip, and changed identities with his double Xuan'er halfway.

Bai Wei's bamboo hat covered her whole body, and she walked unhurriedly all the way to a painting boat with yin and yang masks hanging on it.

Situ Zheng, who was dressed in black brocade, turned his head vigilantly, his stern eyebrows were slightly lowered, but his eyes were sharp but without the slightest brilliance.

Thin figure, pale face, the expression on the face is sparse and clean, the lip line is slightly pursed into a stubborn and cold arc.

There seems to be a heavy mist between the eyebrows, and it seems that the clouds cross the Qinling Mountains, and the snow embraces the Blue Mountains.

Even so, his demeanor is very simple, and there is no sign of indecision.

Anyone who sees him will know at the first glance that if he makes a move, it will be the same as the sword in his hand, dark and dull, thin and ordinary, and the sword will come faster than the murderous aura.

This kind of temperament usually appears most in two kinds of people.

One is the assassin killer who has been licking blood all the year round and is used to killing people.

One is the swordsman who is a master of martial arts, who is about to reach perfection but encounters a bottleneck.

Bai Wei looked at him calmly with a smile, her face was gentle and peaceful, but her eyes were full of restrained care and love.

And, when Situ Zheng saw it for the first time, there was unmistakable tears of joy in her eyes that suddenly relaxed after a long time of worrying.

On the young man who can't remember everything, only the impression of being hurt remains, it is like the warm quilt and warm soup that he suddenly encounters after a long journey in the wind and snow.

Although he didn't respond, he was as dumb as a stone, but his heart softened slightly, and even his eyes lit up a little.

"Aunt Wei." Situ Zheng's voice was low and hoarse, and as soon as he spoke, the shimmer of light was soft but dissipated, and instead gave birth to a little awe.

"Young Palace Mistress, she..."

Bai Wei nodded her head, with a trace of worry on her expression, she quickly pressed down: "I already know, you don't have to worry about A Wan's matter, her martial arts are not weak, and she is no match for an idle master. I have already ordered someone to look for it."

She stepped forward quickly, took Situ Zheng's hand, and led him to sit down together.

Bai Wei stroked his shoulder tenderly and affectionately, and stroked his hair: "Why are you getting thinner again?"

Situ Zheng lowered his head slightly and pursed his lips as hard as he could, like a lonely child who had never felt the love of his mother and didn't know how to deal with it.Even if you like it, you will just hold your fingers tightly and keep silent.

"Okay, Aunt Wei's time is limited, let's make a long story short. This time I want you to come to Beijing, I have something important, so I can only talk about it in front of you."

When it came to business, Situ Zheng looked at her seriously, without blinking.

Bai Wei said directly: "Did your master give you the ghost sword in your hand?"

Surprised, Situ Zheng nodded, with a hint of confusion and pain in his eyes.

A few months ago at Yumen Pass, he had gone to that desert manor together with Gu Xiangzhi to kill the extermination enemy for Shule of the Black Wind Department, a man with an emerald green finger in his hand.

In this way, Shule will tell the exact news of what he has seen, the ghost sword that kills people everywhere in Yumen Pass.

It was agreed that the soldiers would be divided into two groups. Gu Xiangzhi pretended to be forcibly invited to sacrifice to the noble beauty, while Situ Zheng followed secretly and provided protection at any time.

The journey was going smoothly, but Situ Zheng had already entered the desert oasis manor, and was about to enter the small garden where Gu Xiangzhi was taken.

Suddenly, he meets a contact person who is suspected to be Hua Mei.

Everyone who draws charms has a small token, which is different for each person, but the same yin and yang mask is engraved on it.It will only be shown when required to be contacted.

The other party led him to a remote yard, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just when Situ Zheng thought that Zhongji was about to return, he heard a faint voice from the hiding place.

Situ Zheng touched it, and found a man who was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, and he was wearing clothes from the snow region.

The other party was dying, but when he saw him, he was suddenly overjoyed, and gave him a handwritten letter, saying only "Go back to Xueling, it's too late", and then closed his eyes and passed away.

Situ Zheng opened the letter, and it was really urgent for him to come to Three Thousand Snow Ridge immediately when he saw the letter. If he was too late, it might lead to a catastrophe and he would regret it for the rest of his life.

The handwriting is inexplicably familiar, the address is written as disciple Situ Zheng, in the text he calls himself Master, and the signature is Situ Xin.

And, a familiar seal.

This seal and handwriting are the same as the letter from his master that Bai Wei gave him before.

After Situ Zheng lost his memory, he had little memory of his master. When he saw the letter and the words on it, his eyes suddenly filled with tears, and many scenes flashed in his mind. They were all with an old man since he was a child, and they were hiding in Tibet. The picture of being hunted down.

This shock made him disregard everything else, and immediately ran out in a daze, grabbing a fast horse and running away.

Sleepless, until Qinghai Snow Mountain.

However, the master is still dead.

Suddenly many people appeared to attack him, the master rushed out and tried his best to save him, but was seriously injured by the sword of the mysterious person who suddenly appeared.

Although they escaped by chance, the master died of his injuries.

What made Situ Zheng terrified and angry was that the sword that seriously injured his master was the ghost sword!

The ghost sword that was supposed to appear at Yumen Pass.

However, the master said: "This sword is a fake, there is only one real ghost sword, you go to someone, he will tell you how to do it. Qilin Villa Lin..."

"Qilin Villa, Lin Zhaoyue?"

The master looked stunned, nodded slowly, and looked at him with extremely complicated eyes. Those not old eyes were filled with tears, as if reluctant to part with, but also as sorry.

"A Zheng, you have suffered a lot. Master knows that you grew up with me. I have no children, and I have always treated you as my own. Don't blame Master for not protecting you well."

He felt very sad, as if he was pressing on a heavy weight. He had already thought of this person emotionally, but the memory couldn't be washed away no matter what.

"I don't blame you, don't die."

"Azheng...Ali..." Master kept calling these two names, his expression suddenly changed, as if recalling the best memory of his life.

"Who is A Li?" He lost his mind, holding back tears and asked, "I'll help you find him."

The master smiled with tears in his eyes: "He is the real ghost sword, the previous master. The most powerful swordsman in the world, and the best person."

Situ Zheng remembered what Bai Wei told him, that the sword belonged to their family, and his mother died because of it.

"Are the people you're talking about my parents?" He didn't remember anything, obviously there wasn't much grief in his heart, it was just that he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, but the tears fell down directly.

Situ Xin's expression was very complicated, hesitant to speak, and finally said: "Ah Zheng, Master never wanted to involve you. This world is too complicated. Master will not be able to tell who is good and who is bad. Listen. I said, although Bai Wei saved you, but you hid well in the school, no one knows your origin, how could you be caught by them, I always feel that there...don't trust her too much. "

Situ Zheng opened his eyes wide, and although he didn't understand in his heart, he nodded seriously: "Tu'er wrote it down."

"Also, there's Mu Junhou, that Mu Junhou... just look at his words and deeds, he is a gentleman, you can ask him for help when necessary."

Situ Xin's face showed death, but he still tried his best to say: "Gu Mo asked Gu Xiangzhi, why do they want ghost swords? You have to be careful, don't let the sword be taken by people with bad intentions. Especially alchemists who are difficult to distinguish between good and evil !"

He twitched violently, blood surged up, and dirty blood overflowed the corner of his mouth: "Go to Lin Zhaoyue! Go to Lin..."

Blood rushed towards him, and the closed door deep in Situ Zheng's heart was corroded with a hole by the blood.

Holding the still warm corpse, he finally couldn't help crying.

……

"Did the ghost sword in your hand be given to you by your master?"

Situ Zheng returned to his senses, looked at the ghost sword in his hand, raised his eyes and nodded.

Bai Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a trace of compassion in her eyes: "Aunt Wei already knows about your master. The people in Sanqian Xueling are too ruthless. When Fengge got the news, it was already too late. Fortunately, you are fine."

Situ Zheng's expression was very calm: "Does Aunt Wei know who Ali is? Or it's probably Situ Li."

"Aunt Wei came to you to talk about this matter. This matter is too dangerous. Aunt Wei didn't want to involve you, but they all came after them. You can't stay out of it no matter what. I will I will tell you everything as it is, and you decide what to do. Don’t be afraid, no matter what you decide, Aunt Wei, we will help you.”

The mist in Situ Zheng's eyes dissipated slightly, and he nodded solemnly.

Bai Wei's graceful face had a solemn expression: "Do you know what Ghost Sword is?"

Situ Zheng was puzzled, and said bluntly: "My master's sword, the master also said it was the sword of a man named Ali. Langhuan Pavilion and the people in the world say that the person who holds the ghost sword must be the best swordsman in the world. So it is The sword of the strong."

Bai Wei's eyes were firm: "That's because they didn't know it. Langhuan Pavilion knew it and didn't dare to say it. The ghost sword is not just the sword of the strong, it is a token that can command a group of people with the highest martial arts in the world. It is the most mysterious sword in the world. Organization, three thousand Xueling Tiandaoliu, the ghost sword is the sword of the master of Tiandaoliu! Everyone who wields the ghost sword is the master of Tiandaoliu."