The seventh rule of the male god

In early spring, thousands of flowers are still cold.

I don't know how many springs it is, the storyteller in the teahouse is talking to the audience, talking about the distant past.

"It's said that Jing Yu, the owner of Riyuegui Villa, led Zhengdao to attack the Devil's Cult. The battle was brutal. Bai Zhengxi of the Bai family even invited the hidden old monsters from the world to fight against the Demon's Cult. But the leader of the Demon's Cult is also very powerful. In the end, he actually killed the old monster..."

There was a sword next to a young man in white who was drinking tea. His young face was full of longing for the world. Hearing this, he frowned and asked the storyteller, "It is said that the leader of the Demon Cult is Jiang Yunsui, the world's most powerful thief. I don't know if this is true or not?"

The storyteller stroked his beard, raised his eyes and glanced lightly at the white-clothed boy, "You have to ask Bai Xiaosheng about that, some say they are the same person, some say they are twin brothers, and some say that the leader of the Demon Cult It's so easy to guess, what is true and what is false..."

The boy in white asked again: "Did the fourth master Bai also participate in this battle? Why do I think the Bai family has not lost much in this incident, and it is still a martial arts family?"

The rest of the people also read the old man who first told the story. The old man sighed and said slowly: "The fourth son of Bai did participate in this war, and so did the Bai family, but Bai Zhengxi left most of the power in the Bai family. If Bai Zhengxi doesn't die, the Bai family can't be destroyed, and they will take advantage of this calamity to go up to the next level."

"Then why didn't Bai Zhengxi die? And he took the Fourth Young Master Bai, who was the most promising successor of the Bai family, to denounce the Devil's Cult?" This time the boy in white didn't ask any questions, but the rest of them started talking.

The white-clothed boy also looked at the storyteller old man suspiciously. The old man shook his head and said in a long voice, "Well, old man, I don't know."

"Because the leader of the Demon Cult let Bai Zhengxi go, and because Bai Luoxi went there voluntarily because he accompanied his friends."

At this time, a faint voice sounded from the door of the teahouse, with a clear tone, and everyone looked around. It was a good-looking young man with a gentle smile, like the wind in March.

The young man didn't speak again, went up to the second floor, looked around, and found that there was no vacant seat, walked up to the white-clothed boy and sat down.

The young man in white looked at him, and held the sword next to him vigilantly. The young man looked at him in a daze. He had met someone before, and he had the same reaction.

"I mean no ill will to you."

Hearing this, the boy in white rolled his eyes: "Generally, people with malicious intentions will speak like you."

Having said that, he let go of the hand holding the sword.

The young man laughed dumbfounded and poured himself a cup of tea.

After a while, seeing that he was calm and calm, the young man finally couldn't help his curiosity, and said: "Hey, is what you just said true?"

The young man took a sip of tea, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, as if he had expected it, "I have no reason to deceive others."

Seeing his appearance, the young man seemed to be very familiar with the past, and said with emotion: "The fourth master Bai must be a person who values ​​brotherhood."

"Ah……"

The young man smiled for no reason, a little bit bitterly.

The boy in white looked at the young man with some doubts and puzzlement, thought of something, and asked aloud: "I heard that he has never returned to the Bai family since that battle. Is this true?"

Hearing this, the young man recalled that red sun. He raised the sword on his father's neck, looked at Bai Zhengxi's face without any resistance, stared at it for a long time, and clenched his hands tighter and tighter, but he couldn't let go. Finally, he turned and left, never again. After going back, he nodded to the boy in white.

The boy in white saw him answering each one, although he didn't know whether it was true or not, his curiosity was ignited and he asked questions one by one.

"Yuegui Villa was clearly not destroyed. Why did the owner disband the villa after that and never show up again?"

The young man asked back, "What do you think?"

The young man in white was asked back, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he opened his mouth to express his thoughts, "Actually, I think it must be because of psychological difficulties. Master Jing took the whole month to return to the villa for a temporary betrayal, and in the end almost no one survived the righteous way. Hearing that Master Jing is a very decent person, he must still be very guilty and blame himself."

The young man nodded, suppressing the bitterness rising in his heart, "That's right."

Between questions and answers, time gradually passed, and the red silk in the night looked like this.

The curfew has been lifted in the past few days, and every night is so lively, Fourth Young Master Bai turns the cold teacup and looks down at the night scene.

Suddenly, a white figure flashed in his sight, and Bai Luoxi was startled, put down the teacup abruptly, supported the window with one hand, turned over and flew out quickly.

The boy in white opened his eyes wide in surprise, never expecting that the person he was chatting with just now was actually a martial arts master.

"Hero, don't go—"

The young man let out a cry of surprise, and imitated Bai Si's movements and chased after him. His lightness kung fu is pretty good, although it's not as good as Bai Luoxi's, it's still quite good.

His heart was pounding, and suddenly there was no trace in front of him. Bai Luoxi stopped, looked around, and frowned, "Come out, I know you're still here."

Surrounded by silence, a sparrow flew by and stayed.

"Jiang Yunsui, you are a fucking coward! You are a bastard! After disappearing for so many years, even if you reappeared, you dare not see us again? This is not like your style, you are really going back as you live!"

Bai Luoxi frowned, his eyes were full of loneliness, but he spoke coldly, with a sarcastic voice.

There was still no sound, but suddenly there was a rustling sound behind him, and he turned around and looked sharply—it was the boy in white just now.

Somewhat disappointed, Fourth Young Master Bai asked, "Why are you here?"

The young man smiled, and his smile was bright and beautiful, "The important thing is not how I came here, what is important is, hero, what is your name? My name is Su Heng..."

"My name is Bai Luoxi."

Fourth Young Master Bai interrupted him, and left after speaking, completely ignoring the person behind him who was completely shocked to petrification.

Fourth Young Master Bai opened his right hand as he walked, on which was a crumpled piece of paper, his eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was complicated.

——Luoxi, Yuegui Mountain Villa and Demon Cult have disappeared in the rivers and lakes. I went to Wangchen Valley once. The current owner of the valley is someone you know and I know. I will go to many places to find myself.

——Everything, for me, for you, for Yu Yunsui, is the best ending.

It was indeed Jiang Yunsui just now, but Jing Yu was beside him.

Everyone said that the fourth young master Bai was actually a very gentle person.

Only he himself knows that in fact, he just doesn't have that courage.

Don't have the courage to face all endings.

On the other side, the long streets and alleys are gradually brightening up, and figures of one white and one green are talking.

The black skylark was embroidered on the corner of the white-clothed man's clothes, his thin lips were pursed lightly, his expression was as cold as the first snow, but a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes faintly glowed crimson.

The man in white looked at the light-colored sky in the distance, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps, and said to the man in green beside him: "When we get here, we should go where we want to go."

Hearing this, Jing Yu also stopped in her tracks, lowered her head slightly, and raised a gentle smile for a long time, somewhat helpless and somewhat melancholy, "...OK."

After a pause, Jing Yu turned sideways to look at Shen Biyang's cold face, which was both familiar and unfamiliar, and he asked in a distant yet gentle tone: "Where is the owner of the valley going?"

The man in white caressed his sleeves, his eyes were condensed, he looked at the far north, his thoughts suddenly became a little dazed, his words were like ice, and his voice was clear——

"Customs."

That scene was about the romantic encounter, and that time was about the parting of the mountain of corpses in the sea of ​​blood.

I heard that the snow outside the pass is beautiful.

If you are free, I will take you to see the snow outside the pass.

The man in white touched the small porcelain bottle around his neck, which was half the ashes of a person.

He didn't know who that person was.I don't know what agreement was made.There is a very distant picture in my mind, in the haze is the drooping brows and eyes of the young man under the eaves, clear and cold, with suspenseful brows.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes were slightly frosty, slightly complicated and astringent.

He says--

"...Didn't you say that the snow outside the pass is beautiful? Then let me take you to see the snow outside the pass, okay?"