Clothes as before

The two followed Lan Yuyao and quickly found the Tianxing Gang's foothold.

It was a brightly lit courtyard, but in the corner where the lights couldn't reach, there seemed to be shadows of swords and figures lurking.

Fu Lingyi and the two of them stopped abruptly, and then they moved smoothly and floated to the roof without any pyrotechnics.

I saw a person come out of the room, spit out a mouthful of phlegm and said, "The third girl hasn't come back yet?"

The big man in the shadow of the corner responded, "I haven't seen it yet."

The man stretched his waist and said, "It's strange, maybe something happened?"

Someone in the room responded: "With Sanmei's vigilance, nothing will happen."

After hearing this, Fu Lingyi blurted out four words: "Murphy's Law."

"What do you mean?"

Fu Lingyi explained: "If you are worried about something happening, then it is more likely to happen."

This was said nine hundred years ago, and somehow it fits well with this kind of scene.

Chu Liuxiang understood, and obviously felt that this sentence matched the scene in front of him, he smiled and said, "It makes sense."

The conversation between the two of them didn't avoid people at all, they just chatted carelessly on the roof.

The big men who heard clearly in the yard: Please respect us, please?We are not transparent.

The big man who came out of the house earlier was so angry that he was teasing, who are these two?Come to other people's site and still chatting and laughing, please respect them, please?Why don't you hide for a while?

They didn't play cards according to common sense, the big man gritted his teeth, and began to ask routinely: "Who are you two?!"

To the outside world, Fu Lingyi was still very aloof and masculine. He stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the moonlight like water, with a light sweep of his eyes, he brought out a shuddering coldness.

"It doesn't matter who we are." Chu Liuxiang waved his folding fan and said, "The important thing is that your third girl is in our hands now."

He casually threw the lancet straight out, "You can figure it out."

As soon as the words were finished, a figure suddenly sprang out of the room, like a sword shot out, dressed in tight black clothes, with a sword in his hand, shining green.

Against the backdrop of the lights in the courtyard, the face of the man in black looked like that of a dead man, but his eyes were sharp and bright, which seemed more terrifying than his sword light.

His gaze was cold, and his eyes were shining with a cruel, beast-like green light, as if his greatest hobby in life was killing people, and the purpose of his existence was only to kill people.

Fu Lingyi looked at him deeply and said, "Central Plains is a little red?" Although his tone was questionable, he was inexplicably sure in his heart that except for the first fast sword killer, a little red, no one else could have such a temperament and eyes.

But a little red arrived much earlier than he expected.

The man in black really said: "Yes."

His voice is strange and unique, cold, deep, hoarse, and short, and it doesn't seem to come from the throat of a human being. Although the voice is low and hoarse, it has a magic power that pierces people's hearts, so that people will never say what he said Forget any of the words.

Fu Lingyi snorted, "That's right." He suddenly leaned over and smiled, "I really want to fight with you."

Zhongyuan Dianhong said coldly: "Why?"

"Have you ever heard that the king sees the king?" Probably because of the same identity and the same look in the eyes of Dianhong, Fu Lingyi has the same kind of closeness to Dianhong: "So I want to compete with you, see Let's see how powerful you are, the No. [-] killer in Jianghu."

"You will regret it." Yidianhong spoke so concisely, he never said superfluous words, even if it was only a few words.

That green and shining sword seemed to be a little colder.

Fu Lingyi curled his thin lips: "There is no one who has the ability to make me regret it." The same long sword with a cold light appeared in his palm.

The four eyes met, as if there was a burst of lightning and flint in the air.

Chu Liuxiang hurriedly stopped her and said, "Now..." Before he could say a word, Fu Lingyi suddenly swept out like light smoke.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong followed closely.

The two of them, one in front of the other, disappeared into the distant night in the blink of an eye.

Chu Liuxiang pressed his forehead, feeling very helpless. He understood Fu Lingyi's thoughts, but he really wanted to say, have you forgotten Aunt Shen Shan who was thrown in the room by us?

Chu Liuxiang smiled again when he complained lightly in his heart, but he still cared more about the battle between Fu Lingyi and Dianhong than Shen Shangu.

On the one hand, he wanted to see how amazing this legendary No. [-] fast sword in Jianghu was.

On the other hand, he wanted to see how unparalleled Fu Lingyi would be when he got serious.

Thinking of it this way, Chu Liuxiang also rushed to catch up.

The big men in the yard watched them leave one after another, and suddenly felt a little sad. It was easier for others to come to their territory than to go back to their own home. This feeling...is so embarrassing.

By the side of a quiet lake, Fu Lingyi's body suddenly stopped in the air, and then, with one foot lightly tapped on a big tree, his body turned around in a floating direction, and unexpectedly met a little red behind him.

Yidianhong's eyes were deep and deep, he did not hide or evade, the sword light danced, and stabbed three swords in an instant.

These three swords are not only sharp and quick, but the parts they stab are all critical. The little red swordsmanship may not be regarded as the pinnacle, but the fierceness and viciousness of the strikes are few people can match.

His posture of swinging the sword is also very strange, from the elbow down, it seems that he has not moved, and he just stabs the sword out with the strength of his wrist.

His wrist moved skillfully, and the sword light pierced out from his hand, like sparks bursting out, no one could see his change.

A little red sword is fierce, weird and cold.

Fu Lingyi's sword is on the contrary. His sword is not fierce and cold, but very elegant. It is clear that the sword is like lightning, and it is so fast that it is shocking. But the feeling is so light and gentle, such a sword seems to be nothing to be afraid of.

Yidianhong said in a deep voice: "What a weird sword technique." Thirteen swords were stabbed out while speaking.

Fu Lingyi's thin lips curled up: "To each other." He leaned back, avoiding the No.14 sword that was piercing his throat with a little red, and at the same time swept across with a sword style.

This style is so accurate that it can be written into the sword manual, but the kind of gentle and watery sword intent has never been heard or seen before.

Yidianhong frowned for the first time and said: "The sword is a sharp weapon for killing people. It drinks the blood of the living and is stained with the hostility of the living. You...why?"

Fu Lingyi said: "I used to think so too."

"before?"

"It was only later that I suddenly realized that in order to make a good sword, apart from steel, fire, blood, and carnage, water is also needed."

A little red is puzzled: "Water?"

Fu Lingyi held his sword horizontally, blocking the sword light coming from a little red thorn, and said lightly: "It's easy to break just now."

"It's just over Yibian." Fu Lingyi withdrew the sword abruptly. Fu Lingyi never thought that he would withdraw the sword suddenly. Throwing his sword out did not hurt a little Hong.

After throwing the sword, Fu Lingyi got up and said, "Can you concentrate? We are fighting now, shall we?"

What the hell is the sudden withdrawal of the sword?It's simply courting death.

Compared with his anger, a little red lowered his head and didn't care about his own life or death. After a while, he looked up at Fu Lingyi: "What is a sword?"

Fu Lingyi was taken aback, thought for a while and said, "A sword is a sword."

He suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What? Do you want to give the sword any special meaning? To me, the sword is just a weapon for me, so you don't have to ask me about the concept of kendo next, because I don't care about that."

His words were really straightforward, and Chu Liuxiang, who had picked up the sword, couldn't help complaining, "Should we be so direct?"

Fu Lingyi glanced at him, and immediately saw the sword Chu Liuxiang was holding. He was not polite at all, and while reaching out to take it, he said seriously: "You did a good job, go back and raise your salary."

Chu Liuxiang looked suspicious: "Are you rich?"

Fu Lingyi, who was poked at the sore spot: "...friends are gone."

"Okay, okay, it doesn't matter whether you have money or not, it's enough for me." Chu Liuxiang was amused by his expression, and he stretched out his hand to Fu Lingyi's shoulders like a brother: "Speaking of which, your sword skills are really good , especially the theory of Yi Zhe just now, it’s the first time I’ve heard someone say that.”

Fu Lingyi, who was not used to being praised, turned his head away, turned to look at Chu Liuxiang and snorted, "Of course I'm amazing, you don't need to say it."

Chu Liuxiang wanted to laugh, but before he could laugh out loud, he listened to Zhongyuan Dianhong and said, "You are indeed very powerful. Fighting with you made me understand my flaws better, and I benefited a lot, especially your insights. unique."

Fu Lingyi didn't speak, Chu Liuxiang asked: "Oh? Have you realized anything?"

A little red said: "Not really."

Chu Liuxiang was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

Yidianhong said coldly: "Just passing the Yizhe is his perception, not mine, that is not my way."

He looked at Fu Lingyi and said, "A sword is indeed just a sword. If too many meanings are given to the sword, then it's not the person holding the sword but the sword holding the person."

Fu Lingyi looked casually: "I don't know what others think of the sword. I only represent my personal opinion. The sword itself has no meaning. All its meanings are given to it by people. Protection, faith, justice... have nothing to do with the sword. What matters is the sword bearer. If you put all these things on the sword, it would be putting the cart before the horse."

A little red suddenly smiled a little: "Yes, so the sword is just a weapon for me."

Fu Lingyi also smiled: "I'm Fu Lingyi." He took Chu Liuxiang's hand off his shoulder with disgust: "This...well, the pseudonym is Zhang Xiaolin."

Chu Liuxiang stared at Fu Lingyi dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that Fu Lingyi sold himself just like that.

However, what is even more unbelievable is that Fu Lingyi actually took the initiative to say his name to Dianhong. Thinking of the scene where he made friends with Fu Lingyi back then, Chu Liuxiang felt even more complicated and sad.

How much effort he had wasted trying to know Fu Lingyi's name.

Why is it so easy to get to Zhongyuan Dianhong?

Chu Liuxiang looked at Zhongyuan Dianhong unbalanced in her heart: not as handsome as him, not as elegant as him, and not as nice as his voice...

So Chu Liuxiang became even more unbalanced.