ink blade

The ink blade did not hesitate, and flied across the city wall.

His eyes were bright and menacing, and he walked silently on the branches through the sometimes dense and sometimes sparse bushes in the outskirts to cover his figure.

The ink blade light kung fu is good at concealment. It has been honed for many years in the previous life, and it has already reached its peak.In addition to being [-]% careful at the moment, it was really as light as a gust of wind, and even the birds couldn't be startled.

Soon, Bai Hua and the two men in black appeared in front of them.The three of them left the road in a hurry, turned to a remote alley in the night, and stopped.

Mo Ren quietly hid next to an ancient tree, concealing his breath, and looked around cautiously.

The place is overgrown with trees and uninhabited.The weeds on the ground grew from just under the soles of the shoes to the height of the calf. When the wind blew, the leaves and grass blades swayed and rustled together, which was really scary.

Such an environment, and it happened to be such a dark night, it was really gloomy and terrifying, even if a ghost jumped out the next moment, it would not be surprising.

As a result, at the next moment, a shadow actually turned out from under the dark tree shadow in front of him, standing far away.

This figure was also wearing a thick black robe, and the cloak was so deep that the face could not be seen.

As soon as Mo Ren's nerves tightened, he heard the two men in black who brought Bai Hua take off their masks, cupped their fists forward, and said in a low voice: "I have seen Master Yan, and my brothers and sisters are escorted by the Qi envoy's order. Young Master Bai is here."

When Mo Ren heard the word "Yan", his nerves tensed up.

And the man in the black robe called "Yan Jiaozhu" turned his head and looked around, but found nothing unusual, so he said hoarsely: "Okay, you did a good job. The two of you wait aside first. I have a private conversation with Bai Hua."

When Bai Hua saw this person, his whole body visibly shook, and even his breathing became short of breath.

With a trembling right hand, he pulled off the bamboo hat and let it fall to the ground.On that beautiful face, an expression of extreme joy and excitement gradually appeared.

"Master..." Bai Hua's voice trembled into a ball, only one word, and the tone was distorted by the words.

His eyes suddenly turned red, and a layer of mist filled those seductive pupils.

The man in black finally looked at him, stepped on the long weeds, walked slowly towards Bai Hua, stood still a few steps away from him, and nodded unhurriedly.

As if encouraged, Bai Hua finally yelled out uncontrollably, the end of which was almost crying: "Master...!"

Not far away, there was a huge wave in Mo Ren's heart.

As early as the moment the black-robed man opened his mouth, he recognized that this person was Yan Luo who had fought on the high platform that day, but...

Bai Hua is... calling Yan Luo the master! ?

According to Shuijinglou, shouldn't Bai Hua——Zhong Hua be the true successor of the Wuxian Cult?

Why did Yan Luo, who was expelled by the Xuyang Sword Sect, become the "Master Yan" and Bai Hua's master?

Before he had time to think about it, he heard Yan Luo raise his head and replied, "Yes, Hua'er."

Now half of the hood of the black robe slipped off, finally revealing half of this person's face.It is no longer the sallow and mediocre facial features on the high platform that day, but the eagle-eyed and sword-like eyebrows, with sharp edges and corners, and a hostile look.

"Master..." Bai Hua raised his face, showing a tearful smile, more beautiful than spring pears in the rain.

He carefully stretched out both hands to hold Yan Luo's hand, bowed his head and kissed a piece of nail almost piously, and murmured, "Master, master, I really miss you..."

"It's been four years, you... are you okay? Hua'er is not around, I'm still used to the food and clothing in the school, but there are still things that don't have eyes that make things difficult for you? Ah, master, you seem to have lost weight..."

Bai Hua whispered while crying and laughing, and gently caressed the black-robed man's hand with his delicate hands, the attachment and admiration in his tone could be clearly seen.

But Yan Luo obviously didn't appreciate it, so he waved Bai Hua away indifferently, and said, "I'm fine, let's get down to business... What's the matter with the plan? Tell me, have you been exposed!?"

Bai Hua was treated so indifferently by his master, but he didn't care at all. He still smiled softly, raised his eyes, and whispered with a bit of sadness: "I'm sorry, master, I..."

"I'm sorry?" Yan Luo snorted coldly, and suddenly roared with anger: "I don't want to be sorry! I just want to succeed! I want Jiuzhongdian and Xuyang Sword Sect, I want Chuyan! Don't you know!?"

He paced around anxiously, then turned back immediately, gritted his teeth and said to Bai Hua, "I said, as long as this matter is successful, I will take you back home. Don't you want to go home with me, huh?"

Yan Luo took a deep breath, put one hand on Bai Hua's shoulder, and stretched out the other hand to pat his cheek, staring at the boy in white and said word by word, "——You think, you Obviously thinking about me all the time! You want to go back, don’t you? Then why don’t you do well!?”

Bai Hua drooped his eyelashes, and whispered, "It's all because Hua'er is not good enough...Master, don't be angry."

He paused, and then said softly: "The plan has gone wrong now, and Chu Yan is probably aware of it. There are too many variables in Evergreen City, and it's really not safe for the master to be here alone. Hua'er thinks..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Luo's face darkened: "What do you want?"

Bai Hua bit his lips, and said, "Hua'er wants to ask Master to go back first, to go back to southern Xinjiang."

Yan Luo suddenly changed his color. He grabbed Bai Hua's collar and laughed angrily, "You...you want me to go back to southern Xinjiang like this? Do you think the humiliation on me is not enough, so you call me One more time to run away in front of Chu Yan with your tail between your legs?"

Bai Hua tremblingly said: "No..."

"--Do you remember what I told you back then!? I said, Chu Yan of the Jiuzhong Palace is my deep-rooted enemy. I lost my martial arts, lost my future, lost my status and dignity, and became homeless in a foreign land. ...It is all thanks to him that he has fallen into such a situation of nothing!!"

The corners of Yan Luo's eyes gradually turned red, and the muscles on his face twitched, "This person, I must personally step on his head, tell him to kneel down and admit defeat, and then torture him to death, so that I can eliminate the hatred in my heart—"

"No, Master!" Bai Hua hugged his arm and shook his head eagerly, "Master will not have nothing, Master has Bai Hua, martial arts, future, status, dignity... and home, I gave you all of!"

"Master wants revenge, so Hua'er will help you get revenge."

Under the moonlight, the young man in white clothes who was as soft as petals raised his eyes, and uttered the poison-impregnated words, "Whatever you want, Hua'er will give you what Hua'er has; what Hua'er doesn't have, I will grab it for you. "

"..." Yan Luo's face stiffened slightly, his expression changed several times complicatedly, and finally he snorted uncomfortably, and pushed Bai Hua away with a flick of his sleeve.

The latter staggered a step, and posted it persistently: "Master, it's just forbearance for a while..."

"Even if Bai Hua is really exposed, so what? The poison of drunkenness, dreams and death has been planted on Chu Yan's body, and the sewage for the Sunrise Sword Sect has been poured on. The two elders of Shuijinglou who accidentally found out the true identity of the master, They were also beheaded by the master himself, even if Chu Yan and the others suspected it, there was no direct evidence!"

"What's more, Huang Tianyou, the lord of the lord's mansion, and his subordinate Qi Qian have long been on our Wuxian side. They are in the light, and we are in the dark. The master bears it patiently for another year or a half, how can he not find us?" A chance for revenge?"

Yan Luo frowned impatiently, waved his hands and said, "It's easy for you to say, but now that Chu Yan and the others have doubts, how can they let this go so easily?"

Bai Hua immediately said: "As long as Bai Hua dies in Changqing, that's fine!"

He spoke so fast, his tone was so calm, and his expression was so natural... It seemed that he was not talking about his own life at all, but was saying, "Is there no tea at home, then I can just drink plain water".

So much so that Yan Luo was stunned for a moment before realizing the meaning of this sentence.

Bai Hua smiled, his eyes were actually very clean, reflecting a bit of moonlight that just emerged from the clouds: "Once Bai Hua dies, the clues will be broken, and the master will leave the Central Plains. There are poisonous insects in the deep mountains everywhere in the huge southern border. Where can I track it down?"

Yan Luo fell silent.

After a while, he said in a low voice: "... Well, what you said makes sense. Let me ask you, if I return to southern border today, how long will I have to wait before I can take revenge?"

"At least two years, at most five years, the master's great cause is settled." Bai Hua replied affirmatively, and then he solemnly knelt down to the man in black, "Bai Hua has already prepared the person who will meet you, and he will go east in this suburb Five miles away, master, please go quickly."

"..." Yan Luo stared at him for a while, "Are you really not going with me? Are you... really going to die here?"

Bai Hua showed his face and smiled, his cheeks flushed with satisfaction: "Is the master reluctant to part with Hua'er?"

Yan Luo furrowed her eyebrows sullenly, and Bai Hua obediently put away her smile, bowed her head and said, "Yes."

In the night, his slender and beautiful figure looked a little sad and lonely.

"I was just joking... Bai Hua is supposed to be a ruthless and heartless poison, but he is lucky enough to meet his master and know the taste of love in the world. He has no regrets in this life, and the master has nothing to worry about."

The black-robed man was silent for a few more breaths. Seeing Bai Hua's composed expression, he shook his head and said in a dry voice, "If that's the case...well, it's up to you."

Behind the tree not far away, Mo Ren's eyes sank.

...and never let him go.

If this black robe is allowed to be picked up by the people from Southern Xinjiang, the consequences will be like letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

The lord has been planning for so long, and he only waits for revenge now.Now seeing a great event coming to fruition, yet allowing himself to watch all the culprits escape... This kind of thing, he can't do.

Mo Ren's hand has already clenched the hilt of the sword, and the flesh and bones of his whole body are tense to the extreme, his eyes are getting sharper and sharper, but his breathing is getting more and more slow.

shot?

Those who hold the sword will have no regrets when the sword comes out.

At this time, here, is he going to use his sword?

Bai Hua nodded slightly, a sweet smile reappeared on his face, but he said farewell words: "Hua'er bids farewell to master. When things are done, I just hope the master will not forget Hua'er."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly lowered his head again, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, although he was still smiling, he looked somewhat pitiful.

Mo Ren's finger holding the hilt of the sword did not move, and his cold eyes quickly swept across the desolate forest.

Two masters of the lord's mansion... Bai Hua, who is good at using poison... Yan Luo, whose skill is better than his...

As well as the support of the Wuxian Sect five miles away, the number of people and the martial arts are unknown.

The incident happened suddenly, and he was unable to leave detailed road signs. No matter how fast the people in the Nine Layers Palace were, they probably couldn't find it right now.

In this situation, once the sword is drawn, he will undoubtedly die.And even if life and death are put aside, he is not sure that he will exchange life with Yan Luo - the greater possibility is that the assassination fails directly and he dies here...

Suddenly, Mo Ren's thoughts whirled quickly.

He suddenly felt very strange, very absurd.

——Why, he was actually thinking about whether he would die?

Is this important?

Under such circumstances, in such a situation where a single thought is to let the tiger go back to the mountain, how did he die, whether Chenggong and Yan Luo exchanged lives or died in vain...

Is it important?

Of course it doesn't matter.

The blood that Ye Chuyan choked up because of the poison of drunkenness and dreaming flashed before his eyes again. It was bright red and warm, cooling down in the palm of his hand little by little.

At this time and here, besides using his sword with all his strength and fighting with his life, does he have any other options?

of course not.

Mo Ren's eyes calmed down, and the fingers clenched on the hilt of the sword also relaxed slightly.

Nothing is worth hesitating, right here, he wants to kill Yan Luo;

If Yan Luo couldn't be killed, he would take his life to delay. If he could delay for a moment, it would be best to wait until someone from the Nine Layers Palace came to die.

It seems that there is such a one-thousandth of an instant, and four words seem to appear in his mind.

He didn't know which four words it was, it might be "forever and ever", it might be "the lonely heart pleases you", or it might be "come and see the lonely" written by the master just a moment ago.

Mo Ren didn't know which four words it was, and he couldn't remember it until many years later.

Because of that word, an outline emerged, and before it could really take shape in his mind, it was cut off by the killer's instinct——

Sword holders should not have distracting thoughts in their minds before they draw their swords.

The author has something to say: Chu Yan is going crazy: Can you remember the blood I vomited from poisoning at a critical moment, but can’t you remember the blood I gave you (note: literally)? ?

The climax is coming, and I can finally make up for the shortcomings of the year, which is very emotional.I suddenly want to say a few words at night, so let’s take it as an advance to end the speech (don’t panic, it’s still a while before the end.

Summer ends and autumn comes, and the snow falls and melts. Next year, the spring breeze will blow open the pear blossoms outside the mountain of His Highness Jiuzhong.

Let's see the finale of this story

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...I don't mean to delay writing until next year in the real sense! !

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……at last! !Passionately ask for some pre-acquisition for the new kid next door "Slumber at Dawn"! !It’s the Dishuai CP+Future Interstellar that I’ve always wanted to write about. If I add more collections, I’ll be able to open it soon. I’ll probably call again qwq after I open the article

感谢在2020-10-1010:21:59~2020-10-1523:59:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: sunnyD, 1 Xiye;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Xiye 3; Belphegor, Ruzhou, and Blind Fish 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：emm40瓶；三开战猎萨20瓶；疏雨未歇13瓶；红泥小火炉、瞎掉的鱼10瓶；彼岸3瓶；花花大蚊子1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!