The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

The sun shines on the green mountains, and the three large characters of Hejian Mansion are inscribed on the white walls and blue tiles. It may be that the paint has just been repainted during the Chinese New Year, and it is still as bright as the blood that has just flowed from the sword.

A lantern was twirling in the wind, and an inauguration letter was written on the lampshade pasted with white paper.

The candles in the lanterns have not been extinguished yet, perhaps because this morning was too busy, the disciples of Hejian Mansion also forgot to extinguish them.

The number of coffins in the side hall has been increased to the fourth, and Luli also hit a pillar this morning, and the blood flowed all the way to the door, only to alert the guarding disciples.

In the rivers and lakes, swords, lights, swords and shadows, life and death are but a moment of morning dew and winter snow, today the rivers and lakes are proud, tomorrow may be an unknown grave.

The sun shone on the green robe of the man standing in the corridor. He had a stalwart body, and his long eyebrows slanted into his temples. Unfortunately, the worry in his brows made him look a little more gloomy.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and he was taking a sip.

The strong wine entered his throat, but his mood was never happy.

"Martial Nephew", Zhao Yunjian turned his head and saw Qi Yun coming towards him through the long corridor, and saluted, "Martial Uncle."

Qi Yun saw that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, smelled the smell of alcohol, and felt somewhat reproachful, "Drinking during the day, do you have a mind?"

Zhao Yunjian shook his head and said, "I have nothing to do, I just remembered some past events. At that time, I just learned swordsmanship, and the master stood in this position to watch me use the sword. The junior sister just learned to walk and was playing at the side."

"Too many people have died in Hejian Mansion these days. Senior brother and Lin Lang are our relatives, and everyone is very sad." Qi Yun patted him on the shoulder, and said in a stern tone, "But you and I are from the rivers and lakes , if there is any love or hate, you must use the three-foot green sharp edge in your hand to reciprocate! How can you be so addicted to drunkenness, procrastination, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, killing your fighting spirit, and depressing your heart... This Lingtai is no longer How can a person who is clear and decisive, and whose hands are not steady, be worthy of holding a sword?"

Zhao Yunjian has played in the world of mortals for ten years, and the people he gets along with are also martial arts prodigal sons and swordsmen, and life and death have long been commonplace.But even so, his heart seemed to be shrouded in a layer of oppressive low clouds under the clear sun.

Listening to Qi Yun's words at this moment, my heart was shocked, and I bowed my head and said, "Thank you for your teaching, uncle."

"Yunjian, you have been away from Hejian Mansion for ten years. Although senior brother has a stubborn temper, I will see senior brother standing under the corridor here every day after Chongyang Ninth Festival in the past ten years. If you meet me, how many After asking a few words, the senior brother would only say that he was looking at chrysanthemums. In fact, he is a martial artist, and he would not even look at flowers on weekdays."

The day after Chongyang, the tenth day of September, was Zhao Yunjian's birthday.

Zhao Yunjian's throat choked, and the eyes of this heroic man were already warm.

Qi Yun didn't look at him, and continued, "Song Qiao asked everyone to go to the back garden to discuss countermeasures. The Hejian Mansion has been in constant turmoil these days, and everyone has put aside the matter of Su Muhua. So many martial arts people gathered in the Hejian Mansion , It is not a long-term matter. The matter of Pei Tutou's death in Hejian Mansion has already been known to the government, and the prefect has sent someone to say that he will visit with the guard this afternoon."

Zhao Yunjian showed a look of surprise on his face, "Together with the guard? Is this going to send troops to Hejian Mansion?"

Qi Yun nodded and said, "That's right, I also think that's what he was planning. The magistrate's letter was written politely, which means that there are many martial arts people here, and so many people died. It can be a little more safe."

Zhao Yunjian said, "Master uncle accepted him?"

Qi Yun said, "I have no reason to reject him."

"Hejian Prefecture is located at..."

Qi Yun smiled wryly and said, "I don't know... Nephew, you wander the world, but I have been staying with my brother in this Hejian Mansion. The Hejian Mansion and the Moon Worship Sect have been at odds for many years. But the great witch of Miao Jiang has grown up gradually and is quite ambitious. And the dispute between me and the crown prince has never ceased... In recent years, the princes have also secretly contacted Miao Jiang. I don’t know which family this officer and soldier belongs to. This is to force us to be one Grasshopper on a rope."?

"Miaojiang and Dali are small, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. The prince of the Ning Dynasty has already fought like a red-eyed chicken, so how could he let him go?" The crisp voice was unreasonable. Domineering, it shows that the owner of the voice is also a person who is unreasonable and unforgiving.

Ren Qing'er was dressed in a delicate light-colored robe, and the intricate soft gauze embroidered with flowing patterns brushed over the stone steps, like a sentimental flower swaying on the branches.

He greeted the two of them, "Hi Daxia Qi and Zhao Daxia, you are busy trying to figure things out... Oh, no discussion... What's the big deal?"

He even smiled at Zhao Yunjian, the smile on his face was clear and sweet.

"Qing'er?" Zhao Yunjian looked a little crazy.

Qi Yun got angry when he saw him, and coughed hard, "Ren Qinger, what are you doing here?"

"Hero Qi asked me, me, I had a dream last night..." Ren Qing'er walked up to Qi Yun, looked him up and down, he was so interesting.

Qi Yun even suspected that he had a tail growing on his body, and that's why he attracted this person like watching a monkey. Ren Qing'er's hand even patted his shoulder.

Shen Sheng said, "Ren Qing'er, what does your dream have to do with me?"

"Tsk, it's still such a joke."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Yun felt vigilant, and his hand was already on his sword.Although he didn't draw the sword, but the true energy penetrated into the sword body, and the sword made the sound of dragon chant in the sheath.

Ren Qing'er turned around calmly, raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Oh? Heroes are all so courageous. I am not as good as you in martial arts and swordsmanship. I walked in front of you unarmed. Why is Qi Daxia so nervous?"

Zhao Yunjian didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, so he just watched with cold eyes.

Qi Yun listened to what Ren Qing'er said made sense, and felt that he was too sensitive.

In Hejian Mansion, in front of Zhao Yunjian and him, what kind of tricks can Ren Qinger do.As he thought so, his sword energy relaxed slightly.

Ren Qing'er sighed, and continued, "Daxia Zhao, although you and I have different positions, but in fact, this is the only thing when it comes to celebrating the festival. That incident...is not a good thing. Your good friend As for disciple, if you really care about what happened back then, you can ask him for it back, I think he is very willing to do so."

When Qi Yun heard him mention the past, his face became even more ugly, and he said angrily, "Shut up."

Ren Qing'er smiled kindly, "Okay."

At this moment, the lantern hanging from the beam of the roof suddenly fell down, and the unextinguished candle in the lantern ignited the paper lampshade, and it turned into a ball of fire in an instant.

The fireball fell to where Ren Qing'er was standing.

Although Qi Yun loosened his sword energy, his vigilance remained the same, he drew his sword without even thinking about it.

The sword light as white as snow came out from the shadow of the sun, and with a buzzing sound, the sword flower exploded.

A blue shadow pierced through Ren Qing'er's intricate gauze sleeves and hit Qi Yun's chest as fast as lightning.

The wind of the sword surged, and the red fireball turned away, and then exploded with a bang.

But Qi Yun has also fallen down.

Ren Qing'er gently blew into her empty palm, "Could it be possible that Hero Qi forgot how you fell into my hands back then? By the way, I forgot to say...thank you for the second shot for me , It’s only three things, do you think you will be deceived by me for a third time, Daxia Qi?”

Qi Yun fell to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

Ren Qing'er smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards Zhao Yunjian.

There was neither anger nor sadness on Zhao Yunjian's face, he just looked at Ren Qing'er calmly.

The moment she passed by, Ren Qing'er held Zhao Yunjian's hand.

Zhao Yunjian held it tightly, as if he had used his true energy, like iron tongs.

Ren Qing'er frowned because of the pain, probably because the place he was holding had turned blue.

"Zhao Yunjian, why are you crazy?"

There was no smile on Zhao Yunjian's face, and he was as stiff as wood, "Uncle Cai told me just now that if there is any love or hatred between people in the Jianghu, they should use the three-foot green sharp edge in their hands to express gratitude and hatred."

Ren Qing'er was overwhelmed by the expression on his face, her heart felt a little cold, but she also felt weak and wronged.

He was angry at his grievance, and said loudly, "Xiao Su asked me to pester you, and he will go to Song Qiao by himself. Don't worry, your uncle can't die, he just slept for an hour!"

Zhao Yunjian asked in a deep voice, "Is he asleep?"

"Don't worry, I don't care about his life!"

Zhao Yunjian didn't relax his hand, "That's good..."

Breathing warmly in one place, Zhao Yunjian looked at that beautiful face, and slowly put his lips on Ren Qing'er's light-colored thin lips.

Surprise turned in Ren Qing'er's eyes, looking at the heroic eyebrows that were so close at hand, she was so surprised that he forgot to struggle for a moment.

Entangled by that person's aura, Ren Qing'er's heart trembled, and this trembling spread from the bottom of his heart, even his voice began to tremble, trembling like a delicate wild flower in the wind. "You... must be crazy..."

With a very low whisper between Chase's lips, Zhao Yunjian's hand caressed his handsome cheek, "You are so pretty."

The corners of Ren Qing'er's lips moved slightly, "Pervert."

Zhao Yunjian gave a low laugh, raised his head and looked into Ren Qing'er's eyes, "You are not a good person, you are vicious and love to cause trouble, but I just can't forget it. I am a mother-in-law. It's nothing good. Then can we just leave it like this and not let go of each other?"

The wind blows away the burned lantern with only its bamboo frame left, and it lands on the other side of the wall like a paper luan with a broken string.

The faint shadows of the sun spread out on the long corridor, like fainting on the rice paper, and the ink wash has gradually faded after years, and the sharpness of the past has become soft.

Ren Qing'er's hand finally landed on Zhao Yunjian's generous shoulder.

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