The invincible chivalrous fragrance of the East

One Water Pavilion.There is no wind, but the light veil in front of the Buddha statue is blowing without wind, and there are bursts of muffled music in my ears.

Zhu Mingsen, dressed in fox white fur, faced the Buddhist altar, held three incense sticks, and respectfully offered them with a solemn and solemn expression.That weather-beaten face is not as handsome as the young man next to him, but it has an old mellow smell.

But his behavior is not like old wine, this point, Murong Chengshuang is very clear.

After Zhu Mingsen inserted the incense, he clasped his palms together and recited silently for a while, still looking extremely devout.

The scent of Buddha incense lingered, Zhao Jingman, who was not used to this smell, rubbed his nose lightly, still smiling.Zhao Jingman is used to this kind of smile, no matter when and where, he is [-]% sure to maintain such a gentle and harmless smile.

After the Master of Yishui Pavilion finished offering incense, he turned his head and asked the young man in the wheelchair: "Second Master Zhao, it's rare to come here, don't you want to show your respect to the god?"

After saying that, the man brought another bouquet of incense and handed it to Zhao Jingman.

Zhao Jingman smiled, did not refuse, and respectfully paid respects to the incense, and then asked cautiously: "The pavilion master is recruiting wise men this time, is there something hard to tell?"

What he was referring to was that a few days ago, Zhu Mingsen posted a post to inform the world, saying that it was a new one.

This move has aroused speculation among many people.

It is said that internal strife in Yishui Pavilion is coming, causing trouble to Xiao Qiang, so the blood has to be changed.

However, Zhu Mingsen, the owner of the water pavilion, laid his incense leisurely here, from his vicissitudes but not old face, no anxiety can be seen at all.

Zhao Jingman was about to continue asking, but Zhu Mingsen opened his mouth.

"When asking God, the offering of water, the offering of flowers, the offering of incense, and the offering of lamps are indispensable." The man said leisurely.

Zhao Jingman chose to listen to the man quietly.

"But what I lack is a Bodhisattva." Zhu Mingsen continued, but what he said was as clever as Zhao Jingman, and he was at a loss.

Seeing this, the man shook his head, waved his hands and said, "You are still not as good as your cousin."

Hearing this, Zhao Jingman lowered his head slowly, and said respectfully, "I'll step down now, Wansheng." After speaking, he pushed his wheelchair down slowly, with blue veins in his hands, and he traced the owner's face little by little. Hide sullen.

Zhu Mingsen didn't look back, he still looked at the statue and took a long breath.

Zhu Mingsen, the owner of Yishui Pavilion, no one will know what this person is thinking, so when this person utters a negative, the best countermeasure is to step back.

This point, even the rampant owner of Wanjin will not go against him.

Zhu Mingsen worshiped gods, but he didn't believe in gods. If he believed in gods, he should believe in the theory of reincarnation, but the fact is that he is bloody and full of murder debts. Such a vicious person naturally doesn't believe in gods.

What's more, he had just killed a living man not long ago.

That man was Murong Chengshuang's former subordinate.

Liuyan Village, the place where flag leaf collection must pass.Tonight, Li Mo and his master will rush to Liuyan, if all goes well.

The sky has gradually changed. Although the sky was gloomy when we set off in the afternoon, it was considered normal. Now it looks weird.

Even before dusk came, a round of moon appeared in the sky, and at the same time, pink red light rolled in the sky, leaving behind a dim Yin Hong.

When Li Mo stretched out his hand to open the curtain, a red light sprinkled on his face, he looked at the sky for a while, then pulled down the curtain to look at the person sitting on the other side.

He just wanted to speak, but found that all his words were blocked in his throat.

Because he found out that Dongfang Bubai dozed off.

Li Mo had never seen this person in front of him so undefended, except for the unexpected interruption for the first time.

Now he looked at Dongfang Bubai anxiously at this end, the man in front of him had closed his eyes at some point, his red lips were slightly parted, exhaling Ruolan, Li Mo felt his face was a little hot.

The driver driving the car outside was probably tired. Li Mo felt that the speed of the car had slowed down a bit, but it didn't matter, he liked to slow down.

In this way, he might be able to stay with Dongfang Bubai for a longer period of time.

However, things don't seem to be that simple.

The carriage stopped gradually, Li Mo poked his head out to check what happened, but saw that the coachman he had hired in front of the horse had disappeared, replaced by a strange man in black.

There was a murderous look in the man's eyes, which were hot, and collided with Li Mo's eyes.

The knife in the man's hand was still dripping with blood, and the blood on the shining knife was so dazzling.

Li Mo suddenly took a deep breath, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, "Who!"

He pretended to be strong, but was ignored by the killer. The killer glanced at the thin boy, grabbed his hair and pulled him out of the car, and threw him out.The action is clean and agile.

After being thrown hard, Li Mo felt that all the bones in his body were about to break, and a few sharp gravels scratched the bloody mouth under his body, and he rushed up in pain.But what frightened him the most was the man in the carriage.

"Ahem...Stop!" He stretched out his hand weakly on his back, but as if he was struggling for death, he didn't attract the killer's attention.

The killer pulled open the curtain.

The sleeping man closed his eyes and quietly leaned aside. At the same time, there was a fat and stupid bird sitting on his shoulder, also sleeping.

The picture is beautiful, but the killer doesn't know how to appreciate the beauty of the dying person.

Stretch out the knife in your hand, slash down through the air, white light flashes, and then, you can kill your life in an instant.

However, the next moment, the sound of the blade falling to the ground sounded.

The blood flowed out silently, very slowly, and he almost didn't know when a small hole was opened between his eyebrows.

This was the last image in his mind.The sleeping man opened his eyes, and the thin needle hidden between his fingers shot out with a sharp white light.

He will never know under whose hands he died, because the person above told him to kill was Dong Fang, and the person who killed him was Dongfang Bubai.Of course, he doesn't need to know either.

Dongfang Bubai watched the man in black fall down in front of him, sneered, and kicked the dead body out of the car. The man's body rolled on the ground for a while, and just happened to bump into Li Mo who was lying on the cold ground.

Li Mo looked at the man with a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead, his pupils dilated.

Surprise, panic, panic, worship... There are too many emotions in this heart.

Dongfang Bubai glanced at Li Mo, stepped on the horse, swung the whip in his hand, wrapped in the wind, rolled up the young man, and threw him back into the car.

"Sit down." The man said calmly, but Li Mo's heart throbbed.

He secretly looked at Dongfang Bubai's fiery red-clothed figure from behind, his eyes slowly moved from the narrow buttocks to the straight back, then to the slender neck, and then down to the buttocks.

The pain in the body and the panic in the heart seemed to be forgotten in an instant.Li Mo secretly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Dongfang Bubai drove forward, the snow on the side of the road had not completely melted, so the speed was not very fast, but he knew that the people in Yishui Pavilion probably would not be faster than him, but even if they were faster, they had to wait for him.

Because he is a guest.

Dongfang Bubai smiled, he already knew the killer's motive this time.

When the carriage stopped at Liuyan Village, a light rain began to fall from the sky.

Dongfang Bubai frowned, got off his horse, checked Li Mo in the car, and found that he was still angry, so he carried him out and handed him over to a white-haired and handsome doctor, then turned and walked away.

Jin Ying'er flew to nowhere, he folded his arms independently in front of Lang Zhong's house, he was replaying some things in his mind, but there was a sound of footsteps beside him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced and caught a glimpse of a strange handsome man who walked under the eaves without an umbrella.

Seeing this, Dongfang Bubai didn't turn his head, and remained silent, thinking that this was a passerby sheltering from the rain.

The man didn't speak, and stood beside him quietly, half paid, the oriole flew back, the fat bird didn't know why, seeing this strange man, it launched an attack, and pecked at the man violently with its red beak .The man dodged, but did not reach out to catch the bird.

Dongfang Bubai raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look in surprise, with a playful smile on his lips.

The man blocked the fat bird with one hand, and frowned, but he was not angry, as if he was helpless.

Dongfang Bubai smiled, his lips whistled crisply, and then the fat bird flapped its wings and returned to its master's shoulder.

The man showed him a grateful smile, Dongfang Bubai was indifferent, just wandering his eyes to the rain curtain outside the door, ding ding dong dong, the rain splashed from the eaves, the sound of water was clear and clear.

Dongfang Bubai is watching the rain.

And he was looking at the Eastern Invincibles.

At the same time, Li Mo, who had bandaged his wound, was also looking at the two people standing in front of the door, his face turned pale again after finally getting blood.