Miao Jiangke

Remnants of cloud and mist wrap around the top of the mountain, and the sky suddenly breaks through the abyss.

It was not as dark as Xunlong Mountain, and the sun fell at the end of the mountain to bid farewell to the setting sun. The delicate orange color drew out the infinite scenery. From a distance, under the setting sun like blood, there is a hidden sect.

—— Lushan Sword Sect.

The carriage stopped slowly, Qiu Yangui's almost ashen and desperate eyes lit up, Zuo Qingyue sighed, and retracted the hand that was about to put the little Gu worm into Qiu Yangui's palm.

"Tsk, what a pity." Zuo Qingyue flipped his hands slowly, his long sleeves fell down so that it was difficult to see the mystery, he said with a smile, "It's okay, we will have a long life in the future."

Qiu Yangui's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was dry: "...Yes."

He didn't linger, got off the carriage quickly, stretched out his hand towards the young master, Zuo Qingyue slowly opened the curtain, and stretched out his hand to hold the assassin's wrist, thin and bony.

The assassin looked pleasing to the eye, Zuo Qingyue deliberately and lightly brushed his fingers across the opponent's tiger's mouth, and someone touched the gate of life, Qiu Yangui was startled, and his wrist shook uncontrollably.

Seeing the young master's deepening smile, Qiu Yangui pursed his lips in anger and followed him with his head down.

"Qingyue, long time no see."

There was a loud and smiling voice from ahead.

Qiu Yangui raised his eyes subconsciously, the bright eyes and bright teeth in front of him, although he didn't look like a heavenly man, but the great righteousness around him was surging, and he looked like a gentleman.

Presumably this is the legendary master of the Sword Sect who "wields the sword to flatten Lu Mountain" - Qi Cheng.

Back then, there was civil strife in Jianzong, and the elders seized power. At that time, Qi Cheng was just a little-known outer disciple, who was playing with his teacher Zheng Feng.

Unexpectedly, even so, the master and the apprentice eventually became a pawn in the civil strife. Elder Zheng saved his apprentice by protecting each other with his life.

His mentor has passed away, Qi Cheng naturally will not let it go, he quelled the civil strife in Jianzong in just two years, killed his enemies and sacrificed his mentor with blood, knelt in front of his grave and vowed to live and die with Jianzong.

Sect Master Qi is humble and has a bright personality, so his reputation is naturally excellent.

There are also some rumors that don't know the truth. It is said that Tunyun Pavilion has put a lot of effort in rehabilitating Sword Sect back then...

He glanced at Young Master Zuo who was about to write "I'm not a good thing" on his face without any trace, and he lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"It's only been a month or two." Zuo Qingyue's expression didn't change, but there was a bit of relaxation between his brows, which showed that the two had a close personal relationship.

"One day without seeing each other is like three autumns." Qi Cheng looked sincere, and Zuo Qingyue gave him a serious smile.

He quickly cleared his throat, raised his hand and waved away a group of disciples, and walked towards the cabinet side by side with Zuo Qingyue.

Koi fish play in the shallow pond below the promenade.

The master didn't speak, so he could only follow silently.

Qiu Yangui stared at Zuo Qingyue's clothes, and couldn't help but think of those strange-shaped Gu worms. He was terrified, and silently fell behind two steps.

Qi Cheng, who was walking in front, glanced at the assassin from the corner of his eye seemingly casually, and whispered in surprise, "You face, where did you kidnap him?"

This person was dressed in brocade clothes, and he was also very handsome. Qi Cheng gradually became suspicious when he saw his friend's eyes, and said slowly with a "hiss", "Don't just accept me..."

He didn't say what he said later, but the look of condemnation in the shock was obviously misunderstood.

Zuo Qingyue was not in a hurry to explain, he smiled nastyly, stopped, and waved to the people behind, "Xiaoyan returns."

Qi Cheng paused when he heard this address.

Qiu Yangui had a bad intuition, but he walked over obediently, and subconsciously said, "Stop..."

When he met Qi Cheng's probing gaze, he suddenly stopped talking. The young master just said that he would call his brother when he was outside, but he didn't know...whether that counted as outside.

He didn't stay silent for too long, but he weighed it up in an instant, bowed his head obediently, "Brother."

brother?

Qi Cheng hesitated to speak, his expression was complicated: "..."

He had never heard that Qingyue had a younger brother.

Zuo Qingyue smiled happily, reached out and rubbed the back of the assassin's neck lightly, and saw the assassin pursing his lips and straightening his body as he wished, then pushed open the door in front of him with satisfaction, and laughed heartily, just listening to the clear voice pleasing to the ear.

Qi Cheng witnessed the whole process, his expression was a little subtle, he glanced at the dazed assassin, coughed lightly as a reminder, and followed.

Qiu Yan came back to his senses, frowned and hurried into the house, closing the door behind him.

"Don't think too much, it's just a newly picked little assassin." Zuo Qingyue sat down slowly, poured himself a cup of tea unceremoniously.

He did it on purpose.

As soon as Qiu Yangui stood beside him, he heard such a sentence, and he realized in an instant that the young master was teasing him again, and he clenched his fist calmly, thinking to himself.

If he fails to find out the secrets of the Blood Pavilion.

I will definitely kill him.

Thinking of this, a pastry was suddenly handed in front of him, young master Zuo followed the rule of giving a sweet date with a slap, and said with a smile, "Okay, why are you so angry."

Qiu Yangui lowered his eyes, "No subordinates."

Zuo Qingyue's smile faded, and her voice was a little dangerous, "Take it."

Qiu Yangui had no choice but to reach out and take it: "...Yes."

Qi Cheng hesitated to speak again: "..."

Qi Cheng almost didn't look at him, so he could only drink tea to cover up his expression. Even though he was a good friend for many years, he couldn't help but look at this "excellent luck" handsome assassin with sympathy.

However, the two of them have known each other for many years, it is not difficult to see that Zuo Qingyue is satisfied with this person, Qingyue has always been moody, it seems that there is nothing he cares about.

Those who can tease a few words like this must be very fond of it.

He cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Qingyue, you really are..."

"Really not." This time Zuo Qingyue denied it quite quickly, glanced at the assassin who was about to finish eating the pastry, and handed over another piece, "Commander of the Blood Pavilion, a top assassin."

Qiu Yangui took it aggrieved: "..."

Knowing that he is a top assassin, why is he still feeding like this.

Qi Cheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then his eyes lit up, staring straight at Qiu Yangui, with a bit of sourness unconsciously in his tone, "Where did you pick it up, and you will touch any good things." on..."

Zuo Qingyue raised his eyebrows, saw the fighting spirit in his eyes, and changed the subject without a trace, "No, a bad thing happened just now."

"Why did you say that?" Qi Cheng asked without doubting him.

"In front of your Sword Sect's gate, at the foot of Xunlong Mountain, someone ambushed me." Zuo Qingyue casually played with the silver bell on his waist, and said somewhat suggestively, "If the rotten roots are not eradicated, there may be life."

There are only a handful of people who can hide it from Jianzong, but currently several parties are in a state of check and balance, that means someone in Jianzong deliberately concealed it.

Qi Cheng's face changed suddenly, and he held the teacup for a long time before speaking, "I'm dragging you down, I'm overtaking you..."

Zuo Qingyue raised his eyes indifferently, and Qi Cheng, who was watching, closed his voice resentfully, and touched his nose, "...just say what you can use for me."

"Don't worry, I won't forget." Zuo Qingyue turned into a smile again, "I don't trade at a loss."