The rivers and lakes can't stand it

Yue Mijin stood under the moonlight, with nothing on his back and waist.

A swordsman without a sword is like a beast whose sharp teeth have been pulled out, no matter how fierce it is, it is not without room for change.

Hei Fenghuang couldn't help but quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Yue Mijin just looked at her quietly, as if he could see her heart. Hei Fenghuang's cheeks were slightly pink, and he felt as if he was standing naked in front of this young and handsome young man. Stay ashamed.

The people she usually dealt with had many men with obscene and evil eyes, and she never cared about it. Maybe it was the extraordinarily clean eyes that made people feel a little embarrassed because of their true feelings.

Hei Fenghuang couldn't help but looked at Yue Mijin carefully again, as if he had been stung by a bee twice in his heart, it was painful, sore and swollen, and his eyes became watery.

Although his eyebrows and eyes are clean like a child's, no one will really treat him as a child.

Before she could open her mouth, Yue Mizuo spoke first.

"I use a sword, but because most people in Jianghu use swords." Yue Mi said, "I don't just use swords to kill people."

His voice was actually very clear and bright, and his speaking speed was not too fast, but very powerful.

Hei Fenghuang's smile froze on her face before it fully appeared, her eyes widened in disbelief, she just felt as if someone was pouring a basin of cold water on her head in a world of ice and snow, and her whole body shivered suddenly.

A pair of eyes that seem to see through you are, of course, completely different from eyes that actually see through you.

Although these eyes were beautiful and clean, they really weren't something anyone would dare to look at.

The little charm that had just risen in Hei Fenghuang's heart dissipated in an instant, goose bumps all over his body, he never dared to look at him again, cold sweat had already slipped down his cheeks quietly.

Of course, she also understood the sentence about Yue Mazin.

If people in the rivers and lakes want to become famous, they will inevitably have to find another way. Even Hei Fenghuang's own fame is due to the fact that Yuanyangyue has not learned from many people. If she also practices swords, she may not be famous in the future , it has already disappeared from everyone.

People often mean competition. The more people who use swords, the more masters, the more difficult it is to become famous, and the less likely it is to be famous. Walking on the rivers and lakes, opportunism is not a bad thing, black phoenix walks the rivers and lakes For many years, of course, I will not fail to understand this truth.

Because of this, Yue Mijin's words are even more shocking, but such arrogant words are justified in his mouth.

Now she suddenly understands why everyone who sees Yue Maze only hates her parents for giving her four missing legs.

All the look on Hei Fenghuang's face dissipated, and she said in a low voice: "Are you going to kill me?" Her voice was already trembling, and it was not pleasant at all, only pitiful and helpless.

"Where are Chai Xiong and Jiu Minghou?" Yue Mi asked.

Hei Fenghuang looked at this handsome young man, but he couldn't even use his tongue in fear: "They are all dead, in the hands of Qiu Zhuoxue, he...he..."

The night seemed to completely cover Yue Maze, only half of the moonlight shone on his face, which was neither sad nor happy. After a long time, he seemed to let out a long breath.

"……take me."

He didn't look at Hei Fenghuang, nor did he ask Qiu Zhuoxue's purpose, but just followed.

Of course Hei Fenghuang dared not refuse, so he looked back from time to time, only to see Yue Mijin following behind him unhurriedly, if she was said to be like a black eagle darting through the sky, Yue Mijin was like a white crane, with her toes lightly Touching the treetops to borrow strength, it is extremely light and elegant, and its graceful, unrestrained and calmness is hard to describe.

This lightness skill is really brilliant, but Hei Fenghuang thinks it looks familiar.

seem……

It suddenly occurred to her that Qiu Zhuoxue's qinggong seemed to be the same way as she just had a quick glance.

It's just that the night is too dark, and Hei Fenghuang can't be sure. He just feels that this lightness kung fu doesn't seem to match the maze, and he doesn't know where he learned it from. Too many, she was already hurrying with all her strength, but she was like wandering in a garden, without breaking a drop of sweat.

They soon saw Jiu Minghou, his body was placed under the tree, it should be made by Qiu Zhuoxue.

Yue Mijin glanced at it, suddenly sneered, and immediately went into the wine shop.

Hei Fenghuang didn't dare to leave, so he had to follow in. Of course, the dead people inside hadn't changed in any way. If Qiu Zhuoxue was free, he would certainly help to bury them. It's a pity that there is still a life in danger to be saved. The living are more important than the dead .

Yue Mijin saw the death of each corpse clearly, and finally came to Chai Xiong.

Chai Xiong was still standing, as if trying to draw a sword, the blood line on his throat was exactly the same as that on the throats of the two sword masters he killed.

Hei Fenghuang was so tormented by the silent atmosphere that she could barely breathe, she forced a smile and said, "I don't know if Qiu Zhuoxue killed Chai Xiong, the wound on his neck is exactly the same as the wound he caused by killing, it seems Someone used his unique sword to kill him. After all... After all, he can't kill himself."

"So he still remembers." Yue Mijin said suddenly.

He remembered the autumn when he was 16 years old, at the small tea stand at the foot of the mountain, the tea leaves were boiled tasteless, and the sun was making him dizzy, Chai Xiong was competing with others, but unfortunately the other sword skill was also surprisingly bad, but it was enough Scared the boss into hiding.So he dipped his finger in some tea, and broke Chai Xiong's sword moves on the table.

At that time, Qiu Zhuoxue gently approached her face, only glanced at it, and quickly wiped it off: "Don't do that."

There was connivance and helplessness in his eyes.

But after all, this is just a trivial matter, Yue Mijin thought that he had already forgotten it, and Qiu Zhuoxue would not remember it either.

remember what?Who remembers?

Hei Fenghuang was puzzled, and couldn't help but sneak a look at Yue Mijin. She vaguely remembered that Yue Mijin was only 16 years old when he first entered the arena.It has been seven years now, and he should be 23 years old, but he is only three years younger than Qiu Zhuoxue, but he still looks like a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

Many people have become fathers at this age, otherwise they will become calm and heavy, or vulgar.But Yue Mijin hasn't changed at all, he seems to be the same young boy who held a sword and would come to him for a duel at any time.

The only thing that changed was probably the heavy sense of oppression he brought to people, which became more and more suffocating.

Maybe it's his eyes.

If a person's eyes are young and his heart is young, it will be difficult for him to age, otherwise he will age much slower than others.

"Since you didn't kill anyone." After a while, Yue Mizu said softly, "You can go."

Hei Fenghuang's eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice rolled twice in his throat, becoming extremely weird: "They...you...don't you want to know why Qiu Zhuoxue came?"

Getting more lost seemed to have heard a big joke, and the ridicule could not be concealed in his eyes.

Although his gaze was not aimed at Hei Fenghuang, Hei Fenghuang dodged subconsciously in embarrassment. Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, anyone would inevitably feel guilty. She left the wine shop as if flying away, not daring to look back.

No matter whether Qiu Zhuoxue really wants to seduce Yue Maze or not.Dark Phoenix has confirmed that this is definitely not what normal people would think!It is definitely not something that normal people can do!He can never succeed!

The candles lit by the shopkeeper were still burning, and they were about to burn out. The light in the restaurant was already not as bright as before, and it would go out after a while.

Yue Mijin still stood where he was, and the moonlight shone in through the window, like a huge knife, mercilessly cutting off the last trace left by Qiu Zhuoxue.

"I knew it seven years ago." Yue Mijin said, the sound of breathing suddenly became heavy and painful in the empty restaurant.

He has remembered.

The tea that day was originally very weak, then it became very sweet, and finally it became bitter and astringent.

Just as Yue Mijin once loved Qiu Zhuoxue so much, now he expects how much his heart will hurt.