The rivers and lakes can't stand it

In the dimly lit secret room, there were only two figures.

Bu Yuan stopped Li Jiantao who was about to get up, picked up the small silver pointed scissors next to the lamp and picked it up slightly, cutting off the excessively long candle line, and the room was bright again.

The fire light shone on his no longer young face, showing a bit of vicissitudes.

"You chose Qiu Zhuoxue in the end." Li Jiantao sighed, "But we are not familiar with him after all, don't you think this move was hasty?"

Bu Yuan paused his hands, suppressed his sorrow, and said seriously: "Jian Tao, what do you think of this world?"

"How..." Li Jiantao's eyes darkened, "This rivers and lakes are a vanity fair, where the world's most ruthless and frivolous lives are."

Although the great revenge has been avenged, how can the pain of family ruin and death fade away so easily? Li Jiantao often dreams back at midnight, and he seems to still hear the gentle laughter of his beloved wife, and the childish words of his beloved son.

He was framed by his enemies back then, and no one was willing to help him. He suffered from the coldness and warmth of human feelings, and saw through the fickleness of the world.

"That's right." Bu Yuan sighed softly, "Sometimes the martial arts world becomes a philistine, and even the merchants will bow their heads and admit defeat. Then, what do you think of the Three Great Records?"

Li Jiantao said coldly: "Now that the youngest son of the Seven Star Pavilion is in charge, it's okay to be alone, but the Chihuomen and Bailianlou are pushing back and forth, trying to profit from it, I don't like it."

"Thinking about it, this Blood Tribulation Sword can never be entrusted to them." Bu Yuanting seemed to have expected it.

Li Jiantao proudly said: "That's right, if you entrust the Blood Tribulation Sword to them, what's the difference from sending a sheep to a tiger's mouth? You might as well throw the sword outside the villa, maybe fewer people will die."

"The Blood Tribulation Sword incident happened suddenly, and I failed to invite the five major factions. One is that the journey is far away, and the other is that I concealed it on purpose." Bu Yuanting said slowly, "But even if they come, the Blood Tribulation Sword obviously cannot Those entrusted to them have a big family and a big business, so it is easy to have disputes, and the Blood Tribulation Knife was almost lost because of it before, do you remember?"

"Of course I remember." Li Jiantao frowned, "It's just that no matter how difficult it was at that time, we would have destroyed the sword. I really don't understand—"

Bu Yuanting's eyes were deep, he was born elegantly, without his usual smiling face, he looked like a depressed scholar, interrupted: "No matter how difficult it is at that time, after all, we only need to destroy the sword, no matter where the destruction is It's easy all the time, isn't it?"

"Could it be that the two of us can't protect the Blood Tribulation Sword?" Li Jiantao still didn't care.

Bu Yuan stopped and sighed: "We also thought that Tian Xing would not lie on the bed."

Li Jiantao was at a loss for words for a while, and quickly snorted coldly: "If you can't even defend Wanjian Villa, how do you think Yanboke can do it?"

Bu Yuan stopped to put down his scissors, with a serious expression on his face: "Because I am the owner of Wanjian Villa, I can't guard the Blood Tribulation Sword. I have been at the top since I was born, and Wanjian Villa needs me to be so famous. Support, every word and deed, all attract people's attention, and there is nothing to hide."

Li Jiantao's eyes showed sympathy and sorrow for his friend.

"It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't do it." Bu Yuan stopped and stared at the window, "I'm waiting in the light, and the enemy is in the dark. I'm already passive. If I step forward, the news will leak out at any time, and the opponent will never leave." ahead of us."

"What's more, Tian Xing is unconscious now, and the combined fists of you and me are no more than four hands. The enemy doesn't know how many, no matter how strong you and I are, how can we guard the Blood Tribulation Sword without drinking or eating, without sleep? There are ten, hundreds or even thousands of intruders, how do you and I deal with it?"

No matter how strong they are, they are human beings. As long as the sword remains in Wanjian Villa, there will always be omissions and accidents.

Li Jiantao has always known that Bu Yuanting is a very thoughtful person. After all, this big family business was not created by loyalty. Now that he heard it, he realized that he was thinking far more than himself, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed: "So you It was only then that I decided to let this evil sword go with the mist and completely disappear without a trace."

"You and I have seen Yan Bo Ke, he has excellent character, calm and chivalrous, and his martial arts are also very strong, and he will never be fooled by beauty, gold and silver, or fame." Bu Yuan stopped. He closed his eyes, "If there is anyone in the younger generation who is worthy of entrusting such an important task, there is probably no one other than him."

"I will try my best to buy enough time for him." Bu Yuanting said slowly, "Right now, everyone in Jianghu thinks that I have hidden the Blood Tribulation Sword in Wanjian Villa, so no one will care about Yan Boke's whereabouts."

Li Jiantao turned his eyes, looked at the candle for a while, and said: "His ability is indeed good, but don't you think that his romantic charm is actually a bit too much?"

So far, it is rumored that there are Fengmanlou, Heifenghuang, Jiuminghou, Chai Xiong, and Yue Mijin's deceased friend who are obsessed with Shangqiu Xuexue. If his confidante Mu Huarong is added, the six They are all well-known masters in the Jianghu. Although the origin of that deceased friend is unknown, the killing of the Wandu old man alone is enough to move the Jianghu.

Even Yan Wuhen, who came and went freely, and Leng Hanshuang, who always treated him honestly, these days, they didn't seem to be at odds with Qiu Zhuoxue as the Jianghu said.

Now there is still Bu Tianxing, although no one knows when he fell in love with Qiu Zhuoxue, but when he was mad, he tried to rape Qiu Zhuoxue, but everyone saw it.

The corpses killed by Xuejiejian are still vivid in his mind. Bu Tianxing had already abandoned his sword at that time, so naturally no one would blame Xuejiejian for this incident.

Presumably this affection was hidden too deep, no one knew about it, and when it got out of control, he did things that he would not dare to do normally.

Bu Yuan stopped thinking of Qiu Zhuoxue's terrifying peach blossom, and couldn't help feeling palpitated for a moment.

Seeing that Bu Yuan remained silent, Li Jiantao said again: "I watched Tian Xing grow up. Although he is usually a little flirtatious, he is definitely not a womanizer. Before the engagement was made, he did have a few friends outside. It's easy to get together and disperse with friends and confidants."

Li Jiantao said slowly: "But before Qiu Zhuoxue, Tian Xing had never liked any man."

He didn't make it very clear, and many things didn't need to be said too clearly.

Bu Yuan stopped shouting: "Jian Tao! Be careful!"

Li Jiantao just looked at him blankly.

There was a moment of silence in the secret room, and Bu Yuanting spoke again with difficulty, sounding like he was convincing Li Jiantao and himself: "A man is a man, he doesn't stick to trivial matters, so why bother about these things. What's more, this matter is not about Yan Boke. I hope that even if he is born ugly, with his character and martial arts, he will never lack followers, but... it is not surprising."

It's not surprising... I'm afraid that the most beautiful woman in the world can't make these six martial arts masters with different personalities love her to the death. In front of these people, even the young master of Wanjian Villa can only be regarded as a sweetheart. head.

In the end, Bu Yuanting concluded: "In any case, I believe that he has chivalry in his heart, and that is enough."

Li Jiantao remained silent.

After seeing the charm of Qiu Zhuoxue, it is really difficult for him to tell which one is more dangerous, Qiu Zhuoxue or the Blood Tribulation Sword.

He vaguely felt that perhaps Qiu Zhuoxue itself would become the biggest variable in this conspiracy.

……

Qin came out of the sword box, which was a hint.

This Qin is not inlaid with jade and rust gold, let alone iron, but it is far heavier than it looks.

The matter of Bu Yuan's stop and seeking is also very clear, Wanjian Villa has now become a place of right and wrong, the good piano is covered with dust, but I only want a clear tone.

Qiu Zhuoxue sat quietly for a while, and then stretched out her hand to caress this Yaoqin. The body of the piano is dark and simple, obviously it has been old for some years, but the sound is still clear and melodious, which shows its preciousness.

From the moment he saw the sword box, Qiu Zhuoxue felt that something was wrong, and with what Bu Yuanting said, he immediately understood it.

Bu Yuanting wasn't just exchanging casual greetings, nor was it out of politeness, but was entrusting Xuejiejian, but he was afraid that the walls have ears, so he couldn't say it clearly.

Hiding the sword in the harp stems from two considerations.

One is to ensure the safety of Qiu Zhuoxue. No matter how fierce and terrifying the Blood Tribulation Sword is, as long as the sword holder cannot touch it, it will not go crazy; Instead of a sword, everyone must think that the Blood Tribulation Sword is still in the Wanjian Villa. In this way, no matter how the situation changes, how the people behind the scenes arrange, and the strength is directed to the wrong place, it will be futile. Instead, they can catch the flaw .

The sword of killing and cutting is hidden in the piano, and it is not easy to play a clear tone.

Qiu Zhuoxue twiddled the strings of the qin lightly, the small window was slightly open, and the moonlight was falling. He played the qin quietly in the room. At this time, Wanjian Villa was no longer as lively as before.

The piano is the voice of the heart, Qiu Zhuoxue's thoughts are mixed, and the sound of the piano can't help but feel a little bit sad. When it is playing to the emotional point, suddenly there is a long whistle outside the window, and the sound of the piano stops suddenly.

He opened the window and leaned over to look, only to see the sweaty Leng Frost standing in the courtyard, his face pale.

"Brother Leng?" Qiu Zhuoxue asked in surprise.

Leng Hanshuang strode forward, looking resentful and miserable, suddenly sat cross-legged outside the window, and said loudly: "You play very well, keep playing! Just treat it as seeing me off!"

"Brother Leng, what's on your mind?"

Before Qiu Zhuoxue, she played the piano casually, but to express her melancholy, but now she changed to a calming song, to soothe the anger in Leng Hanshuang's heart.

At the beginning of Leng Hanshuang, she was silent, but when she heard the sound of the zither, like the clear waves of a spring day, gentle and warm, the frenzy in her heart gradually calmed down, then she opened her mouth and said, "I want to invite you to fight through the maze."

"...Why?" Qiu Zhuoxue was slightly taken aback, "Brother Leng is just recovering from his injury, he should have been recuperating, even if he wants to learn from each other, the future will last forever."

Leng Hanshuang looked up to the sky and laughed, with an indescribable sense of desolation in the laughter: "The future will be long... Ha ha ha ha... What future do I have!"

Seeing that Qiu Zhuoxue was about to say something, Leng Hanshuang said again: "You don't have to hide it from me, I already know that those injured by the Blood Tribulation Sword are like a dark thunder buried in their bodies, and I don't know when I will lose my mind and go crazy. Who else is around me? I haven’t gone mad these days, but I might not in the future, Gu Gu has already explained to me that he can’t diagnose the power of the Blood Tribulation Sword.”

His face was ashen, but his tone was very sonorous: "If you want me to be a slave to this blood robbery sword, I would rather die in Yue Mijin's hands than waste my martial arts."

Qiu Zhuoxue's fingers trembled, and seeing Leng Hanshuang's resolute eyes, she knew where his grief, resentment and resentment came from.

Although it is better to live than to die, for a swordsman like Leng Hanshuang, he would rather die in battle than steal his life.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Blood Tribulation Sword.

It doesn't matter whether it's made by man or not. What's important is that as long as no one can break the secret, people's fear of it will increase day by day.

Qiu Zhuoxue said lightly: "But what can death do?"

Leng Hanshuang was startled, because through the window wall, he couldn't see clearly the expression of Qiu Zhuoxue in the room.

"There will never be a weapon that can truly control the mind in this world." Qiu Zhuoxue said, "It's just that the people behind the scenes want us to think so. If Brother Leng is afraid of going crazy and not knowing it, it's better to stay in Wanjian Villa."

Qiu Zhuoxue's voice seemed to have a strange power, anyone who heard his words would involuntarily want to trust.

"Stay in Wanjian Villa?" Leng Hanshuang murmured, "But what if I go crazy again?"

"Wanjian Mountain Villa not only has the old owner Bu, but also senior Tianzongwei Li sitting in the town." Qiu Zhuoxue smiled slightly, "It's not that Qiu was offended, but Brother Leng wants to compete with these two seniors, but there are some difficulties ,Yeah?"

Leng Hanshuang let out a long breath: "Not bad."

"Brother Leng is not afraid of death, it is certainly admirable." Qiu Zhuoxue said again, "But in this way, it is in the hands of the person behind the scenes."

Leng Hanshuang is a straight person, and immediately said angrily after hearing the words: "Then I will not die happily!"

"That's right." Qiu Zhuoxue smiled slightly, "Brother Leng needs to take care of himself, what's more, the ancients can't understand it for a while, but they may not always be able to understand it. The diseases in this world are difficult at the beginning, but if everyone Patients are like Brother Leng, this disease will never be cured."

Leng Hanshuang came here full of worry and anger, but Qiu Zhuoxue spoke with open mind in a few words. He stood up from the ground, hesitantly, hesitant to speak.

After a while, still unable to hold back a word, Leng Hanshuang blushed and said, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Qiu Zhuoxue said with a smile.

But there was no such peace in his heart.

The sword came really suddenly, but it wasn't without any clues.

The five disappearances of Bu Tianxing were not accidental. He woke up once on the day he held the sword, but then fell into a coma.

It was already too late to wait. I could wait before, but I couldn't wait now. Although the Blood Tribulation Sword failed to cut off Yue Mijin's head, it had killed Wanjian Villa and the prestige of the heroes.

Therefore, not only can't wait, but we have to fight over the odds. If we make mistakes and let the people behind the scenes react, then there will be no regrets.

He must act.