Midnight, Yuzhou.

Tonight, this is a dark place.

On the rivers and lakes, wherever there is no light, people are doing shady things.

At such times, not holding a lamp is a well-known but unwritten rule.

Fortunately, under the not-so-clear moonlight, the plaque hanging in front of the door can be vaguely seen.

"Feiyumen", the three large gilded characters are still hanging squarely on it, looking majestic and lonely.

Majesty, you must know that Feiyumen has been famous in the world for a long time, so long that it can even be traced back nearly a hundred years ago.

I would like to ask, how can Mingzhe Jianghu remain standing despite hundreds of years of ups and downs and not feel lonely?

Generally speaking, a family with a deep foundation and a deep understanding of the golden mean of life will not easily cause trouble in the world, and there is no shortage of friends who can solve troubles.

But this night didn't look so good. It could even be said that this splendid house was already empty.

Although tens of thousands of people have gone there, which is indeed admirable, the number of people who know that they cannot do something but do it is really very small. There are more people here, but there are still too many people who cannot give up, so I choose to give up here.

Not for anything else, just to earn a living.

The people who are coming tonight may come at any time.

In this courtyard without lights, it was so quiet that even the rustle of the leaves in the wind could be heard very clearly.

Unless you have extraordinary eyesight, it would be difficult to see in the dark the shadows of trees swaying in the wind, covering a dozen carefully installed Zhuge Liannu under the eaves, waiting in the dark night and mist.

hair.

It's getting late and the night is getting quieter.

The spring is cold and the cold wind is blowing, which makes people feel a little shuddering.

The chill did not come from the evening wind, but from the direction the wind blew, passing the person in the tree.

People who shouldn't be here are already here.

The night is a deep night, and people are cold.

On the ancient sycamore tree in front of the courtyard, there are two pairs of cold rock-like eyes that understand everything in the courtyard.

The dark eyes and dark single clothes seemed to be darker than the color of this late night, like sticky ink droplets that could not be melted away, embedded in the night neither deeply nor shallowly.

The wind blew by without making a sound.

"The time has come, there is no need to wait any longer."

A young man wearing fur armor looked at the courtyard. When he said this, there seemed to be some hesitation in his eyes. He originally didn't want to say it.

The thinly dressed young man next to him remained motionless, looking inside the courtyard wall as if he were looking at a dead person.

What does death smell like?

Maybe no one knows, maybe, when someone sees his eyes, they will feel that they are very close to death.

His face is very handsome, but still a little childish.

There was one part heroic, three part unruly, three part lonely and one part indifferent look on his face.

This indifference does not mean being calm and composed after going through many vicissitudes of life, but rather a disregard for life.

There is no life or death in his eyes, he doesn't care about others, let alone himself.

He is indeed very good-looking. Every girl in Yuzhou City will hide her face and say this with a smile when she sees him.

It's just that this face has an indifference that shouldn't belong to this age.

It was too pale, so pale that there was no trace of blood. When others looked at him, it was as if they were looking at a dead person.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"Wait a minute, the wind direction has changed."

"What kind of wind?" Qiu Jia was puzzled and looked where he was looking.

I could only hear the bamboo fence and flower trees outside the courtyard rustling in the wind, and the wind blew up the fallen flowers on the ground, swirling them around and bringing out bursts of fragrance.

There was only the sound of wind and trees around, but there was no sound of footsteps or breathing.

"Just now it was Begonia, now it has become Moju."

The young man in single clothes narrowed his eyes, like a ray of light passing through the dark night and landing on the most inconspicuous corner of the courtyard.

The night was dark, and even with his eyesight, it was difficult to see clearly what was hidden in the dark corners from such a long distance.

The young man Qiu Jia thought, "It's early spring now. Where did Mo Ju come from? Could it be..."

The Qiu Jia boy's pupils suddenly shrank, he frowned slightly, and shook his head with a wry smile.

The struggle before death always seems so ignorant, innocent and helpless.

Especially in front of them, he didn't feel sad about this unnecessary behavior, but just felt it was a bit ridiculous.

The young man in single clothes nodded and looked coldly at the unknown depth behind the wall of the courtyard, "The Feiyu Sect's family secret poison 'Laughing Spring Breeze' was taken from this ink chrysanthemum."

"It's one of the eight strange poisons in Sichuan. It's not a loss to see it today." The young man Qiu Jia chuckled and tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

The emotion in the eyes of the young man in single clothes did not fluctuate at all, he just pressed the sword-holding hand of the young man in Qiu Jia.

It seemed like he just put his hand down gently, but it seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, and the young man Qiu Jia could no longer lift the sword.

He glanced at the young man Qiu Jia, took off a soft sachet from his arms, handed it to the young man, and said expressionlessly, "Take it."

"and you……"

The young man Qiu Jia seemed a little hesitant, but as if obeying the order, he took the sachet and put it in his arms.

He realized that this was an inch of red prepared by the ghost doctor Bodhizi, which could expel hundreds of poisons and eliminate hundreds of poisons. Due to some special reasons, the young master never left his body.

But this time he handed such a thing to himself lightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"It doesn't matter to me." The young man in single clothes closed his eyes and suddenly stood up straight.

The evening breeze was slightly cool, gently blowing the young man's thin black clothes, making it difficult to tell which one was night and which one was human.

Laughter came from the courtyard, and the old man's vicissitudes of life and sonorous laughter passed through my ears like thunder on a sunny day, "Young Pavilion Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you, Mr. Gu?"

"Thank you for your concern. He misses you too."

The boy in single clothes suddenly flew down with a kite and landed in the courtyard. His expression changed from focused to a little lost. It seemed that no one had prepared any surprises for him.

The young man in Qiu Jia also jumped down, instinctively standing in front of the young man in single clothes, and then suddenly and consciously retreated behind him, a long sword in his hand trembling faintly in the sheath.

"Xiao Ying'er, I think that my Feiyu sect has never asked about the rights and wrongs of the world and has always adhered to my duty. My son has dedicated his life to your Yinfeng Pavilion. But now, why does the old thief Gu come to kill me?"

An old man in a golden cloak slowly walked out from behind the wall. When the old man saw him, he stood upright, holding a sword inlaid with glass and jade, but bowed respectfully to him.

The boy in single clothes didn't take this bow seriously, but the boy in Qiu Jia felt sad again.

"I asked knowingly, I respect Fei Yumen for what I have done for Yinfeng Pavilion in the past ten years, but I have a clear conscience, so why did you do this poison of laughing spring breeze?" The young man Qiu Jia walked up and bowed back, and in the corner of his eye he said:

There was a hint of unbearability.

"Are you not poisoned?" The old man was a little surprised at first, then pondered for a moment, seeming to understand something.

"I didn't want to kill you."

The boy in single clothes clenched his left hand, and the thing in his hand made a rattling sound.

That is a knife that has never left your hand. Could it be that there is a secret hidden under the dark scabbard?

When the knife is there, the people are there.

The old man lowered his head and said after a long time, "Well, it seems that only the dead can distinguish right from wrong."

When the old man was talking, he kept his head lowered and his eyes were fixed on the knife in the hand of the unsheathed boy, as if he was always on guard for the knife to be unsheathed, as if he already knew that as long as the knife was unsheathed, he would

No chance again.

But he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Dead people don't need to worry about right and wrong anymore."

The young man in single clothes spoke with cold words and cold people. In his eyes, there is no right or wrong in this world, only what to do and what not to do.

The old man suddenly raised his head, his eyes changed from peaceful to sharp, as if he wanted to tear everything he saw into pieces.

He had already resigned himself to his fate, but then he remembered that there was still someone for whom he needed to fight for his life.

"Where is your son?"

The young man in single clothes did not look at his face, but just stared at the knife in the old man's hand. The only thing he was interested in was who in the world could have a knife faster than his own.

After hearing this, the old man suddenly turned his anger into a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes extended far, far away, as if he had followed the person he was thinking about to an unreachable distance, "You are late."

"He's gone, but you're not going?"

The boy in single clothes only raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him. He just wanted to know what kind of look should appear on the face of a normal father in this world when he mentioned his son.

It's just that this glance happened to meet the old man's deep gaze.

Just this glance, seeing that happy smile, made his murderous intention even stronger.
To be continued...