It suddenly rained heavily in Tiandu City.

The mud was splashing in the alley, and the man holding an oil-paper umbrella stopped in front of an old mansion.

The man, who was not stained with the slightest fireworks on Qinghuang's face, slowly breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at the old but not dilapidated door plaque. The owner of the mansion was away all year round, and the door plaque was well maintained.

This mansion is in Chunhan Lane, the most remote area in Tiandu. Because of the door plaque of the owner of the mansion and the identity background indicated by the door plaque... most visitors from Tiandu will choose to bypass this alley.

The entire alley of Chunhan Lane belongs to this mansion owner.

On the door plaque, there is a famous name with a very light pen tip but a very solemn meaning.

"honeydew."

Xu Qingke, who put away the oil-paper umbrella, looked at this familiar and unfamiliar name and slowly opened his lips, as if he was chanting the name of an old friend he had not met for a long time.

He chuckled softly, "Am I considered this alley, the first guest in these years?"

The red painted wooden door of the mansion slowly swelled open, and the sudden rain splashed the fine and layered rain flowers on the muddy ground in the alley. Xu Qingke put away the oil paper umbrella and stepped into the mansion. The construction of this Ganlu Mansion consumed a lot of manpower and material resources. The Mr. Ganlu from the East was originally a very generous figure, and he piled up the incense and interesting things offered to many holy mountains in the East in recent years in this mansion.

Xu Qingke dragged an oil paper umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella dragged a long, lighter and lighter rain mark on the ground. In the maid on both sides, he held a maid who was the same as a dead person. He stood in an extremely neat position. He held a long lamp in his hand like a palace maid in the tomb, with pale face and red lips. There was a dying aura surrounding the mansion, which was gloomy and terrifying.

These maids all had beautiful faces like beautiful ladies. They stood on both sides of the wide corridor, holding lamps and standing long, standing one by one in front of the mahogany and stone pillars. Xu Qingke walked past one by one, raised his head, and greeted the car with a smile. It seemed "vibrant", but in fact it had lost its breath. This skin was completely peeled off. He served here for many years, neither eating nor drinking, nor old nor dead.

The Korean agreement started in the eastern border and was born in southern Xinjiang.

The elegant name of this Mr. Ganlu can stop a child from crying at night because of his violent style that is completely opposite to his weak and weak image. The ghost cultivator in the southern border was scattered by him and lit the sky lantern. On the day of his cultivation, he started killing and howling ghosts cried and wolves were screaming in the mountains of 100,000 miles away.

Xu Qingke's face was calm. This mansion was extremely yin, better than most tombs in the world. Mr. Ganlu's practice was this way. Someone once bluntly said that Han Yue was a clown who could not reach the stage and would never be able to see the light of heaven. But in fact, it was not the case. Ganlu, who came to the East Realm, soon emerged, and was decisive and neat. After returning from the North Realm, he could no longer hear ridicule and belittle the entire East Realm world.

The mansion was covered with clouds outside. When it really stepped into it, it was built like a small palace. After the corridor, a hall was built.

There was another layer of gauze in the hall, swaying in the wind, and there were shadows inside. Some people poured wine and some snuggled up, some people were dancing, some people laughed softly, and the man sitting behind the gauze, poured his wine on his own.

Xu Qingke stopped at the end of the corridor, staring at the shadow behind the curtain.

"Xu Qingke from the West?"

Mr. Ganlu paused and said, "I have heard of this name, it is well-known, and it is Qingzheng Haoran..."

Then he smiled and said, "I heard you want to be Yuan Chun? He is a person who hangs fish and a minister who produces dust in a pot?"

Xu Qingke smiled unanimously.

"Mr. Yuan Chun has great talent, wisdom and great ambitions." Xu Qingke, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, had a clear voice, neither humble nor arrogant, and said: "Xu is not as good as a noble person, nor does he have the heart to be apart from Jin Muye."

"Hehe..." Han Yue smiled. He looked at the thin man standing at the end of the corridor and felt that it was a little interesting. "Now, if you want to be Yuan Chun, you will either starve to death or be exhausted. If you can go to the end, you will not have a good end and contribute to the imperial family. The world of Sui Dynasty is so big, you will add yourself if you accidentally."

The cold wind passed by.

Xu Qingke disagreed.

"Before you came to Tiandu, I thought that the teacher Li Bailin finally found for so many years was not any great scholar in Kyoto except Yuan Chun, but a weak scholar from the grass-roots background. He must have something extraordinary. Facing the difficult mess to clean up in the West, it will take long to get it clean." Han Yue's indifferent voice came out: "It turned out to be a little disappointed... The descendant of Shushan holding the snow came to Tiandu, not the third prince but an orphan who came out of Xiling. Is this a big joke?"

"Mr. Zhao Rui gave everyone the opportunity. If I were in the Western Region, then the position of Shushan Master Uncle would never fall into the hands of outsiders." Han Yue smiled and said, "If the prince doesn't fight, you won't fight? In the end, you won't fight anything."

Xu Qingke nodded softly.

He looked at the hall and asked softly: "What about you?"

The cold wind suddenly stopped.

Han Yue, who was keeping his cup-raising posture, stopped his movements through a layer of curtain yarn, and the banquet of singing and dancing silently stopped behind the flowing yarn.

Xu Qingke whispered again.

"Han Yue, you fight hard, have you fought hard?"

The maid who stood up holding the palace lantern, raised her head together, stared at the gentleman in the blue shirt standing in front of the corridor with his expressionless face.

"Some people try hard to walk into the sun, but he can't see the light, so he can't be Yuan Chun."

"Yuan Chun is the longest lamp in the Sui Dynasty. He is still lit. No matter how it will go out in the future, there is no sign of stopping."

Xu Qingke looked at the hall and said this calmly.

"Nanlu, I know what you are going to do."

"You don't want to be Yuan Chun, but you want to be that lamp."

"You must be the minister under the feet of the emperor, not the minister under the feet of the emperor now."

This extremely contradictory but terrifying sentence was said, and the porcelain cups in the hall, which were held in the palm of the palm, broke with a "bang".

What a trait... a traitor!

Ten steps and one pillar, a total of 129 steps. On both sides of the corridor, twenty-four maids holding lamps disappeared almost at the same time. The strong wind whistled, instantly squeezed the blue-shirted scholar's space several feet apart.

The maid holding the lamp with her hands in her sleeves, blew in a gloomy air, the lights swayed, and her pale faces were facing Xu Qingke. Blood continued to flow out in her seven orifices, and her eyes were hollow, and there was nothing in her black pupils. Her big red clothes were swaying in the wind.

Yin Qi seeps in people.

Xu Qingke looked calm and calm.

"I am actually very soft-hearted." Han Yue, who crushed the porcelain cup, kept a slightly raised arm and said mutely: "These women were not because of my ruthlessness and deliberate destruction...but they asked me for it. Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white hair in the world. They are so beautiful. When they really beg me in a low voice, I am willing to do whatever I want me to do for them."

"But these twenty-four people have only one requirement, they want to stay young forever."

Han Yue smiled, he muttered gently, and said in a very soft voice: "I only asked them one question at that time. I asked them, if I could keep them young forever, would I be willing to be with me forever?"

Xu Qingke narrowed his eyes.

"They chose to tell the truth. They were pitiful. They looked at me and shook their heads, saying that they were only willing to accompany me for ten or twenty years. At that time, I realized that people are selfish. Look at them, they are not willing to pay for these costs. Why should I help them?" Han Yue sneered: "I peeled off their skin and let them stay here with me. Whether it is ten or twenty years, it is to help them fulfill a wish."

Xu Qingke thought something.

He spoke as the man in the hall wished and continued to ask.

"What about those nodding?"

"As they wish, they will remain young forever, but unlike those skins that will be thrown away in ten or twenty years, I will not leave them behind." Han Yue sat upright and said seriously: "They will always accompany me, watch me live well in this world, and appreciate their appearance."

Xu Qingke looked at the man sitting in the hall calmly.

"I am the devil who came out of the southern Xinjiang and can't stand the sun." Han Yue whispered: "But I am now standing at the highest point of the East, and the scorching sun is not afraid of anything. I make a deal with everyone, and I will refuse everyone, but they have no good ending."

"Mr. Qingke, do you know... the consequences of making a deal with me?"

Xu Qingke frowned, as if thinking about how to speak.

He shook his head.

Then he said, "Han Yue, you've made a little mistake."

"I came to Ganlu Mansion, not to trade with you."

The man behind the curtain squinted his eyes.

"I'm informing you about something."

Xu Qingke's face was plain and his blue shirt was swaying, "I'll tell you, I know everything you want, but what I want... you may not know."

Xu Qingke paused and said, "I want..."

Han Yue's pupils contracted.

Above the dome, muffled thunder exploded.

Xu Qingke took out a green talisman from his sleeve and slowly pinched it.

The hall suddenly exploded, and the maid who was crowded around Xu Qingke, who was caught off guard and raised her arms to cover her cheeks. The palace lamp fell to the ground and ignited a slow flame. They screamed and wailed, and their hands could not cover their rotten and foiled cheeks.

The loud sound is silent.

Xu Qingke looked at Han Yue in the hall. His words had already come to the ground. All the creatures who heard the words in the mansion here would disperse.

Han Yue sat in the hall. He ignored the beautiful women who were lying on the ground and begging to crawl to the hall. His expression was solemn and solemn. In his eyes, Mr. Qingshan was slowly holding up an oil paper umbrella in the dark wind and preparing to turn and leave.

His mind was blank, and he was tossing and turning the two words the scholar said through the lightning in the sky.

For the first time, Han Yue felt that his heartbeat was uncontrollably accelerating, and he was even a little restless.

"If you want to be a minister under the feet of the emperor, there is only one chance."

Xu Qingke raised his head and said softly: "After this spring rain, the separation of the four major academies will be irreversible. Whether it is the East or the West, how many people can accept it depends on their ability. I want to take that path. No matter how capable you are in Han Yue, you must accompany me this trip, so... yours is mine, and I am happy to see how much benefits you can get from the East."

Han Yue said pale and said, "Xu Qingke... are you crazy? What exactly do you want to do?"

The scholar holding an oil-paper umbrella squatted down and stuck the green talisman on the mahogany pillar. He looked around and looked at the alley that had been standing in Chunhan Lane for a long time.

"The mahogany has rotted, and the palace is about to collapse."

The heavy rain was drizzling, and the brilliant talisman slowly burned. In the dark night, the redwood pillar stubbornly and firmly ignited. The rotten wood inside quickly burned up.

It was just a "Han Yue" whose starry light condensed into an incarnation. Sitting in the middle of the hall, the mansion of Ganlu began to burn, and countless treasures and strange materials were sneered and damaged in the smoke. He didn't care at all, but his face was solemn, as if he was thinking about a huge problem.

Hesitant and difficult to deal with.

Han Yue raised his head.

But it was raining heavily and the sky was not waiting for people.

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Chapter completed!