The night became darker, and Qiongshan, which had been tossing for half a night, gradually returned to tranquility.

Only the Hall of Yama in the mountains is still lighted.

Deep in the pavilion, secret passages were intertwined, and the four walls in the house were empty, and there was no window. Only in the middle of the house was an iron punishment platform. The man in black who was tied to the punishment platform had suffered some torture. He had obviously no new injuries on his body, but he seemed to have been stripped of half of his life and hung there dyingly.

Lin Xu pushed the door open, looked at the man, and turned to the man in blue beside him: "Mr. Meng, what's wrong?"

Meng Siliang brewed a cup of tea with leisure and elegant pleasure, shook his folding fan with "Beautiful and overwhelming beauty" and glanced at the man.

"All of them have been recruited, the killer of the B position of the Changsheng Palace. Two of the three who died were the B position, and one was the A position. Most of the people who assassinated the leader two months ago were their people."

The killers in the Changsheng Palace are divided into four types according to their respective abilities: A, B, B, and D. The higher they go, the more powerful they are in killing. It is said that there are only twenty killers such as A in the Changsheng Palace, all of whom are murderers like Ma. Some have extraordinary appearances, while others have ordinary appearances, but they can kill people in an instant.

The Red Shadow Sect and the Changsheng Hall rarely interacted with each other, and except for the disputes in Shuzhou last time, there was no intersection. Now the killer of the Changsheng Hall has actually set his sights on the leader, and whether he was intentional or instructed by others, the beam has been formed.

Lin Xu frowned and walked up to look at the killer B.

He has seen Meng Siliang's methods. It is a tough guy who can last for an hour.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, I'll report to the leader now."

"Hey hey hey..." Meng Siliang stopped him, "Young Master Lan just finished the medicine for the leader, and slowly. Are the two in the front hall still there?"

"Are you talking about Shen Xianbai and Shen Xintong?" He nodded, "The guards and guards have been staring at each other. Shen Xintong was shocked. Although he took the medicine, he would probably not be able to go down the mountain tonight. Ash made a room for her."

Upon hearing this, Meng Siliang smiled meaningfully: "Okay, don't mess around. There are many houses in the Hall of Yama, so it's okay to have a rest all night."

"But it is very inappropriate for the people of the Sword Sect to stay in the Hall of Yan Luo."

"Then check the cash!" Meng Siliang said, "Even if the young owner and the eldest lady of Xiqu Villa have to stay for one hundred taels a night, they can afford it. They just think that they are staying in the inn and separate from the disciples in the sect."

"Mr. Meng thinks the leader can agree?"

"Why don't the leader agree?" he smiled, "Although the Hall of Yama is called the Hall of Yama, the people living inside are all people with hearts and flesh. I have also gone to see Shen Xintong's illness. She almost drowned today. She had not vomited all the water in the lake in her lungs. She suffered from the cold and was troubled again. If she continued to burn, she would be a fool."

Indeed, they were incompatible with the Jian Sect, but they had no grudges with Shen Xintong. They were so arrogant that they were embarrassed by a little girl.

Lin Xu nodded: "Mr. Meng said something, so he asked them to take a break. Tomorrow morning, let the disciples of the sect send people down the mountain to avoid causing trouble. As for this person..."

He looked at the man in black on the punishment stage.

"When the leader wakes up, he will decide."

...

Let’s talk about Gu Ruxu lying in the house. I don’t know if he had drunk too much Ma Fei San or the energy of Hua Gong San had not yet passed, so he couldn’t get up for a long time, so he could only lie on his side.

The Zhaoshuang sword was still lying quietly on the desk. The moonlight leaked in from the half-open window, just shining on the scabbard. The sword was carefully carved with patterns of flowing water and clouds, shining brightly. The plain white moonlight fell on it, as if it was covered with a layer of white frost, extremely pure.

The indigo blue tassel sword spikes are strung with two white beads and a small eight-treasure knot is woven, which is very beautiful.

The sword spike seemed to have been worn for a long time, and the corners had faded a little, but the tassels were still neatly maintained, just like the master of the sword.

She remembered that when she asked him for this sword last time, he said that as a disciple of the Sword Sect, he should protect the sword with his life.

But today, he was willing to give this sword that was more important than life to A Shu.

The great disciple of the Sword Sect, he used the sword of the next sect leader. He walked the road to the leader of the martial arts world. The stars blew the moon, like this hand shining on the dark night, and many expectations were pressing on him alone, as if he was born to bear these.

She suddenly felt a little sympathetic to him.

The hero is still quite tiring to live.

And he could even make the gentleness of her, a "traitor of the master".

She just looked at the sword quietly, looked at it for a long time, and finally stood up. She walked to the side of the desk, picked up the Zhaoshuang sword, held her left arm, and walked out of the house.

At this time, except for the disciples who were watching, all the people in the sect went to bed. She walked along the way and responded to greet each other a few times and arrived at the front hall.

It was getting late. She wanted to put the sword down, so she went back to the room to rest, but she saw a man sitting on the stone steps in front of the door from afar, wearing white clothes and mysterious robe, as gentle as a painting, tilting his head slightly and looking at the crescent moon hanging east.

The faint white moonlight melted into his eyes like flowing water, like rare pearls and jade, making people involuntarily sink into it.

She stood there in a daze, and after looking for a while, he turned his head and frowned in confusion.

"eleven?"

This sound made her come back to her senses immediately.

He got up, but the first sentence was not to ask her why she came here in the middle of the night.

"Does the wound still hurt?" His eyes fell on her left arm, which was hanging all the way.

So all the excuses she had just thought of were useless.

"It hurts a little after taking medicine." She sighed. She didn't have the energy to argue with him tonight, and she didn't want to force herself to correct anything. Just talk. No one cares about which one of them is the right path and which one is a cult.

She also sat on the stone steps, but was stopped by him.

"It's cold at night, and the girl's house is prone to cold." He took off his outer robe, folded it neatly, and put it on her.

Seeing him leaning down, she felt a little sore for no reason.

But where can I find such a stupid senior brother? The blessings that Gu Ruxu cultivated in his previous life have now fallen on her in vain.

Shen Xianbai naturally didn't know what she was thinking, so he helped her sit down first.

She put Zhaoshuang on her knees and asked him, "What did you think when you pushed the Zhaoshuang sword to Ashu?"

He really thought about it carefully: "...I just want to find you and Xintong soon."

"I have thought about it, what if this is a trap and the sword is from the Red Shadow Cult, what should I do?"

Shen Xianbai: "..."

After a moment of silence, he solemnly said: "According to the sect's rules, he received three hundred clear heart whips and drove them out of the sect... hiss."

Before she finished speaking, she knocked her with the hilt of the sword.

"You're stupid." She stuffed Zhaoshuang's sword back into his hand, "Three hundred whips, how can you live..."

Chen Fanbai looked at the Zhaoshuang sword in his arms, paused and put it away.

Gu Ruxu glanced at him angrily: "Chen Xianbai, remember, I don't want this sword today. How many people will stare at it in the future? Don't tell me the rule of "protecting the sword with life". There is no rule in this world that is more important than life. If the sword is lost one day, you have to come back alive. Have you heard?"

Chen Fanbai looked at her in a daze.

"What are you asking?" She frowned.

Chen Xianbai smiled: "Well, I heard it, but I didn't expect you to say so many things to me suddenly, which is a bit unexpected..."

“…”

When he smiled sincerely, there seemed to be stars in his eyes, which were particularly bright, and there were two dimples on his lips. No one could see him and poke him. Such a person was as warm as flawless sunlight.

She sighed: "I owe you a life this time. If the enemy is narrow next time, I will let you go."

"Yeah." He still smiled.

"You can take Chen Xintong away when it's dawn."

"Um."

"I may tie her up next time."

"……Um."

"It may also tie you up."

"……Um."

"Although Chen Bai, you are a little stupid."

“…”

...

The night passed quickly, and she didn't know how she fell asleep. When she woke up, the sky was faintly clear. She found herself leaning against Shen Xianbai's shoulders, covering her outer robe, and Chen Xianbai sat and slept all night.

She raised her face and could see him closing his eyes, lowering his head slightly, holding one hand by her and supporting his forehead with the other.

The morning light shone on his face, warm and clean.

But the sleepiness was too light, and as soon as she moved, he woke up.

She stood up brilliantly, sorted out her clothes awkwardly, and returned the robe to him.

"It's dawn, you have to leave."

He nodded: "I'll wake up Xintong."

He walked around to the back hall and took a cup of tea and came out with Chen Xintong who had been cleaned up.

It was still early now, and the disciples on the night were in trouble. She took the two out of the mountain gate: "After this road, you can go back to the lake, and your horse should still be there."

Chen Fanbai nodded: "Xintong, let's go."

Chen Xintong had just subsided and her face was not very good-looking. She followed him for a while and suddenly asked him to wait, turned around and ran back.

"Eleventh!" She took out a wooden box from her arms and handed it to her, "I have always kept it with me when I went out, and now I have finally seen you again."

Gu Ruxu opened the box and took a look. It turned out that the plum blossoms in red jade were shaking and the golden silk were a little dusty and were astonishingly beautiful.

"Your gift for the hairpin is five years late." Chen Xintong smiled, "It's finally delivered to you."
To be continued...