Wang Yi shook his head and followed him and said: "I advise you not to care about other people's wives in the future."
The honest monk sighed and said with a wry smile: "I am born with this, and it is not easy to change at once."
Wang Yi smiled thoughtfully and walked forward.
The main character in the fight has run away, so what is he still doing here? He had to go on his way and was not in the mood to spend time with the monk.
The honest monk wasn't upset either. In his opinion, he had slashed his sword and the guy from Qifeng Villa didn't take advantage of him, so that was enough.
As the two walked, the honest monk smiled and said: "The young master of Qifeng Mountain is so bluffing."
Wang Yi smiled: "You didn't defeat him either."
The honest monk became angry when he heard this: "He was the one who escaped first."
While the two were talking, Wang Yi saw the pavilion not far away and the boy walking out of the pavilion.
The boy was seven or eight years old, but he was not the one from Qifeng Villa before.
Seeing the two people arriving late from a distance, the boy waved to them.
Before the king could speak, the honest monk asked: "You called me? What do you want from me? What's your name?"
The boy smiled: "My name is Xiaoguang."
The honest monk nodded: "Xiaoguang, weren't you in that shed just now? Why did you come to the front and block us? Do you want to treat me to dinner?"
Xiaoguang shook his head: "I won't invite the monk to dinner."
The angry monk wanted to fly over and slap him in the face. It was not until he saw the woman in the pavilion that he resisted the impulse for a moment.
Jin Xiaoguang ignored the honest monk, but looked at Wang Yi and started nagging: "Wang Yi, why aren't you dead? Aren't there people fighting with you every day to compete with each other?"
When Wang heard this, he became a little angry, and thought to himself, it has nothing to do with me and others.
If he hadn't looked at the silent woman sitting in the pavilion, he would have wanted to be like the honest monk and slap this talkative guy to knock him out.
The honest monk glanced at him and said, "Should we escape?"
Wang Yi shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "Since she drove up and chased her, if I leave again, I will be hated by others."
Upon hearing this, the honest monk immediately walked forward: "It's okay to meet her. She is not a tiger. Let me take a look for you first."
Unexpectedly, Xiaoguang stretched out his hand to stop the honest monk, pointed at Wang Yi and said, "He can go in, but you can't."
Wang Yi and Honest Monk smiled bitterly and said, "Sometimes, it's not necessarily a good thing that you are too beautiful... Let me ask if she wants to invite us to drink."
Without waiting for the honest monk to reply, he raised his legs and walked towards the pavilion.
Because at this time, the woman who happened to be sitting in the pavilion looked up and saw him.
There was an exquisite tea mat spread on the stone table in the pavilion, two plates of cakes and a pot of wine. The guqin must have been put away by the woman in the carriage outside the pavilion.
Step by step, Wang Yi walked into the pavilion.
He clasped his hands and asked, "Did you scare away the woman from Qifeng Villa just now? Or is it because she owes you a lot of money and is afraid that you will collect her debt?"
The woman in front of her was wearing a plain white skirt, with only a few golden flowers embroidered on the cuffs, highlighting the extraordinary status of the owner.
A pair of eyebrows were lightly furrowed, and his eyes were like a lake of water. One glance almost made Wang Yi lose his mind.
So he had no choice but to retract his gaze and look at his pair of dirty shoes.
The woman who was like smoke and rain looked at Wang Yi and asked: "Are you the Meteor Sword Wang Yi who kills people without blinking an eye?"
Wang Yi smiled faintly and replied: "Where does the girl come from? Rong's eyes are clumsy."
After saying that, I glanced at the honest monk outside the pavilion. I was about to ask my friend to come in and sit down. Unexpectedly, the honest monk started chatting with the boy outside the pavilion.
"I come from Green Willow Villa in Gusu, and Murong An is my father. Do you know him?"
The woman said quietly: "I am his daughter Murong Shuyu. Do you know that I came to see you specially?"
Wang Yi nodded in sudden realization. Gusu Murong was one of the four major families in Jiangnan, and was unparalleled in terms of financial resources and military force.
The young lady from Green Willow Villa in Gusu is staying here just to meet me.
This is why Wang Yiye didn't react at all.
Murong Shuyu poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of Wang Yi: "Do you know why I came to see you?"
Wang Yi did not pick up the wine glass on the table, but asked: "Why?"
With a faint sigh, Murong Shuyu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said, "Because, I want to ask you to help me kill someone!"
When Wang Yi looked at the woman in front of him with a resentful expression, as if he owed her five hundred silver coins and had been hiding for ten years without paying back, he couldn't help but sigh.
There are only two types of guys who can make a woman hate her so much that she doesn't hesitate to ask someone to take action.
Either he is the enemy who killed his father, or he is his lover who has changed his heart.
Therefore, he has never been merciful in the arena since his debut. In his words, it is okay to owe money, but he cannot owe a woman's tears.
Murong Shuyu seemed to have read Wang Yi's thoughts and said slowly: "You don't have to guess, my father is fine at home. He is not my father-killing enemy."
Wang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "I seem to know something."
"That's right!"
Murong Shuyu said quietly: "I want you to help me kill that unfaithful person. For him, I have refused to come to my door to propose marriage to the famous family for five consecutive years."
"Tick!" A sound sounded in Wang Yi's ears.
Without raising his head, he knew with his swordsman's intuition and sensitivity that it was Murong Shuyu's tears that fell into the wine glass in front of him.
He can kill with a sword without batting an eyelid.
But he didn't want to see the woman cry.
However, how could a woman who shed tears stop talking?
Not to mention, in Murong Shuyu's eyes, Wang Yi was the best person to confide in, and probably the only one worthy of her confiding.
"I refuse all the people who come to me to propose marriage... just because I have been waiting painfully for him to come to Gusu to propose marriage."
With tears streaming down her face, Murong Shuyu murmured: "It's just because he promised me that he would definitely come unless he dies."
"Who is he?" Wang Yi asked quietly.
Having said this, Wang Yi couldn't help but look at the honest monk outside the pavilion. In his eyes, the honest monk was this kind of person who deserved to die.
I don’t know how many passionate girls he has deceived, just like Murong Shuyu in front of me.
However, Wang Yi's heart was very cold.
It's so cold that he won't shed his own tears in other people's stories.
If his heart was not cold and he had only a hint of softness when facing the enemy, he would have fallen under his opponent's sword countless times.
Since ancient times, there was no time for passion but hatred. Wang Yi would not be saddened by Murong Shuyu's sadness.
He was waiting, waiting for one day tragedy to happen to him, or to the honest monk.
Murong Shuyu sighed: "Do you know? I have been waiting for him for five years!"
Wang Yimoran, five years is indeed a long time for a woman!
If he had been chasing an enemy for five years and still couldn't kill him, he would have gone crazy long ago, but Murong Shuyu in front of him was not crazy yet.
But he saw the sadness and unwillingness in Murong Shuyu's eyes.
So Wang Yiyi sighed softly and pretended that he couldn't kill him, and he had been chasing him for five years in vain.
In fact, he really wanted to say that as long as that guy didn't come to his door for three years, he would be a big liar.
Not to mention that after waiting for five years, Wang Yi really learned a lot about the grudges and grudges between men and women from the honest monk.
The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. Wang Yi stared blankly at the woman in front of him.
But I was thinking in my heart whether I would be interested in a certain woman in the future.
Murong Shuyu pointed at the man talking to Honest Monk and said, "He is the son of me and that guy, do you believe it or not?"
Wang Yi sighed. He replied: "I believe it."
"I'm afraid you will also laugh at me. You have an illegitimate child before you get married, right?"
Murong Shuyu murmured to himself: "So I must let him die. Only when he dies can I relieve my hatred."
Wang Yi looked at her and smiled bitterly: "You know there are usually only two types of people killed."
Murong Shuyu looked at him and smiled lightly, showing a rare smile: "Don't worry, I have a reason why you have to kill him."
Wang Yi shook his head: "Your cultivation level is equally high, why don't you do it yourself?"
Murong Shuyu sighed and replied quietly: "I told myself that I never want to see him again..."
Wang groaned, then smiled and said: "You love and hate him at the same time. Are you afraid that you won't be able to bear to attack him as soon as you see him, and you will have to fight with him for another five years?"
Murong Shuyu did not answer, but added wine to their glasses.
Wang Yi sighed and said with a bitter smile: "Is it really necessary to kill him?"
Murong Shuyu picked up the cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at Wang Yi and said, "Having said so much, I should also tell you his name. He is Jin Wuming!"
When Wang heard this, his expression changed, and a solemn expression appeared on his face: "The sun is warm in Lantian, and the jade is making smoke. Who is the person who betrayed your heart?"
Murong Shuyu looked into his eyes and replied quietly: "That's right!"
Wang Yi sighed softly, looked at her and replied leisurely: "Do you know that there is a sign hanging on the door of Lantian Villa with those four gold characters on it?"
Murong Shuyu looked at him and replied word by word: "A sword coming from the west!"
These four words do not represent how powerful Lantian Villa is, but the respect that the entire Chang'an, including the northwest monks, have for the owner of Lantian Villa, Jin Tianjian.
Jin Tianjian was the first owner of Lantian Villa and Jin Wuming's grandfather.
The glorious deeds of Jin Tianjian have been submerged in the long river of time, but no one in the world after that took up the idea of Lantian Villa.
Legend has it that Jin Wuming, known as the Thirteenth Swordsman, was even more powerful than his grandfather. With every move and sword, he beheaded countless challengers.
In the end, he was recognized as the best sword in the Tang Dynasty.
Some people even say that Jian Shisan is not in the world, but there are always legends about him in the world.
Located in the deep valley of Lantian, this is the unique young master of Lantian Villa.
A guy named Jin Wuming.
The sun was shining brightly, and the aroma of wine on the table looked like a knife under the scorching sun. One sip would cut your throat and set your whole body on fire.
Wang Yi picked up the wine glass in front of him, thought about it and put it down again, took out his own water bottle and took a big sip.
After a while, he smiled wryly and said, "If I hadn't had this date with him, I would never want to see him. I don't want to die yet."
Lantian Valley is a place he wants to go but dare not go.
Because he didn't know whether it was Jin Wuming's sword that was faster or his own meteor sword that was faster. As soon as the two of them met, one of them would definitely die at the other's feet.
Murong Shuyu sighed and said quietly: "Fortunately, let me find out that you have a never-ending date with him!"
Wang Yi took a sip of water and gradually regained his excitement.
Looking at the beautiful, resentful and resolute woman in front of him, he smiled bitterly and said, "I seem to have no way of rejecting you, just like I have no way of rejecting him."
Murong Shuyu frowned, thought for a while and asked: "Are you stupid or stupid? You know you can't beat him, but you can choose to refuse?"
Wang Yi shook his head: "He is an honest invitation, I can't refuse."
Murong Shuyu took a sip of strong wine that was as sharp as a knife and said, "Have you ever thought that you would die by his sword?"
