This is a very weird feeling.
The man named Bu Jinghong looked like he was casting a body-holding technique.
But this is obviously impossible.
The only reason is his name!
And what he looks like!
The six masters of the Baji Sect were not looking at Ximen Chuihua's back at the moment.
They all looked at the man in the pavilion in the southeast corner.
Not just the six of them, but also eight people under the pavilion in another corner.
They seemed to be fixed by that name at the moment.
The chopsticks in someone's hand holding the food stopped in the air.
Someone is holding a wine bowl in his hand. The wine bowl has been brought to his mouth, and his mouth has even been opened. The wine bowl has tilted, and the wine spilled out and was not drank into the mouth.
Even Qin Rigang and his wife looked at the pavilion in shock.
Li Chenan also looked towards the pavilion.
Under the light of the lantern, a man about thirty years old was slowly putting the bamboo hat in his hand on his head again.
What Li Chenan saw was a face with sharp edges and corners.
That face looked extremely strong, but the eyes on that face were extremely soft.
Or maybe it's not soft, but lazy.
This lazy look is somewhat similar to Xiao Baozi.
When the bamboo hat was completely put on his head, his face was hidden under the brim of the bamboo hat.
He seemed to glance at the girl named Ximen Chuihua. He picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a glass of wine.
He picked up the small wine glass and took a small sip.
It seems reluctant to part with it.
It seems that he has never drunk good wine, and he still has the style of appreciating this very ordinary drunkenness.
Ximen Chuihua took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.
Her eyes were still on Bu Jinghong.
She still didn't care about the six weapons behind her that were about to kill her, and she walked towards the pavilion.
The six masters of Bajimen still did not make the final blow.
Three breaths.
They all put away their weapons.
But they didn't retreat.
They also looked at the man in the pavilion, his expression was extremely serious, or perhaps undecided.
"You... why are you bothering to find me?"
These words came out of Bu Jinghong's mouth.
The voice was gentle, but revealed a hint of helplessness.
He put a piece of beef in his mouth and chewed it carefully. His eyes did not fall on Ximen Chuihua's face, but he was still talking:
"I'm just a prodigal."
"The prodigal has only his sword and no home."
"The prodigal son's home is at the end of the world."
"I can't give you a home...because I'm always on the road and will never stop for a woman in my life."
"The way of martial arts is my way."
"The road is facing the sky, let's each go to one side, okay?"
When he finished speaking, Ximen Chuihua walked to the pavilion and stood in front of him.
She stopped.
Suddenly smiled.
The taste in this smile is a little bitter and a little unwilling:
"I never cared if you stayed for me."
"I never thought that you could stop and build a nest and a home for me."
"Since your home is at the end of the world, how about I accompany you to the end of the world for the rest of my life?"
Bu Jinghong sighed and shook his head: "Not good!"
Ximen Chuihua frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Because I'm going to Ningguo."
"I will accompany you to Ningguo!"
"I'm going to Guangling City in Ningguo to explore the Peach Blossom Island related to the Hidden Gate!"
Ximen Chuihua was suddenly startled, but still said stubbornly: "I will go with you too!"
Bu Jinghong picked up the wine glass again and took a sip, sighing leisurely: "If you are by my side, it will affect the speed of my drawing the sword."
Ximen Chuihua curled up her little mouth, "But if you drink, it will affect your speed of drawing the sword!"
Bu Jinghong looked at the small wine glass in his hand, "So I will only drink a little bit, just a little bit tonight. I will never take a sip of wine again."
"Why is this?"
"because……"
Bu Jinghong raised his head.
Li Chenan saw his chiseled face again, as well as the glimmer of light in his originally soft eyes.
Someone else walked into the patio.
three people!
The two men on the left and right were wearing black brocade clothes and carrying a black scimitar at their waist.
Their hands are on the hilt of the knife at the moment.
But what Bu Jinghong looked at was not the two people, but the person in the middle.
It was a white-haired old man wearing a loose robe.
This old man is very rich.
He has a chubby face and a red face.
But no beard.
Not even one.
He also looked at Bu Jinghong in the pavilion, with a smile on his face, and he walked towards Bu Jinghong.
Just when he was still three feet away from Bu Jinghong, eight experts from the Sifanghui in another pavilion stood up.
took up their weapons.
Came behind the old man.
The other six masters of the Baji Sect seemed to have a backbone at this moment, and they also followed the old man.
Ximen Chuihua turned around and looked, suddenly startled——
"Eunuch Wei?!"
The old man laughed and said, "It's the Zajia family."
"Miss Ximen should know that Bu Jinghong is a prisoner of the imperial court. He did such a big thing in Kyoto. The emperor personally issued a decree and ordered the Za family to come and capture him."
"Xijianlou should not be involved...Miss Ximen, you should stand farther away."
"In addition, it is true that Bu Jinghong is a prodigal, but he intends to go to Ningguo to find that Peach Blossom Island... It is just because Wu Guo has no other place to establish himself, so he intends to seek refuge on Peach Blossom Island."
Ximen Chuihua seemed to be in a dilemma.
Just when she was hesitating, Bu Jinghong stood up, took a step forward, and crossed Ximen Chuihua, only two feet away from Eunuch Wei.
"It has nothing to do with her."
"It has nothing to do with the Sword Cleansing Tower."
"But does Eunuch Wei know why I am here?"
Eunuch Wei looked at Bu Jinghong and asked, "Could it be that you knew that the Zajia family was coming and were waiting for the Zajia family here on purpose?"
"you're right!"
Bu Jinghong nodded and said: "You are a half-step great master, and I am also a low-level martial artist. It sounds like I am much worse than you. But in Dongxu City, I, Bu Jinghong, killed me." Wu'an Hou Chejue...he is also a half-step great master!"
Eunuch Wei's sparse eyebrows raised slightly, "Yes! You are indeed very powerful."
"So powerful that even the Great Master of Chu Tian Ji Chu thinks that you might have seen the Grand Master's door earlier than Miss Xia Hua of Tianyin Pavilion."
"The great minister of Chu admires you very much, but you killed Wu'an Hou Chejue!"
"Marquis Wu'an, what a huge person! Can a prodigal like you kill him?"
"No one can save you!"
"After hearing about this, Master Chu just poured a bowl of wine."
"I didn't drink it. I spilled it on the ground."
"To pay tribute to you, of course I also feel sorry for you."
"In order to kill you, the Zajia family didn't come alone. Not to mention the people behind you, these two are black-clothed envoys from the computer room. They are both at the middle level of the first level. Do you think you can survive?"
"If you really ran away to Ningguo... it would be a bit difficult to take your head, but you didn't run away."
"Conceited people often live short lives."
"I've told you so much just to make you understand."
"It's getting late, so get on your way!"
Eunuch Wei suddenly waved his hand.
At the moment he waved, two black-clothed messengers on his left and right pulled out their swords with a "Clang!"
Scimitar!
The sword is unsheathed and the light of the sword has arrived.
Like two full moons.
Cold moonlight.
Cold as frost.
Like the cold murderous intention coming from the underworld, Bu Jinghong was instantly enveloped!
