Night, Fugui Tavern.
As usual, Li Ergou chose a corner by himself and drank wine.
The business of the tavern was tepid, and several tables of drinkers were chatting and drinking with a few side dishes. Shopkeeper Liu Fugui sat at the counter with his head lowered and didn't know what he was looking at. The errand boy was sitting by the door, smoking a cigarette.
There is also a storyteller grandfather and grandson in the store. The old man sits on a bench and takes a sip of tea on the table from time to time. The little girl sat quietly aside, holding a bulging cloth bag in her arms.
Li Ergou yawned. Today, the grandfather and grandson talked about "Three Kingdoms" all afternoon, but they didn't get any reward.
The Fenglai Tower opposite was still brightly lit, with singing and dancing. One by one, the richly dressed dignitaries walked in with a cheerful face and greeted the familiar singer familiarly, or walked out drunk, reluctant to say goodbye to the beautiful lady who had just walked in the doorway.
Li Ergou was also a little bored, so he waved to the old man who was also sitting idle.
When the old man saw this, he came over with some surprise, saluted and said, "What orders does this officer have?"
Li Ergou motioned him to sit down, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "How did you know I was on duty?"
"When I was young, I traveled all over the country and saw a lot of things in the world. I relied on these eyes to remember people." The old man pointed at the eyes and continued, "When I entered Chang'an, I saw the official's face at the top of the city. I didn't dare to Forget. I can also learn the art of fortune-telling, if you want me to..."
Li Ergou interrupted him with a wave of his hand and said, "I heard a piece of music yesterday. I don't know what it's called. I'll hum a few words and you can help me listen to what it is."
The old man quickly put down his wine glass and listened carefully to his humming.
Li Ergou had just finished humming two lines when the old man said, "This is the famous guqin song "The Grudge of Nagato". It was written by a resentful woman who was betrayed and abandoned by her husband in the past. It contains too much meaning that is difficult to understand."
Li Ergou seemed to be thinking about something while holding the wine glass. In fact, he didn't drink before, but she loved drinking, so he often came here with her for a few sips. But now, this is just a habit.
The old man picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then said, "There are so many crazy men and resentful women in this world. There is so much confusion about love. Who can explain it clearly?"
Li Ergou drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up and left. He paid for the drink at the counter and went out.
People are still coming and going on the streets, and the liveliness of Feng Lai House will not be closed just because a few ladies caught their husbands having fun and drinking at the door.
Li Ergou was walking minding his own business. The moon was very big and round, illuminating his somewhat lonely shadow. The excitement belongs to others, and he owns nothing.
Yuzhou.
Yuzhou is the most vast state among the nine states. The governor of Yuzhou, Li Muzhi, has always been indifferent to the Jianghu sects. This also makes Yuzhou have the most Jianghu sects among the Nine states. Among them, Tianxian Pavilion, which has grown rapidly in recent years, is located in northern Yuzhou, but no one knows the true location of Tianxian Pavilion. All I know is that there is an eighth-grade woman under his sect, who defeated the entire martial arts competition in the last martial arts competition and won the position of leader of the martial arts alliance.
This is a basin surrounded by mountains. There are many pavilions in the basin, and men and women in colorful clothes come and go from time to time.
At this time, on a hilltop outside, a man in black was hiding on the top of a tall ancient tree, carefully peering into the basin, and drawing something on the drawing paper in his hand.
He was cautious in every move he made, and from time to time he listened carefully to what was going on around him. As soon as there is any disturbance, stop the action and hide.
What he drew on the drawing paper was the basin in front of him, and he would soon finish the drawing, leaving only the farthest tower that had not yet been drawn. He was a little anxious and a little excited. He found the location of the Tianxian Pavilion and finished the painting immediately. With this credit, he was able to leap over the dragon gate, join the great sect, and prospered from then on. He squinted his eyes, and his eyes emitted a faint purple light. This was a secret skill of his sect, which allowed him to see clearly and far away. But now he did not care about the consumption of internal energy and used all his strength.
His sect is just a small and unpopular sect in Yuzhou. Like many small sects, he was forced by the big sects in Yuzhou to find the location of Tianxian Pavilion, which is now the largest sect in the world.
The major sects are very curious and fearful of this mysterious and powerful Tianxian Pavilion. Although it appears to be an eighth-grade expert on the surface, all the major sects want to know how strong it is secretly.
In fact, the major sects are not very interested in this false reputation of being number one. Not only because the tree is big and attracts the wind, but for large sects like them, false reputations are nothing but passing clouds. On the contrary, they want to hide their strength, continue and develop the sect.
The major sects all know each other well. Qingcheng Mountain in Yongzhou and Putuo Mountain in Jingzhou are both sects that existed during the ancient demon period. They have experienced bloody battles between humans and demons. Therefore, even if the demon clan is declining now, Qingcheng Mountain is weak. , and no one has any idea of Qingcheng Mountain. Because the major sects know the details of Qingcheng Mountain and know that it is destined to decline step by step.
However, now a Tianxian Pavilion has appeared. You must know that there are not many eighth-grade masters in the world. They are either old antiques living in seclusion in the mountains or forests, or retired elders of an ancient sect. The rivers and lakes are huge, and each mountain is higher than the other. The Jianghu is also very small, and once you enter, it is difficult to get out.
"Have you finished the painting?"
A cold female voice came.
"It's just a little bit close. Why bother? Are you annoying?"
The man in black responded impatiently that he had been here for two days. Although I have the internal strength to resist mosquito infestation, it is very uncomfortable to stay here all the time.
"Don't be anxious, draw slowly, draw slowly..."
The female voice became deeper and deeper, and the man in black shivered, feeling a chill coming from his back. The next moment, a jade hand covered in blood came out of his chest. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and blood kept pouring out.
"Which number is this?" A beautiful woman with fair skin and a white dress shook off the blood on her hands and chuckled, "I don't even remember."
Ignoring the body of the man in black on the ground, the woman in white skirt picked up the drawing paper on the ground, looked at it, and said, "Tsk, the painting is so ugly, it really insults our Tianxian Pavilion."
After saying that, he waved his hand towards the corpse, and the drawing paper broke into countless pieces in the air, piercing deeply into the corpse like a sharp knife, and the blood slowly soaked into the dead leaves and soil on the ground.
The woman turned around and disappeared into the forest, and the forest became peaceful again.
Tianxian Pavilion.
There is a small pavilion on the high tower, where a young man with a square face and an average appearance is practicing his sword seriously. Although it was the most ordinary Thirteen Sword Styles, he was very precise and meticulous in every move. Next to him, a girl with delicate features and delicate features was leaning against the pavilion pillar, drooling from the corner of her mouth, sleeping soundly.
The late sunshine was scattered carelessly, and soon it was shining on the sleeping girl. The girl yawned and rubbed her eyes, seemingly not yet awake.
"I've met the Pavilion Master and Deputy Pavilion Master."
I saw the woman in the white dress slowly walking towards the small pavilion, saluting the young man practicing swordsmanship and the girl who had just woken up.
"Shiyin, what's the matter? Hurry and finish, so I can go back to sleep." The girl yawned again, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said.
Shiyin straightened the sleeves of her long skirt and said calmly, "Recently, there have been a lot of guests around our Tianxian Pavilion, and we killed a few more today."
"Just kill, kill anyone who comes uninvited. Anyway, those who come are not good. Oh, by the way, it seems that in their eyes, we are the ones who come."
There was a trace of murderous intent in the girl's clear eyes, and there was also a sinister meaning hidden in her words.
When Shiyin heard this, she was also startled. The deputy pavilion master in front of her seemed to be transformed into a Rakshasa, and the murderous aura on his body was so heavy that she couldn't breathe. But this murderous intention only lasted for a moment, and the next moment, the girl still looked that lazy.
"Okay, if you have nothing else to do, don't disturb my sleep anymore." The girl waved impatiently and said.
Shiyin bowed her head and said yes, and left respectfully.
The young man was still minding his own business as usual, immersed in sword practice. The wooden sword in his hand is simple and heavy, with a sense of vicissitudes of time as it is wielded.
"Han idiot, you said that you spend all your time hanging around like me, eating and drinking, and you don't know how to work, so you just practice your sword every day, and I haven't seen anything good from you after practicing." Gu Xun'er looked at it with interest. The young man said.
Three years ago, she brought Han Xuan to Tianxian Pavilion, and made Han Xuan, a showman with no inner strength and only a swordsmanship, the master of Tianxian Pavilion. Although the entire sect was puzzled and dissatisfied, no one dared to reason with her eighth-level cultivation.
Han Xuan stayed for a moment, stopped practicing his sword, and turned to clasping his fists and saluting, "Thank you so much, Miss Gu, for your kindness. I will be useful to Han in the future, but please be frank, Han will go through fire and water, and he will do so without any hesitation."
Gu Xun'er covered her mouth and chuckled, "How can you help me with such little cultivation. But..."
Han Xuan curiously met Gu Xun'er's red phoenix eyes, which flickered with confusion, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
"However, I also lack an errand boy who can serve tea and meals. From now on, you can be my errand boy." Gu Xun'er stood up, stretched, turned around and said, "From now on, I'll call you Han Errand Boy. Now, you have to run faster for me."
Han Xuan said solemnly, "Since Miss Gu has spoken, Han will definitely agree."
Gu Xun'er looked at Han Xuan's side face under the setting sun and said with a smile, "Okay, Han is running errands, and he's almost done with his sword practice today. Let's go, I'll take you to dinner!"
The two walked slowly against the sunset, their shadows intertwined, overlapping and indistinguishable.
On the street of Tianxian Pavilion, Shiyin was sitting alone in a restaurant drinking wine.
Although Tianxian Pavilion is a sect, there are still merchants and shops doing business here. On weekdays, it is for the disciples to relax after practicing, and it is not out of touch with the world. There are not many disciples in Tianxian Pavilion. They are all young men with excellent qualifications selected by the elders of the sect who travel around every year.
"Great Elder."
A man in black robe walked to Shiyin's table.
"sit down."
Shiyin said without raising her head.
The man sat down respectfully and said, "I have two things to report to the Great Elder this time. The first thing is that our people have arrived at Yumen Pass, but the government people did not welcome us, so we lost a lot of people. In addition, we have lost a lot of people. , a lot of people from Chang’an also came.”
The man carefully glanced at Shiyin, who was still expressionless, and then said, "The second thing is that Wang Fu is back."
Shiyin raised her head, stared at him and said, "Continue."
"Wang Fu said that he and Wang Gui met Wang Daofan at Fenglai Tower. Wang Daofan's strength was unfathomable and he severely injured them with one move. Wang Gui covered him to escape and was probably dead. Wang Fu was seriously injured and has been sent to hospital now. Went to Ghost Doctor Valley.”
After hearing this, Shiyin waved for him to leave. If the man was released, he saluted and left in a hurry.
Shiyin looked at the sake in the cup, wondering what she was thinking.
