01

The door to the room is closed tightly.

Although it was drizzling outside, it was very warm inside the room.

Xiao Leixue stood in front of the window, listening to the sound of rain outside.

Drizzle can bring the chill of late autumn, but it can't stop the fiery feelings in a person's heart.

At this moment, Xiao Leixue's heart was the hottest.

There is always only one path in his life, and on this path, he cannot stop, let alone turn back, even if the road ahead is colder than winter.

Monk Hua looked at Xiao Leixue standing by the window, shook his bald head, and used the tongs in his hand to stir up the charcoal fire in the stove basin.

The water on the shelf is already very hot, the wine in the jug is already warm, and a strong smell of wine wafts out of the room, and the strong liquor is like a tearful heart at this moment.

Just take a sip and the heat will explode again.

The cloak on his body has been taken off, and he looks particularly energetic in his long gown. His hands are behind his back, and his fingers are clasped tightly.

Every finger seems to be telling a story, and in every story there must be a legend that is admirable.

"Although I don't know how to thank you, I know that you are my friends." Xiao Lei said to the window.

Monk Hua didn't answer, and the man lying on the bed coughed.

With just a turn of his feet, Xiao Leixue arrived in front of the bed, looked at the man on the bed with kind eyes, and gently moved the quilt covering him with his hand.

"What are you doing?" It was Xiao Leixue's voice again, with a hint of sobs in his tone.

"Since we have been old friends for decades, why do we need to say these things?" The man did not speak, and Monk Hua replied.

"Old friend?" Xiao Leixue glanced at Monk Hua, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his fiery heart instantly froze to the extreme.

Seeing his expression, Monk Hua couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He thought of Zhang Fan and also of Shadow.

Xiao Leixue's gaze was like a knife at this moment, as if he wanted to penetrate into everyone's heart and take a closer look. Is there any bright red blood flowing in his friend's heart?

"You must be thinking about the shadow?" said the flower monk.

Xiao Leixue sighed and said: "We have already left, so what's the use of bringing it up?"

Monk Hua was silent for a long time and then said: "Maybe one day he will come back."

The swordsman no longer has a sword in his hand. The swordsman without a sword is only sad. He will never have a murderous sword in his hand.

Xiao Leixue interrupted him and said slowly: "I know, I hope that one day, he will cheer up again. Failure is not an excuse to give up."

"If I don't take action, Zhang Fan will definitely not believe me." Monk Hua explained, feeling a little shabby in his heart.

A person hides too deeply. A sword can only kill a person, but it cannot peel off his hypocritical appearance, no matter what the purpose of this person's hiding is.

Monk Hua's heart is a little depressed. As long as there is shadow or loneliness, the sword in their hands pierces his heart, and he will always bear the name of a traitor.

There is only one person who can't. He will never pull out his sword easily. He is also Xiao Leixue's friend. He will definitely not be able to catch his sword. If he encounters this person and pulls out his sword, he will not change.

Gotta be so lucky.

During these days, I was like a ghost who couldn't see the sun. I could only run away desperately, unable to explain to others or let others catch me.

Because Xiao Leixue is the Ghost King, only by betraying him can his opponent trust him, even though the price is a bit too high. "Actually, you are better than he pretends to be. Sometimes I believe this is a fact." Xiao Leixue smiled bitterly.

One sound.

Monk Hua looked at Xiao Leixue for a moment and then said, "Do you really think so?"

"The moment we were in the West Village, I began to suspect that I just felt sorry for Liu Mazi." Xiao said with tears.

"Have you always suspected Zhang Fan?" Monk Hua asked.

"Besides loneliness, when you meet a ghost, he will never leave a single person alive in his hands." Xiao Leiixue sighed.

A person who wants to hide himself will always have a cold heart. He will never allow any accident to happen. Even a look in his eyes may betray him.

Monk Hua suddenly felt that his old friend was so great. Not only could he analyze everyone with the most meticulous heart, but he could also influence everyone with the most passionate heart.

It's a pity that Zhang Fan didn't do it, and he didn't do it until his death. He only believed in his own judgment. It was his overconfidence that made him lose himself.

"Do you also care about the sword in Li Qing's hand?" Xiao Leixue suddenly asked.

Monk Hua did not hesitate and answered quickly, "Of course."

"You want it too?" Xiao Leixue asked again.

"Of course." Hua Monk replied.

"If this sword were let go from you now, would you definitely take it away?" Xiao Leixue asked again.

"No." Monk Hua answered simply.

Xiao Leixue was slightly startled and immediately asked: "Why?"

Monk Hua smiled "hehehe" and said: "I am the boss of Wanhua Building. I also like women. I can't keep all the women in my room every night just because I like them."

This reason seemed very reasonable. Xiao Leixue did not refute it, but just smiled.

"When are you going to leave?" Monk Hua asked.

"Of course the sooner the better, I feel relieved that the scholar will stay with you." Xiao Leixue walked to the door and opened it.

"The wine is already warm, why don't you have a drink before leaving?" Monk Hua looked at the warm wine.

Xiao Leixin put on his cloak and didn't look back, "If Li Qing is here, he definitely doesn't want to drink. He must also be thinking about someone?"

"Who?" Monk Hua asked.

"Xiao Yulou." The person has already left.

It was still raining heavily outside Wanhua Tower, and the night was also very cold.

02

Li Qing's eyes dimmed and his brows furrowed tightly. He really didn't want to hear this sentence. Everyone can imagine the consequences of this sentence.

But since someone has said it, they will definitely pay the price.

This is a bloody world, and no one is willing to swallow their anger. They are always full of passion.

The blind man's pole fell hard to the ground, and he said: "Carpenter, I seem to hear a dog barking."

"The meat of this dog is not delicious at all. Even the beggars on the street will not eat it." The carpenter was very humorous.

"Why?" the blind man asked.

The carpenter looked at the standing man, and then said to the blind man: "What will you become if you eat the meat of a mad dog?"

"It must be a mad dog too." A smile appeared on the blind man's face, but it was very gloomy. The man quickly continued: "Carpenter, do you know how many dogs I have killed in my life?"

"I eat one every winter, and by this year there should be fifteen." said the carpenter.

"Actually, it's time to eat dog meat. You may be unlucky this time." The blind man smoothed his hair around his ears.

Li Qing couldn't help but smile softly when he saw the blind man's ears moving up and down. The blind man's reaction was too fast. He tilted his head slightly to one side and smiled happily on his eyeless face, but he didn't speak to Li Qing.

.

"I have always been very lucky. Although there is no dog meat to eat, I smell good wine here." The carpenter said with a smile.

"A drinking friend will definitely treat us to a glass of good wine. He is a generous person." The blind man did not move, but Li Qing knew that these words were meant for him.

Although his eyes were blind, his ears could hear any slight changes. From his laughter, the blind man must have known that the person drinking here was Li Qing.

People can be bullied, but not insulted.

Insults can make a person impulsive and even make an angry person crazy.

Not only did the standing man come in without a drink, but he was also humiliated by others. The man's face turned red all over.

The moment the blood hits the brain, anyone will become crazy. At this moment, the man is already crazy.

He turned his palm, and there was wind in his sharp palm. This was a strong wind that could kill people, and it struck the standing blind man.

Li Qing had seen the blind man take action, and he couldn't bear it. He knew that although the man's palm could smash a wine jar, he could definitely kill the blind man.

The blind man didn't move, nor did the pathfinding pole in his hand. The man who rushed over fell on his shoulder with his hand.

Of course the person who was knocked away was not blind, and the strength of the man's palm was certainly not very weak. When it fell on the blind man's shoulder, the blind man's shoulder only moved slightly.

The man flew back, his left hand grabbed his right wrist, and his right hand kept trembling.

Suddenly there was a heavy cough on the table. The man held back his pain and retreated to the side of the table.

The man wearing a bamboo hat on the table just coughed and said nothing, but the man immediately lowered his head.

It was as if when the person in front of him made a sound, he didn't dare to vent his anger.

"Go and apologize to them." The man wearing a bamboo hat said in a hoarse but powerful voice.

The man hesitated for a moment.

He raised his feet and was about to walk in front of the blind man and the carpenter, but his feet suddenly stopped because he saw a person walking into the Zuixian Tower, and the man stepped back.
To be continued...