Sunset on the top of the mountain, twilight is coming, the distant horizon is shining with the afterglow of the setting sun, the dim sunlight is spread on the wide and deserted streets, occasionally naughty children can be seen, hugging their father who has been working hard outside for a day at the door, rough

The big hand touched the child's tender face, and the weather-beaten face showed a happy smile. The street vendors also dragged their exhausted skins, slowly packed up the goods in front of them, and ended their ordinary day in a hurry.

The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. Two figures walked slowly on the dim street, one tall, one short. The afterglow shone slantly on the blurry figures, drawing two long shadows on the ground.

, gradually getting closer, I saw that the originally blurry figure gradually became clear, a taller young man, dressed in silk black clothes, carrying a long sword on his back, one was thin and had a beard, he seemed to be a man in Tsing Yi, but

Those eyes are extremely beautiful, as clear and bright as moonlight.

Slowly reaching out, feeling the fading sunlight, Xiao Yueming smiled slightly, seeming to remember what Su Lan said in Baiyue Tower, and couldn't help but ask softly:

"Brother Su, that day at Baiyue Pavilion, Er Mazi and I said that we would fight our way through the world with swords and gain a place in this martial arts world. Did you say that you would conquer the world with me? Do you remember that?"

When asked this question, Xiao Yueming's heart did not waver at all, even though he was on the bank of Juyang River, fighting the master of life and death, he actually became a little nervous at this time.

Su Lan walked beside Xiao Yueming, admiring the surrounding scenery, thinking back to herself, it seemed that it was indeed true. It was just a drunken conversation that day, but now that Xiao Yueming mentioned it, Su Lan was also secretly thinking about "this person walking"

I'm afraid the world of martial arts is a bit boring. Having this dead man as a companion can also add some fun."

"Well, I did say that it sounds extremely interesting for these three people to travel together."

Su Lan's beautiful eyes moved and her tone was calm.

Hearing this, Xiao Yueming couldn't help but smile gently. The original nervousness completely disappeared with Su Lan's agreement. Neither of them said a word, just walking quietly on the gradually darkening street.

One step, two steps, a hundred steps... Su Lan stopped slowly and looked up. The last dim and dark sky was no longer visible. There was only a moon that exuded a deserted look. She bowed her hand towards Xiao Yueming. Su Lan bowed.

Farewell: "Brother Xiao, that's it for today. Let's see Brother Qian Yun off together tomorrow."

After Su Lanxing cupped his hands, he turned around slowly. Xiao Yueming's head, which had been bowed in salute, slowly lifted up. Under the mahogany plaque of Yunlin Inn, there was a slender figure in green clothes, slightly lost in thought, Xiao Yueming

Subconsciously speaking:

"Wait a moment!"

Su Lan paused and turned his head in confusion, with a look of confusion in his clear eyes.

Touching his sleeves, Xiao Yueming took out a wooden box, which was the hairpin he won during the day's guessing. He walked forward slowly and put the wooden box in Su Lan's arms. Xiao Yue smiled and said,

His angular face was extremely handsome and he said:

"Brother Su, this Jinxiang Xiangyun Hairpin was won by you and me together. How can it be reasonable for the next person to take it all for himself? However, this hairpin is a dead thing and cannot be divided into two halves. This time I will give it to Su.

Brother, but Brother Su, please remember that you owe me half of this hairpin."

Holding the wooden box with both hands, the wooden box was not heavy, but it had a slight coolness. Su Lan was a little stunned, and responded in an inaudible voice:

"Okay, okay...".

Ignoring Su Lan who was standing at the door, Xiao Yueming took one last look, then turned and left, her figure gradually disappearing into the night.

After Xiao Yueming disappeared completely, Su Lan finally recovered and quickly opened the door of the inn.

Xiao Yueming returned to the house, took off his clothes casually, sat cross-legged on the bed, and prepared to start practicing his internal strength. Although he was extremely busy these days, Xiao Yueming never slacked off for a day. As the saying goes, you can only practice one day a day.

If you don't practice for a day, you will be empty for ten days. The way of martial arts is not only to compete with the innate qualifications, but more importantly, to study hard and practice hard, to accumulate little and add up, and finally achieve the great path of martial arts.

The internal force is running, looking at the acupuncture points and meridians all over the body, feeling the gradually growing internal force cultivation, Xiao Yueming's heart is calm, and he is filled with a sense of fulfillment, as if his self-confidence increases with every improvement in his cultivation.

Unlike Xiao Yueming, Su Lan had a regular schedule on weekdays, but tonight for some reason, her heart was in a mess and she couldn't sleep.

After some struggle, Su Lan suddenly sat up. Her beautiful face, which had taken off her fake beard, showed an angry look. She hit the silk quilt with her fists, making the bed make a thumping sound. Then she slapped her head all over.

The green hair was in a mess, and she shook her head. Su Lan got up and got out of bed, walked to the tea table, lit the oil lamp with a fire stick, and the light gradually dispelled the darkness around her.

Sitting at the tea table, Su Lan dragged her white chin with one hand, like a green jade hand, and slowly opened the wooden box on the table. Looking at the exquisite hairpin in the wooden box, Su Lan's mind gradually emerged

A handsome man in black appeared, his beautiful eyes a little dull. Su Lan just stared at the golden Xiangyun Chai in front of her, as if she had forgotten the flow of time.

Passed away, as if he had lost his spirit.

The night covered everything in a dark coat. The suburbs of Baiyue County were full of dark, damp and intricate narrow paths. At this time, a white object flew in the distant sky, slowly

It slowly landed outside an inconspicuous dilapidated house.

Most of the courtyard wall of the house has collapsed, and through the yellowed paper windows, the dim yellow light of the oil lamp can still be seen.

"Crack~"

The door was pushed open, and a black figure walked out quickly, grabbed the white object in his hand, and then quickly returned to the house.

There are several dishes on the old tables and chairs, three meat and one vegetarian. A man dressed as a farmer is sitting on a wooden stool with a solemn expression. He is holding a snow-white homing pigeon in his hand and taking off the note from the pigeon's leg.

, after confirming that it was correct, he placed the note on the oil lamp. The hot flames enveloped the note, and it instantly turned into a ball of fly ash.

After burning the note, the man dressed as a farmer walked to the back room and slowly opened the bedroom door. The dim light gradually dissipated some of the darkness in the room as the door opened. The door was completely pushed open, and the man dressed as a farmer slowly opened the door.

The man stood at the door and said in a low voice:

"Quan Anwu, you are asked to assassinate someone. I will help you arrange two helpers. If this is successful, I will supply you with twice the amount of medicine."

The person in the famous work Quan Anwu is a middle-aged man, huddled in the corner of the room, with an ordinary appearance, a bit skinny, and sallow eyes. When he first heard that he was needed to assassinate someone, Quan Anwu looked dull, as if this kind of thing happened all the time.

It happened, and he was already numb. But when the assassination was successful, when the amount of medicine was doubled, Quan Anwu's originally dull eyes suddenly glowed, and then he slowly opened his mouth. Listening to his voice, his throat seemed to be on fire.

It's ordinary, hoarse and unpleasant:

"What you said is true?"

The man dressed as a farmer smiled contemptuously, but did not answer Quan Anwu's question, as if he was disdainful:

"Just wait, I will notify you when there is news."

After the man finished speaking, he took out a brown pill from his pocket and threw it towards Quan Anwu as if throwing food to a dog.

When Quan Anwu saw the other party throwing the brown pill, he was really like a dog, rolling and crawling and swallowed the pill into his mouth.
Chapter completed!