Bang, after seeing nothingness and understanding everything, Zhao Lin unfolded the paper fan in his hand again, shook Fuman gently, and looked at nothingness with a faint smile, full of a spring breeze and a kind of confidence.
At this moment, Xianwu couldn't help but feel a horrified feeling in his heart. The man in front of him, who looked as handsome as jade and had a graceful appearance, had a hidden secret under his gentle smile.
Conspiracies and tricks that are difficult for people to detect.
Every movement and expression he makes conceals his inner feelings so well. People who don't know him will be confused by his beautiful appearance, elegant temperament, and pure eyes when they see him for the first time, unable to see that
Hidden under this beautiful mask are bloody fangs.
He didn't know what the purpose of inviting him here today was. Thinking of this, Xianwu's heart suddenly tightened, and he secretly became vigilant, his eyes scanning Zhao Lin's body with some scrutiny.
However, what he scanned was that he was still just an elegant and handsome young man. His extraordinary bearing, his self-cultivation, and his noble demeanor all showed in his every move.
Apart from this, Xianwu could not see any other useful information, and for the Zhao Lin in front of him, whom he had met several times, Xianwu only knew his name. He had a group of subordinates with high martial arts skills, and he was also burdened with
Not weak in martial arts.
Regarding his origin, how deep the power behind him is, and who he is, none of this is known. Military strategists have a saying, "Know the enemy and yourself, and you will win every battle. If you don't know the enemy but know yourself, you will win once."
"One loss", now he can barely be regarded as a confidant, but he knows very little about the other party, it can be said that he knows nothing. In this confrontation, the outcome is mixed.
Even if I don’t know, so what, I just need to know where my advantages lie, never give up my advantages, never leave opportunities for the other side, and even if I don’t win, I won’t lose.
Xingwu Jian's eyebrows straightened up, revealing a domineering aura. He looked at Zhao Lin with sharp eyes, looking straight into his face. The confrontation between the two was like two high mountains facing each other.
Zhao Lin was slightly surprised. Originally, he thought that letting this nothingness know his layout would make him realize how powerful and powerful he was, which would make him feel timid and even surrender. But now it seems that he has underestimated this person.
"Brother Xu is really an extraordinary person. He can do things that ordinary people cannot do, and endure things that ordinary people cannot endure." Zhao Lin said with a smile. What he said was just talking. If nothingness was in his eyes before, it was just a person.
He was just a man of martial arts and strategy, but now he is a man who not only has force and intelligence, but also a strong will.
It is not terrible to have force and intelligence, because there are still various things in this world that can make a person's force weaken and make a person's mind faint, but with a strong heart and an unswerving
Will, this is terrible.
Even if such a person is useless, his life is full of infinite changes and possibilities. If the force is not enough, he can learn it with extraordinary will and hard work. If the intelligence is not enough, you will not see that Wu Xia Amen can still make Lu Lu in three years.
Su looked at him with admiration.
"I wonder if Brother Xu has a place to stay now. If not, there are some free rooms here for Brother Xu to stay. I don't know what Brother Xu wants." Zhao Lin folded the paper fan, put his hands together, and said to
He cupped his hands in vain, his eyes showing sincerity.
Xu Wu raised his brows and pondered for a while before saying: "I just entered the city below, and I really haven't had time to find a place to stay. Since Brother Zhao has a place to live here, you're welcome."
He really had nowhere to go, and he was summoned by Zhao Lin as soon as he entered the city. It can be seen that he was already known by the other party as soon as he entered the city. In this case, he felt calm in his heart, and in his heart
, I still want to know what the other party wants to do with me.
What's more important is that he is an expert and bold man, believing that no one in the world can save him except the sweeping monk. This is a kind of martial artist's self-confidence.
"In this case, I'll let someone take Brother Xu to rest. If Brother Xu doesn't like the food here, you can go out and find a place to eat that you think is satisfactory." Zhao Lin said with a smile.
He stood up, left the table and walked towards the door.
Xianwu was suddenly confused. Zhao Lin didn't come to him for no reason just to say some innocuous words. Was it just to let him have a meal and a room?
The slave in gray clothes who brought Xianwu here before is currently waiting outside the door, firstly to be ready for orders at any time, and secondly to prevent anyone from eavesdropping outside the door, even though several people here are people with outstanding martial arts skills.
, unlikely to be overheard.
"I'll take Young Master Xu to his room to rest later. If Young Master Xu needs anything, you should try your best to help him." After saying that, Zhao Lin took the old man away. There was a soft snap in the distance, and the hand in his hand
The paper fan unfolded again and flew away.
Xuxu's body, who was sitting upright at the table, was stunned for a while. After staying there for a while, the servant outside the door came in and said, "Sir, do you have any instructions?", he said to Xuxu respectfully.
"Bring me another banquet table," Xuwu said calmly.
In fact, the Yi Jin Jing practiced by Xianwu himself is a miraculous skill with extremely healing effects. It can not only heal various internal injuries, but also make people immune to all kinds of poisons, dirt and external evils.
In addition, the Beiming Divine Art also has the same effect. Beiming Qi is like an infinite sea, which can accommodate all kinds of Qi in the world, including poisons. Duan Yu can survive after swallowing poisons. In addition to fighting poison with poison,
The most important one is the Beiming Divine Skill.
Otherwise, no matter how poison is used to fight poison, one side will always be better than the other. The remaining poison is enough to kill Duan Yu, but he survived and became invulnerable to all poisons.
Xingwu possesses the two great magical powers of Yi Jin Jing and Bei Ming. The two coexist in a wonderful state of balance in his body, forming a cycle of incomparable fit.
How could he be afraid of poisons like this? He didn't drink before, but he didn't know Zhao Lin's intention and wanted to give the old man a good slap in the face. Thinking of the old man in the invisible black robe, nothingness
He frowned, a feeling of disgust welling up in his heart.
Soon, the man in gray clothes asked someone to bring a new banquet table. After placing it neatly, he withdrew again and closed the door.
Xianwu sat quietly in the elegant room alone, slowly sipping the wine, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth, then put it down again, silently thinking about something.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. From noon to nightfall, time flies quickly. The moon soon hangs high in the night sky again, and the bright moonlight falls from the window and shines on my clothes.
Xianwu was sitting cross-legged in the room prepared for him by the man in gray. He had been meditating inside and had never gone out. The man in gray seemed to be standing outside.
The moon was at the top of the sky, the night was already deep, the entire Dali capital was very quiet, and every household in the capital had fallen into a deep sleep.
In this quiet night, you can even hear bursts of breathing and snoring, and occasionally there is the sound of a dog barking. I wonder if the gentleman from Liang Shang sneaked into the house at night.
Suddenly, Xianwu opened his eyes and turned to look outside the door. The man in gray had already left, perhaps to rest, or perhaps he also knew that there was no point in staying behind.
Xu Wu got up and got out of bed, walked to the window, and slowly opened the window. He glanced outside a few times, brushed his eyes, and rushed out. There was a soft popping sound, and the window was already closed.
It closed automatically.
In the dark night, his figure swayed extremely fast. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared, like a black lightning flashing in the night sky.
clatter
A figure flashed, appearing abruptly on the eaves of a corner, standing firmly on tiptoes, like a straight javelin standing on top.
His eyes swept across the dark night, as if two lasers were scanning everything around him. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on an open space not far away, where a person stood.
At the mid-point of the moon, the gleaming stagnant water was shining down, and a slender figure stood there, with long black hair hanging down his back. He stood tall and straight, as if he had descended from an immortal to earth.
He was holding a paper fan in his hand, shaking it gently, and his clothes were fluttering. Zhao Lin was a mysterious and good young man. Where did he come from, where was he going, what was he thinking in his heart, was it holy innocence or trickery and darkness?
coexist.
Wuwu stood on the eaves, looking straight at him. In that private room during the day, Zhao Lin unfolded his paper fan twice and made two crisp sounds. Before leaving, he heard another voice outside the door.
There was one sound, three in total.
At that time, Xianwu was still wondering why Zhao Lin came to him and left without saying anything. Hearing the sound before leaving, his heart suddenly became enlightened. Why did he think that he felt so similar to the three keys struck by Sun Wukong when he was studying Dharma with Patriarch Bodhi?
So similar.
So he stayed in the room meditating, waiting for time to pass. When the moon was at the top of the sky and everyone had fallen asleep, he secretly came out of the room at midnight.
After searching around for a few times, he saw Zhao Lin standing there alone, waiting for him. Wuwu did not go down immediately, but watched quietly from a distance.
Why does he want to be so mysterious? Even if he wants to talk secretly at three o'clock, why doesn't he just say it directly and insist on using a paper fan to transmit the message? Does he still want to test himself?
Or maybe he didn't want other people to know what happened tonight. Who were the other people? A figure suddenly appeared in Xianwu's heart, the old man in black robes, always with a sinister smile.dd