() "True identity? Sister, what are you talking about?" Huang Ying looked at Mo Mei in confusion and said in confusion, "He is a practitioner, and his cultivation level is not low. His eyes are full of destructive power.
I saw sadness, forbearance, and compassion before killing people." Mo Mei said softly, although her voice was soft, it had a heavy meaning, which made Chen Yunsheng feel solemn.
"Who are you? If you can see through my Wutu Qi Gathering Technique, I'm afraid you are not an ordinary woman." Chen Yunsheng asked carefully. So many years of life and death training have made him more and more sensitive. Only in this way can he not lose his life. After all,
There are too many things in the world that can kill a monk, no matter what level of cultivation he has reached.
"Hmph. I'm just an ordinary actor in the Louvre. As far as I know, there are no less than ten people here who can see through you. We women deal with men all day long, so naturally we have to see clearly who they are. As for me
Whether the cultivator and I are working in the Louvre, these two things are not contradictory in themselves."
As she spoke, the woman gently placed the paintbrush in her hand on the inkstone. She leaned down and blew the ink that had not completely dried on the rice paper with her breath. The moment she leaned over, the black gauze on her chest hung down gently, and the
The two groups of snow-white nephrite are more exposed, and there is a faint hint of light pink, which is dizzying and makes people think.
Chen Yunsheng pondered for a while and said silently: "Originally, I wanted to get the news in a way that seemed to be good for everyone. But you are so smart that I can't continue to pretend. In this case, let's talk openly and honestly.
, I want to know the current guests of Baozhu. This is not a discussion, but an order. You must tell me."
Chen Yunsheng did not move, but Ling Hanyu had gently moved to the corner. This direction was easier for him to draw his sword, which could kill him with one blow, and it was easier to block the exit of the room.
Mo Mei frowned slightly, her eyebrows like distant mountains, gently lifted the rice paper on the table, and hung it on a felt pad that had been prepared on the wall. The fluff on the felt pad was very long, which could absorb the rice paper very well.
good.
She gently stroked the surface of the rice paper with her ten fingers, and the painting was firmly attached to the felt pad. The woman shook her head and flashed aside. Chen Yunsheng couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the pattern on the painting.
It's a unicorn with splashes of ink.
The painting of Qilin is quite freehand, but it looks like a divine horse. There is a hint of killing in its eyes, which makes people shudder.
"In the Louvre, I have never heard of a monk who dared to take action unless he didn't want to live anymore." Mo Mei said disdainfully.
"You can give it a try." Chen Yunsheng said quietly.
The four people were anxious in the room, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The four breathing methods showed that the four people practiced different techniques. Chen Yunsheng's was long and distant. Huang Ying's was fine and rhythmic.
Ling Hanyu is long and short, very strange. And the strangest thing is Mo Mei, who barely breathes at all and is as quiet as a corpse.
"Are you threatening?" Mo Mei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said.
"You can think of it this way." Chen Yunsheng replied. For some reason, he felt that the woman's hostility was gone. We were chatting around the stove in the Xiangnuan Pavilion at night, Mr. Chen, are you interested in the affairs of the three of us and want to join us?"
Mo Mei changed her reserve and actually teased Chen Yunsheng.
Although the words were full of teasing, it shocked Chen Yunsheng. Two things that happened today made him feel more and more surprised. If Hongluan could be forgiven for knowing his identity, then this stranger
How did the woman know her last name?
He looked at the portrait of Qilin carefully, and after a while he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Mei, and murmured: "I have never told anyone about this Qilin. Are you a black-bone person?"
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"I don't know who Hei Gu is. If you want to kill someone, just go ahead and don't implicate the two of us." Mo Mei said hurriedly.
"Sister Mo Mei, they are actually going to kill people. It's too scary." Huang Ying had a look of horror on her face.
"Little girl, don't make a sound. They only kill the people who deserve to be killed, and it has nothing to do with us." Mo Mei comforted her calmly.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yunsheng became more suspicious. He felt like a chess piece, opening and closing on the chessboard, but there was a huge net behind him. He could not escape from the net with every step he took, or maybe
Every step he takes pushes the net to expand in one direction.
But he didn't have time to think so much. The most important thing now was not the analysis, but to kill that damn Pixiu. The two came out of the Osmanthus Nut Pavilion and went straight to the stairs. Although they didn't know which floor the Chun Xiang Nuan Pavilion was on, they must have
Above.
The stairs were very wide. Along the way, some drunken passers-by hurriedly passed by Chen Yunsheng. After going up three floors, he finally found the entrance to the thermal pavilion at a corner.
When he came to the door, Chen Yunsheng released his energy and consciousness, and the scene inside the door was clearly displayed in his mind. A woman was sitting on the man's body, doing something happy and happy.
Chen Yunsheng silently took three steps back, then suddenly flew out with a kick, knocking down the door with huge force. His figure flashed, and he resolutely threw himself into the room. The magnetism in his left hand turned into a big hand and threw the woman away, and the five fingers on his right hand
The golden threads flickered like countless blades, cutting a mahogany bed into pieces.
The man on the bed jumped naked behind the bed, barely dodging a blow. Between life and death, he became much more agile. He had no time to put on clothes, let alone cast spells, so he patted the Tianling when he was in danger.
A pale light surrounded Chen Yunsheng.
This is not a common flying sword in Sitian Pavilion. Sitian Pavilion monks who have reached the golden elixir stage have the right to obtain a magic weapon that is different from the standard equipment. Pixiu's natal weapon is a handleless short sword.
Although the sword is not a good product, it is not bad in Sitian Pavilion.
Chen Yunsheng's golden threads quickly wrapped around the flying sword. At first, the flying sword could cut one or two golden threads, but later they were entangled into rice dumplings, struggling desperately in the sky, like a bird leaving the water.
The fish have basically lost their combat effectiveness.
Pixiu felt that his flying sword was not obeying his command, and he couldn't help being frightened. When he saw that the other party was guarding the door, he hurriedly slammed his fat body against the back wall, only to hear a crash, and a wall was hit by him.
fall.
It must be noted that although the cultivation level of a cultivator and the means of killing are interdependent, they are not directly related. However, there is a kind of person in Sitian Pavilion. Although he is keen on improving his cultivation level, he is not very
Loves to think about how to kill people.
These people usually hide behind the huge Sitian Pavilion organization, rely on their own connections and brains to act, and do some clerical work away from fighting. For them, improving their cultivation is to live longer, and practice
Killing people is just a waste of time and does no good to you.
If they want to kill anyone, they only need to twist their lips and write, and naturally a huge organization will work for them. Obviously, Pixiu is such a person. Apart from the symbolic flying sword of his destiny, he has no other talents.
Although he still had several magic weapons and talismans with good defensive effects on him, the most terrible thing was that when he was free just now, he took off all the rings he carried and put them on the bedside.
With no time to care about the severe pain in his shoulder, Pi Xiu jumped out of the hole in the collapsed wall, and Chen Yunsheng followed him in a flash of light. Ling Hanyu kicked the Naxu Ring that Pi Xiu had placed on the table in his arms and followed.
Baozhu pressed her back against the wall and felt a chill. Looking at the mess in the room, she was dumbfounded. Everything happened too suddenly and ended in two breaths. She even suspected that it was a dream. The raindrops were falling on her.
The night was still a little chilly. The flying sword magic weapon was taken away, and he didn't know the Five Elements Escape Technique. Pixiu could only run forward along a muddy back street. The mud kept slapping on his calves, thighs and buttocks.
Like pigs playing in the mud.
But who can connect a dignified golden elixir monk with a dirty pig? Chen Yunsheng moved against the wind and came to Pixiu in two breaths. Countless golden threads gathered in front of him, forming a
A huge awl with an extremely sharp tip, which reached Pixiu's nose.
The golden elixir monk gave up his resistance, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "This is a misunderstanding. It is definitely a misunderstanding. I am the manager of Sitian Pavilion. If you let me go, the spiritual stones and treasures will be lost."
I will give it to you. Don’t you just want spiritual stones? I have them, and they are all at home, as long as you don’t kill me.”
Chen Yunsheng glanced at him with pity. Gaining some encouragement from the other party's eyes, Pi Xiu kowtowed more diligently, and the promises in his mouth were richer, including many things that Chen Yunsheng had never heard of.
"I come from the mountains in the south, where countless souls who died in vain are buried. I appear in the dark night like a jackdaw, bringing judgment and death. Time can erase memories, take away lives, and extinguish souls, but it cannot take them away.
That heavy hatred, please rest in peace."
Chen Yunsheng's voice was like chanting. Although it was superimposed with the sound of rain, it still spread far in the quiet night. Ling Hanyu next to him looked anxious. He wanted to rush forward and kill Pi Xiu with a sword. This is Sitian Pavilion
In the hinterland, who knows whether hundreds of monks will swarm the two men at the next moment and chop them into pieces.
Pixiu raised his head, and rainwater kept dripping from his fat chin. The huge awl suddenly fell and penetrated his head. A layer of blood red was suddenly added to the rainwater, dripping on the ground.
Gathered into a stream.
Pixiu's body slumped down, and the bloody stream flowed by his side, winding towards the direction of the Louvre. Two mice smelled the smell of blood, and braved the rain to get out of the dirty puddles on the street.