Yin Jue glanced at him, a smile appeared on his gentle face, pointed at the man's pale temples, shook his head and sighed.
"Yu Qingkuang, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have aged a lot. Look at your white hair. Are you overthinking? Or are you haunted by inner demons?"
As if being told his true thoughts, Yu Qingkuang glared and gnashed his teeth: "Yin Jue, shut up!"
The knife in his hand moved, and when he saw Yin Jue's eyes were as sharp as a sword and as cold as a snake, he looked like he wanted to skin him and devour his flesh.
When Yin Jue saw this, he just smiled, sat down, and played the piano.
"Does it make sense for you and me to fight for the rest of our lives?"
He spoke coldly, plucked the strings, and the beautiful music flowed out.
Yu Qingkuang listened to his music, and his frantic state of mind gradually calmed down.
His eyes turned cold, and he randomly found a place to sit down, and the cold aura gradually dissipated from his body.
The two of them seemed to be speechless.
They are all the same people.
There are obsessions and demonic obstacles in my heart.
Until dusk falls and the moon quietly emerges.
The lake pavilion became quiet.
After a long, long time, Yu Qingkuang slowly opened his mouth.
"I went to find her a month ago."
In the dark light, Yin Jue's eyes narrowed slightly and looked in his direction.
"I'm just at the bottom of the mountain, and I haven't even been able to step in."
Yu Qingkuang's voice was full of bitterness: "Because that man appeared and I lost again, with only three moves."
The air instantly fell into a heavy, suffocating atmosphere and turned cold.
Yin Jue sighed: "...son of Qilin?"
Back then, Yu Qingkuang could still fight the opponent with more than ten moves, but now he could only fight with three moves?
Has that person's skills improved again?
He is worthy of being the son of the supreme king of the martial arts world, and it is truly extraordinary to be respected by the world as the son of Qilin.
Back then, with one person, he put an end to the killings, took away the 'beautiful woman', and disappeared from the world.
More than twenty years have passed, and the world has been at peace, and the world has been calm for a long time.
Such a man, even if they don't accept it, they have to accept it.
Only some are unwilling and still struggling.
Like being frivolous.
Yin Jue chuckled: "That's all, that's all..."
I don't know what he is giving up. Yu Qingkuang's face looks gloomy because he is in a bad mood.
Yin Jue didn't want to change the topic anymore, so he said, "There will be a feast in Lifang Pavilion in three days. Are you going?"
Yu Qingkuang frowned: "I'm not in the mood."
Yin Jue had long expected that he would answer this way, and smiled lightly: "Sanniang Rong is hosting it herself, are you sure you don't want to go?"
Rong Sanniang?
Yu Qingkuang raised his eyebrows: "Lan Yue Villa, Rong Zhi?"
Yin Jue smiled lightly and said nothing.
When Yu Qingkuang saw his invitation, he couldn't help but wonder: "Who else will go?"
Yin Jue smiled: "Oh, red sleeve move, Mrs. Ming."
Hearing this, Yu Qingkuang narrowed his eyes coldly and clenched the knife in his hand.
Yin Jue said again: "Zixiao Sect, Ouyang Yunxi."
"Shenfeng clan, Yin Wugou."
"Broken Star Tower, Shan Jiaming."
"Tianji Gate, Xuanyuan Hao."
Every time he thought about a sect, Yu Qingkuang's eyes tightened.
Every time he heard a name, his heart felt cold.
After all, why did these people suddenly gather in one place?
Yin Jue still smiled indifferently and opened his mouth to clarify his confusion: "Because they all learned that someone has made an appointment with...the God of War King Qin, Jun Ziqian."
Yu Qingkuang's eyes trembled: "Is it for the alliance leader's order?"
Rumors spread throughout the world that King Qin, the God of War, was injured and became a cripple.
Some people are also spreading rumors that King Qin was not injured at all and it was just a cover-up.
Anyone who dares to go will die.
Therefore, the young people did not dare to make any move, so these sect leaders came one by one to see if it was true under the guise of watching the grand party.
Yu Qingkuang asked in confusion: "Who made the appointment with King Qin?"
Yin Jue drank the tea in his hand and smiled: "Of course it's... me."