When Murong Ziyun saw this scene, she looked at Chen Lu who looked like a piece of wood next to her. Comparing the two, she suddenly lost interest, turned around and left the stall, and said with an indifferent expression: "Let's go!"
Lu Chen glanced at Murong Ziyun in surprise, and was stunned for a moment. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This woman was so cute.
"Where are you going?" Chase Lu asked from behind.
"Is it too early to go back? The sky is still very bright, you can continue shopping for a while!" Lu Chen took a look at the sky. He had just been out for a while, but the senior sister was no longer interested, and her temper was really weird.
"Go back!" Murong Ziyun's face was stern, and his tone suddenly became very cold.
Lu Chen was stunned. Wasn't he very happy just now? The senior sister's change of attitude was quicker than flipping through a book, leaving him speechless for a while.
When the lanterns come on, the dimly lit Qingxi Town is filled with a different kind of beauty, like a fragrant flower growing in a valley, blooming with a faint fragrance at the foot of the lush mountains.
The hawking sounds on the streets gradually became weaker. It was actually still early, but in the twelfth month of winter, the weather was suddenly cold, which was really not suitable for people to go out for night walks.
Presumably, people at this time would have climbed onto the bedside of the kang, holding their wives and children in their arms and falling asleep.
As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people on the streets, which are deserted and deserted. Occasionally, a feeble barking of dogs and some fragmentary sounds of play come from the corner of the street, which adds a bit of vitality to this quiet town.
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The cold moon was setting in the west, and silver gauze was fluttering all over the ground. On the withered treetops, a nightingale was singing, cooing, and several more of the same sound came from the nearby mountains and forests, as if calling for friends.
In the dark alley, there was a gust of wind, and suddenly there was a rush of footsteps. A group of mysterious swordsmen wearing black clothes and masks appeared, holding a three-foot green-edged sword and with skulls printed on their arms. These people seemed to be wandering in a dark place in the mountains.
The moving crickets walked quietly along the dark corners of the eaves, approaching the largest inn in the center of the street in Qingxi Town.
Twelve swordsmen in Tsing Yi flew around the eaves and walls, flying intertwined in the air, like pieces of falling leaves, light and silent, falling around the street corner near the inn, pairs of cold and stern eyes staring intently at the flashes in the courtyard.
silhouette.
Suddenly, the quiet town was enveloped in a chilling atmosphere, and those creatures who sensed something was wrong stopped their restless nightlife.
Lu Chen opened the window and looked up at the cold moon rising over the hills. The cold winter wind penetrated his collar, and a chill spread throughout his body. He murmured softly: "This moonlight is really cold!"
His eyes fell on the small courtyard, where several Sword Sect disciples were patrolling back and forth, vigilantly guarding against possible burglars at night.
"Woooo..."
At this time, a melodious flute sound suddenly came from a corner of the fresh and quiet town. The melody was soothing and beautiful, like a stream of water, making people feel relaxed and happy. It was like telling the flute player's infinite thoughts. It was empty for a long time, and when I heard this,
With the ethereal and beautiful sound of the flute, if you close your eyes, you will feel an unknown emotion stirring your heart.
The cruising Jianzong disciples listened quietly, stopped involuntarily, and stood in the courtyard. The soft and ethereal sound of the flute was like an invisible little hand, helping them loosen their muscles.
Bones. An inexplicable joyful emotion quietly filled their hearts, as if they had come to a gentle land full of fallen flowers, and they couldn't extricate themselves.
One of the Sword Sect disciples closed his eyes, laughed stupidly for a while, and suddenly fell to the ground, as if all his strength had been taken away.
The sound of the flute is like the sound in a dream. After passing through the long years, it is still the same as before, lingering and floating. The gentle sound of the flute affects the afterglow of the setting sun, as if thousands of petals are falling in the sky, leaving the solemn atmosphere.
The paintings are embellished into a dreamlike mood.
"Is there a flute sound?" Lu Chen listened quietly to this quiet and beautiful nocturne, and his originally tense mood gradually became relieved. The melodious and light melody was like the beautiful notes from a flowing spring, washing away the accumulated memories in daily life with gentle force.
Inner troubles and sorrows!
His body suddenly staggered, and his shoulder accidentally hit the window edge. Lu Chen suddenly woke up: "Something's wrong, the sound of this flute is weird!"
He looked down at the courtyard again, and was horrified to find that the Sword Sect disciples who were patrolling seemed to be possessed. They were all motionless, and each one looked like a piece of wood. There was a faint smile on the corners of their mouths, as if they were immersed in it.
In an indescribable dream, one after another fell down.
"Wake up!" Lu Chen roared with all his strength and bit the tip of his tongue. The severe pain quickly woke him up from the nightmare.
This roar was like a flat thunder, resounding in every corner of the inn. Those disciples of the Sword Sect who had been hypnotized by the sound of the flute woke up one after another, sweating all over their heads.
"What happened!"
"Who is it? It's late at night!"
Hearing Lu Chen's shout, Murong Ziyun, Han Wenqing, and Teng Qinglei hurriedly rushed out of the wing to check what was going on outside. They were shocked when they saw figures lying down in the courtyard.
At this moment, suddenly, a burst of passionate string sounds rose into the sky, erratic, winding, and lingering. Sometimes it rushed to the roof, sometimes it floated to the feet, sometimes it was high-pitched and urgent, and the lingering sound lingered. It was soft and ethereal, about to stop,
When turning around, it suddenly becomes sonorous and powerful, with ups and downs. It can penetrate every pore of people's bodies and ignite the craziest desires in their hearts.
Lu Chen quickly jumped up to the inn with a soft sword in hand. He looked around at the top of the independent house with a solemn expression. His eyes suddenly focused and fell on the ridge of an attic not far away.
The cold moon hangs high in the sky, and a tall and thin figure lies on the ridge of the roof, with a loose red robe fluttering in the wind, and black hair flying freely on his head. Countless fallen leaves are flying in the wind, like dancing singers, showing off the moving charm.
She has a graceful figure. The evil blue eyes are half-hidden and turned towards this side, full of mockery. Under the thin red lips is a delicate emerald green flute, with a long red ribbon dancing in the wind.
Show uninhibited style.
"Sure enough, someone is causing trouble!" Lu Chen's eyes were slightly cold, staring at the opponent closely, and the sword blade reflected an icy cold light in the moonlight.
The passionate and high-pitched sound of the flute kept coming, like a sharp cone hitting the heart, and everyone couldn't help but feel a surge of energy and blood, making them feel uneasy.
The disciples of the Sword Sect in the courtyard woke up from their daze. They thought it was over. However, the melodious flute sound in the night sky suddenly became high-pitched and sharp, as if there were thousands of troops galloping and fighting in their minds. The swords collided, and the energy and blood in the body suddenly disappeared.
Controlled reversal and tumbling, every pore in the body exploded, and there were countless sharp buzzing roars in the eardrums. Some serious Sword Sect disciples could not resist the trouble of the demonic sound, and blood spurted out of their mouths, turning pale.
"Hmph, if you dare to cause trouble, you are seeking death!
"Lu Chen snorted coldly, put his feet on his toes, jumped up quickly, and turned into a sharp arrow that flew towards the opponent.
However, while he was in mid-air, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the dark alley, and with a flash of green sword light, Lu Chen was caught off guard and forced back to the roof of the inn.
It was a masked assassin in green clothes, holding a three-foot green-edged sword in his hand, staring at him indifferently, with a very strong aura.
"Come on, leave no one behind in the inn!" The assassin in green looked at Lu Chen with cold eyes and pointed his sword, full of domineering attitude.
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of figures sprang out from the darkness like locusts, overwhelmingly surrounding the inn from mid-air, turning into afterimages and heading straight to the second floor of the inn.
"Everyone, be careful, there is an assassin!" Seeing this scene, Murong Ziyun's mind was buzzing. She was the second one to discover the assassin. She came back to her senses instantly and shouted anxiously.
"Be careful, enemy attack!" Han Wenqing also shouted quickly, turned around and rushed into the side room to take out his personal sword.
By this time, it's too late.
The assassins in black seemed to have calculated the right timing, and they took the opportunity to break into the courtyard and started killing without mercy.
The disciples of the Sword Sect had just been severely traumatized by the weird sound of the flute. Now they didn't even have the strength to draw their swords. How could they still have the energy to resist these black-clad assassins who were still planning to do it? The situation instantly fell to one side.
Those assassins in black broke into the inner courtyard of the inn. They moved quickly and neatly. They slashed at anyone they saw and slashed with their swords. Blood flew everywhere. Several Sword Sect disciples had no power to resist and died at the hands of the assassins in black in the blink of an eye.
Inside, the smell of blood instantly filled the entire courtyard.
When Murong Ziyun, Han Wenqing and Teng Qinglei saw this scene, they immediately became furious and each flew out to attack the assassins in black who were killing their fellow sect members.
With a flash of blue sword light, a black-clothed swordsman had a bloodstain between his eyebrows, and then he fell powerless.
Murong Ziyun kicked away a swordsman in black who was coming from the side. Looking at the messy scene in the courtyard, his expression was extremely gloomy. He instantly realized that something was wrong. They were being secretly targeted by a certain force: "Damn it.
, these bastards are really haunting!"
"Sister, there are too many assassins, what should I do?" Han Wenqing was surrounded by three assassins in black. He held a dark red sword in his hand and flew lightly, flashing three times in an instant, like a ghost in the dark.
Each flash pierced a swordsman in black.
Teng Qinglei sneered: "Hmph, the more people come, the better. Kill them all at once. Now that they are here, don't even think about leaving. Let them see how powerful the disciples of the Sword Sect are!" He has been traveling abroad all year round and is used to killing.
day, so when these assassins appeared, they didn't look too panicked. Instead, they were the calmest among their elite disciples.
The sturdy figure soared into the sky, and the arc-shaped scimitar struck the air with a heavy blow, instantly cutting a black-clothed swordsman in half. The thick blood mist exploded on the spot, splashing all over Teng Qinglei's face.
By adding an evil spirit.
With the addition of their three elite disciples, the overwhelming situation was slightly smoothed out.
The originally peaceful night was instantly torn apart by shrill screams, and the color of blood quietly colored the quiet night.
"Who sent you here!" Lu Chen landed on the eaves and stared at the figure in green below. The cold wind blew his robe and made a hunting sound.
