Hidden Blade Chapter 100: To drink
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(PS: There is only one change yesterday and today. I'm extremely sorry, but it is very difficult to catch a bad cold. I came out with a hard work. I will make up the change tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Hope for understanding)
On February 2nd, according to the room beam, the scorpion centipede has nowhere to hide.
It is rumored that at this time of each year, the stubborn dragon will raise its head, beasts and snakes dormant.
In the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, there are many lights and festoons, and some merchants and shops have put up signs such as Longya and Longxu Noodles in good time to greet the passing pedestrians, begging for a spring to plough, and pray for a good weather. Good luck.
Xu Han sat in his small house.
On the stone table in front of him, there is a rare pot of wine. Although it has not been unsealed, the glass has been washed and placed there upright.
He seems to be waiting for something to happen or for someone to arrive.
The Xingtian sword was placed horizontally between his knees, and the expression on his face was stern and solemn, like a statue in the temple, silent outside of time.
The black cat rushed out of the corner of the yard and landed at Xu Han’s feet. It shook his hair and sprinkled rain and dew from somewhere, and then it lifted his amber The pupil looked at the young man with a little bewilderment, as if wondering what he was doing.
Then the bored black cat rubbed his trouser legs, but the boy didn't move.
The black cat pulled the corner of the boy's clothes with his teeth again, but the boy remained silent.
The black cat jumped on the boy's knees, raised his head, and whispered in his mouth. The boy reached out his hand and touched his shiny head, no more response.
The black cat was helpless, and finally could only lie down quietly on Xu Han's knees, and accompany him quietly to wait for some upcoming people or things.
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So, the sun went from morning to dusk, the sky went from bright to dark, and the crowd went from noisy to silent.
The whole day passed, and the boy was still sitting at the stone table, motionless.
Before the night falls completely, after the last rays of the setting sun.
The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open.
Xu Han raised his head, and the black cat sat up, and they looked towards the door of the small courtyard.
A young man in a purple robe walked in with a number of men dressed as rangers with swords at their waists.
Xu Han was taken aback.
The purple-robed boy was also taken aback.
Then the monks behind the purple-robed boy were extremely consciously instructed by the purple-robed boy and lined up with the door. The aura all around them was restrained, and they seemed to be strong in the Heavenly Hunter realm and above, and there were also a large number of them. With more than a dozen people, such battles are extremely rare even in the city of Chang'an.
The purple-robed boy strolled up to Xu Han and sat down gently under the other's gaze.
"It seems that Brother Xu has been waiting for quite a while." Song Yueming asked with a smile, looking at the unopened wine jar and the placed wine glasses on the stone table.
The young man who sat withered for a whole day did not speak. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled the seal on the wine jar, and then filled the glass with the wine.
"Soon, but I really didn't expect that the first person to come to me would be Brother Song." Xu Han gave a glass of wine to Song Yueming with a blank face.
Song Yueming took the wine glass, raised her brows, and asked, "Who does Brother Xu think should be here?"
"Chang Yesi, Tiance Mansion, anyone...but I only don't want to be Brother Song." Xu Han responded indifferently, with a relaxed tone, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Song Yueming's face changed a little when he heard the words, and he heard some other meanings from Xu Han's words.
But he didn't break it, and his expression quickly returned to normal. Then he raised the glass in his hand towards Xu Han and said: "The last time I had a drink with Brother Xu was at the window of Linglong Pavilion Xiaoxuan. Today we can have a good drink."
Xu Han also smiled faintly, and seemed to remember the days in Linglong Pavilion.
"Also." He nodded, and also raised the cup in his hand.
The two glasses of wine were shot in the air. Without saying more, they all drank the sake in the glass.
At this time, on the street that had been gradually quiet, there was suddenly bursts of noisy laughter.
On February 2nd, the dragon looked up.
According to the season, today is a good time for spring plowing. In the Great Zhou Dynasty these years, there have been snow and droughts, and famines and fields abound. Therefore, the imperial court will lead a group of dragon dancers in Chang'an on February 2 each year. The performances of drums and gongs on various streets pray for a smooth year.
Of course, Chang'an is the capital of Dazhou. Even if the residents of the city are not high-ranking officials, they have already bid farewell to their status as farmers. However, this does not prevent everyone from being happy about this, watching the excitement, and being happy.
At this moment, the noise from the street is that the dragon dance is about to begin.
The two people drinking in the house obviously did not know the tradition in Chang'an, and of course they did not care.
In a blink of an eye, the two of them drank three cups of sake in a row, and the atmosphere in the courtyard became silent again, but the row of masters at the door was gloomy and waited. The faint murderous intent was permeated, but it seemed that Song Yueming had not gotten anything from Song Yueming. Permission, so they did not make a move.
The two sat and looked at each other. The black cat had obviously known Song Yueming a long time ago, but it didn't realize he was there. Instead, it gently jumped from Xu Han's knees to the stone table. He looked curiously-->>, the fastest update of the latest chapter of Zangfeng!
The wine glass on the stone table secretly thought it was something strange. He leaned forward and sniffed it, but couldn't smell it. He simply stretched out his tongue and licked it again. The pungent and pungent smell made the black cat's pupils suddenly dilate. It made a sharp sound. The weird long cry threw his nose and fell to Xu Han's side. Then he shook his head vigorously, obviously extremely uncomfortable.
"You know that you are greedy." Xu Han reluctantly placed the black cat on his knees again, stretched out his hand to stroke its head, and comforted it.
"Xuan'er is still so cute." Song Yueming also smiled, but then turned around, her eyes fell on the Xingtian sword on Xu Han's knees, "Brother Xu still listens to the next sentence. , Hand over Xing Tianjian."
Xu Han raised his head when he heard the words, raised his brows, and asked: "Why do I think Brother Song cares more about Xing Tianjian than Zhu Xian, Si Baikong and others?"
Song Yueming's face changed slightly, but he returned to normal in an instant, and he calmly responded: "It's just an order from the teacher and the will of the heavens. Why should Brother Xu take his life for a faint emperor in vain? ?"
"Xu is not so noble, all he has done is for..." Xu Han shook his head, and said softly: "It's just self-preservation."
"It seems that there is something Song doesn't know about in this." Song Yueming again poured a pot of wine for the two, and said.
Xu Han stretched out his hand to hold the glass that was filled again, and said: "What Xu knows is not necessarily much more than Brother Song."
After that, he raised his eyes and looked at the masters with condensed aura behind Song Yueming, and then said: "Furthermore, looking at Brother Song's posture, it seems that coming today is not just for Xu's sword. Keep it simple."
When Song Yueming heard this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his hand also held the wine glass in front of him but did not raise it.
"Brother Xu is really smart."
"Huh. Smart?" Xu Han snorted coldly. "It's just self-righteous. In the end, it's not being pulled as a pawn, and I don't know it."
Song Yueming was a little surprised by this. Thinking of the rumors in the shops these days, she vaguely guessed a bit about Xu Han's situation now.
But he didn't accept the stubborn words, but gently raised the wine glass at that time. "Then Brother Xu knows that Song has something else, why is it?"
"If the guess is correct, I wish the first seat will let Brother Song take Xu's life." The look on Xu Han's face cooled down at that time.
Song Yueming smiled faintly, as if she was affirming Xu Han's answer, but she didn't seem to care about it.
He raised his wine glass and bowed towards Xu Hanyao. Regardless of whether Xu Han responded, he raised his head and drank alone.
The crowd on the street became more and more noisy.
The dragon dance team has already set up a posture at the entrance of the street. At that time, the drinking drinkers and yelling vendors temporarily stopped their work and looked at the street team with their heads sideways.
A middle-aged man in Mai Yi stood in front of the team with a smile. He stretched out his hand and took out a fire fold, blew it vigorously, and blew the flame inside for a few minutes, then stretched out his hand and put it aside, Gao In front of the high-hanging firecrackers.
The fuse of the firecracker was ignited, and the hot sparks lit up, accompanied by the sound of chirps, constantly surging upwards.
As long as the firecrackers sound, the dragon dance team will begin the parade.
Everyone in Chang'an City looked sideways at that time, waiting for this moment to come.
Boom!
With a soft sound, the firecrackers were lit.
The noise of gongs and drums suddenly started.
The sound was like some kind of secret signal, and the murderous intent in the small courtyard surfaced at that moment.
The powerhouses lined up at the door, the true essence surging around their bodies, suddenly stepped out at that time, and leaped towards Xu Han to kill them.
Xu Han's eyes froze, and his hand slammed on the hilt of the Xingtian Sword, and he was about to release the sword.
The purple-robed boy, like a towering mountain standing in the cold wind, stood still. With a leisurely expression, he picked up the wine jar on the stone table again and poured himself a glass of wine.
The clear wine slowly fell into the cup along the mouth of the jar, forming a thin line in mid-air.
Those strong men went over his body and were about to kill Xu Han in a blink of an eye. Xu Han's sword was unsheathed a foot and two inches at that time, and the majestic sword intent carried the sound of dragons. Well out of his body.
The water in the purple robe boy's wine glass is gradually filling~IndoMTL.com~ His eyes suddenly narrowed, and his other hand flicked in front of the wine glass.
The wine in the glass turned into tiny drops of water, pouring out.
Those drops of water seem to be irregular, but they are very neatly distributed behind those strong men who have killed Xu Han.
Then those strong men reached their backs when they went to Xu Han's body.
So clear drinks poured into their clothes from behind, and hot blood poured out from the same place in front of them.
A strong man in the Heavenly Hunting Realm or even out of the Dust Realm fell to the ground at that moment, and the great momentum came to an abrupt end in an instant. Everything happened too suddenly, suddenly breaking Xu Han's sword that was about to be unsheathed, and the sword's edge was still hidden in the sheath, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
The purple-robed boy picked up the glass with half a glass of wine left, and once again moved towards Xu Hanyao.
"Of course Song has other things..."
"For example, save brother Xu's life."