There is only half a month left before the June Dao Conference.

　　 Xu Han's life has become very sad.

　　He was imprisoned in Xiaoxuan Window. The disciples of the Sword Hall outside guarded him day and night. Xu Han was not given any chance to get out of Xiaoxuan Window, and no one was able to come in either.

　　 Xu Han can probably guess that this should be the method used by Si Bailan to restrict Ye Hongjian, who is about to enter into a marriage contract with the son of Zhu Xian.

　　 Xu Han held the black cat through the gap in the door and looked at the disciples of the Sword Hall patrolling outside the house, and his mind sank.

　　 He knew that the day to leave Linglong Pavilion was approaching.

　　 Song Yueming lowered his head to Si Baikong in front of Xuanlongzhong. Si Baikong valued his courage and accepted it as the second disciple after Ye Hongjian. As a result, Song Yueming became the hottest figure in Linglong Pavilion nowadays.

　　 Xu Han has never talked about Song Yueming since that day. He just heard that Song Yueming’s cultivation has made rapid progress in just a few days. It seems that he has reached the Tongyou realm and has become the current master of the sword hall. , It only took seven strokes to beat Lang Chaosha, who was disobedient to discipline, to find teeth.

　　To be fair. Xu Han was very afraid of Song Yueming's enthusiasm at the time, refuting Si blank space, and being beheaded by him.

　　 But again, he didn't want to see Song Yueming become what it is now.

　　 He can be so diligent in a short time, it is not difficult for Xu Han to think that Song Yueming must practice that terrible sword technique.

　　Only in the face of life and death and righteousness, Xu Han could hardly blame Song Yueming for such a decision, but his decision inevitably made Xu Han feel some indescribable feelings of grief in his heart.

　　While Xu Han was thinking about this, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

　　 Several figures stepped into it at that time.

　　 Xu Han narrowed his eyes and sat at the stone table, motionless.

　　 At this time, the person who can still walk into the Xiaoxuan window will naturally not be the person Xu Han wants to see, and Xu Han does not want to bother.

　　 "Deacon Xu, your meal was delivered today." The headed person in the crowd said so, his tone was very light, without much respect, but full of mockery.

　　 Seeing Xu Han stroking the black cat in his arms, he ignored him, and the man frowned, a little displeased.

　　 He opened the lunch box in his hand, took out one of the dishes, and sniffed it with his nose.

　　 "Well, it smells so good. Deacon Xu is really valued by Elder Sikong. He has this kind of food served every day. Unlike me, there is no such kind of oral." The man said so strangely and suddenly took it. The hand holding the dish was released, and the dish in his hand fell to the ground.

　　bang!

　　 just heard a crisp sound, the porcelain plate shattered, and the food inside was scattered all over the place.

　　 "Oh, don't worry, my hands are shaking badly." The man said with a grimace, "But it doesn't matter, the elders have prepared more dishes for the deacon. There is also a plate of jade bamboo shoots and chicken soup." /

　　As the man said, another bowl of delicious chicken soup was brought out of the lunch box by him. It looked like he wanted to repeat the trick.

　　 Xu Han finally raised his head at that time and looked at him. The expression on his face was calm and the eyes in his eyes were indifferent.

　　 This person's name is Lu Feng, who is also a direct disciple of Long Cong Yunmen. He seems to have a good relationship with Lang Chaosha. He has the daily errand of sending food to Xu Han, but he wants to avenge his brother. When you find opportunities, you will be embarrassed many times.

　　 Xu Han is accustomed to this, and doesn't bother to care about him.

　　 but not wanting Xu Han's attitude, on the contrary, it made Lu Feng feel that Xu Han was despising him, so he became more and more serious.

　　 At this moment, he met Xu Han's gaze, and his dissatisfaction was even worse, and his hand holding the bowl of chicken soup was released at that time.

　　 "Hey! Grandpa Lu." But at this moment, there was a shout from the back room, and the stubborn-looking Chu Qiuli hurriedly ran out, stretched out one hand, and short body. The bowl of chicken soup was about to fall to the ground to catch it.

　　 Although it is inevitable that some of the soup will be spilled, he has saved the dish after all.

　　 Then Chu Qiuli stood up with a charming smile and looked at Lu Feng.

　　 "What is grandpa Lu being angry with? What a pity that such a good chicken soup is spilled on the ground." Chu Qiuli said.

　　 "What a pity?" Lu Feng raised his brows and said, "It's not a shame that good things have to be eaten by qualified people. If you eat them for people like you, it's a waste."

　　 In the face of Lu Feng's insult, Chu Qiuli smiled.

　　"Yes, yes, Grandpa Lu is right. But we have to eat something, you see, every time you throw things on the ground in the past few days, you say we will be so hungry again..."

　　"Want to eat?" Lu Feng glanced at Chu Qiuli with slanting eyes, and asked suddenly.

　　 "Naturally want to eat." Chu Qiuli nodded repeatedly.

　　 "Then eat it."

　　Lu Feng said this, and before Chu Qiuli’s joyful face rose to his brows, he saw his hand slamming out, and the chicken soup that Chu Qiuli held in his hand was suddenly knocked over by him. Fresh and tender chicken soup was spilled on the ground, and the courtyard was suddenly messed up.

　　 "It just has to be eaten on the ground." Lu Feng's voice sounded again, and the disciples of the swordsman hall who followed him also burst into laughter.

　　 "You...!!!" Chu Qiuli, who was splashed with chicken soup, looked very embarrassed. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

　　 "Why? When did you have a domestic slave talking here? Didn't you see that your master didn't speak?" Lu Feng said so, interrupting Chu Qiuli's words to his lips, and at the same time Very provocatively he looked at Xu Han, who had been silent forever.

　　 Xu Han naturally felt this. After looking at Lu Feng with a calm face for a while, he opened his mouth for the first time.

　　"Are Lang Chaosha's hands better?"

　　 A few days ago, Xu Han pierced Lang Chaosha's palm during the conflict between Xuanlongzhong and Linglong Pavilion. This incident was known to the entire Linglong Pavilion. Xu Han suddenly asked this question, naturally, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

　　 Lu Feng, who was still full of expression at the bottom, suddenly exploded like a wild cat cub whose tail was trampled on.

　　 "The surname Xu, you are looking for death!"

　　 As he said, he raised a hand and clenched his fist.

　　 Although Xu Han defeated Lang Chaosha several times, Lu Feng’s cultivation base was able to develop the sword art in a short time, and he grew very fast. He thought he had beaten Lang Chaosha by more than one thing. Xu Han naturally has the power to fight, not to mention that he also carries a number of masters in the sword hall.

　　 "Looking for death? Disciple Lu, please tell me who is looking for death?"

　　 But at this moment, a noise came from outside the house, but saw a young man in a purple robe stepping into the courtyard.

　　Lu Feng's face changed at that time, and Xu Han couldn't help but move his brows.

　　The person who came was surprisingly Song Yueming, who hadn't seen him for a few days since the Xuanlong clock was on the bell.

　　 These few days of daylight scenes, Song Yueming's changes made Xu Han almost unable to recognize him.

　　His appearance has naturally not changed more than half, but there is a cold air between his eyebrows. He stepped forward, the expression on his face was cold, and the whole body also exuded a gloomy smell, as if his The arrival made the entire Xiaoxuan window a bit cold at that time.

　　 "I'm asking you, Master Lu, who is looking for death?" He didn't find Xu Han the first time as usual, but stood in front of Lu Feng with cold eyes. Wang Lu Bong.

　　 The chill in his eyes made Lu Feng, who was still arrogant just now, dared to argue with him.

　　 "Yes... the disciple has failed to speak." He pulled his head, losing his talent, and said in a calm voice like a rooster that had been defeated in a fight.

　　 "Oh." Song Yueming took Changyin and glanced at him, "I thought Brother Lu wanted to murder my Linglong Pavilion's deacon. I heard this and knew it was a misunderstanding. If I let someone else Hear..."

　　 Song Yueming paused when he said that, before continuing to say: "This guilt for murdering the same sect will be investigated. As the master of the Hall of Swordsman, Song will inevitably cause Brother Lu to suffer."

　　Lu Feng has been in Linglong Pavilion for so many years, and he is not a simple-minded person. He naturally heard the threat in Song Yueming's words.

　　 His face turned pale in an instant. He knew that Song Yueming now has not only this right, but also this ability.

　　 "The disciple knows that I am wrong, and I ask Hall Master Song to forgive me." He hurriedly bowed his head and said, but his forehead was already covered with dense cold sweat.

　　 "Yeah." Song Yueming seemed to be satisfied with Lu Feng's attitude. He nodded and pointed at the mess that appeared on the floor after the food was overturned. "Brother Lu should know how to deal with these things, right?"

　　How can Lu Feng dare to disobey Song Yueming at this time, he hurriedly said: "Now I will clean up here, and then order someone to bring good food for Deacon Xu."

　　After he said this, he turned around and was about to leave.

　　 But his body just turned, Song Yueming suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, pressing with great force, pressing Lu Feng's shoulder with bursts of piercing pain.

　　 I don’t know where to offend the newly promoted Sword Hall Master Lu Feng, who didn’t dare to make a sound at that time. He could only endure the severe pain and gritted his teeth. After passing the body, "the hall master still...what else can you tell me."

　　 Song Yueming didn't speak, just looked at the mess on the ground.

　　 "The little one is going to clean up, the hall master can rest assured, he will be cleaned up." Lu Feng explained quickly.

　　"I just heard that Brother Lu said that he was envious of Deacon Xu's mouth, since that's the case, I don't want to waste these things." Song Yueming smiled, and the expression on her face suddenly became cold. "Brother Lu just lick these things clean with his mouth."

　　 "What?" Lu Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his face was shocked. This is a shame and shame for him. How could his disciples of Linglong Pavilion do such a thing.

　　 also seemed to see Lu Feng's dissatisfaction, and the chill on Song Yueming's face became heavier.

　　 "What? Brother Lu is not willing?" He asked, pressing Lu Feng's shoulder a little harder.

　　 Lu Feng’s face was suddenly hard to see the extreme, and he has reason to believe that if Song Yueming’s wishes are not fulfilled today, then what awaits him is probably the worry of his life.

　　 He hesitated for a while between passing on his disciple’s face and saving his own life, and finally made a decision.

　　"Next...this...eat these dishes...dishes." He said with a trembling body. As soon as he said this, his whole body seemed to collapse, and his breath became gloomy. .

　　 Then he squatted down at that time, picked up the food on the ground like a dog, and stuffed it into his mouth bit by bit.

　　 Seeing this, a real smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.

　　 He also lost interest in Lu Feng at that time, turned his head to look at Xu Han, and sat down as familiarly as before.

　　"Brother Xu, are you satisfied with this treatment?"

　　 Xu Han looked at the desolate Lu Feng after hearing the words, then turned his head to look at Song Yueming, he looked up and down at the young man he had not seen in a few days, but he did not answer his question.

　　 After such a long silence, he asked, "How is Brother Song?"

　　 Song Yueming heard a smile on his face. He stood up, opened his hand, and showed Xu Han the purple robe that represented the supreme power of Linglong Pavilion. He smiled: "What do you think of Brother Xu?"

　　Xu Han looked at the boy, looked at the smile on his face, as if he wanted to see the joy and anger of the boy at the moment through this smile.

　　 But he was a little disappointed in the end.

　　 was only a few days away, but for some reason, Xu Han found that he was already a little unable to see it clearly.

　　 So he couldn’t answer Song Yueming’s question after all.

　　 And Song Yueming didn’t care about it. He still maintained his habitual self-cooked temperament, pulling Xu Han to tell a lot of interesting things from these days, as for the one who was eating on the ground. Lu Feng, however, never attracted Song Yueming's attention from beginning to end.

　　 After about a quarter of an hour, Lu Feng finished the food on the ground. He stood up and looked at Song Yueming with a bitter expression. Song Yueming waved his hand very impatiently, and drove him out like a flies. Xiaoxuan window.

　　 So, there were no outsiders in the Xiaoxuan window at that time.

　　 Song Yueming chatted with Xu Han for a while, but it was mostly trivial things. Xu Han also responded to each other, but the expression on his face was somewhat absent.

　　 Song Yueming seemed to be aware of this, he suddenly raised the tea cup on the table and asked casually.

　　"Brother Xu said a few days ago that he would leave Linglong Pavilion. I don’t know when Brother Xu is going to leave?"

　　 "Brother Song joked, your sword hall surrounded my Xiaoxuan window, how can Xu leave?" Xu Han responded calmly.

　　 Song Yueming heard this, and the smile on his face became a bit heavier.

　　"Why should Brother Xu lie to me? With your mind, have the disciples outside Linglong Pavilion stop you? I think Brother Xu can't let go of Qin Keqing, Ye Hongjian and others, right?"

　　 "Don't say anything to each other for three days. I didn't care about it. I didn't know that it was false until I saw Brother Song's changes." Xu Han was at that time. For a moment, he looked straight at the boy he used to be very familiar with, but now he is very strange.

　　"Really? Thanks to Brother Xu for the absurd praise." Song Yueming smiled, and then the expression on her face suddenly became straight. "But I have to remind Brother Xu that it is only half a month away from the Daoist Conference. Why does Brother Xu think that the Master still keeps Brother Xu?"

　　 The teacher he spoke of was naturally the Secretary blank he had recognized a few days ago.

　　 Xu Han understands this and also knows the meaning of his words. /"It's nothing more than to intimidate Hong Jian with this." Xu Han didn't have the intention of fighting Song Yueming, and said truthfully at that time.

　　"It’s good for Brother Xu to understand. If Brother Xu wants to leave, no matter who he or she is carrying with him, he must prepare to leave before the conference has not started, otherwise. .." Song Yueming didn't finish her words, but the meaning behind it couldn't be more obvious.

　　 Xu Han nodded, "Thanks to Brother Song for reminding me, Xu understands."

　　"Little things, little things." Song Yueming waved her hand, took another sip of the tea that Chu Qiuli poured for him, then stood up, and said to Xu Han, "Song is harassed today, but The sword hall is busy with official duties, and Song can't stay for a long time, so let's say goodbye."

　　"Please." Xu Han nodded, stood up, and sent Song Yueming to the entrance of the courtyard before returning to the courtyard again.

　　......

　　When Song Yueming walked away, Chu Chouli, who came to pack the tea set by the stone table, stood beside Xu Han and asked in a puzzled way.

　　 "Xiaohan, what does Song Yueming mean?"

　　 "What do you mean?" Xu Han withdrew his gaze toward Song Yueming's departure direction, but looked at the middle-aged man next to him with interest.

　　"Which side do you think he is? Say he belongs to us. He has joined Si blank again to help him with things. I heard that he has not done any detrimental activities in the past few days. It can be said that he is on the side of Secretary Bai, why does he come to remind you to leave earlier?"

　　"In the world, good and evil are inherently difficult to distinguish. Why does Brother Chu insist on arguing the right and wrong like the previous Brother Song?"

　　 Xu Han smiled, turned around, walked to the stone table, and helped Chu Qiuli pick up the things on the table.

　　Chu Qiuli heard the words, and didn’t know whether he understood them or not, he nodded stupidly, "Hey, let’s not say that Song Yueming’s aura is really weird, it makes me very uncomfortable, you say Those disciples have also practiced this method, but why don’t they have such a strong feeling?"

　　 Xu Han, who was packing up the tea set on the table, never looked up, "Brother Song can cultivate so diligently in such a short period of time. I think the sword technique he cultivates should be different from that of ordinary disciples. The true story of ."

　　"Are you saying that the sword art passed down to ordinary disciples by this division blank is different from the one awarded to Song Yueming?" Chu Qiuli suddenly turned his head, but saw Xu Han helping him pack his tea set, and walked away in a hurry. Come here. "Hey, don't do these things for Xiaohan, leave them to someone in Chu."

　　 He is very diligent in trying to grab this errand, it seems that after so many months of getting along, this middle-aged man has completely adapted to his status as a domestic slave.

　　 But he just stretched out his hand, but Xu Han hid him.

　　 He looked up at Chu Qiuli, and said, "Brother Chu, leave it to me. I have a more important thing for Brother Chu to do."

　　 "What's the matter?" Chu Qiuli blinked.

　　 "Go out and help me send a letter to someone." Xu Han smiled.

　　 "What letter?"

　　 "This letter." Xu Han responded, and then took something out of his arms and handed it to Chu Qiuli.

　　 When the middle-aged man saw the thing clearly, he was taken aback, but then he grinned like a brash man who had been away from home for a few months when he saw his charming little daughter-in-law.

　　 "Hao Le!" He said so, and after taking the thing, he rushed out of the courtyard like a ghost after a meal.

　　......

　　 Taiyuan eighteenth year, May 15th.

　　 This is a very ordinary and very special day.

　　His ordinaryity stems from the fact that this day seems to be the same as every day in the past, and there is no major event that is worthy of attention.

　　 And what is special about him is that from now on, all the major events in this world seem to be inextricably linked to this day.

　　 On this day, a storyteller in Hongyue City, Chongzhou, suddenly ignored the yelling of alcoholic guests, collected the gavel, and said goodbye to the wine shop. Even Zeng Weiwei's heavy wages with the store had not had time to pay. .

　　 An old gentleman from Gumeng Town, Xuzhou dismissed hundreds of young scholars in the academy and closed the gate of the academy.

　　A nerd in Caomen Village, Liangzhou, who was laughed at by the villagers, moved hundreds of books from his home to the courtyard and burned it all up.

　　......

　　 These people returned home and took out something from the cabinet, under the bed, or under a peach tree in the yard.

　　 That is a robe that can wrap the whole body.

　　 A red robe that belonged only to the three thousand officials of Cefu that day.

　　 The robe is as red as blood, and the robe is as bright as fire.

　　......

　　 On this day, a farmer in the Yehu Village of Qingzhou put down his hoe, came to his young child and squatted down, patiently and tenderly asked him to take good care of the family’s three acres of wheat fields, remembering every day They all give medicine to the mother on the sick bed.

　　 An hunter in Yinshui Town, Jizhou gifted his family’s rich prey to his neighbors, and broke the bow and arrow that he relied on for a living~IndoMTL.com~ and then went to the neighboring house to send the girl who was born with water. The amulet given to him was returned.

　　 A dart sergeant in Youzhou Cave Bridge City took off his thin dart uniform, held it in his hand, kicked open the door of the dart, and then slammed the dart uniform against the head of the dart. On his face, he laughed and said: "Fuck your grandma, grandpa quit."

　　......

　　 Then these people returned to their respective houses, took out swords, knives, or very strange weapons from various places in the courtyard, and then took out a set of snow-white armor from the dark.

　　 That is unique to the Thirty Thousand Heavens Strategy Army.

　　 is white and translucent, like a cold awn on the sword and white plum on the branches.

　　......

　　 On this day, the woman in red standing high on the peak of Chongju suddenly smiled, like peaches and plum blossoms, stars shining on the moon.

　　 On this day, a newly promoted red robe judge suddenly became interested, and he dragged the half-monster named Liu Sheng to drink three hundred cups in the wine shop next to the town, but he was still not very happy.

　　 On this day, the swordsman sitting in Tiance’s Mansion suddenly stood up. He seriously arranged his appearance by the bronze mirror in the corner of the room, and then mentioned the famous crown. The sword of the world closed the gate of Tiance Mansion, and under the gaze of countless bright or dark eyes, it strode out of Chang'an City.

　　......

　　 this day...

　　 is very common and very special.

　　 this day...

　　 The young man who had been hiding the front for a long time finally figured out something.

　　, for the first time, he decided to show his hidden claws in front of the world, but they have long been sharpened.

There is only half a month left before the June Dao Conference.

　　 Xu Han's life has become very sad.

　　He was imprisoned in Xiaoxuan Window. The disciples of the Sword Hall outside guarded him day and night. Xu Han was not given any chance to get out of Xiaoxuan Window, and no one was able to come in either.

　　 Xu Han can probably guess that this should be the method used by Si Bailan to restrict Ye Hongjian, who is about to enter into a marriage contract with the son of Zhu Xian.

　　 Xu Han held the black cat through the gap in the door and looked at the disciples of the Sword Hall patrolling outside the house, and his mind sank.

　　 He knew that the day to leave Linglong Pavilion was approaching.

　　 Song Yueming lowered his head to Si Baikong in front of Xuanlongzhong. Si Baikong valued his courage and accepted it as the second disciple after Ye Hongjian. As a result, Song Yueming became the hottest figure in Linglong Pavilion nowadays.

　　 Xu Han has never talked about Song Yueming since that day. He just heard that Song Yueming’s cultivation has made rapid progress in just a few days. It seems that he has reached the Tongyou realm and has become the current master of the sword hall. , It only took seven strokes to beat Lang Chaosha, who was disobedient to discipline, to find teeth.

　　To be fair. Xu Han was very afraid of Song Yueming's enthusiasm at the time, refuting Si blank space, and being beheaded by him.

　　 But again, he didn't want to see Song Yueming become what it is now.

　　 He can be so diligent in a short time, it is not difficult for Xu Han to think that Song Yueming must practice that terrible sword technique.

　　Only in the face of life and death and righteousness, Xu Han could hardly blame Song Yueming for such a decision, but his decision inevitably made Xu Han feel some indescribable feelings of grief in his heart.

　　While Xu Han was thinking about this, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open.

　　 Several figures stepped into it at that time.

　　 Xu Han narrowed his eyes and sat at the stone table, motionless.

　　 At this time, the person who can still walk into the Xiaoxuan window will naturally not be the person Xu Han wants to see, and Xu Han does not want to bother.

　　 "Deacon Xu, your meal was delivered today." The headed person in the crowd said so, his tone was very light, without much respect, but full of mockery.

　　 Seeing Xu Han stroking the black cat in his arms, he ignored him, and the man frowned, a little displeased.

　　 He opened the lunch box in his hand, took out one of the dishes, and sniffed it with his nose.

　　 "Well, it smells so good. Deacon Xu is really valued by Elder Sikong. He has this kind of food served every day. Unlike me, there is no such kind of oral." The man said so strangely and suddenly took it. The hand holding the dish was released, and the dish in his hand fell to the ground.

　　bang!

　　 just heard a crisp sound, the porcelain plate shattered, and the food inside was scattered all over the place.

　　 "Oh, don't worry, my hands are shaking badly." The man said with a grimace, "But it doesn't matter, the elders have prepared more dishes for the deacon. There is also a plate of jade bamboo shoots and chicken soup." /

　　As the man said, another bowl of delicious chicken soup was brought out of the lunch box by him. It looked like he wanted to repeat the trick.

　　 Xu Han finally raised his head at that time and looked at him. The expression on his face was calm and the eyes in his eyes were indifferent.

　　 This person's name is Lu Feng, who is also a direct disciple of Long Cong Yunmen. He seems to have a good relationship with Lang Chaosha. He has the daily errand of sending food to Xu Han, but he wants to avenge his brother. When you find opportunities, you will be embarrassed many times.

　　 Xu Han is accustomed to this, and doesn't bother to care about him.

　　 but not wanting Xu Han's attitude, on the contrary, it made Lu Feng feel that Xu Han was despising him, so he became more and more serious.

　　 At this moment, he met Xu Han's gaze, and his dissatisfaction was even worse, and his hand holding the bowl of chicken soup was released at that time.

　　 "Hey! Grandpa Lu." But at this moment, there was a shout from the back room, and the stubborn-looking Chu Qiuli hurriedly ran out, stretched out one hand, and short body. The bowl of chicken soup was about to fall to the ground to catch it.

　　 Although it is inevitable that some of the soup will be spilled, he has saved the dish after all.

　　 Then Chu Qiuli stood up with a charming smile and looked at Lu Feng.

　　 "What is grandpa Lu being angry with? What a pity that such a good chicken soup is spilled on the ground." Chu Qiuli said.

　　 "What a pity?" Lu Feng raised his brows and said, "It's not a shame that good things have to be eaten by qualified people. If you eat them for people like you, it's a waste."

　　 In the face of Lu Feng's insult, Chu Qiuli smiled.

　　"Yes, yes, Grandpa Lu is right. But we have to eat something, you see, every time you throw things on the ground in the past few days, you say we will be so hungry again..."

　　"Want to eat?" Lu Feng glanced at Chu Qiuli with slanting eyes, and asked suddenly.

　　 "Naturally want to eat." Chu Qiuli nodded repeatedly.

　　 "Then eat it."

　　Lu Feng said this, and before Chu Qiuli’s joyful face rose to his brows, he saw his hand slamming out, and the chicken soup that Chu Qiuli held in his hand was suddenly knocked over by him. Fresh and tender chicken soup was spilled on the ground, and the courtyard was suddenly messed up.

　　 "It just has to be eaten on the ground." Lu Feng's voice sounded again, and the disciples of the swordsman hall who followed him also burst into laughter.

　　 "You...!!!" Chu Qiuli, who was splashed with chicken soup, looked very embarrassed. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

　　 "Why? When did you have a domestic slave talking here? Didn't you see that your master didn't speak?" Lu Feng said so, interrupting Chu Qiuli's words to his lips, and at the same time Very provocatively he looked at Xu Han, who had been silent forever.

　　 Xu Han naturally felt this. After looking at Lu Feng with a calm face for a while, he opened his mouth for the first time.

　　"Are Lang Chaosha's hands better?"

　　 A few days ago, Xu Han pierced Lang Chaosha's palm during the conflict between Xuanlongzhong and Linglong Pavilion. This incident was known to the entire Linglong Pavilion. Xu Han suddenly asked this question, naturally, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

　　 Lu Feng, who was still full of expression at the bottom, suddenly exploded like a wild cat cub whose tail was trampled on.

　　 "The surname Xu, you are looking for death!"

　　 As he said, he raised a hand and clenched his fist.

　　 Although Xu Han defeated Lang Chaosha several times, Lu Feng’s cultivation base was able to develop the sword art in a short time, and he grew very fast. He thought he had beaten Lang Chaosha by more than one thing. Xu Han naturally has the power to fight, not to mention that he also carries a number of masters in the sword hall.

　　 "Looking for death? Disciple Lu, please tell me who is looking for death?"

　　 But at this moment, a noise came from outside the house, but saw a young man in a purple robe stepping into the courtyard.

　　Lu Feng's face changed at that time, and Xu Han couldn't help but move his brows.

　　The person who came was surprisingly Song Yueming, who hadn't seen him for a few days since the Xuanlong clock was on the bell.

　　 These few days of daylight scenes, Song Yueming's changes made Xu Han almost unable to recognize him.

　　His appearance has naturally not changed more than half, but there is a cold air between his eyebrows. He stepped forward, the expression on his face was cold, and the whole body also exuded a gloomy smell, as if his The arrival made the entire Xiaoxuan window a bit cold at that time.

　　 "I'm asking you, Master Lu, who is looking for death?" He didn't find Xu Han the first time as usual, but stood in front of Lu Feng with cold eyes. Wang Lu Bong.

　　 The chill in his eyes made Lu Feng, who was still arrogant just now, dared to argue with him.

　　 "Yes... the disciple has failed to speak." He pulled his head, losing his talent, and said in a calm voice like a rooster that had been defeated in a fight.

　　 "Oh." Song Yueming took Changyin and glanced at him, "I thought Brother Lu wanted to murder my Linglong Pavilion's deacon. I heard this and knew it was a misunderstanding. If I let someone else Hear..."

　　 Song Yueming paused when he said that, before continuing to say: "This guilt for murdering the same sect will be investigated. As the master of the Hall of Swordsman, Song will inevitably cause Brother Lu to suffer."

　　Lu Feng has been in Linglong Pavilion for so many years, and he is not a simple-minded person. He naturally heard the threat in Song Yueming's words.

　　 His face turned pale in an instant. He knew that Song Yueming now has not only this right, but also this ability.

　　 "The disciple knows that I am wrong, and I ask Hall Master Song to forgive me." He hurriedly bowed his head and said, but his forehead was already covered with dense cold sweat.

　　 "Yeah." Song Yueming seemed to be satisfied with Lu Feng's attitude. He nodded and pointed at the mess that appeared on the floor after the food was overturned. "Brother Lu should know how to deal with these things, right?"

　　How can Lu Feng dare to disobey Song Yueming at this time, he hurriedly said: "Now I will clean up here, and then order someone to bring good food for Deacon Xu."

　　After he said this, he turned around and was about to leave.

　　 But his body just turned, Song Yueming suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, pressing with great force, pressing Lu Feng's shoulder with bursts of piercing pain.

　　 I don’t know where to offend the newly promoted Sword Hall Master Lu Feng, who didn’t dare to make a sound at that time. He could only endure the severe pain and gritted his teeth. After passing the body, "the hall master still...what else can you tell me."

　　 Song Yueming didn't speak, just looked at the mess on the ground.

　　 "The little one is going to clean up, the hall master can rest assured, he will be cleaned up." Lu Feng explained quickly.

　　"I just heard that Brother Lu said that he was envious of Deacon Xu's mouth, since that's the case, I don't want to waste these things." Song Yueming smiled, and the expression on her face suddenly became cold. "Brother Lu just lick these things clean with his mouth."

　　 "What?" Lu Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his face was shocked. This is a shame and shame for him. How could his disciples of Linglong Pavilion do such a thing.

　　 also seemed to see Lu Feng's dissatisfaction, and the chill on Song Yueming's face became heavier.

　　 "What? Brother Lu is not willing?" He asked, pressing Lu Feng's shoulder a little harder.

　　 Lu Feng’s face was suddenly hard to see the extreme, and he has reason to believe that if Song Yueming’s wishes are not fulfilled today, then what awaits him is probably the worry of his life.

　　 He hesitated for a while between passing on his disciple’s face and saving his own life, and finally made a decision.

　　"Next...this...eat these dishes...dishes." He said with a trembling body. As soon as he said this, his whole body seemed to collapse, and his breath became gloomy. .

　　 Then he squatted down at that time, picked up the food on the ground like a dog, and stuffed it into his mouth bit by bit.

　　 Seeing this, a real smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.

　　 He also lost interest in Lu Feng at that time, turned his head to look at Xu Han, and sat down as familiarly as before.

　　"Brother Xu, are you satisfied with this treatment?"

　　 Xu Han looked at the desolate Lu Feng after hearing the words, then turned his head to look at Song Yueming, he looked up and down at the young man he had not seen in a few days, but he did not answer his question.

　　 After such a long silence, he asked, "How is Brother Song?"

　　 Song Yueming heard a smile on his face. He stood up, opened his hand, and showed Xu Han the purple robe that represented the supreme power of Linglong Pavilion. He smiled: "What do you think of Brother Xu?"

　　Xu Han looked at the boy, looked at the smile on his face, as if he wanted to see the joy and anger of the boy at the moment through this smile.

　　 But he was a little disappointed in the end.

　　 was only a few days away, but for some reason, Xu Han found that he was already a little unable to see it clearly.

　　 So he couldn’t answer Song Yueming’s question after all.

　　 And Song Yueming didn’t care about it. He still maintained his habitual self-cooked temperament, pulling Xu Han to tell a lot of interesting things from these days, as for the one who was eating on the ground. Lu Feng, however, never attracted Song Yueming's attention from beginning to end.

　　 After about a quarter of an hour, Lu Feng finished the food on the ground. He stood up and looked at Song Yueming with a bitter expression. Song Yueming waved his hand very impatiently, and drove him out like a flies. Xiaoxuan window.

　　 So, there were no outsiders in the Xiaoxuan window at that time.

　　 Song Yueming chatted with Xu Han for a while, but it was mostly trivial things. Xu Han also responded to each other, but the expression on his face was somewhat absent.

　　 Song Yueming seemed to be aware of this, he suddenly raised the tea cup on the table and asked casually.

　　"Brother Xu said a few days ago that he would leave Linglong Pavilion. I don’t know when Brother Xu is going to leave?"

　　 "Brother Song joked, your sword hall surrounded my Xiaoxuan window, how can Xu leave?" Xu Han responded calmly.

　　 Song Yueming heard this, and the smile on his face became a bit heavier.

　　"Why should Brother Xu lie to me? With your mind, have the disciples outside Linglong Pavilion stop you? I think Brother Xu can't let go of Qin Keqing, Ye Hongjian and others, right?"

　　 "Don't say anything to each other for three days. I didn't care about it. I didn't know that it was false until I saw Brother Song's changes." Xu Han was at that time. For a moment, he looked straight at the boy he used to be very familiar with, but now he is very strange.

　　"Really? Thanks to Brother Xu for the absurd praise." Song Yueming smiled, and then the expression on her face suddenly became straight. "But I have to remind Brother Xu that it is only half a month away from the Daoist Conference. Why does Brother Xu think that the Master still keeps Brother Xu?"

　　 The teacher he spoke of was naturally the Secretary blank he had recognized a few days ago.

　　 Xu Han understands this and also knows the meaning of his words. /"It's nothing more than to intimidate Hong Jian with this." Xu Han didn't have the intention of fighting Song Yueming, and said truthfully at that time.

　　"It’s good for Brother Xu to understand. If Brother Xu wants to leave, no matter who he or she is carrying with him, he must prepare to leave before the conference has not started, otherwise. .." Song Yueming didn't finish her words, but the meaning behind it couldn't be more obvious.

　　 Xu Han nodded, "Thanks to Brother Song for reminding me, Xu understands."

　　"Little things, little things." Song Yueming waved her hand, took another sip of the tea that Chu Qiuli poured for him, then stood up, and said to Xu Han, "Song is harassed today, but The sword hall is busy with official duties, and Song can't stay for a long time, so let's say goodbye."

　　"Please." Xu Han nodded, stood up, and sent Song Yueming to the entrance of the courtyard before returning to the courtyard again.

　　......

　　When Song Yueming walked away, Chu Chouli, who came to pack the tea set by the stone table, stood beside Xu Han and asked in a puzzled way.

　　 "Xiaohan, what does Song Yueming mean?"

　　 "What do you mean?" Xu Han withdrew his gaze toward Song Yueming's departure direction, but looked at the middle-aged man next to him with interest.

　　"Which side do you think he is? Say he belongs to us. He has joined Si blank again to help him with things. I heard that he has not done any detrimental activities in the past few days. It can be said that he is on the side of Secretary Bai, why does he come to remind you to leave earlier?"

　　"In the world, good and evil are inherently difficult to distinguish. Why does Brother Chu insist on arguing the right and wrong like the previous Brother Song?"

　　 Xu Han smiled, turned around, walked to the stone table, and helped Chu Qiuli pick up the things on the table.

　　Chu Qiuli heard the words, and didn’t know whether he understood them or not, he nodded stupidly, "Hey, let’s not say that Song Yueming’s aura is really weird, it makes me very uncomfortable, you say Those disciples have also practiced this method, but why don’t they have such a strong feeling?"

　　 Xu Han, who was packing up the tea set on the table, never looked up, "Brother Song can cultivate so diligently in such a short period of time. I think the sword technique he cultivates should be different from that of ordinary disciples. The true story of ."

　　"Are you saying that the sword art passed down to ordinary disciples by this division blank is different from the one awarded to Song Yueming?" Chu Qiuli suddenly turned his head, but saw Xu Han helping him pack his tea set, and walked away in a hurry. Come here. "Hey, don't do these things for Xiaohan, leave them to someone in Chu."

　　 He is very diligent in trying to grab this errand, it seems that after so many months of getting along, this middle-aged man has completely adapted to his status as a domestic slave.

　　 But he just stretched out his hand, but Xu Han hid him.

　　 He looked up at Chu Qiuli, and said, "Brother Chu, leave it to me. I have a more important thing for Brother Chu to do."

　　 "What's the matter?" Chu Qiuli blinked.

　　 "Go out and help me send a letter to someone." Xu Han smiled.

　　 "What letter?"

　　 "This letter." Xu Han responded, and then took something out of his arms and handed it to Chu Qiuli.

　　 When the middle-aged man saw the thing clearly, he was taken aback, but then he grinned like a brash man who had been away from home for a few months when he saw his charming little daughter-in-law.

　　 "Hao Le!" He said so, and after taking the thing, he rushed out of the courtyard like a ghost after a meal.

　　......

　　 Taiyuan eighteenth year, May 15th.

　　 This is a very ordinary and very special day.

　　His ordinaryity stems from the fact that this day seems to be the same as every day in the past, and there is no major event that is worthy of attention.

　　 And what is special about him is that from now on, all the major events in this world seem to be inextricably linked to this day.

　　 On this day, a storyteller in Hongyue City, Chongzhou, suddenly ignored the yelling of alcoholic guests, collected the gavel, and said goodbye to the wine shop. Even Zeng Weiwei's heavy wages with the store had not had time to pay. .

　　 An old gentleman from Gumeng Town, Xuzhou dismissed hundreds of young scholars in the academy and closed the gate of the academy.

　　A nerd in Caomen Village, Liangzhou, who was laughed at by the villagers, moved hundreds of books from his home to the courtyard and burned it all up.

　　......

　　 These people returned home and took out something from the cabinet, under the bed, or under a peach tree in the yard.

　　 That is a robe that can wrap the whole body.

　　 A red robe that belonged only to the three thousand officials of Cefu that day.

　　 The robe is as red as blood, and the robe is as bright as fire.

　　......

　　 On this day, a farmer in the Yehu Village of Qingzhou put down his hoe, came to his young child and squatted down, patiently and tenderly asked him to take good care of the family’s three acres of wheat fields, remembering every day They all give medicine to the mother on the sick bed.

　　 An hunter in Yinshui Town, Jizhou gifted his family’s rich prey to his neighbors, and broke the bow and arrow that he relied on for a living~IndoMTL.com~ and then went to the neighboring house to send the girl who was born with water. The amulet given to him was returned.

　　 A dart sergeant in Youzhou Cave Bridge City took off his thin dart uniform, held it in his hand, kicked open the door of the dart, and then slammed the dart uniform against the head of the dart. On his face, he laughed and said: "Fuck your grandma, grandpa quit."

　　......

　　 Then these people returned to their respective houses, took out swords, knives, or very strange weapons from various places in the courtyard, and then took out a set of snow-white armor from the dark.

　　 That is unique to the Thirty Thousand Heavens Strategy Army.

　　 is white and translucent, like a cold awn on the sword and white plum on the branches.

　　......

　　 On this day, the woman in red standing high on the peak of Chongju suddenly smiled, like peaches and plum blossoms, stars shining on the moon.

　　 On this day, a newly promoted red robe judge suddenly became interested, and he dragged the half-monster named Liu Sheng to drink three hundred cups in the wine shop next to the town, but he was still not very happy.

　　 On this day, the swordsman sitting in Tiance’s Mansion suddenly stood up. He seriously arranged his appearance by the bronze mirror in the corner of the room, and then mentioned the famous crown. The sword of the world closed the gate of Tiance Mansion, and under the gaze of countless bright or dark eyes, it strode out of Chang'an City.

　　......

　　 this day...

　　 is very common and very special.

　　 this day...

　　 The young man who had been hiding the front for a long time finally figured out something.

　　, for the first time, he decided to show his hidden claws in front of the world, but they have long been sharpened.