Hidden Blade Chapter 193: Crescent Moon

Great Zhou, Chang'an City.

　　 In an inconspicuous restaurant, a man with white eyebrows and black hair sits opposite a young man in a purple robe.

　　 The heavy rain outside the window was like betting, but the two of them were silent, just drinking the sake at the table one after another. Knowing that a pot of sake was drunk by the two, the man with white eyebrows and black hair just put down the cup in his hand. He looked at the purple robe youth and asked, "After three days?"

　　 "Yeah." The purple-robed youth nodded gently, and the hand under the table couldn't help stroking the scarlet sword that was between his knees. At that moment, his gaze became a little determined, and murderous intent surged in his eyes, like a blazing flame, raining endlessly.

　　 "After waiting so long, I finally waited until this day." He said again, his tone of voice becoming a little unstable due to certain emotions in his heart.

　　 The man with white eyebrows and black hair silently glanced at the scarlet long sword on the boy’s knees, and asked: "Is he so relieved to give this sword to you?"

　　 The purple-robed youth smiled slightly, and simply put the scarlet long sword on the table.

　　" He didn’t have a choice, Yuwen Nanjing gave him a death order, and either sent Xing Tianjian back to Jianling, or gave up the position of Linglong Pavilion State Church. He chose one of the two, in his opinion, the latter is obviously more Important."

　　 The man with white eyebrows and black hair was taken aback when he heard the words, he glanced at the youth in purple robe, and said: "It looks like something happened in Chang'an these days when I was away."

　　 There are sighs in his tone. It is almost impossible to imagine how the shy or even cowardly girl forced an immortal into submission. The purple-robed youth seemed to see the man's thoughts, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "My senior sister, is it hidden?"

　　 The look on the face of the man with white eyebrows and black hair suddenly became weird. After all, he had been in the position of the head of the Linglong Pavilion, and he had met many people, and he probably understood the sentence-Jiangshan is easy to change, and his nature is hard to change.

　　 After returning to Da Zhou, he also heard many things about the empress. It is really difficult for him to associate these things with the girl in his memory.

　　 But he quickly cast aside the doubts in his mind, instead he frowned and looked at the purple-robed youth, and asked: "Since she wants to use Linglong Pavilion to suppress the forces of Tiance Mansion, why Will you agree to your plan again?"

　　 This is a very incomprehensible truth. With the current situation of Linglong Pavilion, as long as the fairy dies, the disciples who sit down in Linglong Pavilion will probably fall into the ground. Even if there are some residual parts, they are far from impossible. Gathered enough strength to fight against Tiance Mansion. This will undoubtedly cause a huge obstacle to Yuwen Nanjing’s calculations, and may even bury hidden dangers for Tiance Mansion’s counterattack. The man really didn’t understand why the other party didn’t stop it when he knew Song Yueming’s plan. , And even faintly mean to cooperate secretly.

　　 Song Yueming in a purple robe smiled slightly when he heard the words. He played with the wine glass in his hand, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he said with a weird expression: "I have asked her this question before. Do you know how she answered it? "

　　 Ning Zhumang was unavoidably taken aback. He did not respond, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

　　 Song Yueming didn't mean to sell Guanzi. He raised his brows as if thinking of something very interesting. At that time, he said softly: "She said, if Brother Xu was here, he would do the same."

　　 Hearing this, Ning Zhumang was unavoidably stunned. The Yuwen Nanjing who changed his name is an unreasonable existence after all.

　　The emperor from ancient times, for the sake of the stability of the country, killing wives and abandoning children is not uncommon. On the contrary, he can know that there are tigers in the mountains and go to Hushan like Yuwen Nanjing, for a person who Xu Han has achieved such a level, but it is Very few.

　　"Love is a word." Ning Zhumang couldn't help sighing when he thought of this.

　　 Song Yueming opened another jar of sake again at this time, poured a glass for himself, and filled it with Ning Zhumang. At this time, he took a look at the man with white eyebrows and black hair with interest and asked. : "Why, Master Ning is finally ready to reveal your romantic stories back then?"

　　 Ning Zhumang, who was ridiculed by the younger generation, smiled helplessly, and there was a flash of loneliness on his face: "It's not a romantic story, it's just a foolish account."

　　 Ning Zhumang, who had said this, seemed unwilling to entangle on this matter any more. He mentioned the wine glass in front of him and drank one of them, and took the opportunity to put aside the topic: "How old is Xiao Xu? Dad?"

　　 I have to say that Ning Zhumang’s question is somewhat stupid. Song Yueming shook his head even though he smiled: "Master Ning really doesn't eat grains. How can a child of a few months be able to call him father." "

　　 Ning Zhumang suddenly became dumb, he seemed to have thought of something, and then sighed: "Yes, how can a child of that age be called Dad."

　　 said these words, and the atmosphere on the wine table fell silent again.

　　 drank several times again, Ning Zhumang just said again: "How are Zichuan and Xiao Xu getting settled over there?"

　　 "My father-in-law is taking care of me, so I should be fine if I think about it." Song Yueming said, referring to these two people, a smile unconsciously appeared on his stern face.

　　 "Si blank space has lived for hundreds of years, and he is not a stupid person. You must not be careless about this." Ning Zhumang didn't feel relaxed at all~IndoMTL.com~ At that time, he said in a deep voice.

　　 Song Yueming understood the meaning of his words, his face also sank, and his tone of voice was determined: "Teacher, don’t worry, Song just won this life and won’t hurt anyone. Them."

　　 Having said this, Song Yueming turned his head and looked out the window where the heavy rain was resting. He lifted the long sword on the table and stood up suddenly. He arched his hand towards Ning Zhumang and said: "Today So let's stop here. Song will be waiting for the teacher in three days."

　　The light in Ning's bamboo eyes condensed, and he also arched his hands in response: "Definiteness is not negative."

　　 Song Yueming was satisfied with such a response. He nodded to Ning Zhumang again, raised the hood behind his back, stayed on his head, and turned out of the tavern.

　　 So Ning Zhumang was left in this dilapidated tavern at the corner of Chang'an City.

　　 At that time, the man stretched out his hand to knock on the wooden table in front of him, and followed the window to watch the purple figure gradually entering the rainy night, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his face felt a little more emotional.

　　 "There is something wrong, you can't change it in your life."

　　 "As an elder, you can't watch the younger generation make the same mistake after all."

　　 The man muttered to himself, the wine glass in his hand was lifted by him again, and he bowed to the night sky where some dark clouds had just disappeared, and asked softly.

　　 "You say yes? Crescent?"

　　 No one can respond to his words, whether it is an empty tavern or a street break in the first rain.

　　 The man stood there for a long while holding the wine glass, and finally recovered.

　　 He smiled bitterly, then raised his head for the last glass of sake and drank it in one go.