Looking at the sword in the cold light

Xigong Diaoying turned into a yellow ray of light and rushed across, and the sky began to drizzle, pattering down on the banana trees and the soil.

The night rain is cold and the night wind is miserable.

The air is extremely fresh and fragrant, water droplets flow down from the wide banana leaves, and drops drop from the tip of the leaves to the soil below, making the soil full of rainwater appear even muddier.

This is the "Sound of Blowing Rain and Scarlet" where Hen Qiangu resides.

In the rain, two young men stood facing each other with swords drawn.A man holding a sword has a leisurely expression. He wears a yellow and white palace hat, and his dark blue long hair is scattered behind him. At first glance, he looks black, but under the reflection of the light, it appears a subtle dark blue.His clothes are gorgeous, and the stitches and patterns are more delicate than works of art. The bud-colored robe is embroidered with light yellow patterns, and the sleeves and collar are dark black curvy patterns. The cloak is also deep black, with fretwork patterns embroidered on it. Although there are many patterns, the clothing has both dark and light colors, which affect each other. The black overall looks calm and grand, while the light color is gorgeous and graceful.This person is Qiangu, and his status in Yandu and the strength of his martial arts can be known from his clothes alone.

Hen Qiangu narrowed his particularly slender eyes, drizzle fell on his long eyelashes, stared at the red-haired man in front of him, raised his arm, swung the Divine Sharp Sword, and with a clang, the Divine Sharp Sword went straight into it In the dirt, he moved his scarred lips: "Now, it's time to taste the cold rain." With a wave of his hand, the small porcelain cup placed on the big rock next to him flew towards him, and it landed on him. On the hilt of the Shenrui sword inserted, the drizzle fell into the small porcelain cup, splashing a few drops of water.

The red-haired man Shi Yanmo also waved his sword, and another small porcelain cup placed on the big rock floated over and landed on his sword: "It may be the last time."

Hen Qiangu was still indifferent, expressionless, always his indifferent style of a killer: "Cheers."

After the words fell, the two of them shook with a little internal force at the same time, and their respective small porcelain cups flew out steadily at the same time, and when they collided in the mid-air between the two, they made a crisp sound.However, neither of them took the porcelain cup again, and launched an attack with a swing of the sword.

During the fierce battle between the two, Shi Yanmo used all his strength to achieve his goal.Hen Qiangu still has a playful attitude, he is lazy, and he handles things more casually. He has excelled in martial arts since he was a child, and he has some pride.Shi Yanmo is not a talkative person either, although Hen Qiangu was a little annoyed by his attitude of teasing him like a mouse, he didn't speak, just gathered his energy and held the knife to attack again.

"Second Geng Fu, Haiyue sleeps on the moon." Hen Qiangu chanted the move lightly, Shenrui flipped it over, leaving behind a few afterimages of the slender sword body, and the blue-purple light lingered around him. In a whirlwind, the strong wind lifted his cloak, exposing the red background inside the cloak, making the sound of hunting, making his figure even taller.

The surrounding banana trees rustled, and the drops of water on the leaves scattered like rain.

The blue-purple sword light galloped towards Shi Yanmo, powerful and powerful, and the scenery looked distorted when it came out.Shi Yanmo hurriedly dodged to dodge, and the blue-purple sword glow passed by, cutting off a few strands of his red hair.Just as Shi Yanmo was dodging, Hen Qiangu was much more serious, and didn't miss this opportunity, his figure flickered, and he stepped lightly on the mud, splashing his light-colored boots.The teleporting figure is like a ghost, swinging the sword and trying to take Shi Yanmo's head.

Shi Yanmo turned around and hit him, Hen Qiangu bent back to dodge the blow, Shi Yanmo attacked again, but he heard a clear and soft voice shouting: "Stop!"

Shi Yanmo saw that a soft white handkerchief actually blocked his knife, and a small handkerchief could hold his knife. This man must be unusual. He was interrupted in the midst of a fierce battle, and he was extremely displeased: "Who is it?" ?!"

It turned out to be him.

The white handkerchief was particularly conspicuous in the night rain. Seeing that the handkerchief was about to fly back to its owner when it twirled, Hen Qiangu raised his eyebrows, turned sideways, grabbed the handkerchief that was about to float away with his left hand, and turned around and flew away with his feet. From now on, he is a little farther away from Shi Yanmo.The gorgeous cloak flipped a few times in the air, and the sharp sword in Hen Qiangu's right hand touched the ground, and he stood firmly on the ground.He looked at the handkerchief in his left hand. The handkerchief was embroidered with light yellow flowers, and the fragrance was even stronger when the rain fell on the handkerchief.Hen Qiangu lightly sniffed the charming fragrance on the handkerchief, looked at the empty space ahead, and said slowly in a deep voice: "My hanging shadow, are you playing hide-and-seek with me?"

A slender figure loomed in front of the empty space. His white and bright yellow clothes were particularly conspicuous, as if illuminating the icy night rain.

"Outside the nine layers of smoke and snow, there is a breath of wind and clouds." Accompanied by the melodious sound of poetry reciting, Xigong Diaoying's figure gradually became clear. He happened to catch up with Hen Qiangu fighting the red-haired man. He glanced at Shi Yan Mo, the two looked at each other, clearly seeing the displeasure in each other's eyes. "Qiangong, who is he?"

"Hen Qiangu, who is he?" Shi Yanmo's expression turned cold, and he asked almost at the same time as Nishinomiya Diaoying.

Nishigong Diaoying saw that this man was handsome, and judging from the situation just now, it is probably not the first time that this man has been looking for traces, so for some reason, he felt a little bit pissed.

"Hahahaha!" Hen Qiangu, who looked at the two who were silent for a while, suddenly laughed, his overly long eyelashes moved, and his eyes wandered over the two of them, the atmosphere was a bit unusual.

There was a faint smile on the scarred lips of Mark Qiangu, the drizzle was still falling, and he threw the sharp sword, and the sword went into the sheath with a "swish", and he had no fighting spirit at this time.As soon as he raised his hand, the oil-paper umbrella resting on the big rock next to him fell steadily into his hand. He walked to Xigong Diaoying with the umbrella in his hands, and wrapped his arms around Xigong Diaoying's waist from behind: "This is my The hanging shadow of ... Shi Yanmo, are we friends in the world?"

Xigong Diaoying was a little blushed by Hen Qiangu's ambiguous tone and actions, and Shi Yanmo's face on the other side was a little ugly, put away the knife, and said coldly: "Hmph, we can only fight another day, I will leave first." The whole person turned into a bunch of red lights and disappeared.

"He's jealous." Nishinomiya Diaoying looked at the direction Shi Yanmo left, and teased sourly.

"You are jealous." Hen Qiangu looked at the place where Shi Yanmo disappeared, where there was only a dark night sky, let go of Nishi Gong Diaoying, and returned the handkerchief to him. "Actually, I don't know him half-life. He just came to me to discuss. I have been away from cigarettes for so many years. I know a lot of people in the world, and my friendship is shallow. You don't have to worry about it. How can they compare with you."

"Hey, so to speak, after you left Yandu, there are quite a lot of friends who come to drink with you every day to compete with swords. I can't control you anymore." He never moved away from Hen Qiangu's face, he couldn't see the color in those slender eyes, he only knew that Hen Qiangu was also watching him.He raised his hand and gently wiped the water droplets on Hen Qiangu's face with a handkerchief. From his full forehead to his slightly thinned cheeks, every movement was too gentle. It disappears.

Hen Qiangu half-closed his eyes to feel the soft and windy touch, staring at Nishinomiya Diaoying's handsome face, and didn't speak for a while, because they knew what they wanted to say.He also knew that when the Binglou murder was about to be revealed, Baili Binghong, the third younger brother of the Xuanming family, who he had chased and killed before, failed, and Baili Binghong escaped for a long time. The confession came out, and everyone was waiting to kill him.

"There was a fierce battle just now, Qiangong, is it rain or sweat on your face?" Xigong Diaoying said softly.

In the night, the two people holding oil-paper umbrellas stood facing each other, the drizzle was accompanied by a gentle breeze, and it didn't change until the end of the night.

"You can call me Qiangu. I am no longer Scars Qiangong. When the great master sent me out, he had coordinated not to use the identity of Yandu, so as not to have anything to do with Yandu. Now, the grandmaster really intends to let me Fend for myself in the rivers and lakes, I really became Hen Qiangu. It’s not bad to be Hen Qiangu..." Hen Qiangu lowered his eyes, and there was a bit of sadness in his usually calm tone, just like this desolate rainy night, showing a trace of sadness. Cool. "Furthermore, now that Baili Binghong has gone back, if you reveal all about the bloody case back then, I was indeed the one who chased and killed him before. Later, the Eastern Emperor ordered someone else to replace him, and that person is still unable to kill Baili Binghong. , blame me?"

Being an assassin is the most difficult thing, just to practice this martial art, you have to suffer so much, not to mention whether you should be ruthless or not, the important thing is to listen to the boss above, especially like Hen Qiangu who is caught between Guling Shiyan and Donghuang. Between the two bosses, it is even more difficult to work, no matter how high the ability is, no matter how effective the work is, so what.In the end, maybe the two bosses wanted his life.

"Qiangu..." Xigong Diaoying heard it very sad, maintained the movement of wiping the handkerchief, stared at Hen Qiangu, felt more and more heartbroken, wrapped his arms around Hen Qiangu's neck, and at the same time he wrapped his arm around Hen Qiangu, pulling him into his arms inside.Xigong Diaoying leaned on Hen Qiangu's shoulder, and said: "Although the master said that he can't keep you, he will not take action against you, but will try to keep you."

Hen Qiangu caressed the long straight hair on the back of Xigong Diaoying, the long dark brown hair was so smooth that it was almost impossible to grasp, even in the dark night it did not hide its luster.He looked at the banana tree in the distance thoughtfully, no matter what decision Guling Shiyan made, it was nothing more than killing him or keeping him. In his heart, Guling Shiyan would always be the "God of Yandu", and he followed him faithfully all his life. , without complaint or regret, murmured: "Even if the great master wants to kill me, I will repay him for his upbringing and education, and I have no complaints."

Embracing each other in silence for a moment, their respective thoughts were heavy, Nishinomiya Diaoying suddenly thought of the things he specially brought, pushed away Hen Qiangu, and said, "I brought you Sangluo wine." The wine jug floated in his hand.

This crane-shaped white jade jug exudes a warm white jade luster, and you can faintly smell the fragrance of wine inside.Hen Qiangu glanced at the flagon placed on the big rock behind, pointed at it, and the flagon was thrown out: "You gave me a new flagon, the old one can be thrown away, accompany me Go up there and have a drink or two."

Nishinomiya Diaoying looked at the muddy dirt road with some distaste, he has a serious cleanliness habit.It was really hard for him to come to "Blowing Rain and Scarlet Sound", Hen Qiangu thought helplessly and dotingly.Xigong Diaoying lives in the comfortable inner palace of Yandu, pampered and pampered, unlike Hen Qiangu who travels around everywhere.Speaking of which, Hen Qiangu was also extremely lazy, so he found a banana forest where it often rained, and saw a big rock that could accommodate two people lying sideways, so he set up an umbrella on it, and he settled there.He didn't even bother to set up a thatched hut as a nest. Anyway, he was running tasks outside all day, and it was rare for him to come back to listen to the rain and drink when he was free.

Hen Qiangu hugged Xigong Diaoying tightly, and the figure flashed, leaving behind a few afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, the two came to the stone.Oil-paper umbrellas no longer need to be held by people, but they can stand on them by themselves.Even though it was only light rain, the rocks were still damp, Xigong Diaoying would definitely not want to sit on it, even if it was sunny, anyway, every time Xigong Diaoying came, he would be disgusted every time, Hen Qiangu was too lazy to build a house, it was laborious, and No time to stay, why bother.He was sitting with the umbrella standing above him, holding Sukage Nishinomiya on his lap.