Knight line GL

After arranging Qin Gutong, Xiao Qingqian sat down quietly.The light sweeps the temples, and the beauty shines.She picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus crisp with chopsticks.Kai Kai bit a corner of his lips and chewed carefully - it was a little too sweet, and Ah Tong probably didn't like it.

The figure on the ground is thin, and the moon is thick outside the window.

A figure rises from the door, the shadow is swaying, and the cadence is sighing: "The autumn wind is blowing in the fallen rivers and lakes, and the ruthless old man refuses to open the door... Alas! The storyteller sighed."

The voice is inaudible, but it is close to the ear.Xiao Qingqian casually put the sweet-scented osmanthus halva back on the plate.The jade hands are slender, and the white elephant chopsticks are slightly yellowish.She twisted her fingertips and threw the chopsticks out.

The seven-inch six-inch elephant chopsticks flew out like arrows.The tail of the chopsticks was flat, and the beveled edge suddenly hit the side wall.Using strength to rebound, he went straight to the door.The chopsticks smashed open the door latch with a "snap".

The door creaked.

A folding fan leaned against the door and gently pushed it open.The storyteller lifted the hem of his green shirt and stepped in.Standing by the door, he bowed his hands and said with a pleasant smile: "There is a destiny in the world, I never thought I could see you here. Hey, where is Qin Xia?"

Seeing Xiao Qingqian sitting upright without saying a word, and the Shuanghua sword resting on the table, he was not afraid. He poked his head over his eyes and smiled strangely: "There are so many dirty things in the world, how many of them can you cover?"

Xiao Qingqian remained unmoved, suppressed his killing intent, and replied calmly: "There are so many wicked people in the world, how many people can I kill?"

Of course the storyteller knew what she meant, but he was born with a cheap mouth that deserves to be beaten.With the intention of threatening, I have to nag one or two.He cupped his hands, bowed to the bottom, and said with a smile: "It's not just a few people, you can kill many people. Just don't kill Xiaosheng."

Xiao Qingqian knew his temperament, glanced at the Eight Treasures Shelter Umbrella Lamp, and said leisurely: "May I say one or two more words before I die?"

The storyteller looked around, but didn't see any clues.He shook his folding fan, showing exaggerated exclamation: "His Majesty Messiah, you are the God who saves the world, why are you talking about killing people now, could it be that you have fallen into the demon realm?"

god?I am but a sacrifice that you put on the altar.

Xiao Qing smiled secretly, with murderous intent rising in his heart.Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and the light-colored pupils were instantly clouded with thick ink, but they were completely covered.

The storyteller looked at Andon again, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

Xiao Qing smiled lightly and stretched out his hand.

The storyteller didn't take it seriously when he saw Xiao Qingqian pushing the lamp hanging chair over.Even if it was followed by a plate of pastries and a pair of ivory chopsticks, he was neither alarmed nor panicked.He has always regarded himself as unsurpassed in his physical skills, how can he be hindered by mere tricks!

While breathing, the three pieces of chairs, plates, and chopsticks arrive together.The storyteller has a smile on his face and a free and easy posture.Shaking his right wrist, he folded the fan open.Stretch out your left hand and raise your leg to hook.

Peach Blossom Flowing Water fan noodles, the plate filled with sugar fried mochi is about to fall steadily.

At this moment, the storyteller's toes touched the edge of the lamp hanging chair.With a flick of his toes, he hooked his ankles hard behind him, and after turning half an arc, he could sit down comfortably.At the same time, the tip of his left finger has already touched the ivory chopsticks, and he can hold it firmly with his thumb!

The white-glazed porcelain plate fell lightly on the fan, and the sugar-fried mochi on the plate rolled forward according to the inertia.The storyteller hurriedly followed the fan forward, and Ma Yuan paused beside the plate.Seeing that it was about to roll back to the plate, the storyteller suddenly frowned slightly.

The lamp hanging chair on the left foot dragged across the ground with both feet, and knocked on the gap between the blue bricks!

If the chair is tilted, it will fall down in an instant.

The storyteller squeezed the thumb of his left hand and suddenly felt something was wrong!His face suddenly stiffened, and his complexion instantly became dignified——

A pair of two ivory chopsticks shot out at the same time, one in front and one in back.The second ivory chopstick was half an inch slower, only half an inch away, and fell right next to his thumb!

The three pieces of chairs, plates, and chopsticks arrived together, and each had an accident.

Although the storyteller didn't panic, his left shoulder slumped, and he lowered half of his body to catch the falling ivory chopsticks.At the same time, point the toes of the left foot and keep the heel off the ground to stabilize the center of gravity.

"Crack."

In the quiet room, there was a sudden soft sound.

After throwing out the three things, Xiao Qingqian leaned over and sat upright, looking at the storyteller right now.I saw him spread his hands, one high and one low, standing like a golden rooster independently, his appearance was extremely funny.

Xiao Qingqian looked indifferent, and nodded slightly, as if to praise.

It is rare for the storyteller to say nothing, his face ashen as a defeated fighting cock.With his internal energy circulating, he stretched out his hand and threw the sugar-fried mochi plate and ivory chopsticks back on the table.The lamp hanging chair was wrapped in strength, and it hit the ground steadily with a muffled sound.

Lowering his hands, the storyteller slowly moved his right foot and looked down——

An ivory chopstick lay quietly on the ground, it was the one that Xiao Qingqian knocked open the door latch.He happened to be stepped on by the storyteller just now, and at that moment, he not only let out a "click", but also broke his center of gravity.

Masters duel, fighting for an inch, fighting for an inch.

Xiao Qingqian remained calm, but the winner has been decided, the winner has been decided.

The candles were shining brightly, she raised her jaw slightly.Apart from being elegant and elegant, he even smiled slightly: "You know why I didn't kill you back then."

What happened back then is vivid in my mind.At that time, she wanted to escape from the Canaan Temple and conspired with the storyteller.On the agreed day, he was betrayed, but fortunately he made a bloody way out.

The storyteller shook the folding fan lightly, as if reminiscing about the past, and said with a pleasant smile, "It's His Highness's kindness, caring for his classmates to practice calligraphy."

Xiao Qing nodded with a slight smile, and the two chatted like old friends reunited.Talking about the betrayal back then, Xiao Qingqian remained calm and indifferent, with the corners of his mouth curled up, he asked again: "Then you know why I didn't kill you today."

Before she finished speaking, she narrowed her cold eyes, and red mist surged in her eyes!

The storyteller's heart trembled, and he took several steps back.The folding fan is on the chest, and the whole body is tense and ready to go.After waiting for a while, seeing that she hadn't made a move, he felt a little relieved and smiled embarrassingly.

Xiao Qing looked at it as if he didn't hear it, and remained calm.He raised his hand to take the cup, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "Let's talk."

The storyteller folded and folded again and again, and finally lost his momentum.The folding fan tapped on the palm of his hand, and he gave up on himself and said: "Since the lord passed away, His Majesty the Messiah, you have left again. There has been a quarrel in the church for a long time, and the seven dragons have no leader. Xiaosheng's nature is loose and romantic...cough, anyway, the master made a mess of smoke. He called himself Messiah, intervene in Qiyao. Now he is the master of the church inside and outside."

Canaan, the land of refuge, the home of the gods.

The master of the hall, under the leader of the church, is in charge of the general affairs of the teaching.

Although Xiao Qingqian didn't care about it, he still felt disdainful: "The servant of the gods is trying to implicate the king's power."

The storyteller clapped his hands with his fans, bowed his head and stamped his feet, and sighed, "I'm a villain from heaven, there's nothing I can do about it."

Xiao Qing turned a blind eye, and said bluntly: "Since you are apostate, why should you give money?"

The storyteller shook his head quickly, with a solemn expression, and said righteously: "Xiaosheng is just like His Highness, admiring the customs of his homeland, and yearning for friendship in the world."

Xiao Qingqian looked him up and down: he really looks like a Han now, with accent, hair color and pupil color, more like himself than himself.

Xiao Qingqian inherited almost everything from her mother, except the color of her pupils.Her natural pupils are extremely shallow, half-transparent amber, and her father's shadow can be vaguely seen.That alien king has a pair of intoxicating eyes and...

Xiao Qingqian's heart trembled, and he didn't want to think about it.

The storyteller touched the tip of his nose, waved the paper fan, and said with a sullen smile, "I have a cheap deal here, and I want to do it with His Highness. You don't need a penny, you only earn and don't pay."

Xiao Qingqian glanced away and remained silent.She thought it was Canaan's attack, but the storyteller had already rebelled.

She originally thought that since the Jing family came, Canaan must not be far away.Now that the situation is weird, she intends to ask about the current situation.Then I thought of the person in front of me, who is impermanent by nature, has changeable likes and dislikes, and is really not a trustworthy person.Since he opened his mouth, it is better to wait and see what happens, and then respond.

Seeing that she was silent, the storyteller lightly waved his folding fan and took a step forward: "Xiaosheng escaped by death, and he really didn't want to cause trouble. However, the Bodhisattva has a heart that doesn't allow people to suffer. He picked up a few people on the way, but he was single and weak. , so I want to entrust you to take care of one or two."

After the storyteller finished speaking, seeing Xiao Qingqian raised his eyes to look out the door, he quickly opened the door and greeted the outside: "Come in, come in and talk."

Daqian had just dragged the two servant girls to a corner to hide them, and when he heard the words, he quickly responded in a low voice: "Sir, the city lord knows what we're doing, so he must beat us to death."

The storyteller paused his feet, shook his head and said repeatedly: "You can't carve a rotten wood, and you can't smash a wall of dung! I mourn my misfortune, but I can't argue with my anger!"

What he said was like a tongue twister, and the big money family was at a loss.Li Zhaoxue could hear it clearly, her face froze immediately, and she said in a stiff tone, "How are you talking?"

The storyteller's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he bowed and said, "Xiaosheng has a thin stomach, narrow chest, thin eyelids, and narrow girth. Don't blame Miss. But if we don't do this now, we will die before he knows it."

Xiaoqian hurriedly urged: "Father, let's go in first, sister Zhaoxue can't blow the cold wind."

Daqian felt extremely remorseful in his heart: How could a ghost be so obsessed that he sneaked out after him!Although the wind leaked in the chai courtyard, it was safe and sound.How can it end now!

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked into the room.He was frowning, but when he saw Xiao Qingqian, he was taken aback for a moment, opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.Xiaoqian helped Li Zhaoxue into the house, also surprised.

The storyteller shook his fan and said with a smile: "Everyone, you can feel at ease now. This is an immortal Bodhisattva who saves suffering, and this place is a Taoist temple that shelters from wind and rain."

Xiao Qing has a light blue silk shawl, and her white clothes are like snow.Sitting under the lamp, her face is beautiful and her eyebrows are shining.The most is that calm and unhurried, like a mountain like a deep, like a god looking down on the world.

When Da Qian met her eyes, he was terrified, not daring to offend, and quickly lowered his head.Half-believing and half-doubting, just thinking about what to say, Xiao Qingqian said: "Go out."

The expressions of the members of the Qian family changed, and they all looked at the storyteller.The storyteller sighed, and was about to speak to persuade him, when suddenly he frowned and said, "Here we come."

Noisy footsteps approached, and the storyteller saw Xiao Qingqian's expression remained the same, covered his mouth with a fan, and said mysteriously: "Back then, Taihezong gave the Qin family half of the volume, and Qin Yifei gave part of it to Wu for use."

Xiao Qingqian's eyelids slowly lifted up to take a look at him.After a while, he opened his mouth lightly and said, "Enter the room on the left side."