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Mingyue Lake, Qingfeng Ju, isn't it Qingfeng Mingyue, but how can he know the people in Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, is it the old man in cloth who is known as the first master in Tang Kingdom? Ye Yinfeng's mind flashed through this world-shattering master, but he never couldn't figure out why this world-shattering master would let him go to that Qingfeng Residence. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info No wonder the young man dressed as a white-clothed swordsman would have a faint hostility towards himself, it turned out that he wanted to join the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, but he was repeatedly rejected, and he still had to target himself, I was afraid that there would be no good thing if the Qingfeng Residence was a trip, and he would not be a small enemy as soon as he came. As for why the people in this Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion knew that they were here, it must have been done by the fat Taoist priest.

Ye Yinfeng was not interested in the son of the Wu family, and he didn't ask Lai Gou'er and the others, but he inquired about the location of Mingyue Lake and Qingfeng Residence. Located in the east of the city, there are many lakes, especially Mingyue Lake, which is not only the pleasant scenery of the lake, but also the Qingfeng Residence, which stands in the imperial city and is the only building above the palace.

Lai Gou'er and Li Chenglong entered the courtyard, nothing happened, and the two went out shoulder to shoulder, and it was always good for them to go out. I guess I fell in love with a chicken, a dog, or something like that, and then I found a good place to peek at whose lady took a bath, anyway, there is no good thing for these two to be together.

Before leaving, Ye Yinfeng confessed, he always felt that the dark sky gave him an ominous premonition, and he always felt that something was going to happen. The layers of dark clouds that rushed down made him feel a little uneasy, and the sky that was gradually dyed inky made him feel a palpitation.

The dinner is still the tofu flower of the lady of the Lin family, plus the pig's trotters marinated by the lady of the Xiao family, Sixiao is very satisfied with this kind of dinner, and he is not tired of it. Their greatest satisfaction is to drink the tofu flowers of the Lin family's mother's family, and then nibble on the braised pig's trotters of the Xiao family's lady's family.

The already dark sky, coupled with the arrival of night, shrouded the whole sky in ink, and there was no starlight around, and even the strong moonlight could not penetrate through the thick clouds. When the wind rose, a whining sound came from this cloth alley, like a wolf howling.

What was rare was that the old man who was sleeping woke up, and sat on the bed with a tired body, and a deep and majestic aura emanated from his body. At this time, the cloudy eyes shot out a sharp and sharp light, with a few indescribable looks.

The old man's exquisite light did not last long before his cloudy eyes were restored. He didn't say a word, and his slightly rosy cheeks slackened. Ye Yinfeng could clearly feel the disordered true qi in his body, he hadn't fully recovered, and his body was still as weak as a disease. The old man who was sitting there had a grateful light in his eyes, and that gaze could only be understood by him and Ye Yinfeng. Sixiao didn't care too much about the changes in the old man, they helped the old man as much as possible, and then fed him tofu flowers one by one.

The old man's breath had improved, saving Ye Yinfeng a trace of worry, but the old man's actions were still like that, he could only sit dry, but he couldn't straighten up at all, let alone leave the bed. He really couldn't figure out who had hurt him so badly.

The night became intense, and the surroundings were even darker, and only the sound of the whirring wind could be heard, which was harsh and disturbing. Sixiao took care of the old man and lay down again, and he fell to his place one after another, and after a while, he fell asleep, and the sound of snoring and falling asleep was heard.

If the dark night is quiet, the heavy breath is pressed wildly, and the suffocating dark night is like a big net, tightly wrapping the earth under the cover of the night, making people not resist in the slightest.

There were bursts of footsteps in the distance, about three or four people, the footsteps were calm and steady, and with their footsteps, the mud and dust were lifted one after another, making a piercing sound. And at this time, the silence around was not only the cold wind howling, but the creaking footsteps. Ye Yinfeng heard the heavy footsteps very clearly, and as his realm improved, he also improved his six senses a lot. The footsteps of the three of them are heavy but not lacking in vigor, the other party may be a martial artist, but the realm is not very high, it should be just an ordinary low-level martial artist, and he just knows a little bit of internal strength.

The three figures shuttled through the vast night, shining green and faint like three wild wolves. The wind is high and the night is dark, who said that it is not when it is time to kill. And the inhabitants of this alley had already fallen asleep, and they did not notice the three uninvited guests with a fierce atmosphere. There was a dead silence in the low earthen huts on both sides of Buyi Lane, except for the dim lanterns hanging high, and the cold wind blew with a slight creaking sound.

Ye Yinfeng sat quietly on a stone mill in the courtyard, the bladeless blade in his hand rose up, emitting a dark halo, and then hid in the dark night, like a poisonous snake, waiting for the opportunity to move, one blow will kill. And his whole person was like a light mist, slowly blending into the night, and he could only see a strange shadow.

With a bang, the gate of the courtyard was slammed open, and finally there was a wail, and it slowly fell into the courtyard, stirring up a puff of dust. The dull sound did not last long, nor did it bring any movement to the quiet cloth alley, and the three of them rushed up to the courtyard in a flash.

Before the figures of the three of them could stand firmly, they were greeted by a black shadow like a poisonous snake, and a majestic figure. The dark shadow shot out of the figure's hand, and a sense of horror that they couldn't break free from instantly spread around them. In his eyes, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in his life, his pupils dilated I don't know how many times. Immediately, they only felt a little cold breath in their throats, and they opened their mouths wide, but they couldn't say a word, they could only open their unwilling eyes, cover their throats with both hands, and slowly fall to the ground.

With a long sigh, Ye Yinfeng exhaled a turbid breath in his chest, inserted it into his back without a blade, and then sat on the grinding again, motionless, like a sculpture, slowly fading into the night. It's just that the air of that night began to fill the air with a condensed smell of blood, which became stronger and stronger, slowly spread around, and then disappeared again with the wind.

There were only three corpses in the courtyard that fell on the dusty ground, and the blood stained the mud, and the blood gathered and dispersed, and the earth became dead and silent again, as if none of this had happened. But the man who sat withered came out with two palpitating rays of light, piercing through the endless night like a sword.

I don't know if it was the time of a breath, or the time of a pillar of incense, or an hour later, the sitting figure was still motionless. The cold wind came like a knife, the wind tightened, and the night was even darker than ink. Only a dark shadow passed over a pond outside the cloth lane, it was a bird that had returned home but could not find a home, swept past and back, sometimes circling and flying in a straight line.

An even more fierce cold wind blew towards the courtyard deep in the cloth alley, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the door of the courtyard, the dark figure with the slaughter of winter cold, and the inky black robe was like an elf in the night, exuding a faint halo.

Finally came a decent one, Ye Yinfeng's heart moved, the dark iron sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and the true qi in his body was like a river, quickly flowing around him. He didn't move, he didn't make any sound. Just gently holding the blood-drinking bladeless sword in his hand, it was the Reaper of Death in the dark night, exuding a bloodthirsty aura, it was the three uninvited guests who fell to the ground without even making a sound.

Walking in slowly, the man's gaze froze, and he saw the figure sitting in the almost cracked stone mill like a breeze, and a flickering black shadow was in the man's hand. That black shadow seemed ordinary, but it brought him a suffocating coercion, and made him feel powerless in the bottom of his heart. This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing a blue shirt and a pair of superb radiant eyes.

"Do you know the consequences of your doing this?" The man spoke, even though he opened his mouth to exude an aura of pride, he had the qualifications to be proud, no matter who followed such a master, there was no reason not to be proud, so he could send out such arrogance, and even he felt that the other party would definitely be succumbed to his arrogance.

But what awaited him was still silence, a dead silence, with a bit of disdain and a bit of contempt in that silence. This feeling made him very unhappy, and a great anger suddenly surged in his heart, and even his master had never treated him like this. Although he was just one of the man's dogs, being a dog also had the dignity of a dog.

A sharp light burst out from his hand in an instant, and a dazzling splendor swept through the dark night, shooting towards Ye Yinfeng like a bamboo. There was an endless killing intent between the dots, and the breaking whistle broke the gloom of the dark night, and the face was fiercely hideous, but then, the fierce color that had just been revealed was frozen, like weathered rocks, solidified with a stunned shock.

Two slender fingers stretched out and clamped the thunderous blow, the majestic body didn't even move for half a bit, and a trace of sharpness flashed in Ye Yinfeng's calm eyes, like a meteor flashing in the dark night. The fierce wind blew across his face, blowing his hair, and he sat as steady as a mountain, as quiet as a coiled root.

A look of panic flashed from the man's eyes, and his incomprehensible expression began to turn pale, and when the man was stunned, he saw a faint halo burst out between Ye Yinfeng's fingers. The cyan halo was inconspicuous in the night, but the man could see it clearly. Immediately, the cyan halo jumped a few times, and with a bang, the man's sword had been broken in two. The residual strength came from the man's broken sword, and the man's arm was like an electric shock, and as soon as his hand was numb, the broken sword flew out of his hand and landed in the vast night.

"Don't make a mistake about yourself, you can't fight us, and the people Your Highness wants to get haven't missed yet. Not ?????????" Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because Ye Yinfeng's right hand moved, and the dark iron sword turned into a black light again, shooting towards the man's throat, leaving only a small hole in the gushing blood. Unwillingness, incomprehension, and of course anger can all be presented from the man's eyes, and finally they all turn into a touch of remorse, and the body falls softly, without stirring up any dust, and gently like a dead leaf from a tree.

There was another long silence, and Ye Yinfeng's heart stirred up a lot of waves, he was not a person who loved to kill, but he killed four people in a row tonight. But he still doesn't have any psychological burden in his heart, these people are all people who should be killed, if he is allowed to choose again, he will not hesitate to hold the sword and kill.

The sword in his hand is the injustice of the world, and he has a heroic spirit, which means to rush to the top of the nine heavens. There was no concern at all because of what he did just now, and he did not regret it because of the killing, Ye Yinfeng's heart was open and vast. Getting along with Sixiao in the past few days, it is impossible to say that there is no emotion, maybe the things he has experienced are similar to them, or maybe it is the stirring pride in Ye Yinfeng's heart that makes him make the right choice.