"I didn't expect it to be you, Master Drizzle. When he saw this man, he cried and raised his eyebrows. He thought it was a young master of the Tang Sect, but it turned out to be a drizzle, and his head was still resting on Miss Tangmen's lap. Look at the stickiness of that Miss Tangmen, hasn't she become the son-in-law of Tangmen?

Although the drizzle sword master enjoyed it very much, the smile on his face became more and more bitter, when he first met this Miss Tangmen, he thought it was a cool Jianghu woman. But as a result, I tricked people into bed, only to find out that it was a lady.

Then, the river turned into pond water and was encircled.

The weakness of the Drizzle Sword Lord is women, and he can't be ruthless to women. Especially a weak and beautiful woman, a woman who is obedient to him, is his destiny nemesis.

This Miss Tangmen is cheerful and neat when she is outside, and her grievances are clear. But in front of him, it was like the lingering spring rain, weak and docile. Those eyes like autumn water made him feel even more painful.

The Drizzle Sword Lord sighed and said, "This is the Tang Demon Demon, and this is the Ghost Cry." ”

"The demon knife ghost cries. Tang Demon pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "I've heard of you, you don't have a good name in a single grass." ”

The ghost cried and coughed twice, as Miss Tangmen, she was really unkind to outsiders. bowed, and then asked the drizzle sword master: "What has happened recently, the sword master knows." ”

"Nature knows. Drizzle Sword opened his mouth, ate the grapes carefully peeled by the Tang Demon Demon in one bite, swallowed it in his stomach, and continued: "But it's a pity, I found out later. What's more, it's not worth my help. ”

Ghost Cry nodded, he naturally knew. Let the sword master make a move, deal with a few ordinary people, or small demons, weaker big demons and the like, naturally it doesn't matter. But once it comes to the powerful demon king, or even the thousand-year-old demon, when they need to use the immortal sword body, the price is extremely high.

Every sword comes at the cost of life.

The lifespan of a sword master is supposed to be thousands of years. However, because of the frequent use of the fairy sword, the result was that the five decays of heaven and man came ahead of schedule.

Many sword masters don't even live to be 300 years old.

So in general, they will never make a move, this is to protect them, and it is also the rule of Shushan.

"There's something I think you should use. ”

A maid entered the house, came up from behind Devil Cried, and handed over a thick stack of scrolls.

Ghost Cry put these things into Qiankun's bag one by one, and hugged a fist: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome. The Drizzle Sword Master opened his mouth again and took a bite of the peeled and seeded grapes. The ghost cried and saw that his eyes hurt, and he hurriedly said goodbye.

I went back to the house and looked through it overnight.

These scrolls are all pieces of information, some are maps, some are about the life of King Chuan, most of the people King Chuan meets on weekdays, most of them will go somewhere, and occasionally there will be abnormalities.

This is intelligence, very useful. Presumably, it was provided by the Tang Gate.

The entire Tianfu City, except for the Sichuan Palace, was able to provide such detailed information.

After reading it, the ghost cried and groaned: "This drizzle sword master, shouldn't he really become the son-in-law of the Tang Sect?"

If it is true, then the elders of Shushan should also breathe a sigh of relief.

The six sword masters, namely: Qingfeng, Mingyue, Shocking, Drizzle, Jiuyang, and Jiuyou.

The six sword masters have a problem, the bright moon and the nine shades love beauty, and the aesthetics are different, so they can't see each other, otherwise they will definitely fight. But they are the most worry-free, they are all homely, and they will not go far.

The stinging sword master likes to be scary, especially when he sees you being scared out of his body, and then laughs, and his personality is very bad.

The breeze and drizzle like to wave outside, don't like to go home, don't like to stay in one place, full of wildness, often disappearing, so that the elders of Shushan have a headache. Especially the Qingfeng Sword Master, the last one in front died outside, causing the fairy sword Qingfeng to disappear for 600 years, and even the divination can't figure out where it is.

If this young lady of the Tang family can tie up the drizzle sword master, even if she doesn't stay in Shu Mountain, she stays in Tianfu City, or stays in Tang County, the old nest of the Tang Gate, it is very good, at least she can find someone at a critical time.

As for the Jiuyang Sword Master, because he likes to set fires and likes to fight, he is a very violent element, and he can even be said to be a terrorist, often disrupting the order of Shushan, beating a group of Shushan disciples to the point of holding their heads, often their faces can't be swollen, and they are like a flat-headed brother. The lifespan is the lowest among several sword masters, and it is as brilliant and short as a meteor.

Therefore, the treatment is different. was kicked out early by the elders of Shushan Mountain, and let him run around the endless mountains, causing trouble everywhere, turning the world upside down, and harming those monsters. When he feels tired, he will naturally come back and stay for a few days.

The words were far away, and the ghost cried for the past two days, so he stayed in the house, studied the scrolls, and in the evening, he would go out and wander around to verify the information in the scrolls.

On the third day, he returned from outside. Immediately afterwards, he was stopped by the guy: "This guest officer, there is a man who claims to be seriously injured and asks the little one to give you a message." He said, "Ask the people of the mountains to go to the castle tower eight or nine rooms to talk about it." ”

The seriously injured people, the people in the mountains, are the code of the agreement between Ghost Cry and Luo Jiacheng, representing both sides.

Oni Cry nodded in acknowledgement, and then asked, "What is the place in the Eight or Nine Castle Tower?"

The castle tower has a domineering name, but in fact, it is just a chess shop, a place dedicated to playing chess. The main thing is to make some tea money, and occasionally make a small bet to be a banker.

It's almost night, and the number of people here is getting bigger. But it's not as crowded as a restaurant, it's orderly, and the distance between people is comfortable.

Not far, not close.

The candles are lined up, the lights are bright, and the room is delicately visible. People walk by, candlelight flickering.

The ghost cried to the counter and said to the shopkeeper, "Eight or nine." ”

The shopkeeper asked, "Your Excellency is from the mountains." ”

The ghost cried, "It's me." ”

"Who is the owner of the eight or nine rooms?"

"Seriously injured. ”

"That's it. "The shopkeeper called the man and sent the ghost to cry to the Eight or Nine Pavilions.

The so-called eight or nine rooms are just the name of a private room, such as one or two, two or three, three or four, etc., and he can only say that this shopkeeper is really good at playing.

Walk through the lobby and up the stairs. When we got to the eight or nine rooms, the man knocked on the door. The woman who opened the door had seen the one who played the piano for him in the outer building.

The woman bowed her head slightly and turned sideways to get out of the way. The ghost cried in, and saw Luo Jiacheng sitting in front of the chessboard. The door closed gently, and Luo Jiacheng spread his hands: "Next game?"

"Good. The ghost cried and walked over and knelt on the futon.

The two guessed first, the ghost cried and guessed, and the chess piece fell. Luo Jiacheng saw that the ghost cry was decisive and amazing, his eyes lit up, and he thought: I can't imagine that this ghost crying senior brother is a chess master.

The two sides fell quickly, chatting while going down. The woman made tea for the two of them next to her, elegant and dignified. The soaring clouds and mist lingered, and the faint fragrance of tea began to diffuse.

After the end of the first game, only half of the conversation was talked, the ghost cried's narrow eyes flashed, and the last son fell with amazing momentum.

There is no need to count anymore, looking at the situation above, it is very clear.