When Hongliu was secretly surprised, he saw a sudden white light appear in front of him, and a long meteor crossed the dark basement.

I saw the man pull out a strip of cloth from his waist, it was a soft sword.

The man shook in the wind, and saw that the soft, soft, ribbon-like long sword suddenly unfolded, and made a gurgling sound under the dim light shadow, like a poisonous snake spitting out a long letter, dancing in the wind with its slow swimming steps.

Hongliu exclaimed again and said, "Drunken sword?

As soon as the words fell, the sword light in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the man's hand was still empty, as if he had never pulled out a soft sword, let alone danced in front of them.

The sword was still unsheathed, and the man's face returned to normalcy again, and then, sitting down in his original seat, looking at them, smiling slightly, and saying, "Do you know what it means to drink with your heart?"

Hongliu nodded, with a solemn and reverent look, and said slowly: Wine is everywhere, it lies in all things, as long as people eliminate the boundary between themselves and external objects, and the unity of things and me, they can understand wine, view wine with water, and look at people with wine, I don't know what is water, what is wine, and what is me.

Although I don't know who you are, I can see from the drinking that your swordsmanship must be very powerful, and you have completely reached the realm of human and sword integration.

The man laughed but didn't answer.

At this time, Wutong, who had not spoken on the side, suddenly interrupted their conversation and said: I also want to have a drink, I don't know if it's okay?

The man smiled, picked up the jar, poured a glass for her, gently pushed it in front of her, and nodded.

Wutong smiled, picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and then looked at the glass, as if recalling whether it was wine or water that he had just drunk.

Then, he nodded and said, "Sure enough, it's good wine."

The man: Since it is good wine, be careful of getting drunk.

Wutong smiled, carefully put the dried quilt back on the current table, and then, looking at the man, said: "Did you hear what we said just now?"

The man poured another glass of water, took it, carefully examined the contents of the cup, and then, through the cup, looked at the sycamore, but suddenly changed the topic and said:

Why don't you ask me who I am, why I'm here, whether I'm here on my own, or if I'm locked up here, if you knew you were coming, and waited for you here on purpose, but you want to ask about the rest?

Wutong smiled and said: Actually, it doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter why you are here, the important thing is that you don't have any ill will towards us.

You speak so kindly, you are so polite to us, you invite us to drink and you dance the sword for us, I think we should also be polite to you, can we do something for you?

The man shook his head, as if he was sighing something, his heart was full of infinite melancholy, and he said lightly: Actually, I am like this to anyone.

Speaking of this, he paused, raised his glass at her, and said with a smile: Thank you for trusting me so much, and drinking the water I handed over so easily, regardless of whether it was poisonous or not.

However, you can rest assured that I will never poison the water, because I always use a sword when I want to kill.

Besides, before I kill someone, I will definitely notify the person who is being killed in advance, so that he can be prepared, and then kill him again, so that I will have a sense of accomplishment when I kill him.

When he said this, he was still so easy-going, so elegant, as if he was playing with them, but these words made Sycamore and Red Willow shudder.

Hongliu was originally full of curiosity, but after seeing his swordsmanship, he became even more curious, and took a few steps forward to see his appearance clearly.

However, the man seemed to have seen her intentions a long time ago, so he always hid his face in the long light and shadow of the lamp on the table, and no matter which direction he looked at it, he could only see a vague cloud.

Hongliu was startled, knowing that this person was using an extremely fast identity to avoid his own root-seeking problem, although on the surface it seemed that he was not moving at all, he couldn't help but say:

So, who are you? Judging from the posture you just performed, you can definitely be regarded as the best swordsman in the rivers and lakes, but why have I never seen you in the rivers and lakes?

The man did not answer, but drank the glass of water he had just poured out, and then, squinting, as if enjoying an old glass of wine.

After drinking so much water on such a cold day, he didn't even frown.

Wutong also followed: yes, yes, this is not fair, you know who we are, and you know what we are here for, and we are like idiots, we don't know anything,

It's really unfair not to know who you are, not to know what you want to do, or even to know if you're meant to us or not.

The man put down his cup, stood up, turned his back to them, and looked at the dim oil lamp, as if he were speaking to them, and as if to himself, and said:

In this world, there is no such thing as absolute fairness, just like Lan Yutang wants to kill Hong Hui and you want to kill Xiang Fang, it is also unfair to them.

Hearing this, Wutong's brows furrowed slightly, bent into the shape of two knives, and then, turned to look at Hongliu, then looked at him, and said: So, you really heard the conversation we just had, do you know everything?

The man did not speak, but took a wire stuck in the oil lamp and picked up the flame to make the light in the cave less dim.

At this moment, although the lights were brighter, the sycamore and the red willow still couldn't see his appearance clearly.

He had chosen a very good position where he stood, and from every angle he could see them perfectly, while he had hidden everything in the shadow of the oil lamp, like a ghost.

This makes the atmosphere in the whole cave seem more poignant, and adds a sense of mystery invisibly, swaying and erratic.

Wutong took a few steps forward, leaning against the table tightly, as if he wanted to see more clearly, but he couldn't see anything, so he had to say gloomily:

If you are a person from the Ogi Mirror Palace, an accomplice of the Quick Sword Xiang Fang, or even the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace, if you want to stop me from making a move, even if you can make a move, I will die without resentment.

It's an honor to die at the hands of a master like you. If I die here, will anyone be able to find my body?

The man was still facing away from her, and said lightly: Yes.

Wutong said movingly: Who?

At this moment, although the man turned to face her, he still hid his face in the shadow of the lamp, and still could not see his face clearly, only listening to him say slowly: Knife quickly.

Hearing these four words, Wutong couldn't help but frown his eyebrows again, as if he could no longer bear this invisible suppression, and said loudly to him:

Hey, what else do you know, you might as well say it all, you squeeze out little by little like this, not only makes people feel uncomfortable, almost crazy, but also, it makes people feel very secretive, are you deliberately tricking us and scaring us to death?

But the man smiled and said, "Actually, I don't know anything."

Wutong shook his head and said, "Impossible, you lie to people."