"If you want to get out alive, just sit honestly, and when the miscellaneous things subside, I will naturally give you an antidote. This is the third sentence Tang Wuye said, which is more convincing than the breathtaking cultivation of Sword Wine Song.

The visitors who hated them before now prayed that Tang Wuye would be safe, and some even secretly blamed Yu Xuanzi for not asking about him, so that he also went into the water with him.

The people at the banquet were sitting precariously, and they didn't even dare to exhale - Tang Wuye was a killer who took his life, a killer didn't have to pay attention to being as decent as a chivalrous man, the killer's job was to take his life, and everything else was empty talk.

The scene is like a taut rope string, but some people don't know how to pluck it.

Outside the main hall, a soldier wearing heavy armor climbed the steps panting, ignoring the suffocating depression, and rushed into the hall to report loudly: "Venerable! Venerable! The emperor has issued an urgent edict ordering His Holiness and his troops to return to the capital immediately to be dispatched without delay!"

The bright moon climbed to the top of the mountain, the barb looked like I don't know how many nebulae were caught, the distant forest was covered with a veil of fog like a mysterious beauty waiting to be teased, the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers rarely returned to its former tranquility, the smell of earth in the air carried a tranquil effect, and even the noisy wind blowing and falling leaves were gradually appeased.

Bai Luofeng lay on the lawn, and occasionally grass seeds were blown into his face. At this time, he is very easy to be satisfied, and the breeze from all directions and the fragrance of flowers under him make him feel how beautiful life is.

After the stalemate in the daytime, the injured Burning Yutian was taken away by the children of the valley, and Yu Xuanzi also took advantage of the urgent edict that came in time to find the steps and leave, except for Tang Wuye who left the antidote and disappeared without a trace, everyone else stayed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers for a while, as for the group of innocent guests who were involved in the banquet, they returned to their respective homes in embarrassment after the banquet.

In fact, Bai Luofeng was a little sympathetic to Tang Wuye, who would not enjoy, if a person could only kill people, how could life have other colors? So in order not to sympathize with himself, Bai Luofeng forced Nalan Zhifeng to take out the hundred flowers brewed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers.

An ant climbed on the bridge of Bai Luofeng's nose, his eyes were focused on the ant's antennae, and he casually asked Nalan, who was silent next to him: "Why didn't you talk to her earlier?"

"Because I figured one thing out. Nalan glanced at Bai Luofeng, who was entertaining himself.

"What's the matter?"

"I used to learn swords, not for swords. Nalan Zhifeng poured a sip of wine, "Thanks to that Taoist priest, from now on, he will be dedicated to the sword, and there will be no more him." ”

"But if you forget the reason for practicing the sword, what's the point of lifting the sword?" Bai Luofeng gently grabbed the lost ant, put it back in the grass, and then propped up half of his body and asked rhetorically.

"If you don't even have your life, what else can you talk about?"

Bai Luofeng was slightly stunned, and finally couldn't answer, he knew that Nalan Zhifeng was blaming himself in his heart, blaming himself for not practicing the sword moves that stood alone in the world before-if he had practiced earlier, Wanhua Valley would not have been bullied by Yu Xuanzi in the future, and he would not have fallen into the dry stone pool, and Ji Zilian would not have reluctantly agreed to the family affairs of Burning Yutian.

But he also knew that the ruthless sword that Nalan said was still incomplete, how could a person who really wanted to be ruthless blame himself, how could he feel guilty, and how could he kill him back regardless of his life?

Bai Luofeng didn't want Nalan Zhifeng to think about those sad things, so he deliberately found other words to bypass: "Do you guess how many glasses of wine in the wine jug are enough to drink?"

"Seven cups. Nalan said lightly.

Bai Luofeng smiled: "Don't just say a number for me." ”

"I have weighed and counted. Nalan turned his head to face Bai Luofeng, very serious.

Bai Luofeng's smile suddenly froze, and his heart seemed to fall with the disappearance of Nalan's voice, because he knew that the drinker was distracted to count the rest of the wine, and his heart was not immersed in the wine—how bitter and unspeakable it was.

The two could no longer stir up the interest of chatting with each other, and swallowed cups of sake without saying a word all night.

In this world, short and long words are actually more worrying than long and short words, because after listening to long and short words, they will give up and will not feel sorry for anything.

But if someone is short and affectionate to you, you will feel that the person who said it is uncomfortable in his heart, and he will think in the bottom of his heart how many emotions he is still suffering silently, and all he can do is watch helplessly, and he will secretly feel sorry for him.

After half a ring, Bai Luofeng poured down the last glass of wine, looked at the cold and hazy night sky and sighed: "In a few days, I want to go to the north." ”

Nalan Zhifeng frowned and said, "Go find Liu Jizong?"

"Yes. Bai Luofeng bowed his head slightly, and his eyes slowly revealed his worry, "You also know that now that the people are pressing, I heard that someone fled from the south to find out the wind in the mouth, I'm afraid Liu Jizong's battle is not as easy as imagined." ”

Nalan was silent for a long time, and finally said, "If that's the case, what can you do?"

"You know my temper. Bai Luofeng narrowed his eyes again, "Even if I can't do anything, I will go to him, at least try to keep him safe, after all, he is the only person who can match the eunuch." ”

"Then what if you're not careful?" Nalan Zhifeng's brows tightened a lot, he knew that Bai Luofeng had always had a scar on his heart, and no one could stop him from completing Yang Qinglian's regret of leaving in the world.

"Probably not. Bai Luofeng laughed, like a three-year-old child, "If you are really so unlucky, wouldn't it just save the cost of traveling back?" ”

This next round Nalan Zhifeng didn't know what to say, so he could only get up and go back to get a few more pots of wine and come back to accompany Bai Luofeng to drink endlessly.

The innocent moonlight shone on Bai Luofeng's face, her red cheeks were as if she was drunk, and Bai Luofeng held the jade cup and sang loudly:

"The breeze can be fast, and the clouds will drink, and it should be a big white for me. Drunk rain splashes the robe belt, why borrow the chips, drunk and lie in Penglai. Wouldn't it be nice to drink water, make a cup with your palms, and pour this river and lake block?"

People who know Bai Luofeng know that his alcohol consumption is actually very good, how can a person who loves drinking and drinks all the time drink poorly?

He has never been drunk, every time the wine jar is empty, people are still sober, after all, there are many things on his mind, even if he has three thousand drinks, he can't get drunk and break a person.

So Bai Luofeng loves to pretend to be drunk, and only by pretending to be drunk can he pretend that he has forgotten some sad things.

Wine is not good, but it is the easiest thing to get rid of bitterness.

No matter how long a person wanders from birth to death, he will eventually return home.

Bai Luofeng was born without a home, and he didn't have a home when he didn't want to die, he had wandered for too long, although being a prodigal son who was unrestrained on the surface seemed to have a lot of joy, but the emptiness and loneliness after joy were something that few people could bear.

Few people can understand the long night of insomnia, the melancholy when the song is over, and the depression after waking up drunk...... What it was like was known only to them.

Bai Luofeng understands this taste, but he doesn't want anyone in the world to understand this kind of homeless taste.

Northern Xinjiang, he must go!