Nightfall

The lakeside building under the bamboo wall is clear and dark. Dark, under the middle-aged tea master is a stone chair carved out of Kunhu stone, in front of it is a tea table carved out of Kunhu stone, and the ebony tea case is placed on the table. Wearing a warm and clean teapot and teacup, beside the table is a small portable charcoal stove, and the mouth of the kettle on the stove exudes a slight hot mist, and it has not yet boiled.

On such a hot summer night, the middle-aged tea master seems not to feel the heat brought by the small charcoal stove. He is dressed in a single coat, and the calm is like the hospitable host waiting for the return of the person in the winter snow night ... He is Yan Suqing.

Ning Que confirmed this. The sense of vigilance generated outside Linhu Xiaozhu was finally confirmed at this moment, because the other party noticed in advance that he was coming, and that he had already noticed his intention.

He looked at the tea dregs under the root of the bamboo wall with Yu Guang, and after a moment of silence, he looked to the tea artist and asked, "Then it will be more direct ... I want to know that the case of General Xuanwei's mansion was chopped by the door. Is there a case involving the slaughter of Yanshan Mountain Village? Is it related to you? "

Yan Suqing frowned slightly, but did not expect to come tonight to kill his teenager, actually because of the two things many years ago. He thought that no one would remember those old things in this world, and after a little silence, he smiled and said: "Nature is related to me, otherwise I, an officer with unlimited future in the military department, how can I now become a substitute. The tea merchant looks at the tea artist in the nursing home? "

"I shouldn't be the first person you are looking for." He looked at Ning Que and asked, "How are the other people doing now? I haven't seen them in years. I don't know what they are doing now."

Ning Que silently observed Linhu Xiaozhu and the surrounding movements, looked at this precious residence, and replied: "They are not living well, at least not as good as you, and still live in such a good place."

Yan Suqing laughed loudly and shook his head. He said, "I know why they are not mixed, can I still have a good life? Because I am still useful to the emperor."

The clothes on the body, the slow boiling water on the small charcoal stove, and the tea cup without tea in the left hand are all explaining that the tea artist has just woke up, and should only be aware that Ning Que got close to Linhu Xiaozhu, and It wasn't to anticipate an ambush in advance.

It's just a tea artist who looks thin and weak and deals with tea set spring water all day long. Why is it so calm when he knows that someone is going to kill himself, he doesn't exhale, he doesn't run away, so he sits in a chair and waits? What is his trust? And what use can a tea artist have for the emperor. How can a tea artist take care of a nursing home for a tea merchant? Why can a tea artist have a better retirement life than Chen Zixian?

In an instant, Ning Que thought about many possibilities, even the most unlikely. An unprecedented dignified expression gradually appeared in the childish eyebrows outside the mask, looking at the other person and asking, "Why don't you run away?"

"Why run away?"

Yan Suqing looked at the teenager with a smile and said, "Since I am awake, how can you kill me?"

After saying this, he gently flicked his sleeves, and the stone table tea case added a dim little sword without a handle.

Ning Que's brow furrowed, her body and body became stiff, knowing that she had encountered the most unlikely possibility: this thin and weak tea master ... actually a practitioner!

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of a conversation with Lu Qingchen's old man Zeng Jing, a conversation about Chang'an Cheng's sword masters entering the dogs and learning about the teachers walking around.

Nothing in Drow ’s information, nor did Sang Sang know. No one could think of it. The clerical appraiser of the former military department, and now the tea master supported by tea merchants, is actually a practitioner of swordsmanship!

Ning Que's tight eyebrows stretched slowly. He looked at Yan Suqing in the chair and at the handleless sword in front of the thin middle-aged man. He smiled gently and said, "Since you don't run away, I'll run away . "

He just fled when he said escape, and he turned around without hesitation, rushing out of Linhu Xiaozhu like a galloping horse.

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Yan Suqing was very interested in watching the young boy about to disappear on the back of the bamboo wall. He smiled and shook his head with emotion. "Since we are here to kill a practitioner, can we still retreat?"

Gentle but with words of strong self-confidence and murderous intentness slowly emerged from the lips of the thin middle-aged man. At the same time, he put down the big and rough teacup held in his left hand, his right hand rolled up the cuff on his left arm, and his left index finger And made a sword tactic obliquely towards the space outside the small lake, moving extremely chic and casual.

With a slanting finger, the dim and dull little handleless sword in the stone table tea suddenly buzzed, as if being infused with some kind of magical energy, it suddenly bounced off the table and then turned into A dark trail of light, tearing. Kailinhu Xiaozhu was the darkest before dawn. The dark night, straight into the courtyard.

Ning Que lacked a needle in the back. The thorny pain, the eyebrows exposed outside the mask did not see any panic, only calm and calm, watching the bamboo sea, but unexpectedly stepped on the left foot. On the ground, the whole person's body turned upside down, and then his right foot stepped on the thick and thick bamboo quickly.

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The firm soles were fast and staggered on the bamboo, and the bamboo trees shook abruptly, and countless bamboo leaves fell like a broken feather arrow. He stepped on the bamboo tree and immediately climbed over the courtyard wall, dangerously and dangerously avoiding the sword light that came in the courtyard, and then his knees shook slightly, swept through the courtyard quickly by the bamboo tree oscillation.

With a loud clang, the body was like a sword. The body had just passed the city wall, and the sharp Piao knife was already out of the sheath and cracked in the hand. Ning was not bored. Humming, the waist. The abdominal strength turned the wrist, and the Piao knife was like a wind and snow. Slashing head to Yan Suqing!

After knowing that this tea artist is a spiritual practitioner, he knew that he must meet again tonight. The great horror test between life and death, he knew that his current strength was not enough to fight a strong world practitioner, but he still He never thought of retreating, because he knew that facing the practitioner, retreat meant death.

At the Beishan crossing, he had seen how the most elite guards who held Yu Tao were fighting against a great swordsman with iron will and discipline. Outside the Spring Breeze Pavilion, he had seen how Zhao Xiaoshu used his own Superb strength and strong control. The control force cuts two strong practitioners from foreign countries. From which he learned some experience, that is, facing the practitioner can only advance and cannot retreat, and this experience may allow him to escape death.

So at the beginning, his retreat was not a retreat.

Instead, retreat.

Then kill.

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Ding's clear sound!

Ning Que condensed his sword, slashed the gray sword light that escaped from behind him, and his body fell from midair.

At the first meeting, a gap of rice grain size appeared at the edge of the knife. There was a very slight tear above his shabby robes, but the eyebrows outside his mask were still not afraid. His legs were like two nails and he was stuck on the ground, his hands tight. Long handle, slightly lowered his head and watched the movement in the night with vigilance.

Suddenly, the long knife in his hand turned over, at the cost of a blood stain on the left shoulder, avoiding the sword light that came from the night on the right, and at the same time, the slight vibration from his hand confirmed that his blade was at least wiped. Flying sword.

Ning Que still lowered his head slightly, staring quietly at Yan Suqing in the chair not far away, his ears carefully listening to the slight buzzing sounds from time to time around Linhu Xiaozhu, wanting to judge the position of the flying sword .

He took a step forward.

A falling bamboo leaf outside the courtyard was torn in half by invisible force.

He fell backwards like a mountain, and the gray sword shadow swept across his shoulder.

He beat the ground with his right hand, and his waist and abdomen were tight. The mountain stood up again. His feet were connected like a lightning bolt. The dark sword snarled into the crack of the stone slab in front of his foot, and then buzzed quickly before flying , Disappeared without a trace.

His standing position at this time was three steps back than before.

The small oil lamp on the right side of the tea table glowed with faint brilliance, and Yan Suqing sat in the stone chair so that she seemed to laugh.

The distance between the two is only a few steps, but the night of these steps is so insurmountable.

Because no one knows where the dark sword shadow is in the night.

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Hands tight. Holding a long knife handle, your feet steadily stepped on the stone slab, not stepped on the gap, not stepped on the protrusion, to ensure that you can borrow all the power of the earth at any time, Ning Que stared at the chair like a statue The tea master has no fear in his eyes, only calmness and concentration.

This was the first time in his life that he was fighting a cultivator alone. He knew he had no chance. He knew that he was very likely to die tonight, so he was of course afraid.

But being tortured too many times by life and death, Ning Que is very clear that at this time, fear is the most useless emotion. Only by turning fear and tension into euphoria, can the word win be reversed.

Flying sword buzzed, lightning stabbed, he slashed with a knife, and even if it cut through the air, he would use the combat instinct polished on the battlefield and the strong body, body control, and control ability to avoid the key parts at the last moment.

Ding Ding Ding Ding! Swords were flying like snow, his body. His body was cut with countless dense mouths by the sword shadow, and blood penetrated inside. The clothes oozed out the worn robe and began to drip on the body. The surface of the body was like a blood man.

But Ning Que still had his hands tight. He held the Park knife, and his feet were tied like nails on the stone slab. He seriously stared at the strong man in the chair with no expression, no panic, no fear, and even the madness he should have desperately. No hot emotions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Soldiers from the frontier? "

Yan Suqing gradually smiled and looked at the **** boy not far away in front of him calmly and said: "The fourteen swords in a row have not been able to stab you directly, only leaving you with some small wounds, only the frontier army personnel have this kind of body. Physical instinct. But I must remind you that even if the wound is small, the blood flow is very slow, but if it flows for a long time, it will die. "

"I understand, so I will try to find a chance to cut off your head before the blood bleeds out." Ning replied.

"You won't have this opportunity." Yan Suqing sympathized at Ning Que and shook his head.

At this time, the water on the small charcoal stove finally began to boil, and the hot white mist sprayed out from the spout.

The tea artist used his left hand to lift the teapot on the stove and pour it into the rude cup. He looked at the tea leaves that were being washed up and down by boiling water, and looked down, "I'm going to start drinking tea, so I won't play with you."

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