Under the night, the moonlight shines in the courtyard, sprinkling a deserted area.

The mountain ghost dances with his sword under the moon. Although he is wearing a mask and holding a black iron piece in his hand, Chengying, who is not very handsome and wearing a shabby black robe, is not very mighty.

But his swordsmanship is excellent.

Chengying seemed to have no sword blade under the moon. As the mountain ghost moved, there was only an invisible sword light always with him.

His figure dispersed and gathered under the moonlight, and sometimes separated into many scattered illusions, sometimes returned to one another. If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be unimaginable that there was such a strange sword technique in this world.

The mountain ghost is in love with swords and ignores things all over his body, but there is actually one person in the yard.

Yelu Wan.

The eldest princess of the Northern Dynasty, she sat on the steps outside the wing room, wearing a plain skirt, braids, and supported her hands on her chin. She watched the mountain ghost dance the long sword under the moon, causing a chill, and her movements were light and vague and impermanent.

It seems that the next moment, this peerless swordsman is about to walk away on the moon.

Yelu Wan felt relaxed.

The pressure that had been shrouded on her for a long time suddenly disappeared, and she became a little sunny, and there was finally a smile on her pretty face.

Very happy.

The national savage was seriously injured by Ren's leader and died at the hands of Shen Qiu.

Without the oppression of happiness, my younger brother could live much easier in the Northern Dynasties. Perhaps while the witch sect was in the hands of the leader, my younger brother could still catch some government affairs little by little.

But no matter what, after Gao Xing died, my brother's safety was finally safe.

"This trip was not in vain."

Yelu Wan's heart was relieved, and her thoughts circulated. She remembered the experience of protecting her from the siege in the night battle a few days ago.

If there was no such person in front of me, I would definitely die in the chaos.

But why did he save himself?

Yelu Wan thought, the mountain ghost clearly hated all the people of the Northern Dynasties, but protected him to escape from the military formation and slashed all the way. Was it really just because Shen Qiu reminded him?

As she was thinking about it, Shan Gui finished using a set of swordsmanship and then put his sword back into the sheath.

Shan Gui simply equipped it with a wooden scabbard for a sword like Chengying. It looked very strange and cheap, but he didn't care about it.

After collecting the sword, he wanted to go back to the wing room and read at night under the light.

Seeing the mountain ghost coming, Yelu Wan hurriedly stood up and took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. But the mountain ghost seemed to have not seen it, and walked straight over and returned to the room.

With a slam, the door closed.

Keeping Yelu Wan outside the door made the eldest princess feel angry.

This person...

It's so weird, straight-hearted, and there's no help!

She stamped her feet, then turned around and went back to her yard with anger.

As she walked out of the yard, she looked back at the house with candlelight. From the window paper, she could vaguely see the projection of the mountain ghost holding the book.

She also heard Qingqing talk about the past of the mountain ghost and knew some of this person's past. No wonder he developed such an introverted temperament.

He has a weird temper and kills without blinking.

But it is indeed very reassuring when he and his sword protect him.

Yelu Wan smiled and turned around and left.

In the room, the mountain ghost holding the book listened to the sound of footsteps outside the window and breathed a sigh of relief, and he was also confused.

Is this Princess of the Northern Dynasty having a problem with her mind?

Others were frightened to see him killing, but she even took the initiative to get up.

What is she going to do?

well.

The mountain ghost sighed.

He didn't care what Yelu Wan was thinking, nor did he plan to ask. He was not his brother Shen Qiu, and he understood his younger daughter's thoughts. He still had a lot to do.

Read the book first.

Shan Gui's eyes fell on the scroll in his hand, and then his eyes tightened.

He was silent and turned the book in his hand over.

I followed the place I didn't finish reading yesterday and continued to look down.

At the same time, in the main hall of the villa.

As a filial son, Chen Qiu must have to keep a spirit.

But it's only tonight. Uncle Ren's brother will arrive in Jinling tomorrow, and he won't have to stay by the coffin every night.

The candlelight swayed in the hall and the wind outside the window was heard. Ordinary people were guarding the coffin alone. This would be a fear in their hearts, but Chen Qiu didn't care.

He knew that Uncle Ren would not become a ghost to scare him.

Because of Ren Hao's soul, he was practicing martial arts with him in the dream of Jian Yu.

With this good coach who is proficient in Liangyi Divine Fist, Chen Qiu has mastered the advanced boxing skills of Liangyi Divine Fist, and he has already entered the room.

The other martial arts have not been relaxed, and the soul-destroying claws must be practiced even more.

A few days ago, this palm technique hurt all the poisons, which shows that the divine claws are exquisite and extraordinary.

The dissipated Xueji true energy has also been practiced quickly by Tongxuan Daoxuan. These two mental methods are originally derived from the same source, but Tongxuan Daoxuan is more complicated than Xueji's mental method.

But the general luck route remains unchanged, and with the experience and foundation of Xueji's mind method, it is not difficult for Chen Qiu to quickly master this magic skill.

"Swish"

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, someone flew over and landed outside the main hall, not alarming the people in the martial arts watch around, but this subtle movement was noticed by Chen Qiu.

He opened his eyes and looked out the door.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open, and the night wind blew into the hall, and Chen Qiu's hair was waving.

"Brother Lu, if you want to pay your respects, you can come in a blatant and upright manner in broad daylight. Why do you have to do this gentleman on the Liang Dynasty?"

Chen Qiu stood up and looked at Lu Guizang who was carrying a sword and walking into the room.

He said:

"Or, you came here with a sword because of your father and Uncle Ren's affairs, and want to vent your anger?"

"In Brother Shen's heart, is Lu like this?"

Lu Guizang replied with a lack of interest, showing his indifference.

He has this kind of personality. Except for being around Dongfang Ce, he almost never talks a word. He is very cold, but when he is familiar with him, he also knows that he is not arrogant.

It's just that nature is.

He put the long sword in his hand on the table, and under Shen Qiu's gaze, he took a few steps forward, pulled out the incense candle he brought from his sleeve, lit it on the candlestick, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the coffin.

Like other mourners, he kowtowed to the coffin.

"Everyone knows that my father died at the hands of Ren Hao and the defeat of the Lu family began when his father lost the position of leader. But in my heart, I don't have much hatred for Ren Hao."

Lu Guizang stood up straight and sighed. There was no one around him. He said to Chen Qiu, who was standing aside:

"Not only do you hate me, but you are a little admiring.

I asked myself that I could not do it like Ren Hao, who was so focused on the dispute between good and evil in the world, and I was willing to take his life for this matter.

This is the journey of a righteous man. I admire him in my heart, so I come to pay my respects.

It’s just that my father is in a grudge and it’s inconvenient to come over in the daytime, which makes Brother Chen laugh.”

"No laughter."

Chen Qiu waved his hand and said:

"In broad daylight, everyone comes crying, wishing to pretend to be silent and heartbroken, so that others can know that they are all heartbroken by the death of the decent leader.

But what you say is nice, but your heart is like business.

With the death of Uncle Ren, the Wulong Villa was chaotic. If it weren't for this spiritual banner and white cloth, others would have thought that we would be holding a martial arts conference in the villa.

It's really lively."

He shook his head, bowed to Lu Guizang, and said:

"Uncle Ren Ruo knows something under the spring, and I think he will like Brother Lu to pay his sincere condolences. However, Brother Lu also said that he must revenge his father's grudge.

Now that Uncle Ren is dead, what should you do with your family?”

Chen Qiu's words have come to an end.

Lu Guizang accompanied Dongfang Ce to Wulong Villa this time, but it was actually for this matter.
To be continued...