The old man Tianjian sat in the backyard of Tianjian Pavilion, reading a book quietly.

I don't know how long this habit lasts. In fact, he himself has long realized that he is an old man. Perhaps it started when the man named Mo Jinshu broke into Quandu with nine swords, or perhaps it was at some point in the past few years that he fell in love with this quiet feeling, flipping through the books page by page without being disturbed.

But when a person is old, there are many things he can't swallow.

It may also be concern, or—

Anger.

The old man Tianjian suddenly closed the book and looked at the gate of the courtyard.

A snow-clothed sword servant holding a list in his hand was already waiting there.

"How?" Old Man Tianjian slowly stood up and asked.

"No one who sent the invitation came, but sixteen people who did not send the invitation came." Xueyi Jianshi replied.

"Sixteen?" The old man Tianjian raised his eyebrows, flashed to the sword servant, took the list in his hand, glanced at it briefly, and then said, "Where have these visitors been placed?"

"The thirteen people who came together were staying at Jianmang Inn. As for the other three people who were accompanying each other, they were wandering in the city, as if they were enjoying the scenery." The Swordsman of Snowy lowered his head slightly, "Including the three people who came before, there were a total of nineteen people."

"The door of Quandu can be closed. Go back." Old Man Tianjian put away the list and signaled him to go out.

The sword servant turned around and left quickly. After he left, a middle-aged man carrying a dragon's head jumped from the courtyard wall and fell to the ground. It was the leader of the Dragon Roar Sword Sect, Long Yuexi.

"The time has come." The old man Tianjian said in a deep voice.

"There are only thirteen people placed in Anrong, Fusang. What are the three extra people?" Long Yuexi walked up to ask.

"The list says that one seems to be a Taoist woman, and the other is an ordinary woman in black. She seems to have taken the war and brought a child in her cradle to travel around the mountains and rivers. Since I have never refused to accept anyone from the spring, I will accept it. In front of those Fusang ninjas, they can't cause any storms." The old man Tianjian threw the list to him.

Long Yuexi took the list and looked at it, "But are there only these five witnesses enough?"

"Actually, as long as there is that person, it's enough." Old Man Tianjian sneered, "As long as there is that person, the news here is enough for everyone in the world to know."

"That person?" Long Yuexi raised his eyebrows.

Quandu, Qingfeng long street, people come and go.

Among them, two women were walking side by side, talking about the next place, but at this moment, a child in her arms cried for some reason, causing strange gazes from passers-by around.

The woman in black suddenly became disorganized, "What's wrong with him?"

"I guess I want to drink milk." Another woman said anxiously while shaking the child, "There is an inn not far away. I'll go there first. You go to the restaurant we just passed for dinner, and pack it for us after the meal. I guess it will take a long time."

"Okay, okay." The woman in black seemed to have become accustomed to this and waved her hand, "Don't let him starve."

"Yes." The woman holding the child nodded, then turned around and left.

"Hey, I shouldn't have brought this bastard out for a long time, destroying our rare world of two." The woman in black said something that had nothing to do with her identity, and the eyes of passers-by couldn't help but become even more strange when they looked at her.

At this moment, an old man covered in white cloth had stopped on the road ahead of her.

"Sha. It's really a shaman." The old man looked at her and shook his head.

"Who are you?" the woman in black was startled.

"The mountain man once learned from the hexagram ghost Yuan Yi." The old man touched the white cloth in front of him and chuckled softly.

"So it's a bad fortune teller." The woman in black sneered, "I heard from Chu Bi that the hexagram ghost Yuan Yi has been dead for eighty or ninety years. Who are you scaring? What I hate most in my life is fortune teller. Get out of here, or I will run to smash your mess." After that, he bypassed the old man and was about to leave.

"Young Master, stay." The old man turned his head slightly.

The woman in black frowned and stopped.

"The mountain man has something to say to you." The old man said in a silence.

Frost hook inn.

Lan Chuqi walked up to the second floor with the child in his arms. After hesitating in front of a room for a while, he walked in.

"In order to leave my husband and meet me, I will never hesitate to pinch my own flesh and blood. Miss Blue, you really make me look at me with admiration." In the room, a woman in a cherry robe was kneeling on the ground, drinking tea slowly.

"How can a child born with a person I don't love?" Lan Chuyi put the crying child on the table, stretched out his finger on his forehead, and the child fell asleep.

"Miss Blue's words are really interesting." The woman in the cherry robe was stunned and smiled slightly.

"You are the leader of Anran, Ying." Lan Chuyi said in a deep voice.

"Mrs. Yayuque, Miss Lan." Ying also responded to her tone, but there was a little hatred in her tone.

Lan Chuyi's expression slightly shook, "Don't call me Young Madam."

"Is that right?" Sakura's tone was a little sarcastic, "It seems that I was wrong. I thought Miss Lan had lived a stable life for two years and had long forgotten what she should do."

"I have never forgotten. I was arranged by his side, but it was just a move for the master." Lan Chuyi sat down.

"When it comes to your master, what did he say?" Ying put down the teacup and gently tapped her knee, causing a crisp sound.

"Before he changed his mind, kill the man named Luo Feiyu, and at the same time, he also wanted to make the entire Quandu--" Lan Chuqi looked at the Sakura sitting opposite him.

"Dream with you." Ying took it without a moment of hesitation.

"It is said that the Naihe Bridge in Gusu was built like Anran. The Naihe Bridge had disappointed me once back then. Now the real Anran is hiding around me. It will not fail again," Lan Chuyi said quietly.

"Anran means the soil for burying all living beings. You middle-earth people are too concerned about friendship and think too much. And we will never give up if we don't tailor-made coffins for those who are deceased." Ying lifted her hem, and the one hanging on her knees was a fox mask.

Lan Chuyi nodded slightly, "I understand."

"But, we have cooperated with your master for so long, I wonder what we will get in the end?" Ying suddenly asked.

"Everything you ask for will be rewarded."

"Okay." Ying Xiemei smiled, took the mask off her knees and put it on her face.

It is a fox with a charming cherry blossom pattern on each cheek.

PS: Want to get drunk on the dream of the world, and the young people in Jiuzhou travel.
Chapter completed!