"The person who just threw the needle." Luo Feiyu waved his sword and pounced on the smoke in front of him, looked at Ren Shaohua, wanting to confirm the answer in his heart from him.

Ren Shaohua clenched his fists, and even though the room was empty, he was still looking inside.

"Can it be her?"

On the street of Dushua.

"Su Wen, who is proficient in the secret art of the tricks, even used this to avoid Liu Zangyue's sword." As people came and went, the ruthless young master tapped the handle of the wheelchair and was slightly surprised, "I saw it with my own eyes today, it's really unpredictable."

"After all, she is from Naiheqiao." The woman in a straw hat pushing a wheelchair replied.

"When it comes to Naihe Bridge, there should be someone who should go to see the Taoist priest who is already heartbroken." The young master Wuqing lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows.

"The girl in Fengyi had already disguised herself when she got up in the morning." The woman frowned.

"You seem to be worried about something." The young master Wuqing heard the concern in her words and turned his head slightly.

"It is said that although the Wudang Taoist priest is called the Red Dust box in the world, after he has been to Changbai, his temperament has become as cold as Changbai's snow. Since then, he has only been to the trivial matters of the world in the world. Is it really OK for the girl in Maple clothes?"

"When I was recuperating in Fengshuang Forest in Gusu, I spent a while with her day and night." The ruthless young master sneered, "I believe in her."

The woman in the hat asked in confusion: "Why is it that Taoist priest?"

"Mr. Mo said that the easiest thing that makes people remember me is the troubled times. If you want this chaos in Luoyang, many old resentments can be picked up according to the situation. Even if it is the heart-wrenching past, those who should not have appeared in their lives again." Wuqing Gongzi sneered, "When it comes time of chaos, whether it is the white-clothed young man in the pavilion just now, the ants around, or the ignorant people in the capital outside the city, they will be overwhelmed by the torrent of this troubled times!"

"Drown by the torrent of troubled times?" A voice with a bit of operatic accent sounded.

It was precisely because of this faint opera that this sentence was a little ridiculous. When the young master Wuqing heard it, he felt like a cat was frightened, and his whole body exploded: "Who is learning from this young master's words!"

"Who is the painting after the song is finished? Just an actor." The visitor said lightly.

"Actor? I just killed one actor." The qingy young master's eyes gradually became fierce, "I don't mind killing another one."

A man wearing a long blue gown and long hair was scattered slowly landing in front of Wuqing Gongzi, "You said, you killed an actor. Well, I will stand seven feet in front of you at this moment, in my Sunset Pavilion, the actors on the stage are also seven feet away from the audience. I wonder if you can take off my head in this seven feet."

"I hate others questioning me the most and mocking me." The ruthless young master looked up and looked at the beautiful man in front of him with a butterfly on the corner of his eyes, "Even if it's you."

"Caring on a boat, singing, heartbroken. The master of the Sunset Pavilion, white boat rides on a boat."

"You hold a tag in your hand, and I advise you to throw it away. Chunmu has never been sure about the tags he draws for himself, but the tags he gives to others are often very accurate." Bai Chengzhou looked at the two wooden tags in his hand, "especially your dead tag, it is not something that can be offset by a new tag."

The young master Wuqing had no intention of throwing it away, and even took the Mu Zhao in his arms. "What I am most afraid of is death."

"I can see that your face, like a sick dead ghost, your body as thin as a bamboo pole, your conversation as thin as a wandering silk, and the dying aura that should not belong to young people, all revealed to me that you were almost dead for a while." Bai Chengzhou smiled softly, "I'm very curious about how you died at that time."

The humiliation that was inadvertently revealed between the lines made the merciless young master's anger reach its peak, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out faintly.

"Young Master, he is irritating you." The woman in the hat hurriedly leaned over to remind her.

"Bai Chengzhou, I want to make you live worse than death!" The young master Wuqing still shouted out loud regardless of dissuasion, causing many people on the street to see him.

"Everything in the past has left me, and I have long been better than death." Bai Chengzhou's tone suddenly became cold, and then he raised his sleeves gently.

"What you want to bring us to see is Bai Chengzhou?" Luo Feiyu asked Ren Shaohua while watching the person in front of him inspecting the actor's corpse.

Ren Shaohua nodded.

"It's really him." Luo Feiyu was slightly shocked.

All three religions and all the actors are ranked in the lowest class, and their status is humble, which can be said to have been completely discredited.

But this Bai Chengzhou is different.

Back then, he made the visitor cry with a song "Heartbreaker".

This song "Heartbreaker" indirectly led to the brothel rooted in Luoyang becoming the current pear garden.

"Aren't you just here to drink? Why do you feel so complicated when you talk about it? You even witnessed a murder case." Gu Jingyao scratched his head.

"Because he can save our lives, including yours." Ren Shaohua replied.

“Why?”

"Singing on a boat, you will be heartbroken. These six words are not only praising his operas, but also boasting about his moves. The world has changed, and the top ten masters today may have a place for him!"

"There are thousands of flowers in the sleeves, but none of them are me." Bai Chengzhou suddenly changed his tune and sang, raised his sleeve and passed by, and half a mask appeared on his left face, covering the original butterfly.

It is a mask that looks like a smile but a smile full of ridicule.

"I want to kill you!" Young Master Wuqing suddenly threw out a silver thread and headed towards Bai Chengzhou's chest.

Bai Chengzhou jumped and stepped on the string smoothly.

There was once a beautiful talk about Bai Chengzhou.

When Ren Yueping and Jiang Liuwan were walking together in the rivers and lakes, one night, he came to the bank of the river because he was amazed at the hazy beauty of Yu Mengmeng River.

Under the same hazy night, a young man wearing a mask walked on a boat independent of the middle of the river.

But when Ren Yueping looked carefully, he realized that the so-called small boat was just a leaf.

It is said that it was because of this scene that Ren Yueping broke into the mansion by the river, and later killed the bully landlord who forcibly "take in" the actors to form a troupe, and rescued many people from the landlord, including this young man.

"A leaf can still be used as a boat, let alone this line." Bai Chengzhou held the mask on his face, looked down from a high point, and extended his fingers to Wuqing Young Master.

Appoint a name.

In desperation, the woman in the hat threw out countless silver needles and tried to withstand the attack.

But Bai Chengzhou stepped on these silver needles and walked up step by step!

The merciless young master looked gloomy and hurriedly raised his head.

But where is the shadow of Bai Chengzhou?

"Young Master, you are injured!" the woman in the hat came forward and asked.

"No! No! Go and kill him quickly!" Young Master Wuqing shook her hand away and roared with all his might.

Suddenly a sound of breaking sounded.

Click—

The wheelchair that Wuqing Gongzi was sitting in was broken like this.

The shape of the broken one looks very good, like a flower born.

He sat between the broken wood chips, and his anger was extinguished at this moment.

The damage is not high, but the insult is extremely strong.
Chapter completed!