A small building listens to the wind and rain all night, and apricot flowers are sold in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty.

In the deep alley.

The only flower girl and another white-robed guest who was far away from her.

"The flowers after the sting of flowers, although the dew on them has been picked by the restaurant to make wine, there is still a rich fragrance on the surface." The woman picking the apricot blossoms in the basket were picked and given to the guests, "It's best to take them to make tea."

But the guest did not go to pick him up, "Where can you see the scenery of the flowers?"

"Young master, the little girl is just a flower seller." The flower picker was a little embarrassed. But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt her arms sank slightly. She couldn't help but look down and found a big silver fell into the flower basket.

"Where can you see the scenery of flowers?" The guest repeated the words just now, his face still calm as water.

"If it is during the period of Huazhe, you can see it everywhere in the city." The flower-picking girl slowly put away the flowers with a smile. She did not continue to look at the silver lying in the basket. Instead, she looked at the guest in front of her and bowed sideways, "But, Huazhe has just passed."

The guest nodded thoughtfully, "Okay."

"Honest Master didn't notice that there was a flower standing in front of him?" the woman smiled softly.

The guest ignored it and asked again, "How long will it take next time?"

"Three months later." The woman's face suddenly turned red, "But if the young master is willing, the young master can enjoy Huazhe every night."

"Three months." The guest nodded and turned away. "It seems that he has to stay in this city for three months."

"It's really a love-infatuated man." The woman lowered her head and sneered, and chased after her, "Young master, your flowers have fallen."

The guest turned his head slightly and said, "Then please give me one."

"Young Master, go ahead." The flower-picking girl waved her hand gently and flew out a flower in the flower basket.

The guest turned around and took the flower and continued to move forward.

"The young master still has something fallen." The flower-picking girl said after pondering for a moment.

The guest Zhihua stopped and said indifferently: "What is it?"

"Your life!" The flower-picking girl smiled charmingly.

The apricot blossoms in the guest's hand actually started to burn out of thin air. He threw the sparks into the air slowly, and the flowers instantly turned into fiery red ashes, and the ashes condensed into the shape of a maple leaf, rushing towards the guest like a sharp blade.

At this moment, a blood-red sword light flashed by.

"Bongyan." The flower-picking girl looked at the dust falling on the ground. "When I was in Junshan, I had the honor to see this sword stalemate with the February spring willow, which was comparable."

Murong Haoyue looked down at the sword body, "It's been a long time."

"I just don't know who the Hongyan in the sword of Hongyan refers to?" The flower-picking girl covered her mouth and smiled, "It made the Taoist priest worry about this, which really made the little girl very jealous."

Murong Haoyue turned around silently, wanting to leave.

"Is the woman who can make the Taoist priest so slim and pure, too heartless, too heartless, or like a little girl?" The flower-picking girl lowered her head and gritted her teeth, and finally raised her head with a tough head, "It's too slutty..."

Before she could finish speaking, the figure in front of her disappeared.

"After she left, I said I would swear by myself, not within half a step closer to the other women." Murong Haoyue's voice sounded behind her, "But you insulted my wife, I had to break the swear and kill you within half a step."

A wave of unpredictable wind passed through the alley, and the clothes of the flower-picking girl and the flower basket in her hand suddenly burned. Murong Haoyue frowned slightly, stepped back, and watched the ashes gather on the flower-picking girl.

After the fire dissipated, what was close to her were the maple leaves that looked as charming as blood.

"Wudang's Hao-name Gemini will fail, will she even fail?" Fengyi's woman's voice was soft and charming.

Murong Haoyue was unmoved. She neither drew her sword forward nor escaped. She still stood there like a piece of wood.

"I have always heard that you Taoism does not believe in evil spirits and gods, but only believe in immortals. Are you afraid of the Taoist priest?" The woman in Feng sneered, but was still surprised by the strength Murong Haoyue had just shown. She stepped back unconsciously, and at the same time she was also planning her way out in her heart.

"What I fear the most has happened to Changbai back then." Murong Haoyue looked up and glanced at her.

The girl in Maple was suddenly shocked. She was a killer herself, but at this moment she saw the chill that was like a wild beast looking at her prey. Soon, she could no longer forcefully maintain her previous charming appearance, and beads of sweat covered her cheeks, looking extremely embarrassed.

There was already a thunder sword pointing behind her head.

"Stop moving." Murong Haoyue returned the Hongyan sword to the sheath.

"Purple Sky Thunder Box." The woman in Maple looked at the purple sword box slightly opened behind him.

"There is someone instructing you behind you, who sent you here?" Murong Haoyue noticed this keenly and asked lightly.

The girl in Maple clothes smirked, "What if I say it?"

Murong Haoyue slowly raised her finger.

The thunder sword behind the girl in Maple clothes moved forward a little. Her face turned pale, and she could even smell the burning smell of her hair being burned by lightning.

"Master, I know too much about some things, which is not a good thing." The woman in Fengyi replied.

"Oh." Murong Haoyue's true energy condensed at her fingertips.

He was born to be a person who was thoughtful and patient with the results.

For the sake of that woman, he was able to sit on the Heming Valley wither and took five years to wait for a crane blood lotus to bloom.

However, the limitations of his patience are really narrow.

Especially for all women except that person.

Three thunder swords came out. The girl in Maple clothes brought him an unpredictable feeling, so if she really wanted to kill this woman, she could only create a place where she could not avoid it without reservation!

"Tianji Pavilion!" The woman in Maple closed her eyes.

The four thunder swords in the air suddenly stagnated.

"Tianji Pavilion?" Murong Haoyue frowned.

"Tianji Pavilion knows everything, and Tianji Tower is rooted in this city. The Taoist priest might as well go and find the answer he wants." The woman in Maple took a deep breath.

Murong Haoyue forgot what she had happened at this moment, but inexplicably echoed Xiao Haochen's abnormal behavior last night.

"Haochen is unwilling to tell me the facts today. Could it be that he was threatened by others?" As he thought, he put four thunder swords into the box and walked forward.

After Murong Haoyue left, the woman in Maple clothes softened her body and fell to the wall. She smiled bitterly: "Is this really the look that Taoist priests can show?"

A cold voice came from behind the wall, "If it weren't for me, you would have been dead."

"If Ji Wushuo wants him to go consciously, he must mention his wife in front of him. But he has never said that after mentioning it, he will show such a strong killing spirit." The woman in Maple stood up with the wall, raised her head and looked at the cigarette curling up inside the wall.

"Naiheqiao just needs such a madman who cares about the consequences."

"I'm a little envious of you. Just stay in this Guanyin Temple and give secret methods." The woman in Maple murmured.

"Don't worry, these peaceful days are probably not long."

"Why?" asked the girl in Fengyi.
Chapter completed!