Li Xinan rode back to Youxiangju in a depressed mood.
He frowned and thought all the way. Did his actions really hurt Murong Bai's heart?
Li Xin'an has always believed that the overall situation is the most important thing. It is not that he is unwilling to die at Gao Zhengming, but he has to protect him.
Although he would rather give up Murong Bai for this matter and give up the retreat he had found for the Bloody Clothes Hall. But now when he thought that Murong Bai really left, Li Xin'an felt deeply disappointed.
"Am I really... wrong?"
Li Xinan turned over and dismounted in confusion and walked into Youxiangju in a barely manner.
He didn't know how he pushed open the two bronze doors, nor did he know how he pulled out his long sword to deal with someone's crazy attack like he was desperate.
"Murong Bai, you're crazy, right? This is on the street. If you want to beat me up, at least let me in!"
The moment Li Xin'an pushed open the door, dozens of bright sword lights lit up in front of his eyes. Li Xin'an instinctively pulled out the "white rainbow", but was still a little slower.
Murong Bai's scorching sword energy passed by him. Li Xin'an's clothes were stabbed by the long sword "Fengming" and the originally exquisite black outfit turned into ragged clothes.
When Li Xin'an dodged, the bun on his head was cut off by Murong Bai, and his long hair spread out. Li Xin'an's vision was blocked and he was in a hurry for a moment.
Hearing Li Xin'an's scolding, passers-by walking on the street couldn't help but turn their eyes on him.
Murong Bai, who was behind the door, said coldly: "Come in!"
Li Xin'an combed his hair and pulled the corners of his mouth, thinking that this is my home...
He led the "snow-filling" and stepped into the yard, closing the door tightly.
Just after doing all this, Murong Bai's sword stabbed again.
Li Xin'an raised his arm and held the hilt of the sword in his back hand. "Fengming" pressed against the hanging "Bai Hong" and headed straight for Li Xin'an's mouth.
Li Xin'an's right hand holding the sword suddenly pressed, and then lifted Murong Bai's sword up.
Murong Bai took advantage of the opportunity to withdraw his sword and hurriedly pulled back.
Li Xin'an had already used the "hidden killing Wuji" and quietly came to Murong Bai's back.
He only left a faint afterimage in the air, but Murong Bai had already suffered a loss once. How could he not be careful of Li Xin'an's methods?
A afterimage is enough.
Murong Bai's retreating figure suddenly stopped, and he turned around and slashed behind him.
Without exception, Li Xin'an was behind him, and two extremely cold eyes were locked firmly on Murong Bai's body.
At this moment, Li Xinan seemed to be no longer a swordsman, but a killer.
Murong Bai's heart sank, but the sword moves in his hand were faster.
Killer?
What I kill is the killer!
Li Xin'an, let me see your strength as a killer...
Li Xin'an's face was as deep as water and gently handed out the sword.
The sword tips of two peerless divine weapons collided together, and a shock broke out in it, causing a stir, and the fallen leaves flying around them.
Li Xin'an groaned, feeling his wrists sore and could hardly hold the sword.
Just now, the two of them used swords as a medium to compete in pure internal strength.
Without surprise, Murong Bai won.
Li Xinan slapped his chest and squirted out a mouthful of blood stasis, making his body feel much more comfortable.
His body quickly retreated and left Murong Bai's foot ten feet.
Although Murong Bai won, he was definitely not feeling well.
In terms of internal strength alone, Li Xin'an is naturally not as deep as him. However, Li Xin'an's internal strength is extremely strange. He penetrated into his body, like a mud cow entering the sea and lost his trace.
Originally, Murong Bai thought that Li Xin'an had just recovered from his serious injury and his strength had not yet recovered. But when he saw Li Xin'an vomiting blood and had no time to care about him, Murong Bai wanted to draw the sword immediately. But he had just activated his internal force and felt that his internal organs were rolling.
And when he secretly removed his internal strength, his body immediately returned to its original state, and there was no more discomfort.
This made Murong Bai very uncomfortable. He needed to do his best to deal with Li Xin'an. Li Xin'an also left his extremely strange internal strength in his body, and he was even more unable to do anything.
Murong Bai snorted coldly, and his fingers quickly pointed at his acupoints, sealing several acupoints with flowing breaths.
Although this will hinder the flow of internal force and reduce your strength, it is enough to suppress the strange internal force of Li Xin'an in his body.
What's more, reducing the strength to the same level as Li Xin'an is the refreshing battle Murong Bai wants.
The two looked at each other and Li Xin'an smiled.
"Terror?"
Murong Bai looked at him coldly. When he was about to move, Li Xin'an had already taken action first.
The two of them charged at the same time.
Two long swords flew up and down, and when they met, sparks flew everywhere.
At this time, Li Xin'an and Murong Bai could no longer say that they had any sword moves.
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No matter how exquisite all the moves in the world are, they are inseparable from the most basic puncture and criticism.
Now they are like two children who have never practiced swords at all, waving with two wooden sticks, which is a complete competition of strength.
Occasionally, when the fanaticism in their eyes subsides, they will shake off a delicate sword move, leaving a small wound on his body when the other party has no time to react.
Li Xin'an often curses, saying that Murong Bai does not talk about martial ethics, and Murong Bai does not comment.
Then Li Xin'an was holding back his body and secretly tripped him up when Murong Bai was hitting smoothly.
The most exhausting battle between warriors is the most mental and energy-consuming. People in the world are unpredictable. In ordinary competitions, they will try their best to cut off the time to prevent the opponent from cheating. Not to mention a life-and-death battle.
Warriors fight, life and death are just in a moment.
But in a spoon of incense, Li Xinan and the others were already exhausted.
The right hand holding the sword was swollen, and the tiger's mouth was bleeding. The two of them were sweating profusely. They were leaning on the sword, gasping heavily, and scarlet eyes were filled with the heat and ecstasy of fighting.
happy!
After a brief breath, Li Xin'an stood up straight, and Murong Bai on the opposite side had completely returned to his original calmness.
"If I hadn't sealed most of the valves, you would have lost long ago." Murong Bai said lightly.
"I know."
Li Xinan smiled sinisterly, "That's why I used a small trick."
"Do you think the part of the internal force I send into your body will always lurk in your body?"
Murong Bai looked a little hesitant, and he paused, then closed his eyes angrily.
"Hehe, it will only work once, I'll calculate it correctly and you'll be suspicious."
"Bai Mutou, you are Quansheng. I have recovered from serious injuries. I haven't touched this sword for more than half a month. Besides, even if I am Quansheng, I can't beat you. So, don't blame me."
"I know." Murong Bai said, "Blame me."
"Brother Li, you taught me another lesson."
"But next, I won't be fooled by you."
"That might be possible."
Li Xin'an suddenly stabbed him with his sword. The previous conversation between the two brought him a lot of recovery time.
Murong Bai jumped up, his body turned around in the air, and landed lightly behind Li Xinan.
Li Xin'an suddenly turned around, and the long sword drew a deep mark on the ground, carrying gravel, and went to Murong Baiyang.
Murong Bai slapped his hand on the sword, and the gravel that looked like an arrow suddenly shattered into powder, cageing Li Xin'an.
There was no suspense anymore. Murong Bai held the sword in his back hand and hit the hilt of the sword on Li Xin'an's chest.
Li Xin'an spit out a mouthful of thick blood and his body flew backwards.
In the air, he shook his left hand.
Murong Bai's attention was all on Li Xin'an, and he didn't notice the extremely subtle sound of breaking through the air.
When three bright silver needles appeared in front of him, Murong Bai had no time to dodge.
He quickly stabbed two swords and knocked down two silver needles, but he didn't have time to hand over the third sword.
puff……
The silver needle penetrated his body, and Murong Bai's face froze and his whole body was numb.
He couldn't hold the sword and let "Feng Ming" fall to the ground.
In the distance, Li Xin'an was coughing constantly. He wanted to struggle to stand up, but he couldn't use any strength.
"I lost." Li Xin'an said weakly.
"No, I lost it." Murong Bai sighed, "I still fell into your trick."
"Stop coming. If you hadn't stopped the last moment, I would have died long ago."
"I have no reason to kill you."
"Aren't you angry with me?"
Murong Bai said lightly, "I know, Gao Zhengming cannot die."
"For the overall situation."
Li Xin'an smiled and said, "It's rare that you can recognize this."
"Murong Villa has done a lot of this kind. Some people in the world suffer losses and find Murong Villa to ask him to make decisions. But sometimes, we will not punish those who bully them."
"In order to maintain the stability of the world, big things are turned into small things and small things are turned into small things. Some people suffer losses and have to admit it. They don't care about anything else, simply because they are insignificant to the overall situation."
"People are divided into different levels, and some are destined to be given up."
"This is a heavy word."
Li Xinan raised his eyebrows and said, "People are not divided into different levels, they are born equal."
"A person who is abandoned has nothing to do with status."
"I'm going to take the Tusheng Building to take action." Li Xin'an put his arms behind his head, looked at the blue sky in the autumn afternoon, and said softly:
"If you want to vent, they will be a good choice."
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"good."
Murong Bai simply agreed, and they were speechless.
One person is waiting for the physical strength to recover, and the other person is waiting for the toxicity to subside.
...
The night was shrouded in Chang'an City with smoke curling in cooking. After six hundred "closed-door drums", this huge city no longer had a trace of fireworks.
But in those abandoned by the market, in some dilapidated houses made of ruins, there are still residual lights.
They are abandoned by Chang'an, like a group of mice, surviving here, enjoying the last warmth given to them by this huge city.
The Jinwu Guards and the Imperial Guards who patrol the streets usually don’t come here, and even if they see someone here at night, they don’t care. It seems that this is a lawless place in Chang'an, and it seems that it is impossible.
Because this is the ghost market in Chang'an.
There are always some things that are not allowed by the law that are secretly traded in some place, and that place is called the ghost market.
There were ghost markets everywhere in the Tang Dynasty. Chang'an was the biggest business that was shameful.
Here, as long as you have money, you can do anything.
The sound of footsteps on the street broke the purity of the ghost market.
The visitor did not raise a torch, which made the people in the ghost market curled up in various shadows feel a little relieved.
"It's better if you don't patrol the street." An old voice sounded in the shadow.
"Hehe... Old Man Wu, why are you scared by those two ignorant young boys last time?" A hoarse laughter rang not far from the old man talking, causing all the people involved in the ghost market transactions on this street to burst into laughter.
A strange laugh suddenly broke out on the dead street in the darkness, and anyone was a little scared.
But the people coming on the street did not stagnate at all, and their pace was still walking slowly.
"Old Mrs. Wang, don't spit out all your mouth! Old man, am I afraid? I am a master of the times!"
"Hmph... those two little kids don't know the rules and want to take credit for me? They're so beautiful! Humph! I secretly slap them a worm, and I guess they're dead in bed now."
The old lady's sarcastic voice sounded again, "Don't talk about that Gu worm, how many years have you been in the ghost market? You have been in the ghost market for more than ten years, and didn't the Gu worm be sold?"
"That's because they don't know how good I am! They are not a good product, so they can't blame me."
"Yes, yes, everyone knows that when you were young, you snatched a mother insect from southern Xinjiang. Don't talk, your ears are calloused."
After another burst of laughter, the old man snorted in anger and stopped paying attention to others.
He began to look at the people coming on the street. The dark night did not affect his old and faint eyes.
As a person who has been in the ghost market for more than ten years but has not seen the light of day, his eyes can be seen clearly at night than anyone else.
"Oh, it's interesting. Two people come at once, and there's a girl, it's interesting! Interesting!"
The old man laughed and said, "This girl is so beautiful and has a good figure. Hey--if she gives it to Fatty Liu, she will definitely sell it for a good price!"
"Don't let your mother go!"
Not far away, a rough voice cursed:
"Old man Wu, you have forgotten the rules of the ghost market, right? You can't help but call customers! I am so domineering, even if you dare to think about it, how dare you? The more you live, the more courage you are, right!"
"Besides, these two people are not easy to mess with at first sight. If there is any trouble, you can bear the consequences yourself. Don't get involved with me!"
"Hehe, why are Fatty Liu frightened by the two furry children? I don't understand that these two have any backgrounds. Anyway, the night watchman in the ghost market is not here, so let me tell you what's wrong."
The person from the street suddenly chuckled, and the steps stopped for a while before they continued to ring.
The streets of Ghost Market fell into silence, and they continued to speak after the two of them passed.
"Business has been in a downturn recently, and there are no people in the ghost market."
"Yes, during the ordinary days, no one has done shameful business."
"I heard that I'm going to fight a war with the Khitan."
"Fight, the more you fight, the longer you fight, the better. The more people you die, the better, so that we can make money."
"Who said this? Why do you think so familiar?"
"Old man Wu."
"Old man Wu, aren't you the favorite thing you usually say? Now I won't explain it?"
After saying this, the street fell into silence again.
"Old man Wu?"
Someone shouted again without giving up, but Old Man Wu still didn't answer.
"Pret Wang, you are closest to him. Please take a look. Is Old Man Wu dead?"
"It's best if you die. Let's share his hidden treasures!"
After saying this, I burst into laughter.
The terrified voice of Mrs. Wang came from the darkness