There was a chilling atmosphere in the room, and a biting cold air shone on Du Wei's body. Du Wei only felt like a frog being stared at by a poisonous snake.
I saw the gray-clothed servant behind Lan Hai. Although he was just standing there quietly, after Du Wei said the words "He is an enemy, he is a friend" just now, his eyes were fixed on Du Wei like an eagle.
Wei, the piercing murderous aura also shone on Du Wei.
He was obviously an unspectacular guy in servant attire. He didn't have any expression on his face. He was just standing behind Lan Hai. Just such a look in his eyes gave Du Wei an extremely dangerous feeling.
In the past, Du Wei could only feel such a sense of oppression from masters like Hussein or Rodriguez, but such a servant could also have such momentum!
With a clang, the teacup in Du Wei's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
The gray-clothed servant's eyes were like sharp swords. Although Du Wei felt that he was under great pressure, there was no clue on his face. He even turned his head and faced his profile without reservation.
The servant then looked at Lan Hai, with a smile on his face as if he was relaxed, and sighed softly: "Mr. Lan Hai, it seems that you have made a decision in your heart?"
Lan Hai huddled in the chair, wrapped tightly in the blanket. In the biting cold wind in the morning, he looked like an ordinary old man. He stretched out his hand to hold up the teacup tremblingly, and took a sip.
He took a sip, and then sighed. His sigh was full of exhaustion, and he whispered: "Duke Tulip, if I wanted to be your enemy, why did I send my eighty disciples in the first place..."
Du Wei smiled faintly, his eyes flashing and said: "Mr. Lan Hai, as I said just now, your intentions may not have been pure at the beginning, and you may not have selfish motives for helping me pacify the northwest. Today you sent someone to invite me.
Here... the so-called dark moon and high winds kill people..." At this point, Du Wei couldn't help but look up at the sky outside the window, smiled lightly, then turned his head and stared at the blue sea tightly, although his tone was relaxed
, but his eyes were solemn: "Although it is not night now, and there is no moonlight in the sky, the place is also very secluded. And the gentle breeze and calm water also have a unique elegance. In such a quiet and elegant place, kill a lot of people, and then
I'm afraid it would be very secretive to bury it right under your feet. If you die in such a place, even after you die, you can hear the sound of the roaring water day and night, which is pretty good."
Lan Hai laughed when he heard this, and then he raised his hand to signal the gray-clothed servant behind him to leave. The gray-clothed servant refused at first. He looked at Lan Hai hesitantly, with some hesitation in his eyes. Lan Hai sighed quietly and said: "
Although you have been with me for so many years, and your current cultivation level is considered good, but when that person comes soon, even if you stay here, I am afraid that you will not be able to catch that person's face. Since I dare to sit here
, naturally it is certain.”
Seeing his master's resolute look, the servant in gray clothes had no choice but to accept the order and exit the room, although he was a little reluctant. He slowly closed the door.
When Du Wei and Lan Hai were the only two people left in the room, Lan Hai looked at Du Wei and smiled and said: "Don't worry now, I'm just a weak person. Is the famous Tulip Duke still afraid?"
A frail old man?"
Du Wei smiled: "There are no useless people among the disciples of Daxue Mountain." After a pause, Du Wei said again: "What do you mean by 'that person is here'? You said 'that person'
,Did you have an appointment with anyone else besides me today?"
"It's not like he's an outsider, he's just an old friend."
Du Wei's expression changed. "Old friend?" Lan Hai looked out the window and took a deep breath: "There are many kinds of old friends. But this old friend is the one who wants my life." After saying this, he said
Turning his head to look at Du Wei, he said calmly: "Your Majesty, don't worry now. I invited you here just to invite you to be an audience."
Du Wei looked disapproving: "Audience? I have never been interested in being this kind of audience. Whether you kill someone or someone else kills you, is it interesting to watch such a scene? Or is it?
You, Mr. Lan Hai, have such a hobby. Do you like to be watched by someone when you kill or are killed?"
Lan Hai smiled: "Of course I don't have such a hobby, but you must be the audience today. I think you are in the northwest, Lord Duke. Of course you are very curious about the Snowy Mountains. This is the person I am waiting for today.
Visitors from the Snowy Mountains."
Although Du Wei was full of questions, he didn't know how to ask again when he saw Lan Hai's inscrutable expression. The atmosphere in the room couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
At this moment, the morning breeze was brisk, and the old man and the young man were sitting opposite each other in the room, with only a pot of cold water between them. They were silent, each with their own thoughts.
Finally, I don’t know how long it took, the darkness of dawn gradually receded, and the horizon in the distance outside the window showed a little fish belly white, and a faint red mark was revealed in the faint morning light. The blue sea looked at the distant sky that still seemed to be rising.
Then he said in a low voice: "It's almost time, and that person should be here. I have made so many appointments with him and he has never been late, and today should be no exception."
At this moment, Du Wei suddenly felt something in his heart. He was a magician, and his senses were far more sensitive than ordinary people. Although he had not heard any sound, his mental power naturally illuminated the entire small building while sitting here. At this moment,
But suddenly he had a strange feeling, as if there was a strange force intruding into the range of his mental power. Du Wei tried hard to capture it, but this feeling was too strange.
The feeling was just fleeting. It was obvious that the person's spiritual power was probably better than mine.
Du Wei had this feeling in his heart, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Lan Hai sigh: "He's already here."
Following Lan Hai's sigh, Du Wei suddenly felt a kind of alertness in his heart. He seemed to have a feeling in his heart and couldn't help but look up. He saw that the screen near the door of the room was originally empty, but the space behind it was empty.
In the short moment when Du Wei looked up at the ground, suddenly the outline of a figure appeared behind the screen. I don't know when this person came. He suddenly appeared like a ghost. "After so many years,
Your ears are still very sharp."
This voice was soft and musical, and people couldn't help but feel close to him after listening to it. However, when such a musical voice fell into Du Wei's ears, it seemed to have a strange attraction. Originally, Du Wei
The cage that illuminated the entire mental force field was as if a pebble had been thrown into the tranquility, and the original peace could no longer be maintained. What's more, the man's voice was so weird that it seemed to have a kind of charm, making people involuntarily fall in love with it.
He was attracted. Even at that moment of speaking, even a mentally strong magician like Du Wei lost his mind instantly.
But Lan Hai didn't seem to be disturbed by this. He didn't look at the figure behind the screen, he just smiled and whispered: "You really didn't disappoint me, and you weren't late either."
"It's a pity that you let me down." Before he could finish his words, the man had already turned around from behind the screen.
Du Wei finally saw the man's appearance clearly, and saw that his white robe was exactly the attire of a white-clothed shaman on the Snowy Mountains. His long silver-gray hair was scattered and messy, and a few strands of messy hair on his forehead obscured it.
His eyes, behind those messy hair, were as bright as the cold stars in the winter sky. Of course, Du Wei was familiar with the white-clothed shaman attire on the snow-capped mountains. He had fought with the prairie people under Gilliat City in the northwest.
, Du Wei also personally killed a white-clothed shaman. When negotiating with the grassland people, he also personally pretended to be a white-clothed shaman to deceive the grassland peace talks envoys. So of course Du Wei recognized the white-clothed shaman's attire at a glance.
He could recognize him, but his attire was a little different. He had a golden belt tied around the waist of his white robe. The belt was even equipped with a scimitar that was common on the grasslands. The scimitar was very small.
, the size is less than half of the ordinary size, and a thumb-sized pearl is inlaid on the end of the handle.
Although Du Wei is not good at martial arts, he can tell with a strong intuition that the man's scimitar is not just a pretentious accessory. But what makes Du Wei strange is that he also knows a lot about the Snowy Mountains.
But I have never heard of any white-clothed shaman who is skilled in both magic and martial arts. And as a shaman, he openly carries weapons of a warrior, so this person's martial arts skills must not be low.
What makes Du Wei even more strange is that the person Lan Hai mentioned just now is an "old friend of many years". Du Wei also guessed that the person who came here may not be younger, and is probably someone of the same age as Lan Hai. But one look at this person's appearance
.His skin is fair and pale, but there are no wrinkles on his face. If you just look at his appearance, he is probably at least forty or fifty years younger than Lan Hai.
After the man walked out from behind the screen, he stared at the blue sea quietly for a while, and said in a calm voice: "You have aged a lot over the years. I remember the last time I saw you, your face didn't look like this.
There are so many wrinkles. Has your injury not healed since the last time we met?" Then he looked at Du Wei again, and his sharp eyes swept over Du Wei. In an instant, Du Wei felt like
It felt like being completely seen through. There was a touch of wonder and admiration in this man's eyes: "It seems that you have not been idle these years, and you actually accepted such an outstanding disciple. I heard someone say this all the way here,
There is a warrior who is good at using "Frost Fighting Energy" on the mainland. It seems that his name is Rodriguez. He has actually reached the level of a Paladin. It is probably him. I just didn't expect him to be so young. I think of our disciples on the Snowy Mountains.
Although there are many others, there are only a few who can have such outstanding appearance."
"Don't get me wrong, he is not my disciple." Lan Hai glanced at Du Wei: "This is the famous Tulip Duke on the mainland, a disciple of Magister Gandolf, and he has some connection with our Snow Mountain.
.I invited him here today just to be a spectator. If I unfortunately die, I will have to trouble him to collect my body."
When this man heard the name "Gandalf", a glint flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Oh? Gandolf, is that the guy who is known as the number one magician in the mainland? He turns out to be his disciple
, No wonder, no wonder." After saying that, he just nodded and stopped looking at Du Wei.
Du Wei noticed that when this man mentioned Gandolf, especially when he talked about "the number one magician in the mainland", instead of having any respect in his tone, there was a hint of disdain in his tone.
"Okay, you and I have been waiting for this day for too long. In this case, we might as well get started." The man looked at Lan Hai and frowned slightly: "Are you still standing up now?"
Lan Hai sighed softly when he heard this: "It doesn't matter if you stand up or not. Since you have been waiting for this day for too long, you might as well take action."
Sighing softly, this sigh contained many complex meanings such as regret, emotion, intolerance, hatred, etc. Before the sigh fell, the man suddenly disappeared on the spot, and the next moment he appeared in front of Lan Hai.
Even a strong man like Du Wei couldn't see the movement clearly. The man waved his palm gently, and a ball of blazing light suddenly burst out from his palm. He pressed his palm against Lan Hai's forehead.
Lan Hai was wrapped in a blanket, and he looked like a frail old man. He was obviously already extremely frail. Without hearing a hiss, the blanket wrapped around his whole body suddenly broke into pieces and turned into countless fragments flying around. Lan Hai shone in a ball of silver-white light.
Among them, a frail old man now showed an awe-inspiring and inviolable expression between his brows. His hands that were originally hidden under the blanket were gently tapped out, and a little cold air condensed between his fingers. Although this cold air seemed
Not big. But when it was pointed at the man's chest, it instantly turned into a ball of whistling ice.
The man smiled slightly and took a step back. He used his free hand to block his chest, then wiped it with his palm. The whistling ice edge in the blue sea was instantly wiped away by him. This
The man pushed out with a palm, and the blazing light roared out from his palm. Lan Hai looked awe-inspiring and raised his skinny arms to greet him. The crimson heat and silver-white cold air collided together, and the red and white
The gap was immediately clear, but strangely, there was no life left under the impact.
I saw Lan Hai's beard and hair flying, and his sleeves bulging, obviously he had tried his best. But the man just retreated with one blow, and after a push, his body floated away slightly, retracted his arms and stood with his hands behind his back. He nodded and said with a smile: "Look
Come on, you're not too old to move anymore."
Lan Hai seemed to be struggling. Du Wei was so close that he could see Lan Hai's chest rising and falling gently. The cold air between Lan Hai's palms was still enveloped in a ball of red-hot fire. Lan Hai tried his best but couldn't remove it.
The fire dissipated, and finally he had to take back one hand, hooked his fingers, and he immediately sucked out a stream of water from the pot on the table.
The fire spell used by this white-clothed shaman is so powerful. This small pot of water can't be extinguished. As long as the water flow is diverted, the flames immediately seem to find a place to vent. Suddenly they are out of the control of the blue sea, along the water flow
It burned all the way. I heard a few chissing sounds, and the water flow was instantly evaporated by the fire and turned into a light white gas. However, the flames did not stagnate at all, and quickly reached the kettle on the table. The silver kettle was actually on the table.
It was vaporized in an instant, and not a single bit of residue was left.
Du Wei sat aside and watched the two fighting. The movements of the two were so fast and short that it was dizzying. Especially when he saw the flames used by the white-clothed shaman, Du Wei was frightened. This strange flame was so
It's amazing, he can actually burn a silver pot without a trace in an instant. Du Wei himself can be considered an expert in fire magic, especially his intensive fireball technique to yinren. It's just an ordinary flame temperature.
How can this silver pot be boiled like this in an instant? The magic on this snowy mountain is really weird and powerful.
At this moment, a figure suddenly broke in from outside, that is, the servant in gray. His whole body was full of silver fighting spirit, his face was full of murderous intent, and he shouted: "Don't hurt sir!"
After saying that, he stretched out his palm, and the fighting spirit in his palm instantly condensed into an ice sword. He flew forward and slashed the person in the air with a sword. The sword radiated cold light, and the frost fighting spirit was brought to its extreme.
The whole room instantly became colder, and the tip of the ice sword brought out a whirlpool of ice and snow mixed with fine ice edges, whizzing towards the white-clothed shaman.
Du Wei raised his eyebrows. The power of this humble servant and his accomplishments in frost fighting spirit were vaguely comparable to that of Major General Sebasta of the Northwest Army. Du Wei guessed in his mind that this gray-clothed servant was afraid that
The servant's martial arts has reached level eight.
With a chuckle, the white-clothed shaman whispered lightly: "That's not how frost fighting energy is used."
He spoke very slowly, and the sword of the servant in gray came very quickly, but at this time, time and space seemed to be distorted. It was clear that the servant in gray had already stabbed in front of him with his sword, but when he slowly
After saying this, the sword had not yet pierced his body.
This was not the first time that Du Wei had seen this kind of distortion and confusion of time and space. When he saw this scene of distortion and confusion of time and space again today, two words suddenly jumped out of Du Wei's mind: