A Sword of Frost

Only then was the spiky silver bell ringing madly and harshly, and the life-saving spell was average. For a top killer, it was only after the delay that he appeared, apparently "too late" was a bit excessive. He glanced at Jin Huan on the bed, not interested in the other's body bandages and panic eyes, and asked Yun Yifeng directly: "Is anyone intruding?"

"Not like an outsider." Yun Yifeng replied, "The silver bell in the entire Xuexue Pavilion was not triggered, only the spider silk in Guanyue Pavilion was broken."

Mu Chengxue heard his string voice: "So the Lord of Cloud Gate is doubting me?"

Yun Yifeng did not deny: "At least it should explain why you have not appeared until now."

"Because I'm practicing." Mu Chengxue frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the suspicions imposed on her.

Ji Yanran asked: "What about the evidence?"

Mu Chengxue said hardly: "No."

On the premise that there is no outsider invasion in the Shangxue Pavilion, the phrase "no" is obviously too thin to have any support, but it seems to be concealed. Ji Yanran's eyes were dull, and he quietly held his right hand on the hilt of his sword. Mu Chengxue took two steps afterwards, and his sword stretched out. Only Yun Yifeng persuaded: "It's not easy to say at present. Hiding in the dark, waiting for the yellow sparrows to be behind, but we are here to kill each other, would n’t we suffer. ”

Ji Yanran was not convinced, and said coldly, "What if it was him?"

"At least wait for someone to wake up first and ask two more words." Yun Yifeng patted his hand, stood beside the bed to hold Jin Huan, and tried to scream, "Brother Jin?"

His voice was gentle and gentle, with a little care, like a trickling stream in the mountains, without any aggressiveness. As a result, Jin Huan was a little calmer, his eyes "grumped" and looked at him indifferently, his mouth was vague: "Yun ... Yunmen."

"Just awake." Yun Yifeng put a cushion behind him, just planning to scrutinize, and continued to ask whether he had seen the killer clearly, but Jin Huan panicked again, chopping without warning. He opened his throat in horror and shouted, regardless of his injuries. He would flip out of the window when he moved it. If Yun Yifeng's eyes were swift and his hands were pulled in time, he would almost fall into the snow pit outside.

"Don't ... don't kill me, don't kill me."

"Do not kill me."

His teeth trembled.

In this dark and snowy room, a candlelight jumped to make people panic, and together with a piercing pleading, the heart tightened. Yun Yifeng didn't pay attention, but Ji Yanran could see clearly. Jin Huan started to become hysterical again after contacting Mu Chengxue.

Everything seems self-explanatory.

Long sword scabbard out, Mu Chengxue shot almost at the same time as him.

"Hey!" Yun Yifeng slaps the round table with one hand, shakes the candlestick on the table, spins and twists the two sword tips like a meteor hammer, and snaps sharply, "I have something to say!"

"No need." Ji Yanran made a mistake in his hand, a broken silver dart was worth nailing it to the room post, like an eagle's eyes staring at Mu Chengxue, his murderous eyes spreading, "This is what I picked up in the hospital just now. Yes. "

Although the dart is incomplete, it can also see an ice crystal mark, which is Mu Chengxue's unique hidden weapon.

"This ..." Yun Yifeng hesitated for a moment, just this shaking god, the other two had broken through the door, the frozen hard snow on the stone steps was penetrated by the sword gas, and exploded in the air like a white firework. The cold wind poured into the room, Jin Huan curled up on the bed, his whole body shaking like a sieve, and he was still mumbling about something, but he couldn't hear it anymore.

Ji Yanran's usual weapon was a red-blooded long sword, which was left in the Mobei military barracks. He came to the northeast with only a star-picking sword. Although he didn't call his hand, he did not fall into any disadvantage. . He was arrogant, seemingly rude, but he was able to recruit Mu Chengxue. If the other party was relying on his lightness and evasion in time, he would have been defeated.

After nearly a hundred moves, Ji Yanran spotted a gap and dived like a hunter.

With a bang, Mu Chengxue was beaten back two steps and sneered: "The lord is the one who hides the most, the merchant?"

"No matter what my identity is, it has nothing to do with you." Ji Yanran held a sword alone. "If you want to survive, you can honestly provide the mastermind behind the scenes."

"Go to Huangquan and ask!" Mu Chengxue's killing was over, and his arm flew up again.

"It will die ... it will die!"

The endless fighting sounds awakened Jin Huan, and he suddenly dropped out of bed, opened his hand with Yun Yifeng, crawled to the door, and stared at the two people in the courtyard.

"It will die, it will die!"

He clung to Yun Yifeng's clothes again, and "stabbed", trying to tear the fabric apart.

The wound on the chest also leaked again.

Mu Chengxue leaned backwards, seemingly trying to avoid Ji Yanran's head-on palm, but suddenly he made a force in the middle and turned to the other side.

Yun Yifeng promptly reminded: "Be careful behind!"

Ji Yanran leaped up, dozens of poison darts rubbed his calf, and "banged" on the tree.

Mu Chengxue fights and retreats, the opponent obviously has the upper hand, not to mention there is a cloud Yifeng who is watching the battle, love will only lose, so he fiddled with a move and flew away. As soon as the foot stepped on the eaves, a flying sword whistled from behind, running from the right shoulder to the left chest.

The blood splattered, and a smoky mist opened in mid-air.

Jin Huan opened his mouth wryly, as if he couldn't believe what happened.

Mu Chengxue shook twice in the air and smashed into the snow like a white bird with wings folded.

A dazzling red quickly spread under him.

The world returned to silence, as if the wind had stopped, all that remained was Jin Huan's heavy gasp.

Yun Yifeng's voice was distressed: "I said, the murder may not be his act."

Ji Yanran closed his sword and returned to the sheath: "It was his hand that moved first."

What else did Yun Yifeng want to say? When he spoke, he thought of the status quo, but felt it was meaningless. At last, he only sighed, "Well."

...

Mu Chengxue's body was thrown into Baimei Pavilion at will.

Jin Huan was admitted to the Piao Piao Pavilion.

On the small stove was a light, tasteless tea soup, and there were dry laughter in the ears.

"Ha ha."

"Hehehe."

That's crazy Jin Huan.

Yun Yifeng actually had some regrets. At that time, he did not cover the person's eyes in time. After being injured and frightened, he was forced to witness Mu Chengxue's tragic death throughout the process, which led to even more behavioral deficiencies, and he became a idiot. There are nonsense, running around all day, squatting at the window in the middle of the night and smirking is a common thing. Silver and white moon are shining a pale face, which is not much better than the folks who scare little dolls.

Ji Yanran handed him the tea cup: "Still angry?"

"Can't talk about it." Yun Yifeng helped Jin Huan sit up, "I just think you are a bit too reckless."

Ji Yanran did not justify, but handed the tea in his hand to Jin Huan's mouth. The other side didn't appreciate it, knocked the cup over, and ran out with a smirk.

Yun Yifeng had a splitting headache: "You said, how could things be like this?"

"Go to sleep for a while, rare stop." Ji Yanran said, "There are some pickles left in the kitchen, I'll see if I can cook the bowl of noodles."

Yun Yifeng responded, got up and returned to the bedroom, but was completely sleepless, staring at the bed account for a moment.

It was snowing outside.

It was dark, Jin Huanchen stepped in the snow with one foot, and his legs were stiff, like a zombie.

He passed Meteor Pavilion, Guanyue Pavilion, Baimei Pavilion, and Xi'an Pavilion. Every time he went to the courtyard, he knocked on the door and said silly, "Come to eat!" Then he pulled the wooden door and shook it twice. The "ding ding tong" iron chain copper ring sound, in the heavy light of the sky, especially urged the heart tremor.

"No one, and no one." Jin Huan loosened the knocker, muttered with regret, and turned his head into the kitchen.

After Yuxi moved away, the place had been locked for a long time, and the snow in the courtyard almost stopped people from moving.

Jin Huan took two breaths into the palm of his hand, and he was frozen with a complexion. He looked around in the courtyard and saw that there was some dry wood under the linoleum cloth.

After pulling for a long time, a stack of heavy logs was finally dropped on the ground, and Jin Huan's eyes were excited. He laughed and hugged another bigger one, but his hands were just working hard, but before he could get up straight, his brain came It hurts.

The heat flow swept through the eyes, and the world suddenly turned red.

He was at a loss for a moment, not trying to understand what was happening. After a long time, he raised his arm tremblingly and touched his forehead incredibly.

Full of hands dripping bright red.

How many murderers are hidden in this Xuexue Pavilion?

This question urged him to chill, and also awakened him, turning around in pain and horror, but only seeing a vast snow.

Who is it?

who is it……

Who.

With this unwillingness and blankness, he fell on his back in the snow and was cut off by the wind for the last breath.

The blood flowing in pure white is exactly the same as the red spread under Mu Chengxue that day.

...

Yun Yifeng was sitting at the table, his breathing was a little short, and his body became hot again.

He propped up to the window and lifted the heavy curtain, and the cold wind immediately poured in.

The courtyard was very quiet, and the kitchen was dark. People who said they wanted to cook pickled noodles did not know where they had gone.

Yun Yifeng rubbed his eyebrows and pushed the door to find it, but Ji Yanran just came in from outside the hospital.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Me?" Yun Yifeng was puzzled. "Go to the kitchen."

Ji Yanran looked at him.

In the sudden silence, Yun Yifeng shook his right hand unconsciously, and soon realized something.

"What happened to Jin Huan?"

Ji Yanran said, "I was penetrated with a poison knife and died in the kitchen."

Yun Yifeng stopped talking and asked, "What else do you want to say?"

"I want to say that in this Xuexue Pavilion, maybe I really dodged another person." Ji Yanran and he staggered his eyes. "Be careful in the future."

Yun Yi wind said: "Maybe?"

Pretending not to understand what he meant, Ji Yanran turned into the kitchen, leaving only a word scattered in the night.

"If it is Yue Zhihua, his skill is not low."

Yun Yi Feng Meifeng froze slightly, stood in the snow for a long time, and then returned to the front hall alone.

Two bowls of pickled noodles, and one oil bean lighted up, so that even the stomach cramped.

Ji Yanran looked closely at his pale complexion and asked, "Are you poisoned again?"

"It's okay, you can adjust your own interest." Yun Yifeng put down the tableware. "You and I ... we must have someone guarding Piaopiao Pavilion to prevent Yue Zhihua from attacking in the middle of the night."

Ji Yanran nodded and said nothing more.

This is the longest night I have ever experienced since going up the mountain.

Yun Yifeng tried to meditate and adjust his breath, but was unable to calm down. Sudden cold and hot dizziness is familiar, and the pain of Wan Ant biting is also familiar. It is logical that they have been tortured by the disease for so many years, and it should have been a long time since they have been familiar with it--in fact, Here, he did come this way, but I don't know why, this time I feel extremely difficult.

Either because of the poisoning day by day, or because the first two times have been taken care of carefully, this body has also learned to be lazy and slippery, and will no longer bear the poisonousness honestly, just thinking To be served lightly and gently again, use the gentle and warm internal force to wash all the limbs and bones, and then dry the warm paraffin to wipe away all the sticky, so that the whole body is refreshing and happy.

Yun Yifeng tightened the bed tent with one hand, and cold sweat was leaking from his forehead.

It was all night long, until the east showed a white belly, and the poison was over, and people couldn't wait to fall asleep.

It really hurts.

He thought deeply.

If we can sleep forever, we ca n’t wake up from our dreams.

Early in the morning the next day, it was rare to see sunny.

Yun Yifeng moved his sore muscles and pushed away the quilt and sat up.

The whole night was surrounded by endless dreams. He was dizzy and unawakened. He stared at the lighted candle on the bedside for a long time, and his brain was clear. He went to the table barefoot and wanted to pour a cup of herbal tea, but he heard Footsteps came from outside.

"Early in the morning, where did you go again?" He pulled his hair away and pushed the door out of the bedroom.

Ji Yanran was standing in the courtyard, carrying a corpse in his hands.

...

The body of Yue Zhihua.

Hard, shriveled, with hair falling off more than half, and the blood on his body had become dark, and it seemed to be dead for a while.

Yun Yifeng stunned: "Where did you find it?"

"On the roof beam of the utility room," Ji Yanran said, "hiddenly hidden, if the roof was not crushed by snow, I am afraid that it will not fall out in a few years."

Yun Yi wind said: "Really."

His voice is very light, more than a question, it is more like adjusting the difficult situation at this moment.

Everyone died, including Yue Zhihua.

The poisonous blade in Jin Huan's skull became an unexplainable strange mystery.

Unless a third person falls from the sky, otherwise ...

Ji Yanran stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"Back to the room," Yun Yifeng answered with his back to him, "clothing."

Ji Yanran followed and stood at the door and said, "I plan to search the whole Xuexue Pavilion again. Before that, the doorkeeper will stay at ease in the Piao Piao Pavilion, and don't go anywhere."

Yun Yifeng sneered: "If you doubt, I can also doubt Wang Ye, why can you only search it by yourself?"

"You know, it can't be me." Ji Yanran was displeased with his frivolous attitude, and insisted, "It's about bead relic, if anyone really loses it, no one can afford it."

"Did you not go to Xi'an Pavilion before? Not to mention relics, not even a valuable pearl." Yun Yifeng tied his belt and looked up. "Besides, I am a man in the rivers and lakes, and I am not yours This prince is in charge, whether or not the beams of the country are prosperous-hey! "

Ji Yanran retracted his hand: "Offended."

Yun Yifeng stiffened and motionless, gritted his teeth and said, "Despicable, solve my acupoints!"

"It's freezing cold outside, but the host is still obediently staying in the warm court." Ji Yanran pushed him to sit beside the bed with one palm. "In the evening, I will come back to feed myself."

Yun Yifeng: "..."

Ji Yanran turned and left the bedroom.

It was thoughtful and thoughtful, but also closed the door deliberately, and lowered the thick curtain to block the snow inside.

Yun Yifeng was sitting by the bed. He had wanted to learn to spit and curse two sentences, but it was getting farther and farther. He disappeared without a trace. Without Zhang Sanye's voice, I was afraid to scold. Also scolded.

It's not a bargain, maybe a sore throat.

So he swallowed the words again, thinking about other ideas in his heart.

Two large points on the chest were sealed. Although tingling and paralysing, if you can endure forced exercise, it is not impossible to break open.

He took a deep breath, his eyes closed slightly, and tried to move backwards.

The body was shaking slightly, the acupuncture point could not be solved, but the half of the residual candle on the bedside was hit into the quilt.

The gauze bed account was like a dry wood, wrapped in wax oil, and immediately burned.

Yun Yifeng: "... Can't I?"

Seeing that the tongue of fire had reached his buttocks, the door owner of Fengyumen closed his eyes, and he could no longer protect the delicate voice, raising his head and screaming loudly: "Help!"

The sound revolved for a long time above the fluttering pavilion.

It was scattered by the wind again.

...

Ji Yanran checked all the silver silk bells, and did not return to his residence until dark.

There was a scorching smell in the air, the more obvious the more you went forward.

Ominous, weird.

Holds the heart like a thin thread.

He followed a few steps and pushed open the thick door.

The scorching hot smoke blowing on his nose rushed forward, and he couldn't open his eyes.

The charred wooden beams were shrouded in blue-gray smoke, and the entire main house was burned to ruins.

"Master of the Cloud Gate!" Ji Yanran didn't want to leave the fire, and rushed in to find someone, but was blocked by a hot bluestone that was smashed by the howling.

The feet trembled faintly, and the beam that was swallowed up by the fire finally couldn't bear the weight, and the whole piece collapsed.

For a time, Mars was diffused, bricks were splashing, and the dull sound was like an invisible knife, which stirred the world up and down.

Ji Yanran was forced back again and again.

But the wind growled even more.

It blew those beating fires, like a beast with a greedy red tongue, and licked every inch of burning wood dregs until the twilight fell, and then it turned into contentedly a last light smoke and disappeared into view. between.

Ji Yanran stood in front of this scorched black soil and didn't say a word for a long time.

The wind is scattered, the moon is rising, and the galaxy is dim.

The dumbbells of the white jade tower shake out a silent elegy, sending away all the dead souls.

Childhood, scattered torches meandering on the mountain road, slowly climbing towards the direction of the peak of the mountain, until the dawn, before arriving at the Xuexue Pavilion.

The head is Yue Mingwei.

He didn't care about the whereabouts of the other guests, and didn't ask why Piao Piao Ge became coke, only respectfully saluting: "See Wang Ye."

"You finally show up." Ji Yan looked at him coldly.

"It's not me, all of this is the master's arrangement." Yue Mingwei didn't care about this tough attitude, but was more humble. "I also asked Wang Ye to go down the mountain first, and then discuss it."

Ji Yanran stared at him: "Yue's head buried the thunderous sky and mountains. How do I go down?"

Yue Mingwei explained with a smile: "I took Wang Ye personally, and naturally it would not trigger explosives."

Ji Yanran raised an eyebrow and asked: "Yue's head thinks, will the king still believe you?"

"This ..." Yue Mingwei fell into hesitation. His mission was to take Ji Yanran away, and the conflict could not be resolved. After a short thought, he beckoned a follower and whispered in his ear.

After the other party took the lead, he hurried down the mountain. After half an hour, the mountain road sent a series of rumbling sounds. All the explosives were ignited together. The power of fire and oil was endless, and the snow tsunami brought by it was earth-shattering. Even the people in the cold fog city were disturbed. They watched Heiwu stop and speculate that something extraordinary happened outside the city.

The eardrum swelled and Yue Mingwei shook his head before feeling comfortable.

He continued to grin: "Master, please."

Ji Yanran snorted coldly and came out.

The entourage of the Yue family will smash the oil on the wooden floor.

The flames were burning.

This **** villa with countless murders finally turned to ashes at dawn.

The sky was faint.

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