The dark clouds are thick, blocking them layer by layer.

Just after afternoon, the sky became extremely dark, without wind and waves, and it was inexplicably depressed.

The tourists on the banks of Daming Lake had already run away, and only a few people who were scared to the point of being unconscious were left lying in the soil.

Yan Wu lay down, and the black sword in his hand that killed countless people fell to the ground with a "clang clang".

He lost his sword, and the sword also lost his master.

Su Weiyun still stood still.

After about a quarter of an hour, he was still standing there, like an eternal, mysterious and strange stone statue.

But as long as he is still standing here, no one dares to come.

The sky is drizzling and about to fall.

"It seems that it will rain soon."

A boatman plucked up his courage and jumped onto the boat that was crossing the water, rowed his boat to the other shore of the lake, and fled far away.

Su Weiyun still didn't move.

Crazy...

The raindrops drizzled, hitting the lake, among the catkins, and hitting Su Weiyun's body.

The spring rain is silent, and the soil is splashing.

Behind the curtain made of rain, a woman in green suddenly walked faintly. She walked very fast, holding a light ink-colored oil paper umbrella, and the raindrops were rotating to avoid her body.

The woman walked straight to Su Weiyun and stood with an umbrella.

It's Yan Qi.

There was such a big noise on the shore of Daming Lake, and Yan Qi, who lived next to the Dragon King Temple, naturally would not have known it. Not only her, but in addition to Mr. Yuan Da staying to take care of Nangong Chou, Shen Tuozi and Master Tie Song were also on the way.

Yan Qi looked at Yan Wu's body on the ground, then looked up at Su Weiyun, and called out softly: "Brother Su?"

The rain keeps falling.

Su Weiyun's lips moved slightly and said, "Wait for me."

Yan Qi kept his mouth shut and began to wait patiently.

This waited for half an hour.

"puff!"

Su Weiyun suddenly turned her head and vomited a mouthful of blood and fell on the ground beside her.

Yan Qi had already seen something wrong, but for some reason, he hurriedly asked with concern: "Brother Su, you..."

Su Weiyun stroked her chest, her face pale, and said, "Okay, it's okay now. The Crazy Cross Sword has been practicing the Deadly Sword Technique for more than 30 years, and it's true that there are some tricks."

Yan Qi was shocked and said, "Crazy Cross Sword?"

Su Weiyun's clothes were completely wet. He took back the Xiaoxiang sword, pointed to the corpse on the ground, and said, "It's him."

Yan Qi turned around suddenly and stared at the corpse lying on the ground.

The face of the corpse was covered by red blood, black mud and black water. It was hard to see clearly what he looked like in the rain.

Only the cross scar on the forehead is still eye-catching!

Yan Qi said word by word: "The cross on his forehead, he is indeed a crazy cross sword!"

Su Weiyun said: "Do you recognize him?"

Yan Qi said: "I heard from my father that this person has been chasing us for a long time, and my father's serious injuries were also caused by him."

Su Weiyun asked, "Your father has a grudge against him?"

Yan Qi said: "No, it's just because my father was the only one who escaped his magic sword by chance, which made him lose his reputation."

Su Weiyun sighed: "Then it seems that I did not kill the wrong person. Such a bloodthirsty swordsman should have died."

Yan Qi suddenly took three steps back, bowed respectfully to Su Weiyun, and said solemnly: "Thank you for helping me revenge, Brother Su. From now on, you will be the benefactor of my Nangong family. If you have any instructions, you will go through fire and water, and you will never refuse!"

She spoke extremely seriously and seriously.

Su Weiyun couldn't help but ask, "So you have always wanted to take revenge?"

Yan Qi said slowly: "Otherwise, how could I call Yan Qi?"

Su Weiyun smiled and said, "Isn't it because you died seven times?"

Yan Qi said: "Because I know that the 'Crazy Cross Sword' is called Yan Wu. When I was learning martial arts, I thought about using tooth for teeth and blood for blood every day and night, and I wanted to draw a big blood-stained cross on his face!"

"I will never forget the enemies of two swords, so I am a pseudonym Yan Qi, and I also want to remind myself!"

Su Weiyun murmured: "So that's it."

Yan Qi suddenly asked, "Your injury... doesn't matter, right?"

Su Weiyun said: "What I practice is a meditation technique of withering and prosperity. Withering and prosperity, birth and death, and going away, and resurgence, it is not difficult for me to treat internal injuries. On the contrary, this battle helped me relieve some of the mental disorders of killing, which is of great benefit."

"That's good, I'll give you a ride, you... remember to remind Guo Dalu."

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After Yan Qi sent Su Weiyun out of Jinan Prefecture, he returned to the Dragon King Temple; while Su Weiyun found Guo Dalu on the road, told Yan Qi's traces, and then returned to Fugui Villa.

He did not explain Yan Qi's life experience to Guo Dalu, nor did he tell him that there was a test waiting for him. He believed that Guo Dalu could rely on himself to deal with it.

Fugui Villa.

The sun sets, and the bright moon has not risen.

But beautiful clouds of fire of various shapes have been ignited in the sky.

Under such a beautiful scenery, Su Weiyun was in a very good mood.

But what he saw next seemed to be less happy.

The gate of the villa.

Su Weiyun saw from a distance that there were a large row of people standing in a luxurious lineup at the entrance of Fugui Villa, with extraordinary aura and looking aggressive.

The head was two Kunlun slaves with curly hair, curly hair, blue eyes, and naked upper body. They were wearing only big trousers embroidered with golden tigers, and a large golden ring was followed by a left ear.

They held a roll of red felt in their hands, spread it from the door to the yard, and then turned over in the air and retreated at the same time.

When Su Weiyun got closer, she stood beside her, with her head tilted, and watched these strange people doing some strange things in her own manor.

This group of people didn't pay attention to Su Weiyun, or they thought Su Weiyun was not worthy of attention at all.

As soon as the two men left, two more people immediately walked into the gate of Fugui Villa.

These were two strange-looking barbarians, with their black hair combed into seventy or eighty braids, one in the east and one in the west shaking with the music.

Both of them were carrying large flower baskets in their hands, and were sowing colorful flowers on the red felt with their thin arms like tender lotus roots.

Both of them were very beautiful, with white and thin calves exposed under their short skirts, and a string of golden bells were ringing constantly with the dance posture.

After the two barbarians scattered flowers, they immediately retreated silently without stopping.

"Haha, this is really interesting."

No matter what event, it is always particularly interesting if there are beautiful girls participating.

Besides, there seem to be more and more beauties.

Four long skirts dragging the ground, the girl in the palace dress with high clouds came with four cold crystals and bright palace lanterns.

The four girls were all graceful and as beautiful as a fairy. As soon as they stopped, the two tall and long Kunlun slaves carried a Hu bed and strode from outside the door.

A woman in purple leaned on the bed, holding a bright silver hookah in her hand, sucking light smoke leisurely, spreading everywhere like clouds, and her face was like a cloud.

She was holding a very long dragon-headed stick in her hand, and there was a girl beating his legs gently for him.

It seems that this person must be an old senior who has been famous for a long time.

Su Weiyun stood by her side and walked slowly at this time, saying, "Do you know the master is coming back, so you specially welcome me outside the door? Thank you very much."

After he said that, he walked up the red carpet as if no one else was around and walked into the villa.

The woman in purple snorted coldly, suddenly took a sip of water, then opened her mouth suddenly and sprayed straight towards Su Weiyun.

The smoke condensed into a line, bulging, and thick waves rolled towards Su Weiyun.

Of course, this smoke is not lethal, but if a person can spray a sip of smoke so far, you have to be careful of her qigong.

call!

Su Weiyun did not turn, and gently brushed her sleeves backwards, and a gust of wind and waves blew up.

The smoke turned back and rushed in front of the woman in purple, choking her!

"You old man's smelly mouth will not be blessed to be saved."

This means scolding the woman in purple for her mouth is old and smelly.

Unexpectedly, the girl in purple suddenly lit her crutch, flew up high, and shouted softly: "Who is the little thief, dares to be arrogant in front of her aunt?!"

Although she called herself "Auntie", she was very agile when she heard her voice, and she would not be over twenty years old at most.
Chapter completed!