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The carriage is not too spacious, but not too narrow. At least four or five people don't feel crowded when they sit together.

There are only two people in the car now.

Without further ado, one person was alone, to avoid the pursuit, and fled from Sichuan and Shu to the Longxi territory.

The right of Xu Shuangfan lifted the curtain and climbed onto the carriage. He also put down the left of the mask, and then picked up the bowl of noodle soup that was still emitting heat and meat fragrance.

The person who made this bowl of noodles happened to be not far away from him and brought the cup of medicinal wine that seemed to have the effect of dispelling the wind and cold. However, he did not take the cup of wine from Xu Shuangfan at the first time, nor did he immediately talk to him.

The snow was still falling around, but the wind stopped earlier and became quiet. This static extends from outside the car to inside the car, like a fairy who can't cut off the world. She clearly appreciates the scenery outside the sky, but always wants to cross the border and return to the world.

That must be thought, but it may not be considered greed and will not easily make people feel disgusted.

At least for now, Li Congke has not yet become disgusted by the quietness here. Instead, as time goes by, it gradually integrates into it, just like a light duckweed. Although it moves with the wind, it is still as peaceful as it happens.

When she looked closer, Xu Shuangfan looked even more ordinary. Apart from the eyes, looking at the surface alone, there was no place on her body that Li Congke felt outstanding.

So if he hadn't really eaten the noodles she made and drank the soup she made, gradually, his previous doubts would have dissipated one by one, and his impression of her would have remained on the four words "ordinary woman".

But that may not necessarily be a terrible thing.

Just as an old saying, ignorant people are fearless.

Li Congke was looking at Xu Shuangfan, and Xu Shuangfan was also observing him.

The surface on it is hot, and the surface on its face is cold.

Xu Shuangfan soon noticed this huge contrast.

The surprise on her face can be concealed, but the one in her heart cannot be reduced immediately. As early as when she was young, she had actually seen many strange people and things, but it was the first time she had seen someone like Li Congke who was wearing a mask and not taking off when eating noodles.

What caught Xu Shuangfan's eyes was not the white fan and the young man he wore in the mountains and rivers, but the faces that the actors used to play on stage.

A few light colors and a few thick inks, the base is black and white, and there are lace on both sides.

The structure is simple, but it leaves a deep impression on people.

It is precisely because of this that she clearly saw this stereotyped mask not long after, and the latter occupied a weight in her heart as if it was no less than some unforgettable old past events.

However, no matter how she looked and observed, she could not find a clear opening on this mask.

So she could not see Li Congke's mouth, Li Congke's nose, nor his eyes. These things that were covered by masks were exactly the most basic and indispensable parts of the human body.

"you......"

"You must think I'm very strange."

Xu Shuangfan nodded slightly.

She wore a mask on her face, but most of the soup noodles on her face were less. Even if she took off the mask in advance and put it on in time before she came in, it was undoubtedly difficult to do these things almost perfectly in a short while, especially when he was still "cold".

"Sir, are you telling me in this way that your condition is not as serious as your wife said?"

"You call me sir?"

Obviously, Li Congke was surprised by the sudden title Xu Shuangfan called, and even his always plain and calm voice began to have a strong sense of confusion.

Xu Shuangfan sat aside and gently shook a glass of Chinese herbal wine and said, "I am a ignorant woman in the mountain village. She is a strange man and acts even more differently. In my opinion, she deserves these two words."

Li Congke said: "But you respect me as a sir, and I will call you the eldest sister again, isn't that inappropriate?"

Xu Shuangfan smiled and said, "Then the gentleman should call me Xu like others."

Li Congke shook his head and said, "Happy, your husband's surname is just. Although there has been a saying that husband and wife follow each other since ancient times, it is not only an ordinary person, but it cannot be judged based on common sense."

Xu Shuangfan said in surprise: "Sir, do you think I don't belong to an ordinary person?"

Li Congke said calmly: "If you are an ordinary person, you can't get into this carriage, and it is even more impossible for me to continue chatting and laughing as if nothing had happened when I was lucky."

When talking about the four words "talking and laughing", Xu Shuangfan really responded with a smile.

There was still a gentle and quiet atmosphere between her eyebrows, but the smile at the corners of her mouth was no longer the same, just like the mask that Li Congke wore at this moment. The simple first meeting, the deeper seeing each other, and the unrealistic outlines show the true complexity of human nature.

"The luck of flowers, swords sweeps thousands of horses. Baihua Palace, Zangjian Mountain, one is located in Western Shu, and the other is far away in Mobei. It was linked together because of a widely circulated saying in the world. However, although the Mobei is far away, I have seen several famous swords in Zangjian Mountain, and I have indeed had the ability to sweep thousands of troops. However, the luck of flowers made me puzzled. It is probably because I have not seen all the flowers so far."

"You finally mentioned Jianghu, so does this mean that from this moment on you are planning to face me as a Jianghu person?"

"If that's the case, I can't call you sir anymore."

"According to this, I happened to think of what to call you."

Time seems to be still at this moment.

The air seemed to have stopped flowing.

Both of them could hear the sounds made by each other clearly, which was no longer just breathing and words.

"Young Master Jin San."

"Six Paths of Ghost Mother."

For example, the unique cicadas in summer, the sounds from the mouths of Li Congke and Xu Shuangfan also carry the unique rhythm of this season, which is silent and cold.

In contrast, the people outside the car undoubtedly seemed much calmer and slow. Until a afterimage that was so fast that it was difficult to observe clearly with the naked eye, accompanied by the howling sound of the strong wind, dragging a narrow trace of several feet on the snow, Xu Lang seemed to realize something. He ignored the medicine pot and the wine jar, ran straight towards the red dot that was incompatible with the snow around him.

There is red among the white.

Therefore, there is blood in the snow.

The red blood, like scattered tributaries, broke away from the main path and crisscrossed in all directions, never returning.

Xu Lang's speed is not slow, but it is not fast either, so at this moment, he can only be a passive bystander and cannot change anything.

Xu Shuangfan's blood was still flowing, but his heartbeat gradually stopped, but his eyes were still open, looking deep into the sky.

It’s just that the wind and snow are all over the sky, and the vastness is vast. Under the double intercourse of coldness and hotness, what else can she see besides the grayness?

Black and white?

Even if you see it, you may not be able to tell it clearly.

"Dead?"

"Ha, I've really thought too much. Even if the Five Elements Ghost Armor is really broken by him, he will never be able to kill you. Even the ghosts and monsters cannot be killed, and they cannot be eliminated. How could you, known as the mother of all ghosts and wandering in the six realms, die so easily?"

Ask yourself, answer yourself.

Xu Lang stood just outside Xu Shuangfan. He could touch her body close with just a slight bent over, but he stood there and thought for a long time, but he didn't choose to do that.

It was just because he firmly believed that no one in this world could force the six ghost mother to a desperate situation, let alone kill her in a flash of his fingers.

It turns out that his belief was not wrong.

Shortly after Xu Shuangfan fell, another woman with exactly the same appearance as her, but with a slightly different aura appeared from the opposite direction and walked towards Xu Lang step by step.

It was as strange as groundless as he was, but he seemed to have expected it and quickly turned around and looked over.

It was this look that made him see something even more bizarre than the death of a man and the night ghost walking day by day with the outskirts of his eyes.

The carriage is gone.

The Yan Qiangwei has also disappeared.

The place where they were originally located appeared out of thin air, and the fine spots of light reflected when the soft sunlight shone through the dense jungle.

As the tide of the ground starts.

A thin folding fan is thriving.

The light is spots and the wind is rustling.

It is clearly a real body, but it is like a phantom.

The mask of the mask was taken off by Li Congke at some time, and held it in his right palm. The white fan of mountains and rivers that were often shown in front of others turned and covered his face.

The young master knocked his finger on his left.

A white fan shook with one finger.

Two refers to the movement of mountains and rivers.

Three fingers of true qi turn.

The four-finger ghost fog dissipates.

The fifth finger followed one after another, but it only stretched and retracted, and did not knock it.

Because at that moment, his sleeves were filled with sword energy, and a faint cold light flashed, truly reaching the state of "the sword has not yet come out, but the momentum is already intimidating" that many people have been unable to practice in their entire lives.

Xu Shuangfan was not afraid, just because after she mentioned the word "jianghu" in front of Li Congke, she no longer had to be limited to mediocrity and could return to her true self as much as possible.

She just doesn't understand a lot.

For example, since Li Congke had noticed it, why did he wait until now to move, and how did he blind her perception and reject her poisonous art with illusions in advance...

Too many difficult-to-understand questions together made Li Congke look more and more like a mystery in her eyes.

"Are you going to use the Yanhui sword now? The third young master is too anxious."

Upon hearing this, Li Congke had no intention of retracting the knife, but just extended the time of accumulation of momentum a little longer. At the same time, he said to Xu Shuangfan: "It is true that I am good at using flying knives, but it does not mean that every knife is a return of a geese."

Xu Lang, who was standing beside him, suddenly interrupted, "But it's hard for you to hurt her again except Yan Huidao."
To be continued...