March, Luoyang, spring.

On the official road in the early morning, a white horse came slowly and leisurely from the north. The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the early morning. On both sides of the road, green leaves were dripping, and condensation rolled down on the tender green stems and leaves.

Splash into dust.

On the horseback was a man in a green shirt, holding a gourd of old wine in his hand, and a long sword slung across his back. His face was gentle and seemed to be smiling, and there was an indescribable laziness between his eyebrows.

In his other hand, he was holding a dark and dark bronze mask, shaped like a dragon's head, cold and forbidding, with two outwardly curved fangs exposed on the lower jaw. At first glance, it looked like a Rakshasa Yaksha.

, people who look at it shudder, not startled but afraid.

Is Bai Yujing dead?

In fact, death or immortality is irrelevant.

In this world, anyone can be the boss of Qinglong. To achieve something, you don’t have to kill people. Smart people know how to use their own strengths and can knock people down even without using martial arts. Although there are endless ways to kill people.

, but the most brilliant thing is never to do it yourself.

And now, he is the boss of Qinglong.

What he has to do now is how to receive and control the power of the twelve halls, the 365 sub-rudders, and even the ears, eyes and eyes of all parties.

But even though he has a mask, he is still an ordinary person. Therefore, he has to find an extraordinary person. Not only is this person extraordinary, but he is also lower than one person in the "Blue Dragon Society" and higher than ten thousand people. His status is not trivial.

, a powerful person.

You have to know that no matter how hard a person tries and racks his brains, even if he has succeeded in seizing the throne, there is still something wrong with his name and words. What's more, he is still not so clear about everything about this force, so this is

He needs a guide to support him and turn those things that did not originally belong to him into his own little by little.

…

The largest inn in Luoyang City is called "Yue Guest Inn", which was newly opened not long ago. The house is newly built, with the walls painted and the floor paved. Even every green tile on the roof looks brand new. Under the rising sun,

, refracting dazzling light, like jasper.

But just a few days ago, the owner of this inn actually renovated it inside and out, which cost him hundreds of taels, which was really heartbreaking.

But he won't. He would be happy to do it even if he doesn't feel any pain.

Because he will earn more and have to spend it.

Just two days ago, he received a message.

A very powerful man was about to stay at his inn. Not only was this man already well-known in the world, but he also had an extremely noble status. He was born a son of a prince. There were countless women in the world who admired him.

Not only is this person's status extremely high, but his martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world. He is rarely matched by opponents. He is also very handsome and elegant. He is recognized as a heroic young man in the world. He is an outstanding prince in white and has many martial arts forces.

Want to please him.

Because of such a person, even if he only stayed for one night, the shopkeeper would not dare to be careless in the slightest.

This person is Di Qinglin, the hereditary first-class prince who is famous all over the world today.

The inn is located in the center of the city. Since it is the largest and best inn, the location must be better. Outside the inn, there are two streets that intersect to form a "ten". Early in the morning, there are already people collecting swill and carrying dung buckets.

But before he got close to thirty feet, he was sent away.

It's so fastidious that it seems like it can't tolerate even the slightest smell.

The inn has three floors.

Under the blue tiles of Lingyun, an exquisite and unique elegant room is located on the top floor.

Behind the bead curtain, I saw a man wearing a snow-white robe, holding a jade cup carefully carved from mutton-fat jade. The wine inside was amber in color and had a mellow fragrance. He was leaning on a table covered with snow-white Persian wool felt.

On the short couch, he seemed to be thinking about something, and also seemed to be waiting for someone.

He is indeed waiting for someone.

Two days ago.

He received a very strange post.

There are only a few words on it.

"March 8th, Yue Guesthouse, fight!"

This is a war note.

Although I don’t know who wrote it, and there is no hint of murderous intent, there is nothing hidden between the lines that is not murderous.

His face was a little pale, not sickly white, but with a coldness, like frost and dew at dusk. He was as delicate as a woman, but the coldness between his brows always made his expression look cold and indifferent.

There was an expression that was half a smile but not a smile, and his eyes looked at the flashy people in the city. He seemed to be making a silent mockery, laughing at the humbleness and ants in the world.

He is Di Qinglin.

"Do you really want to duel with someone you don't know who he is?"

A sweet sound like the cry of warblers sounded from beside him. It turned out that there was a woman. The woman was wearing a red silk robe, lazily but cautiously lying next to Di Qinglin's body, with straight and delicate legs.

Half exposed, it is as white as goat milk.

Her clothes were so thin that they were almost transparent and looming, enough to drive any man crazy.

"You don't understand, living in this world, some people are lonely, because the reason why the peak is called the peak is that only a very small number of people can stand, and the other people will always look up. In order to eliminate loneliness, you

You have to learn to step off the cliff and pretend to be the people you look down on, so that you don't look different."

"Besides, if you can kill someone justifiably, how can I refuse!"

Di Qinglin gently twisted the jade cup in his hand and talked casually, as casually as eating and drinking.

The woman seemed very happy that Di Qinglin could tell her so much, because only in front of the woman he loves and trusts the most can a man express his true feelings without concealing his true feelings.

She seemed to be trembling with joy, her soft and hot body was leaning against her little by little, like a ball of fire, and even the fragrance of Lanzhi exhaled from her lips and teeth seemed to turn into a heat wave at this moment.

Di Qinglin slowly put down the jade cup. He felt a sudden heat rising in his body, as if it was also ignited by the approaching fire.

With his status, he had already experienced too many stunning beauties, but only the woman in front of him could fully cooperate with him, know what he wanted, and satisfy him. Di Qinglin turned around.

Behind the curtain, it seemed to become more charming, and the strange sound of the silk robe being torn was mixed with the strange smell.

But it just happened to be this time.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the street in the early morning.

The rise and fall are orderly and come from afar.

"Da da da——"

In an instant, all the sounds seemed to be swept away in an instant. Behind the curtain, Di Qinglin's eyes seemed to be strangely red, and even his face was very red, and his blood was not calm.

On the ground were strands of blood-red silk robes torn into strips.

On the bed, the woman was panting and her beautiful eyes were watery.

Di Qinglin sighed.

"pity!"

His voice seemed a little hoarse than before.

"He's coming!"

Because the sound of horse hooves has stopped downstairs.

As soon as Di Qinglin wrapped his robe, his face slowly returned to the pale and delicate look. He had already seen his opponent riding on the street.

At one glance, he saw that person and was startled.

As handsome as he is, a trace of jealousy is unavoidable at this time.

He was already extremely good-looking, but that one was even more beautiful than him. The sight was unforgettable, thrilling, and soul-crushing.

The man was carrying a sword and riding a horse. His light green robe gently turned up in the morning breeze and fell down quickly. The tear stains under his eyes seemed to be glowing red in the golden light of the morning sun, like a drop of fresh water.

Blood.

The other person was smiling, but when he saw his disheveled appearance and the hot red color on his face, he couldn't help but frown.

"Master Di Xiaohou is really in a good mood. He is doing this so early in the morning. It seems that I came at the wrong time!"

A soft voice, a light tone.

Upon hearing this, Di Qinglin grasped the guardrail tightly with both hands and said in a deep voice:

"No, you came at the right time!"

But the man slapped his horse, turned around and rushed out of the city.

When Di Qinglin saw the other party turning around, he stared downstairs.

It's just that it's still a step too late.

A chuckle spread along the morning breeze.

"Bring your sword!"
Chapter completed!