It was night, and the bright moon hung in the sky.
The whole place was quiet.
From time to time, the owl's cry could be heard in the air, which gave this peaceful night a chance to live.
He wore a white robe and a snow-white robe.
Under the contrast of the moonlight, he looked very elegant.
The sword, the long sword, the iced long sword, in the swordman's hand, stabbed straight down, as if it was so casual.
The handsome face, the handsome face, the cold handsome face, was looking at him intently.
Below the calm expression, there was a heart that seemed to be going to stop beating.
A shadow was facing him.
It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
It was not very tall, and it was even thinner.
It had a short knife in its hand, which was as short as a dagger.
It pushed it across the chest and stared at the shoulder of the man in white motionlessly.
They stood there for a long time, and no one dared to make a move.
Suddenly, a ghost bat appeared in the sky and crashed into the man in white.
Almost instantaneously, both sabers and swords were drawn out at the same time, and at the same time, the two resumed their original postures.
However, the bat had been smashed into tens of thousands of pieces and turned into a pool of blood.
The blood and the white-robed man.
The wound was on his shoulder.
It was as small as a needle tip, as if he could not feel the pain, but the outcome was clear.
"I wish you old and white-haired!" The face of the man in white was instantly pale, even whiter than the full moon in the sky, and even whiter and more dazzling than the clothes on his body.
"Junior apprentice-brother, stay and have a wedding banquet." The black-clad man seemed to be a bit proud.
"In 15 years, I'll learn from you, Senior Brother.
From then on, there will be no longer be a long sword in Jianghu." The man in white paused and mumbled without turning his head.
His tone was colder than ice and even more piercing than a saber or sword.

"Alas!
Junior Brother, why are you doing this?" The man in black lowered his head and sighed.
"Sigh!" The white-clothed man released a long sigh, no longer saying anything.
He suddenly sped up, flying down from the mountain peak, instantly disappearing without a trace.
Seeing the man in white disappear in the dark night, the man in black suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.
After a long time, he said to himself, "Junior Brother, why are you always too kind?" After that, he also ran in the direction of the man in white.
Moments later, the top of the divine dragon was completely empty, leaving behind only a puddle of blood.
With a blow of the wind, it instantly froze.
A moment later, the white-robed man returned to his original position.
When he reached the spot where the black-robed man was standing, he saw a puddle of blood, which caused him to go insane.
After a long moment, he threw his head back and let out a long sigh.
Tears streamed down the corner of his eye as he staggered forward.
It was as if a hundred years had passed, and he was now an old man.
...
AD type 1030, June, late at night.
It was a stormy storm that battered the entire Great Song Dynasty Imperial Palace like a splash.
Inside the chamber, Zhao Yan, the fourth emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, was engaged in a fierce battle with his two beloved concubines, beauty Yang and beauty Shang.
Ever since Princess Yang and Shang were given to the Emperor by the Minister of War, they had received Zhao Tian's endless favor.
They did not leave each other and took turns to sleep.
Zhao Tian's soul had been turned upside down by the two and he had been in a daze.
Recently, he had not been in court for five days and had been in the palace to hang out with them day and night.
That night, Zhao Fei didn't listen to the eunuch's advice and ordered two of his royal consorts to go to bed.
However, he didn't want to be tricked behind the scenes.
From then on, the court would be in chaos, and a bloody storm would be brewing.