Xiao Er, come to a pot of tea.

In the teahouse, Gongsun Luluo stood quietly in a clearing.

At this moment, her hands were empty, and she wore a pale green skirt to outline her slim figure.

She couldn't see where she hid the long sword at all.

Gongsun Luluo’s expression on his face did not change, and he looked around and said in a crisp voice, “Today there is a sword dance, please taste it!”

When the words fell, Gongsun Luluo's figure turned, and there was already an extra long sword in his hand that looked like autumn water.

The wrist shook, and the sword light like autumn water wafted away, making everyone feel that they were on the surface of a transparent lake.

With Gongsun Luluo's beautiful hibiscus-like figure, it really looks like a beautiful picture scroll slowly unfolding.

Before the sword dance started, there was already an artistic conception!

Cang! Cang! Cang!

The sword light flashed, and the crisp sword sound kept ringing, sometimes clear and sometimes low.

Gongsun Luluo's body danced lightly with the sound of swords, just like a dragon, and it was shocking!

Senran's sword aura appeared from time to time, and seemed to be empty.

At this moment, aesthetics and murderousness are entangled, which makes people fascinated.

The drunk Taoist watched Jian Wu intently while drinking tea.

"Boy, do I need to give you a divination?"

Chu Ci grabbed the chopsticks and put a peanut in his mouth, and said with a smile, "Okay, but I don't have any gold for you."

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard lightly and said with a smile, "Today's hexagram has been collected enough, this hexagram is considered to be given to you by the poor Tao!"

Chu Ci nodded slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Then thank you Dao Chang."

The drunk Taoist raised a hand and pinched silently for a moment.

"Boy, didn't you read the almanac when you went out today?"

"Wait, I'm afraid that I will encounter the disaster of blood and light!"

Chu Ci picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, and said with a smile, "There is only a sword dance here, how can there be a disaster of blood and light?"

Chu Ci looked at Gongsun Luluo who was constantly dancing, his back straightened slightly.

The murderous intent faintly revealed in the beautiful dance made the sword intent in Chu Ci's chest burst out uncontrollably!

Cang!

A sword sounded throughout the teahouse.

In the next second, a ray of sword light shot out at a corner of the teahouse like lightning!

The sharp sword intent engulfed the sword light, tore the tables and chairs along the way, and pierced Chuci's brows!

The sudden change made everyone unresponsive and looked at this scene stupidly.

"Ah!"

Jian Guang was about to pierce Chu Ci's eyebrows, Chu Ci sneered, and greeted him with chopsticks in his hands.

boom!

As soon as the chopsticks touched the sword light, it turned into a handful of filaments and floated in the air.

But the bright sword light also stopped.

The long sword that originally belonged to Gongsun Luluo was floating in the air at this moment, reaching three inches away from Chuci's fingertips, trembling slightly, making ear-piercing buzzing!

It was not Chuci's fingers that blocked the long sword, but the sword light that evoked from the fingertips, mixed with the intent of the sword!

"What a descendant of Jian Yin!"

"What a ten-step flying sword!"

Chu Ci looked at the long sword in front of his fingertips with admiration, and exclaimed.

Ding!

Chuci flicked his fingers, and the sword light slashed on the long sword.

The long sword that looked like autumn water suddenly flew back and returned to Gongsun Luluo's hands.

Looking at Gongsun Luluo, who was slightly surprised, Chu Ci chuckled lightly, "The sword is good, but the power is a bit weak."

Cang!

Gongsun Luluo's wrist turned, and the sword had disappeared.

The cold gaze fell on Chu Ci's body, Gongsun Luluo was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking about writing.

In the next second, a green shadow flashed in the teahouse.

Gongsun Luluo has disappeared!

Until this moment, the jianghu tea customers in the teahouse came back to their senses.

"That was an assassination just now?!"

"Why did Miss Gongsun kill him?"

"He seems to be a sly person, right? This is interesting."

"Girl Gongsun is so beautiful, he must be the one who is wrong!"

"Tsk tusk...my wife is about to give birth, I'm leaving now."

···

Some tea shoppers got up and left, but more stayed and waited to see the excitement.

Chu Ci dissipated the blade of his fingertips, frowned slightly, "Dao Master, she wants to kill me? Why?"

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, and said, "Perhaps you, this stinky boy, is the one who is responsible?"

Hearing the words of Chu Ci, his eyebrows trembled, "I haven't seen her before!"

The drunk Taoist shook his head, and said helplessly, "That poor Tao has never been known."

"but···"

The drunk Taoist said in deep thought, "It happened in a tea house. You can ask the shopkeeper of the tea house."

Chuci nodded slightly. Since this teahouse is engaged in the business of selling intelligence, it is natural to ask them if it is the best choice.

Thinking of this, Chu Ci stood up and walked to the counter.

Looking at the shopkeeper with a slightly stiff expression, Chu Ci asked aloud, "The shopkeeper, you know what the crime is for assassinating members of the Imperial Deception Office!"

"Ha ha···"

The shopkeeper smiled stiffly and said, "My lord has misunderstood, what happened just now has nothing to do with our teahouse!"

"Is it?"

Chu Ci raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "You invited Gongsun Luluo, the descendant of Jianyin, to assassinate me. You said it has nothing to do with you?!"