Chapter 251: Snow Moon Wind

Xueyue City.
Sikong Changfeng was lying on the table, already quietly asleep. On the side was a emptied hip flask, and his dark golden spear, which was famous all over the world.
The recent Xueyue City was very empty. Great City Lord Baili Dongjun disappeared for a long time. The second city's lord Li Hanyi was also missing after leaving the city. Yin Luoxia and his disciple Luo Mingxuan, who were sent to assist in this matter, didn’t seem to go there. Where he went, and the three city lord’s disciples Tang Lian, Lei Wujie, Xiao Se, and Sikong Qianluo had not returned to the city for a long time.
After the First World War of Lei Jiapu, the disciples sent by the Tang Sect to Xueyue City quietly retreated, and Lei Jiapu's disciples were also called by Lei Sect and hurried back.
It seems that Xueyue City hasn't been so depressed for a long time after the Demon Clan's Eastern Expedition.
Sikong Changfeng had a dream.
In his dream, he was still holding a long spear in his hand, with a jug of wine hanging on the spear, wandering around on his horse, and found a place to sleep when he was drunk. When he woke up, he went to see where there is a reward. Then, catch a few thieves and change a few meals. Such a day is not good, but it is not bad. He was born such a lazy person, and there are so few things that can cheer him up.
Until that day, the young man in white clothes appeared in front of him. That was supposed to be the person Sikong Changfeng hated the most. He was rich when he looked at his clothes, but what the young man said made him unpleasant.
"I have heard of you, you are very famous."
"You have arrested 13 key criminals in a row that the Guotong Mansion could not catch."
"People like you shouldn't be buried like this. Come with me."
"Do you want to take a look at a city?"
"That is the largest city in the world, with the most beautiful women, the largest casino, the best wine, and the fastest horses."
"That city is called Tianqi."
Sikong Changfeng was holding the gun in one hand, and a rickety hip flask hung on the gun, and his body was also swaying. He did not hear what the young man said afterwards, but just nodded sharply after hearing the phrase "the most beautiful woman": "Go! Go! Go!"
In his dream, he saw the most beautiful woman again.
The woman stroked the piano and sat in the curtain.
It was a place full of flowers and beautiful girls everywhere.
But Sikong Changfeng only saw him.
"You can own all the girls here, but she can't. She is a piano teacher, so many princes in Tianqi City want her."
Sikong Changfeng didn't believe it, he stepped forward and gently opened the curtain in front of him.
It was indeed a girl who was overwhelmed by the country, Sikong Changfeng wanted to walk in, but he heard a "roll".
In the next moment, he really rolled away.
There seemed to be a lot of things happening in the middle, as if there was a fire somewhere, as if someone was hacking and killing, as if he had been hit by several arrows, and he was covered in blood.
But those pictures only flashed by. The next moment, he was riding a horse and running wildly, as if venting all his anger. He was riding a horse and running wildly, day and night, running thousands of miles away, before he let out a heavy sigh of relief. .
But he just stopped when a white horse chased him behind him. The girl who was all over the country sat on the horse, and then she took out a sword from nowhere, and cut herself off the horse with a sword. Then immediately tuned his horse back and ran back.
Sikong Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned on his horse and chased him up again.
"Don't run. You came after me, did you agree with what I said that night?"
"Do you like me too!"
"Luo Shuiqing!"
"Luo Shuiqing...Luo Shuiqing...Luo Shuiqing..." Sikong Changfeng woke up from his sleep, only to find that the table was wet, and he didn't know when he shed so many tears. He wiped his tears gently.
Dreaming of you again, Shui Qing.
Sikong Changfeng sat there, feeling a sense of loss.
After all, the former person is no longer there, even if I dream about it, it will only add to the sadness.
Suddenly the soft knock on the door came to mind, Sikong Changfeng lightly wiped his hand, and the tears on the table evaporated instantly. He stood up and said, "What's the matter?"
The disciples outside the door respectfully reported: "Elder Yin and Brother Luo are back."
Sikong Changfeng replied: "I see." He picked up the spear, opened the door and went downstairs.
Yin Luoxia and Luo Mingxuan stood there like this. Luo Mingxuan's expression was slightly disturbed. He still felt a little in awe of the three city lord who actually held the power of Xueyue City. He did not help him twice when he went out. Bringing the daughter back may lead to punishment. Yin Luoxia was still smiling, confident and confident.
Sikong Changfeng looked at Yin Luoxia and sighed, "You said you are going to Wushuang City to find out, but what can you find out?"
"They didn't do the Leijiapu thing." Yin Luoxia replied solemnly.
"Nonsense!" Sikong Changfeng scolded, "Did they do it, can't it be seen at a glance? Wushuang City does this unless its brain is broken."
Yin Luoxia sighed: "I don't know if I see it through, but we are in love for so many years."
"I have no affection with you. Song Yan returned with affection. It's a pity that he is an elm-headed man. He deserves swordsmanship for a lifetime and can't catch up with the cold clothes." Sikong Changfeng said grimly, "I didn't dare to see you?"
"See you." Yin Luoxia smiled.
Sikong Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood: "Then it should be over. Luo Mingxuan."
Luo Mingxuan's body was shocked: "Yes."
"What are you nervous about?" Sikong Changfeng frowned.
"The disciple is incompetent, did not bring Senior Sister Qian Luo back!" Luo Mingxuan said with his head down.
"It's fine if you don't bring it back." Sikong Changfeng shook his hand, "She has someone of her own to chase. I call you to persuade you to practice martial arts well, and don't cause trouble to your master in the future."
Luo Mingxuan blushed: "Do you see the three city lord?"
"You were not injured lightly. Your master healed you, and the true energy was also severely damaged. You all go to rest. I will prescribe two doses of medicine for you to take care of it." Sikong Changfeng said.
"Three City Lords!" Suddenly a disciple panted heavily while running.
"What's the matter?" Sikong Changfeng asked.
"Second City Lord, Second City Lord is back!" The disciple said hurriedly.
Sikong Changfeng looked happy: "Is it with a middle-aged scholar? Just come in, what else to report?"
"No, it's a monk. The Second City Lord seems to be in a coma, and that monk is standing at the gate of the city holding the Second City Lord."
"Monk?" Sikong Changfeng said in shock, "What kind of monk?"
"Very young, wearing a white monk robe, claiming to be from Hanshan Temple." The disciple replied.
Sikong Changfeng was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "How long has it been since then, dare you run back so soon?"