After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

It's a very weird feeling.

That man named Bu Jinghong seemed to cast a hold on his body.

But this is obviously impossible.

The only reason is his name!
And his look!

The eyes of the six Bajimen masters were not on Ximen Chuhua's back at the moment.

They all looked at the man in the pavilion in the southeast corner.

Not just the six of them, but also the eight under the pavilion in another corner.

They also seem to be frozen by that name at the moment.

The chopsticks in someone's hand stopped in the air with the vegetables in their hands.

Someone is holding a wine bowl in his hand, and the wine bowl has been brought to the mouth, even the mouth has been opened, the wine bowl has been tilted, and the wine has spilled out and not drunk into the mouth.

Even Qin Rigang and his wife looked at the gazebo in shock.

Li Chenan also looked at the gazebo.

Under the light of the lantern, a man in his thirties was slowly putting the bamboo hat in his hand on his head again.

What Li Chenan saw was a sharp-edged face.

That face looked extremely resolute, but the eyes on that face were extremely soft.

Or not soft, but lazy.

This lazy look is somewhat similar to that of Xiao Baozi.

When the bamboo hat was completely on his head, his face was covered under the brim of the hat again.

He seemed to have glanced at the girl named Ximen Chuihua, then he picked up the jug on the table and poured a glass of wine.

He picked up the small wine glass and took a small sip.

It seems reluctant.

It seems that he has never drank good wine, and this is a very ordinary drunk with a tasting style.

Ximen Chuhua took a deep breath, her chest heaving.

Her gaze was still on Bu Jinghong.

Still not paying attention to the six weapons that were about to kill her behind her, she walked towards the gazebo.

The six masters of Bajimen still didn't make the final blow.

Three breaths.

They all put away their weapons.

But they didn't retreat.

They also looked at the man in the gazebo, with extremely serious expressions, or he was hesitant.

"You...why bother to find me?"

These words came out of Bu Jinghong's mouth.

The voice softened, but revealed a trace of helplessness.

He took a piece of beef and chewed it carefully in his mouth. His eyes did not fall on Ximen Chuihua's face, but he was still talking:
"I'm just a prodigal."

"The prodigal son has only a sword, but no home."

"The home of the prodigal son is at the end of the world."

"I can't give you a home... because I'm always on the road, and I won't stop because of a woman in my life."

"Martial arts is my way."

"The road is facing the sky, let's go each side, okay?"

When he finished speaking, Ximen Chuihua just walked to the gazebo and stood in front of him.

She stopped.

Suddenly smiled.

The taste in this smile is a bit bitter and unwilling:
"I never cared if you would stay for me."

"I never thought that you could stop and build me a nest and a home."

"Since your home is at the end of the world, I will accompany you to the end of the world, okay?"

Bu Jinghong pondered for three breaths and shook his head: "Not good!"

Ximen Chuhuaxiu frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Because I'm going to Ningguo."

"I will accompany you to Ningguo!"

"I'm going to Guangling City in Ningguo, and to the Peach Blossom Island related to the Yinmen!"

Ximen Chuhua was startled immediately, but still said stubbornly: "I'll accompany you too!"

Bu Jinghong took another sip from the wine glass, and sighed leisurely: "You are by my side, it will affect the speed of my sword drawing."

Ximen Chuhua pouted, "But if you drink alcohol, it will affect your speed of drawing your sword even more!"

Bu Jinghong looked at the small wine glass in his hand, "So I only drink a little, just tonight, and I will never take a sip of wine again."

"Why is that?"

"because……"

Bu Jinghong raised his head.

Li Chen'an saw his sharp face again, and the gleam of light from his originally soft eyes.

Another person walked into the patio.

three people!
The two on the left and right were wearing black brocade clothes, with a black machete on their waists.

Their hands are all on the handle of the knife at this moment.

But what Bu Jinghong looked at was not these two people, but the one in the middle.

It was a white-haired old man in a loose robe.

This old man is very rich.

He had a chubby face, flushed all over his face.

But no beard.

None.

He also looked at Bu Jinghong in the gazebo, with a smile on his face, he walked towards Bu Jinghong.

Just when he was still three feet away from Bu Jinghong, eight Sifanghui masters in another pavilion stood up.

took up their arms.

Came behind the old man.

The other six Baji Gate masters seem to have a backbone at this moment, and they also followed behind the old man.

Ximen Chuihua turned her head to look, suddenly startled——

"Eunuch Wei?!"

The old man laughed, "It's Miscellaneous."

"Miss Ximen should know that Bu Jinghong is a criminal committed by the imperial court. He has done such a great thing in the capital, and the emperor personally issued a decree to order the miscellaneous family to come and arrest him."

"Xianjian Tower shouldn't be involved in it... Girl Ximen, you should stand a little farther away."

"In addition, Bu Jinghong is indeed a prodigal son, but he intends to go to Ningguo to find some kind of Peach Blossom Island... It's just that he intends to seek refuge in Peach Blossom Island because there is no other place in Wu Country."

Ximen Chuhua seems to be caught in a dilemma.

Just when she was hesitating, Bu Jinghong stood up, took a step, and passed Ximen Chuhua, only two zhang away from Eunuch Wei.

"It has nothing to do with her."

"It has nothing to do with the Sword Cleansing Tower."

"But does Eunuch Wei know why I'm here?"

Eunuch Wei looked at Bu Jinghong, "Could it be that you knew that the miscellaneous family was coming, and you deliberately waited here for the miscellaneous family?"

"you're right!"

Bu Jinghong nodded, and said again: "You are a half-step grand master, and I am also a low-level master. It sounds like you are indeed much worse than you, but in Dongxu City, Marquis Che Jue of Wu'an who was killed by Bu Jinghong...he is also a half-step grand master!"

Eunuch Wei raised his sparse eyebrows slightly, "Yes! You are indeed very powerful."

"It's so powerful that even Chu Tian Ji Chu thought that you might have seen the door of the Grand Master earlier than Miss Xia Hua from Tianyin Pavilion."

"Prince Chu admired you very much, but you killed Marquis Che Jue of Wu'an!"

"Marquis Wu'an, you are such a great man! Can you, a prodigal son, kill him?"

"No one can save you!"

"After the great priest of Chu heard about this incident, he just poured a bowl of wine."

"I didn't drink it, I spilled it on the ground."

"To pay homage to you, of course I also feel sorry for you."

"In order to kill you, Zajia didn't come alone. Let alone the people behind you, these two are black-clothed envoys from Jishufang, and they are both middle-level first-level skills. Do you think you can still survive?"

"If you really ran away to Ningguo...it would be a bit tricky to get your head, but you just didn't run away."

"Conceited people often don't live long."

"I've told you so much to make you understand."

"It's getting late, you're on your way!"

Eunuch Wei beckoned suddenly.

The moment he beckoned, the two black-clothed envoys on his left and right pulled out their knives with a sound of "Clang!".

Machete!

The knife is out of its sheath, and the light of the knife has arrived.

Like two full moons.

Cold moonlight.

It was as cold as frost.

Like the icy killing intent coming from the nether world, Bu Jinghong was enveloped in an instant! (end of this chapter)