This young master is very elegant and calm. In the entire imperial capital of Shenjing, there would have been many young masters with such magnanimity in the past, but now there are very few.
Because the situation is like this, even the princes and nobles are no better than ordinary people facing the current situation.
The other party was elegant and calm, and he randomly found a seat to sit down. But after a while, the other people on the table left automatically, because if they stayed, they would become a foil, which made everyone feel uncomfortable.
There are always a minority of unreasonable evil people. Relatively speaking, most people in this world have some degree of inferiority complex.
Most of the time it won¡¯t show, but when facing certain people or certain things, it will show up unconsciously.
Yan Chixia felt that this person was very special and reminded him of someone, the Li Zhichang he met at Lanruo Temple last time.
Li Zhichang is more elegant, more chic, and more fairy-like, but the difference between the two of them is that they are calm and calm.
That quality that nothing and no one can panic them is particularly memorable.
He and Li Zhichang only met briefly, and they didn¡¯t get to know each other in depth, but the impression they left was already profound enough.
Young Master Tsing Yi also gave him this unique impression.
He ordered a pot of water and two cups.
Drink tea.
Pour water.
Drink tea.
Pour water.
A simple action, the Young Master in Tsing Yi repeated many times during this afternoon. Guests in the restaurant came and went, but Yan Chixia and the Young Master in Tsing Yi did not leave.
The other party didn¡¯t order, but the bartender didn¡¯t push him.
The money given by the other party is enough to order all the dishes in this restaurant, and there is still more than enough.
Yan Chixia was not impatient, but full of curiosity, not knowing who the other party was waiting for.
When a person drinks tea, he will not drink two cups.
I don¡¯t know when, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps on the corridor.
In the noisy restaurant, the other party¡¯s steps are more rhythmic than the drum beat. Even more precise.
This extremely rhythmic pace always carries an indescribable and reassuring Taoist rhythm in today's season.
A person¡¯s steps can actually reflect many things.
For example, temperament.
People who walk in a hurry. Things are bound to be a little frizzy.
For a person who walks slowly, if the footstep is not penetrating, it means he is lazy; if the footstep is calm and undisciplined, it means he is thinking rigorously.
Of course these are very general concepts. Effective for most people.
But Yan Chixia has never heard the sound of a person's footsteps so special, not fast, not slow, and as precise as the hour hand on a chime clock coming from overseas.
As a powerful swordsman, he can also make his steps very precise, but he cannot integrate them into daily life, otherwise it will be too laborious.
The first thing Yan Chixia saw was a pair of eyes, which looked like knives and swords.
No one¡¯s eyes can be as ruthless, cold, and sharp as this man¡¯s.
His hand was placed on a sword. It was a completely black sword, and the only conspicuous place was the center of the sword. There is a red bead, a scarlet bead, as red as a drop of blood. It is more plain and has just the right amount of evil energy, but it does not make people feel evil.
The other person¡¯s skin was as smooth as satin, the curves of his face seemed to be carved, but his aura was very solid. As soon as he appeared at the top of the stairs, everyone¡¯s eyes were fixed on him.
Some people are like that. As soon as it appears, it is destined to attract everyone's attention.
This is the kind of person this person is.
He walked to the opposite side of Mr. Qingyi and sat down.
Every action can be divided into countless similar actions. Similar yet different, full of coherence.
He has long black hair with natural curls. Apart from his terrifying eyes, he is definitely a handsome man who can make most girls in the world fall in love with him. There is a faint aura of nobility between his eyebrows. Arrogant and refined, like a god.
Young Master Tsing Yi gently poured a glass of water. The water surface happened to be higher than the cup, but it did not overflow, forming a natural curved surface.
Yan Chixia was very surprised. She did not expect that the young master in Qingyi was so powerful. The precision he inadvertently revealed when pouring water reflected the natural reaction that had been tempered for thousands of times, and he naturally controlled all variables.
There is no trace of intentionality in the inadvertent action of Young Master Tsing Yi, which is extremely terrifying.
The visitor took the glass of water, and the water in the glass suddenly turned into a lifelike stream.The lifelike water dragon rushed out of the cup, bared its teeth and claws, and rushed in front of the young master in Tsing Yi. Finally, it suddenly turned around and returned to the cup.
It all happened so quickly that Yan Chixia almost didn¡¯t react.
In the flash of lightning, the two had a small confrontation.
The young master in green smiled lightly and said, "Hello, young master of the Seven Kills Demon Palace."
I don't take the things just now. In fact, from beginning to end, Tsing Yi's body is in a state of extremely relaxing, easy -going, indifferent, calm.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Yan Chixia discovered that the voice of the young master in Qingyi was very soft, without any impurities, clear, penetrating, and had a noble charm.
¡° Young Master Tsing Yi is a woman, Yan Chixia made a judgment.
He couldn¡¯t help but smile bitterly, because the young man in green was so special that he almost ignored the other person¡¯s physical characteristics.
Sitting across from the woman in green is Qiye, the young master of the Seven Kills Demon Palace, a tyrannical figure who is so powerful that even the sky thunder is helpless.
Even Li Zhichang would not deny that the other party was not worthy of being the young master of the Seven Kills Demon Palace.
Qiye is very indifferent to outsiders. Maybe it's not indifference, but he doesn't know how not to be indifferent. He has never tried to care about others, and he doesn't need to have this kind of emotion.
He has been trying to imitate that person.
That ferocious figure who is the number one in the world, the invincible tyrant.
Qiye said nothing.
He sensed the spiritual message released by the other party, so he came.
This kind of release of spiritual information is a signal for the strong, and the weak are not qualified to experience it.
Anyone who is struck by thunder for seven days and seven nights will never feel comfortable. Qiye is an exception. He has just been struck by thunder and doesn't feel anything is wrong. He is leaving the imperial capital. Li Zhichang must be killed, because this is He would never refuse that person's request, and no one could refuse, unless he wanted to be destroyed physically and mentally.
That person has only one way to treat anyone who dares to reject him, which is to make him completely disappear from the world forever.
But this did not prevent Qiye from being curious, because when a strong person at the same level as him released such a spiritual message, it meant that the other party was declaring his existence.
It is impossible for the weak to feel it.
For people of the same kind, there is often a tacit understanding between them that is difficult to express.
So he came, very naturally and suddenly.
The person waiting for the woman in green seems to be Qiye.
Qiye didn¡¯t reply and waited in silence. (To be continued.)