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After some words, Master Kong was speechless.

"But..." The girl changed her words and smiled gently: "It's not anyone's fault."

Master Liaokong asked, "How do you say this?"

Chong Ai took a light sip of his tea and said, "The weak and the strong eat the best in the rivers and lakes. Killing or being killed is just the survival of the able."

It's not the world that's wrong, it's greedy human nature.

Master Liaokong sighed.

The girl is crazy, but what she said is not unreasonable.

"Thank you for the tea, Master."

Chong Ai stood up, poured another cup full of tea, picked it up and poured it on the ground.

After doing this, she turned around and walked to the door, pushed it open, and walked out.

lean less.

"The sunset is infinitely good, but it's only near dusk." She sighed, looked ahead and said, "Scholar, it's time to go."

Rong Shaoqing walked out of the room, the candles in the room had been extinguished, leaving only darkness.

Just got off the empty cicada mountain.

Suddenly, the sound of a bell came from the mist-shrouded green hills.

Chong Ai's eyes dimmed slightly and said, "Scholar, it's time for us to go to the Wulin League."

"Yes, Master."

……

……

There have been two major events in martial arts recently.

[-]. The great good man has died, and Master Kong has died.

Second, the martial arts conference was held again.

And the purpose of holding the martial arts conference this time——

The leader of the alliance, Cheng Tianheng, wants to elect a new leader of the martial arts alliance and lead the martial arts masters to destroy the cult.

The so-called heresy.

That is, a sect of two people.

One woman and one man, one teacher and one apprentice, both of them have peerless looks and superb martial arts.

but,

Jianghu rumors that Master Kong was killed by a cult.

No matter how beautiful they are, whether their martial arts skills are high or not, everyone must work together to kill them.

This is called: Doing the Way for Heaven.

It has been two months since the last time Yunwu Mountain Villa held a martial arts conference.

Los Angeles.

The number of knights from all over the world is famous, and the largest chain hotel, Yuelai Inn, is full of people.

The night is cold as water.

A crooked crescent moon hangs high in the sky, casting silver brilliance on the world.

The living room was full of people.

"You said that the young master and the jade-faced scholar would come?"

"It's not clear. The martial arts masters have come to Luocheng. If the young master and the jade-faced scholar appear, they will become turtles in the urn."

"Damn it!" One person slapped the table and said, "As soon as the cult people appeared, I would chop them up, and even kill a good person like Master Kong, and I'm mad..."

"..."

"Tomorrow is the martial arts conference." The girl held a small wine bottle in her hand, drank wine under the moon, and asked, "Scholar, are you afraid?"

The man wore a crescent-white robe and held a white jade flute in his hand, and said, "Don't be afraid."

With her by his side, he would go even in Shura Hell.

Chong Ai smiled, looking at the bright crescent moon, the task progress bar has reached 90.00%.

The task can be completed soon and left from this world.

"Master, I want to play a tune for you." Rong Shaoqing said in a low voice.

His perfectly-line profiled face is unusually handsome under the moon, perhaps shrouded in a layer of moonlight, as if the usual coldness has been removed, and it is as gentle as jade like a graceful youth.

"Blow it." Chong Ai said happily.

Rong Shaoqing held the white jade flute to his lips in a definite hand, and the melodious tune flew out of Xiao, which was deeply lingering, like a grudge and admiration.

The noisy living room gradually quieted down.

"Who's playing the tune?"

"I know what song it is, it's Feng Qiuhuang!" The disciple of the Yin Gong sect exclaimed.

"...

Feng Xi Feng Xi returned to her hometown,

Travel around the world to seek its phoenix.

......"

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Note: "Feng Qiuhuang" - Sima Xiangru