The sorrow and joy of the world

"Master, as far as we know, Mr. Kong Yin and his apprentices are all trapped in the undead tribe, and their life and death are unknown."

Luo Qiufeng pursed his lips: "Isn't it... is it so easy for him to fall in love?"

"Do you want to take action?"

Luo Qiufeng nodded: "You don't need to bring too many people, ten are enough."

"Yes."

In the deep and dark hall, the flickering candles were flickering, but they couldn't see through the rich darkness. Luo Qiufeng's pale face was half hidden in the dim halo of light, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, let alone his emotions. .

When Luo Qiufeng rushed to the undead tribe with ten people, it seemed that it was going to rain.

He found a tea shop not far away and sat down to shelter from the rain.

The ten dead soldiers stood beside him, each with a solemn expression, without any objection.

In a short while, black clouds spread all over, and there was a muffled thunder, and then the raindrops fell continuously in a series, splashing water splashes of different sizes in the puddles on the ground, as if playing a leisurely song. Xiaoqu, neither rush nor slow, orderly in severity.

Not far away, a quiet figure appeared.

The man was dressed in clean white clothes, stepping on the splash of water all over the ground, and came slowly, and only when he arrived at the tea shop did he put away the paper umbrella painted with ink and plum blossoms, showing a cold and indifferent face, like snow Feng Binglian, crystal clear and delicate, is so holy that people dare not and cannot bear to approach it.

Luo Qiufeng raised the teacup with one gesture: "Master Shang, don't come here without any harm."

Shang Wanchu placed the paper umbrella at the door and sat beside him: "Master Luo is very interested."

Silent for a while, Luo Qiufeng's eyes fell on the paper umbrella at the door. The paper umbrella was a little old, and the edge of the umbrella was a little yellow, but the cool and dark plum painted on it was still as beautiful as ever. familiar.

"This umbrella...do you still have it?"

Luo Qiufeng smiled faintly, but the emotion in the smile seemed a bit bitter.

"It has nothing to do with you." Shang Wanchu said indifferently, his tone was ice-cold.

"Okay..." Luo Qiufeng smiled wryly, "It has nothing to do with me, so your coming to this undead tribe today must have something to do with me, right?"

"You don't want to take this thing again, I advise you to stop."

Luo Qiufeng took a deep breath, obviously trying his best to restrain his emotions about to go berserk: "It's been so many years, you want to take revenge, shouldn't it be enough? I let you kill Wen Chongyue all over the house, you What else do you want?!"

"I'm going to kill all of you!" Shang Wanchu stood up suddenly, pointing at Luo Qiufeng's heart with cold fingertips, "Including you."

Luo Qiufeng looked at him, with tears in his eyes, he suddenly grabbed Shang Wanchu's wrist, and said fiercely, "Are you crazy..."

Shang Wanchu didn't pull out his wrist in a hurry, but laughed mockingly: "When you said you didn't love me, I was already crazy."

Luo Qiufeng slowly let go of his wrist, a moment of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he was confused.

"Tell me, where did the child that Wen Chongyue picked up go?"

Luo Qiufeng sneered: "It has nothing to do with you."

A silver light flashed, and the sword energy was overwhelming, cutting a deep mark on the wall abruptly.

Ze Ling stopped on Luo Qiufeng's shoulder: "Will you tell me?"

Luo Qiufeng clamped the blade of the sword with two fingers and moved it to the side: "If you don't say anything, what can you do?"

Ze Ling moved forward again, Luo Qiufeng made a quick gesture, and his ten dead men understood, turned their heads and scattered in all directions. The target was obviously the mountain peak in the undead tribe, destroying mountains and taking stones .

Shang Wanchu was anxious and wanted to leave, but Luo Qiufeng didn't give him this chance, Chi Chen's blood shadow roared towards him, Shang Wanchu had no choice but to fight him.

The tea shop was devastated by the sword qi, and the two of them were wet by the rain, but their movements were not slow at all. The sword qi was as fast as a tiger, as fierce as a dragon, and as nimble as a snake. In a contest, one move, one style, one move is life and death, and the invisible is the victory or defeat.

The Futu Sword Immortal is still in the early stages of his life, but his reputation is in vain?Half of the sword is white, half is pure black, half is redemption, and the other half is killing. It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. His Zeling sword has built or destroyed many pagodas.

Luo Qiufeng is known as Phantom Ghost Fairy, all because of his superb body skills, his appearance is like a ghost, but he is unrestrained and unrestrained, unrestrained, he is both a ghost and a fairy.The blood-red scarlet dust is said to be the color that was soaked in blood after killing countless people, which makes people frightened.

The two were no match, and it was hard to tell the winner. Luo Qiufeng mainly wanted to stop him, so he didn't use his full strength. Shang Wanchu's target was not him, so he fought extremely urgently.

The sword energy split the heavy rain curtain, and when the weapons collided, sparks flew everywhere.

The dead fighters Luo Qiufeng cultivated were all ruthless, desireless and unintentional people. He was born to be the nemesis of the dream weaving ghost. He could only take action after Lin Kongzhi missed, because this matter was always in charge of the Wulin League. will not be welcomed.

A frightening movement came from the mountain peak, and Shang Wanchu was in a stalemate with him: "What are you doing with that thing?!"

Luo Qiufeng slanted the corner of his mouth: "Save your life."

As soon as Shang Wanchu saw that the overall situation was settled, she stopped entanglement, withdrew and put away her sword, took the paper umbrella by the door and opened it: "Don't let me see you again next time, otherwise, either you will die or I will live."

"I'll be there anytime."

Luo Qiufeng stretched out his hand to hold down the wound on the back of his hand. The wound was not deep, but it was so painful...

The Dream Weaver Ghost on the mountain peak fought endlessly with the ten dead men, but the Dream Weaver Ghost quickly lost the wind, and was strangled in the formation formed by their joint efforts, completely wiped out.

But the Helong Seal was nowhere to be found.

At this time, the youth's voice sounded again: "Monternet uses Helongxi as its carrier, and now the entire Mengwang is the incarnation of Helongxi, we need to use external force to break through."

The ten dead men looked up at the sky, only to see their leader hanging in mid-air, standing against the wind with red dust in his hand, his whole body exuded a terrifying dark red color, and the blood sword was absorbing the powerful aura of heaven and earth, Condensing the sword energy to the essence, the surrounding undercurrent and wind became more and more dense. When the sword was slashed, the air flow escaped in all directions, and the violent energy destroyed all the vegetation in a radius of a hundred miles.

Luo Qiufeng reluctantly withdrew the sword, Chi Chen would never return the sheath without seeing the blood, if he returned the sheath forcibly, he would hurt himself, there was no other way...

"Master!"

Luo Qiufeng barely stood up after all the dead soldiers helped him.

Helongxi slowly returned to its original shape, still a stone of unknown shape, and it slowly fell into Luo Qiufeng's palm.

The villagers in the undead tribe began to wake up slowly.

And the last remaining figure of the young man was burned away by Luo Qiufeng's red fireworks.

The young man looked at him gratefully, as if death was the most tolerant destination for him.

The lives of the undead people are endless, and they are only confined to a corner, how boring and sad.

"Little Master!" Wen Yi hurriedly lifted Lin Kongzhi who was lying unconscious beside him, checked his breath and pulse, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was fine.

The six people around him are also awake, but they still have that hangover headache, and they are still a little dazed.

Everyone's eyes seemed to have changed after this dream.

Naturally, Wen Yi didn't notice this, picked up Lin Kongzhi who was still awake, and left this place of right and wrong.

Luo Qiufeng looked at the changed Wen Yi, and couldn't help a playful smile on his lips.

Wen Yiruo said that she looked delicate and delicate like a girl when she was a child, but no one would say that now, the mature face contour, thin lips and cold eyes, thin chin, and picturesque eyebrows, like a distant mountain, soft and quiet Without losing the man's handsomeness and unruliness.

Especially the broad shoulders and vigorous figure, one can only sigh, he is really a peerless handsome man.

Wen Yi glanced at Luo Qiufeng, did not speak, but rushed to a nearby inn, and settled Lin Kongzhi.

The other six people all had their own concerns and went back to their rooms to rest.

Wen Yi touched Lin Kongzhi's forehead, and he didn't have a fever, nor did he have any abnormal signs, but why couldn't he wake up?

"Let me see." Luo Qiufeng miraculously appeared in the room where the door was originally closed, without making a sound.

Wen Yi drew his sword straight to Luo Qiufeng's throat without hesitation, with a forceful aura.

It was the first time that Luo Qiufeng felt afraid when someone pointed a sword at him. Although it was only subconscious for a moment, it still surprised him.

The Nether Blood Stone has not yet been fully unblocked, yet it has such a great ability. If it is completely unblocked, I don't know if there is anyone in this world who can restrain this kid.

Luo Qiufeng smiled: "Don't be nervous, I'm a friend, not an enemy, let alone I saved you, a good man will do his best, and I won't harm him."

Only then did Wen Yi withdraw his sword and step aside.

Luo Qiufeng sniffed his breath and felt his pulse as usual, and after a while, he finally concluded: "It's actually caught by a throbbing."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not the dream weaver ghost's passing, but his own dream that haunted him." Luo Qiufeng put one hand on Lin Kongzhi's forehead, gathering strength slightly, a red stream of light glowed in the palm of his hand.

In just an instant, Lin Kongzhi woke up.

He suddenly grabbed Luo Qiufeng's wrist and slammed it to one side.

Luo Qiufeng remained calm and stalemate with him, slowly pulled back, then grabbed Lin Kongzhi's wrist, and slowly placed it on his chest: "It's not good to treat your savior like this. "

Lin Kongzhi just looked at him indifferently, without making a sound.

"Mr. Kongyin, you owe me another favor. Don't use it to pay off the wine debt. I want you to help me with something later."

Lin Kongzhi looked at him for a long while before uttering a word: "Get lost."

Luo Qiufeng choked for a moment, but Lin Kongzhi had never treated anyone so coldly before, shouldn't he be honored?

Luo Qiufeng smiled and said, "I got the second Seal of the Dragon Seal, I wish you good luck."

Lin Kongzhi rolled up the quilt and turned his back to him, apparently ignoring him.

Luo Qiufeng was not annoyed, he brushed off his sleeves, and Shi Shiran left.

Wen Yi hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Kongzhi's mind is very confused now, and his whole body feels very irritable. The dead waters, ruthless flames, and that glaring scarlet sword in the dream are constantly tossing and circulating in his mind, which is about to drive him crazy. up.

Wen Yi saw his impatience, so he didn't make any noise, but took advantage of a little space beside the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Wen Yi woke up early and went downstairs to order some porridge from the shopkeeper.

Lin Kongzhi woke up in a daze. Although his mood was not so irritable, his mind was still chaotic, and he couldn't cheer up.

Wen Yi kissed him on the lips: "Are you awake? Would you like something to eat?"

Lin Kongzhi dodged subconsciously, and then got Wen Yi to help him get out of bed.

Lin Kongzhi knew that Wen Yi, who had been unblocked, was back again. Although he wasn't used to it, he still enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of.

Six people gathered around a table downstairs to eat, but a few people with extraordinary bearing broke in and knelt down to Jin Wuxun: "Kowtow to the young palace master! The palace master is injured, call the young palace master quickly!" Return to the palace to preside over the overall situation!"

The leader presented the white-tasseled long|spear with both hands, and the golden dragon was coiled on the long|spear, soaked in blood accumulated for decades, and the fierce killing spirit was irreplaceable. It was the status symbol of Hall Master Jin , It is also a peerless magic weapon that is frightened by foreign evil.

Everyone looked at Jin Wuxun one after another, only to see that Jin Wuxun was stunned, his face was a little ugly, but he quickly agreed: "Okay."

Those few people waited for Jin Wuxun at the door of the inn, standing upright, making everyone in the inn panic.

"I'll accompany you..." Bai Dian stood in front of Jin Wuxun.

Jin Wuxun's voice was still a little hoarse: "Stop making trouble, is fighting on the battlefield a joke?"

"You won't let me go with you, I'll follow you secretly, there's nothing you can do!" Bai Dian was so angry that his eyes were red, how did he know that things happened so suddenly, and he didn't give them a chance to prepare!

Jin Wuxun was about to be made to cry by him. There are probably not many people in the world who can just tell his plan to follow him secretly?

"Dian Dian." Jin Wuxun put his hands on Bai DianDian's shoulders and pressed down, "You will only distract me from the battlefield if you follow me, and will only increase my burden. If you stay in Congji My Excellency, I still have the motivation to come back, do you understand?"

Bai Dian was so anxious that he shed tears again: "I don't know!"

Jin Wuxun wiped the tears on his cheeks with his thumb: "Be obedient."

His heart is not suffering, but the world is impermanent, and many expected things will happen suddenly under unexpected circumstances. At that time, people have no choice but to deal with it.

He was worried about his safety, so why didn't he worry about his safety?

He was a carefree third young master, spoiled and pampered, how could he be willing to let him accompany him to the dusty battlefield and suffer?

Bai Dian knew it in his heart, but he just couldn't stop thinking about him: "Then wait a minute, I'll give you a few extra kang pancakes, and you can take them with you on the way."

Jin Wuxun looked at his eyes with infinite hope, and couldn't be cruel anymore, so he could only nod his head and say, "Okay."

Bai Dian got the permission, and immediately borrowed the small kitchen of the inn to start kang cakes.

Jin Wuxun watched from the side, Bai Dian was crying and making cakes, but he always felt that there was too little cooking, not enough for him to eat...

How to do……

On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and one day may be the day when life and death will be separated forever...

Thinking of this, Bai Dian cried even more fiercely.

Jin Wu searched for Bai Dian's waist, bowed his head and kissed it, one kiss, lingering to death, one desperately lingering, the other desperately pulling away, attacking and fighting, it's never enough, it's always too little...

Jin Wuxun pulled Bai Dian away with difficulty, took a stack of cakes that had already been wrapped in one hand, and picked up a white-tasseled spear in the other, and left without looking back. I can't bear to go anymore...

Bai Dian was already crying so hard, Shen Yuyi patted his head and lent him a shoulder for him to cry.

The mood of the others was not so brisk.

Palace Master Jin is also a peerless master who has entered the realm of transformation. This time, he was seriously injured and had to recall the young Palace Master. It can be seen that the war on the border has intensified to an unpredictable level.

Wen Yi watched the little master finish his meal slowly.

Lin Kongzhi sighed: "Don't look at me like that, it's awkward."

Wen Yi used to look at him as a fool, but now when Wen Yi looks at him again, his eyes are always full of affection, and Lin Kongzhi only thinks of goosebumps.

"Little master, I had a dream." Wen Yi smiled and said to Lin Kongzhi, the smile was unavoidably creepy.

"What?" Lin Kongzhi frowned slightly.

"I dreamed that I turned into a monster with neither human nor ghost. I dreamed that I was killing people. I killed many people. I also dreamed that I killed you." Wen Yi's smile looked a little ferocious at this moment. Terrified, he stared straight at Lin Kongzhi, showing no emotion.

Lin Kongzhi already guessed something in his heart, but he was still not sure: "So?"

"So..." Wen Yi's expression eased, he supported his head with one hand, and unconsciously stroked the table with the other, "Little Master, tell me who I am..."

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