The sorrow and joy of the world

Suddenly, March has passed, the situation in the martial arts world is changing, and the period of open and secret struggles is already in a white-hot stage.

Luo Qiufeng made public Shang Wanchu's crimes to the world, and Shang Wanchu frantically destroyed the evidence, and still maintained his crumbling prestige, but he could no longer maintain the hearts of the people who were not cohesive, because those people The piles of evidence, one piece after another, are all terribly clear.

Dogs will jump over walls when they are in a hurry, and Shang Wanchu was chased and bitten so hard by Luo Qiufeng, so he would naturally take measures to resist.

No, after three days, in the field of Cangwu, one battle will determine survival.

All the people are either excited or looking forward to the greatest battle in a century. If someone can perform for them, why not do it?

"The battle in Cangwu Field is inevitable. I don't know how many heroes will die by then." Mu Bi sighed to himself.

Lin Kongzhi sighed and did not answer.

Don't think about it, you naturally know that there are countless.

On the first day of the Battle of Cangwu, Wen Yi led a large number of congregants to besiege Congji Pavilion. It was like entering a land without people. An Angelica Sword was like a peerless magic weapon, killing people invisible. Surrounded by dancing Yunshang flowers, he stands with a sword in his hand, and he is a peerless beauty, unmatched by anyone.

It is said that none of the elders in the Congji Pavilion was spared, including the disciples there. Congji Peak was soaked in blood, and a rare blood rain fell.

Wen Yi, on the other hand, protected the only Bingdi Yunshang on the Liren Cliff under the pattering rain of blood. He took his wide sleeves and carefully protected the flower in his arms. , the tenderness in the eyes that no one can see through.

Then she turned to the two Qing Weiran and Xiao Muqing who were already scarred but still had one life left: "I'll let you go, and I won't show up again in the future."

Before the words were finished, Wen Yi walked into the bamboo door with Hua Hua in his arms, opened it gently, and closed it again gently, as if someone was sleeping soundly inside and couldn't bear to wake him up.

On the second day of the Battle of Cangwu, Zuo Hufa led the congregation to the left to besiege the Bai family in Yaobi Mountain, but was blocked by the young owner of Qimen Village.

It is said that the owner of the young village was so skilled in martial arts that he stabbed Zuo Hufa to death with a single knife, and he was also kind-hearted, so he specially erected a monument for him in his own village. He is really a good young man...

Ying Moli's eyes turned red with his incomprehension and resentment towards this world. The boy who was so kind that he couldn't bear to hurt even a hair of his head no longer exists. What's left is this murderous lunatic in front of him.

In the end, Xu Yifeng's Xiu Lan pierced Ying Moli's heart fiercely amidst the gorgeous blood flowers. Ying Moli did not retreat but advanced. Trembling and dripping blood, the madness fell to the ground.

Xu Yifeng looked at Ying Moli's slow progress in disbelief, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble: "Why..."

Ying Moli held Xu Yifeng's hand tightly, his mouth was full of blood, and he said vaguely: "Finally let you beat me once, are you happy?"

Xu Yifeng panicked and covered his mouth and the wound on his chest, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but he couldn't do it, he could only watch the blood flow all over his body, and then went to water him that cold land...

"I'm sorry, I don't want to do this...I just want to take you home...I'll take you home, okay..." Xu Yifeng didn't know when his face was covered with tears, and he opened and closed his mouth full of bitterness tears of...

Ying Moli struggled to take out Sifeng from his arms, and put it in Xu Yifeng's hand: "Can you give me a kiss..."

Xu Yifeng opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, but he didn't do anything...

Ying Moli smiled wryly: "Forget it... I'm already content..."

The person in his arms slowly lost his vitality, and he could even feel the coldness of life passing by little by little. Xu Yifeng just knelt and sat in the rain like that, hugging his corpse for a whole night...

The Sifeng in his hand seems to be still warm...

Ying Moli's last sentence in this world is such a thin sentence, I am satisfied...

But this world owes you too much, and I owe you too much, do you know...

Can you still hear...

On the third day of the battle of Cangwu, the duel between Luo Qiufeng and monk Wanchu.

There was no winner in this battle, but since that battle, no one has seen them again.

There are different opinions and discussions, but no final result can be discussed.

In fact, that day, Shang Wanchu committed suicide. Right in front of Luo Qiufeng, Ze Ling slashed his throat severely, and the burst blood splashed scarlet all over his eyes.

In fact, Luo Qiufeng was not missing, but crazy. He just went crazy in front of Shang Wanchu's body, slurring words that no one could understand, and crazily said that he wanted to avenge him, and then disheveled his hair Started crazily self-mutilating.

In the end, Wen Yi discovered him, and he strangled him to death abruptly, ending this painful and tangled life.

Later, Wen Yi went to the foot of Sumen Mountain, buried their bodies, and erected a monument with the words: Tombs of fools and lunatics.

No matter how much people pass by in later generations, they would never have thought that these two were once powerful figures in the world.

The crazy three days passed like that, and now the whole land is filled with a deadly and bleak atmosphere after the war.

There are also mottled marks left after the dried blood.

"Master Xu, it's really a tiger father without a dog and a dog. Your son is really outstanding, and he is so kind-hearted. He is not like our child. He is just an idiot. People who see the holy religion are scared away, haha Ha ha."

"Where is it, you have won the prize..."

"Where is your son?"

"He..." Master Xu sighed, "He's still in front of that stele."

The two walked over and stood behind Xu Yifeng.

Master Xu: "People are dead, it's useless for you to be sad, not to mention that you don't need to be sad for him at all. He has fallen into a cult, and he deserves to die."

"Then do you know why he fell into a cult?"

"Presumably, this person has a bad mind and an unstable position."

"You are wrong...you are all wrong..." Xu Yifeng shook his head blankly.

"Is there any other reason? You don't know how to treat Uncle Hai when he comes."

"It's okay."

"Speaking of which, the current situation has changed drastically. Brother Xu, who do you plan to rely on in the future?"

"This has not been decided yet, but I really didn't expect that Shang Wanchu would be such a stubborn person. I was blind back then."

"Actually, I've seen it for a long time. Shang Wanchu came from the Holy Cult before, and he killed the old leader of the Holy Cult. How can such a white-eyed wolf have a righteous heart..."

Xu Yifeng intuitively felt that his brain was about to explode. He held on to Sifeng tightly, trying to let his mind empty and block out the words of those ridiculous people around him. He recalled the time when he was with Xiaoion in the past. Playing around for a while, but he really felt happy. As for why he beat him on the head violently in the brothel, as for why he would be so angry when he spurned Long Yangzhi, and as for him Why did he call the hidden weapon I gave him Sifeng...

Si Feng Si Feng, because my name contains the word Feng...

Why didn't I think of this sooner?

Why don't you understand and tell me?Don't you know that I'm stupid, stupid, never understand love...

Why are you……

But why did he take the hidden weapon so seriously, but why didn't he feel uncomfortable when he held his hand pretending to be a bride?But why did I personally touch the culinary art that he swore he would never touch to death when he was angry...

It turns out that I have already fallen into the mud, but I don't know that I am already in the quagmire, and it is difficult to extricate myself.

Xiao ion, I owe you this love, I don't know if I still have time?

"Xu Yifeng!!"

The stele was forcibly knocked out with a crack, Xu Yifeng's body collapsed under the stele, and he was still holding those Sifengs tightly in his hand...

I told you, your name will definitely come true...

This time, I won't let you endure the pain of separation...

Lin Kongzhi hadn't used the spiritual power seeds he put in Wen Yi's small painting corner for a long time, but now that all the dust had settled, he sensed it with extreme caution.

There is a small spiritual power mirror suspended in the palm, inside is that face that is already familiar and unfamiliar, why...it has become like this...

The unreasonable distress in his heart was about to overwhelm him...

Wen Yi in the mirror was still holding the pot of flowers in his arms, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed...

"Yo, can't help but look at your little lover?"

Lin Kongzhi was taken aback, and quickly took back the spirit mirror.

"How can..."

Mu Bi glanced at his duplicitous apprentice with a look that had already seen through everything, and did not come to argue, but changed to another topic: "Shang Wanchu Luo Qiufeng is dead, the Zuo Hufa and Qimen The young owner of the village is also dead, it's strange to say that the young owner killed himself, and died in front of the monument of the left protector, tell me, what kind of enmity is this, what kind of resentment?"

Lin Kongzhi's drooping eyelashes trembled violently, but then he regained his composure: "There is no enmity or resentment, it's just that they made what they thought was the right choice."

"You'll see it better."

"Master, how many years can I live?"

"It's a miracle that you survived for three years, but miracles are very rare. It has already happened to you once, so don't think it might happen again."

"I know."

"What? Want to go find your little lover?"

"No, I want to do what I want to do..."

"Actually...although that kid was lucky enough to fuse with the Nether Blood Stone, he couldn't live for long at all. You can see that his face is pale and his veins are protruding. He obviously looks like he is about to die. Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity to have a good time with him? How about staying together for a while longer? Do you know how difficult it is to have a true heart in this world?"

"Since it's love, I hope he will give me freedom. What I want in my life is not to seek a person with one heart and never leave my head, but to be alone in the world and live a happy life."

"Stinky brat, you know all about the infatuation of ruining others!"

"I believe that he understands me. Don't you think he didn't look for me again recently?"

"That's because he changed his method and was waiting for you."

"That's enough. I don't expect much time to spend with him, because I know that he won't leave... In contrast, he also knows that I won't leave either..."

Mubi shook his head: "I don't understand, I don't understand."

Lin Kongzhi smiled, then opened a paper umbrella, and slowly left this secluded valley.

The first half of my life was bound by many trivial matters and commitments, and now I can finally live my own life.

Whether I am empty promises to you, or sincerely, I hope, I can find the answer during this journey...

With Wen Yi's current skill, he could naturally perceive the flashing fluctuation of spiritual power, but he didn't make any reaction. Instead, he still hugged the flower calmly with his eyes closed.

I will wait for you, little master, I will wait for your return...

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