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Luo Xingyun hurriedly came out from the main altar of the cult, tore off the black cloak, changed into ordinary linen clothes, and rushed to the Yifan Inn. It was meal time, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going. He stood at the door After observing for a while, I soon found a rather familiar girl sitting in the inn and also looking around, as if waiting for someone.

"The person who wrote to me was Ah Ling?" Luo Xingyun frowned. He remembered that when Li Wanshu made any moves, this girl was the first to be sent out, so why did she stay and report?

Full of doubts, Luo Xingyun walked over, and Luo Xingyun sat down on the bench opposite the girl very naturally, and then knocked on the table.

Although Ah Ling covered half of her face, she could still see the surprise on her face. The girl looked at the face of the person in front of her and said softly: "...so it was you?"

Luo Xingyun was taken aback, remembering that he was still wearing that shameless face, this girl probably just thought he was the leader of that cult, so she asked directly: "What's wrong with your son?"

"My son?" Ah Ling blinked his eyes. This person is not someone who was placed in a cult, but he knows about the son. Who is he?

So she pursed her lips, showing a sense of alertness all over her body, and her expression turned serious: "Who are you?"

Luo Xingyun: "Didn't you ask someone to tell me about your young master?"

Ah Ling's face was very confused: "...to whom?"

Luo Xingyun realized that something was wrong, he calmed down and thought for a while, his expression changed, he seemed to remember something that surprised him, even the table under his palm was printed with a slightly sunken palm print by internal force.

Ah Ling saw him standing up all of a sudden, as if he was about to leave, but she heard a few words from this mouth and naturally wanted to find out, Luo Xingyun's reaction also made her feel uneasy, so at the moment the man was about to leave, He reached out and grabbed the man's arm: "Who the hell are you?! How much do you know about the young master?!"

The person held by her turned back slowly, but the expression on his face made her heart skip a beat.

The face of this foreigner was already full of hostility, but at this time the three-dimensional facial features were filled with a kind of coldness that repulsed people thousands of miles away, and the light-colored eyes were full of complexities that Ah Ling could not understand.

"You tell Li Wanshu," the man paused, as if hesitating and struggling for something, and finally pressed the hand that was holding him, and said in a low and clear voice, "Forgive me for being dull, I can't tell the difference anymore." Knowing which sentence he said is true and which sentence is false, this is a knot in my heart, and there is no cure, unless... I or he is dead."

Ah Ling stared blankly at the back of this person leaving, the tone and way of speaking of this person finally reminded her of a person.

"...Luo Xingyun?"

In the forbidden area, a few residual leaves fell to the ground with the wind, creating a peaceful place as always.

Li Wanshu didn't answer the man's question, but just waited for the man's face, and found that he didn't have the kind of irrepressible madness he thought, as if the turbulent waves were forcibly flattened by a powerful force majeure, and his killing intent had already disappeared. Carved into the bone.

"Do you regret the betrayal 20 years ago?" He paused every word, as if he was really preparing himself and Yeremi.

In fact, in the past three years, he had thought about saving this person's life, both for Ah Yun and himself, but the moment he saw Ah Yun, he made up his mind for some reason.

He wants this and this person to pay in blood.

"...20 years ago?" Yeremi frowned, "Are you a descendant of the Qing Dynasty?"

He seemed to be caught in the memory all of a sudden, and smiled at random, showing a bit of disdain: "Regret? How can I regret it? According to your Central Plains language, the world belongs to the heroes. Doesn't the emperor of Qingguo look at you?" Did you sit in that position because you were used to killing people and shedding blood? Didn’t you get it from the jungle?”

"Boy, you don't have to make excuses for yourself. If it is not my race, its heart must be different. Everyone in the world understands the truth. It is inevitable that I, a foreigner, betrayed the emperor of the Central Plains."

Li Wanshu closed his eyes, the black ink in his eyes seemed to overflow, he sighed softly, but his internal strength was already fluctuating.

He has always been selfish, he never lied to himself, no matter how many corpses were piled up under his father's dragon chair, and how many lives were killed, those two people saved him and gave him a chance to be reborn. Those two are everything to him.

"I don't know what the world is like, what's the truth." Li Wanshu took a step forward and walked steadily towards the other party step by step. The internal force in his body emanated a majestic aura strangely, and raged with his steps. Kailai, he said, "What was taken away, I will take it back one by one."

Yeremi immediately felt that this young man possessed martial arts that did not belong to him. He must have absorbed other people's internal energy by some method, but he could not fully integrate it, so there was a faint appearance of overflow.

"Do you know that you have gone mad? You seem to be drawn by the Gu in your body."

Li Wanshu didn't pay attention to his words, but his expression was fixed, and he stepped forward to meet him first.

This person ruined his family, and made him and Ah Yun become what they are now. He was so crazy that he still wanted to let this person go!

Of these two people, one is the younger generation with unfathomable skills, and the other is the experienced hero of the previous generation. Such a life-and-death battle is by no means easy to see the outcome.

Li Wanshu used his usual weapon, and Yeremi pulled out a large scimitar that he carried with him. Seeing its menacing approach, the latter only held the sharp edge of the broken bone fan with one side.

With a quick turn of the hand holding the fan, the unfolded fan blades all closed and counterattacked on the scimitar. Li Wanshu chose this as a weapon at the beginning because of its characteristics of both offense and defense, but Yeremi's scheming was not affected at all. This little influence, on the contrary, swung a big scimitar as nimbly as a rapier.

Li Wanshu's fan was as short as a dagger, and he used his brisk body to quickly approach him, and with a burst of internal strength, the Bone Broken Fan suddenly exposed six hair-thin steel needles on his head.

Yeremi blocked the folding fan but failed to block the steel needles. After being wiped, several thin bloodstains appeared on his arm.

However, he did not suffer a loss. Although he was injured a little bit, Li Wanshu's arm was also cut when he swung and slashed with the knife in his right hand.

"What a vicious weapon, cunning boy!" Yeremi sneered, stretched out two fingers and quickly pressed the acupuncture points on his arm, obviously discovering the poison contained in the thin needles of Li Wanshu.

Li Wanshu didn't respond at all, he stretched out his right hand and jumped forward with a single step. Between the impact of the blade and fan, the leaves flew up and the yellow sand rose up, and the setting sun was quietly hidden behind the mountain.

A folding fan was thrown up suddenly, blocking the light of the afterglow, and Yeremi swung his knife towards the folding bone fan that was attacking in the distance, but felt a breath behind him at some time, followed by a cold light .

Setsuna Yeremi channeled his inner strength into the freed hand, and caught the unexpected knife coming from behind with his bare hands!

"You're still too young!" Yeremi slapped Li Wanshu's left shoulder directly, and the latter staggered with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Li Wanshu's eyes seemed to be dyed by the blood-colored setting sun, and there was a touch of crazy red. He stared at the wrist that caught his blade and twisted and shook, and the blade suddenly broke and turned into two pieces.

He clenched the broken knife in his hand, ignoring the sharp pain coming from the tiger's mouth and the blood dripping non-stop, and stabbed the man's back fiercely with the remaining half of the knife!

Before half a cup of tea, Luo Xingyun was entangled by a group of people outside the forbidden area, and he recognized that these were Qi Yutang's assassins, so the permission of the hall master Wei Li must be indispensable for this matter.

But Wei Li's attitude was ambiguous, he just sent someone over to stop him, he didn't take any action himself, so Luo Xingyun only took a little effort to get rid of them.

As soon as he stepped into the forbidden area, he heard the sound of violent fighting not far away in both ears, and his mind went blank at the moment, but when he quickly approached the hut, he saw a black figure stabbing Yeri with a severed knife. Mi's back.

In an instant, countless fragments flooded his mind, all of which were the scene of his mother falling to the ground and staining his body with blood, the surroundings were covered in red, and even the clear moon in the sky was also splashed with shocking cinnabar.

He has watched his mother die before his eyes, and now his only blood relative will also be lost?Luo Xingyun, is he already so unforgivable?

Why? !

Luo Xingyun summoned the internal force in his hands, his eyes flushed with unwillingness and anger, he used up all his strength in this palm, and when he passed by the man in black, he had already raised his palm and dropped it with all his might imprinted on the man's chest.

The sound of the sharp blade piercing through the body was only a dull sound in the silent forest, and after this sound, the black-clothed figure was thrown out like a kite with a broken string until it hit the wall of the hut.

At the same time, something seemed to have received momentum and flew out of the black figure, drew an arc in mid-air, and then landed and collided with the stone-paved road, making a crisp cracking sound.

Luo Xingyun supported Yeremi, who was lying on the ground, already sluggish, with one hand, and pressed the man's wound helplessly, even though he already knew that the knife pierced into the left side of the heart, even a genius doctor would be useless.

"...Father?" He murmured involuntarily, just like the half-grown child who knelt beside his mother that night and could do nothing.

Yeremi half-opened his eyes, looking at this son whom he had only known for a while, his breathing became shallower each time, the face of the child in front of him gradually turned into the figure he had never forgotten, in the desert where the sky and the earth meet, that A woman with a beautiful smile.

Luo Xingyun lowered his head slightly, and suddenly his eyes were attracted by something reflecting the setting sun under his feet. He picked it up and put it in his palm, only to find that it was a fragment of a crystal clear jade pendant.

He recognized the pattern of this jade, because he once held something with the same pattern in his palm and stroked it repeatedly.

... Li Wanshu?

Luo Xingyun looked at the unsuspecting person who was seriously injured by his palm just now, and the meridians all over his body may have been cut off. At this moment, the person was lying on the ground, showing a face he was very familiar with.

Li Wanshu spit out a big mouthful of blood, and spread it on the ground quietly, but opened his eyes and looked at Luo Xingyun, he could feel that the meridians all over his body were cut off, and it was only a matter of time before he died.

With so little time left, he didn't need to do anything else, the person he wanted to see was already standing by his side.

...Ayun, how did he see it?

Li Wanshu tried his best to pull out a smile for him, but the suffocating feeling of approaching death became stronger and stronger, and in the end he just pulled out a strange face that was uglier than crying.

Luo Xingyun's complexion was paler than that of a dying man, his red eyes were full of shock, his light-colored pupils shrank suddenly, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't make a sound.

Li Wanshu looked at this figure who had attracted all his eyes and attention from the moment they met, half kneeling on the ground, the cool evening breeze swept by, quietly curling up the man's temple hair and the corner of his clothes, and what fell was a drop The crystal that absorbed the last ray of light from the setting sun.

Li Wanshu felt that he wanted to be firmly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain overwhelmed all the injuries on his body.

He kept Luo Xingyun in the dark, and arranged everything from the very beginning. He once said to Ah Yun very seriously that he was willing to die to apologize. That was the truth, and it was the only thing he could fulfill for Ah Yun a promise.

This 20-year hatred has already penetrated into his heart, even if he knew that he would disappear with this hatred, he would use ruthless hands to pull out the roots of hatred.

It's just... the original promise to take Ayun to travel all over the world is bound to break his promise.

The smile of that person in the capital city in the early spring, that tree of flowers, that round of bright moon, that melodious sound of flute, I can never go back.

With the last of his strength, Li Wanshu tightly held the piece of jade pendant closest to him in his palm, and let the sharp point cut his palm.

If there is an afterlife...afterlife...

Ah Yun would probably hate to have to meet me...

Bright red blood slowly oozes from the palm, dazzling like the setting sun.

The author has something to say: Well...one of the protagonists of the short chapter died

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