Out of Yuanmen

Li Jing sat outside the practice room, holding his hand warmer.It's clearly not yet autumn, but a layer of frost has formed between his brows and eyes.He covered his mouth with the wide sleeve of his robe, coughed a few times, his whole face was full of dead air.

A maple leaf swirls and falls in his hair.

He fell asleep for a moment.In an instant, he had a dream, in which there were bright clothes and angry horses, young heroes, delicious food and wine... He shivered from the cold, and completely forgot all the content of the dream.

He wanted to see Jiang Che as soon as possible, because he still had a lot to say in the future.Like the future of the Chongxiao League, what should Wulin do next, where are the tokens of the Chongxiao League, and how are the main halls arranged...

Counting each item in detail, none of them are related to personal affairs.After thinking about it, for so many years, Li Jing has really made himself a role model of hard work.Obviously, when he was young next year, he would still be jealous because of Fenghua Xueyue's rivalry with Jiang Che, but in his old hands, he only caught Chongxiaomeng.

Back then, Jiang Che reached out to him to build a sect that could benefit the world's martial arts, but he obviously refused.It's a pity that he lost the bet with that stinky boy, and in the end he had no choice but to bite the bullet and do bullshit for the Chongxiao League, and even got caught in this cold poison in order to save someone.But if he was given another chance to start over, he might still agree to Jiang Che, a lunatic.

The Chongxiao League has saved so many lives and maintained order for so long. In terms of merit alone, building a longevity monument is enough.As the vice-leader, Li Jing felt that he was not at a loss in this life.

It's just that he's getting more and more sleepy.

Fortunately, before he passed out, the door of the practice room opened slowly, and a figure as tall as an iron tower stood in front of him.Li Jing tried his best to raise his eyelids, and smiled at the person in front of him, which wasn't really a smile: "Are you here?"

"Ah."

Obviously there are so many unfinished things that haven't been said yet, but Li Jing doesn't want to talk about it anymore.He raised his hand, and the other party took his hand and knelt down slowly.

Li Jing coughed a few times: "Your surname is Jiang, in exchange for a bet, the young master has been your cow and horse for so many years, and you have made a lot of money."

"Ah."

Li Jing knew that the man in front of him had always had such a tough temper, so he didn't feel annoyed, he just smiled: "Everyone who should be in the game is in the game, you have to treat my Chongxiao League well."

"Ah."

"The thing I am most worried about is you. You madman, full of benevolence and love, don't throw yourself into the mud of the rivers and lakes, it's not worth it. Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Yuling and Follow your disciples to think."

"Will not."

After a long time, Li Jing said slowly: "I'm leaving."

"Long fish...I'm sorry for you."

Li Jing waved his hand, interrupted his words, and said with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense. I won't live long, it's not that I won't live."

In the smile on his face, Jiang Che found the shadow of the arrogant young master of the Li family who whipped him when they met back then.He clenched Li Jing's hand, as if looking for words.This middle-aged man, who was not good at words all his life, held back for a long time before he could say a complete sentence: "It has been so hard for so many years. It is a blessing for the martial arts world to have you in Chongxiao League. Changyu, you are my Zhong Ziqi."

Li Jing smiled: "Forget it, you bastard said something human."

Jiang Che sighed, "Go ahead."

"I want to go home, offer incense sticks to my parents, and then open a small inn to be the shopkeeper. Hey, do you think Yunniang will blame me?"

Jiang Che never lied, so he was silent.Li Jing said to himself: "That's right, that's right... Blame me, that's all."

As if he had unloaded his burden, he showed a sincere smile, and repeated what he said before: "Jiang, I'm leaving. Our world is about to pass, if you hold on, I'll leave first La."

"Go."

Li Jing coughed up a mouthful of blood, eyes full of bitterness: "I don't want to go...I don't want to go..."

He told Liao Yuling that the mountain is also him, and the water is also him.

But when the time came, he thought he could be open-minded, but he really didn't want to leave.

Li Jing, the think tank of Chongxiao League, let out a wail.Jiang stood up and gave him a hug: "Long Yu, don't worry."

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When the martial arts situation was turbulent, the deputy leader's farewell to the Chongxiao League did not seem to be a big splash.After the knights in the inn and tavern had finished talking about the demon Xie Changya, they would casually mention that Li Changyu was a very talented person back then, but it was a pity that he became a running dog of the Chongxiao League and wasted years for nothing.

Then they put this topic aside, and began to talk about another matter with enthusiasm and anxiety - the return of the real Huanglong who was suspected to be beheaded by the Yaoshan sword woman back then.The old man was also blind and limped, he bumped up Yaoshan with a cane, and then sent a concise letter of challenge to Xie Changya, the big devil who slaughtered Yaoshan's entire family: Come and die quickly.

These four characters are crazy.The demon Xie Changya just killed No. [-] in the world, and he is already a well-deserved uncrowned king. This crazy old man is just a traitor who was kicked out of the mountain gate. It's really a big tone.

While ridiculing Huang Baichuan's arrogance, the people in the martial arts suppressed their secret excitement and eager blood.Who would have thought that there would be someone in this martial arts world who would dare to issue such a letter of war to the big devil, what a joy!As an abandoned disciple, he ran to avenge the sect, no matter what the outcome, Huang Baichuan was worthy of the word "heroic".

They raced to and fro, and the rumors of this battle became more and more outrageous among the people.The so-called Huanglongjian Daoist came to the west with a sword, holding a vajra glaring face, and fought with the big devil for hundreds of moves.

However, the real situation was far from it. Master Huang Longjian just sat there, waiting for Xie Changya to walk up Yaoshan step by step.Xie Changya was dressed in black, still holding an umbrella, and walked up unhurriedly, like a tourist on an outing.However, he blindfolded one eye with a black cloth, his expression was cold and murderous.

Daoist Huang Longjian sat cross-legged on the bluestone bricks, his hands gently stroking the blood-stained floor tiles, his messy hair and beard covered his expression.

Hearing Xie Changya's footsteps, he hiccupped: "Little bastard, you really dare to come."

Leaning on a wooden stick, he stood up tremblingly. The wind blew away the beard on his face, revealing a malicious smile.

Xie Changya snorted coldly: "However, the barking of a bereaved dog is far from angering this deity."

Daoist Huang Longjian hiccupped again, and said slowly: "Old man, I have no interest in this bullshit martial arts. It's up to you to do whatever you like. You can kill, set fire, rape and plunder as you please. You are willing to be the emperor, old man." I don't care about you either."

Hearing those four words, Xie Changya's ears moved slightly, and Master Huang Longjian continued as if talking to himself: "But why did you kill my apprentice?"

"She blocked my way." Xie Changya stood there with his arms folded, motionless.

Daoist Huang Longjian laughed, and the next moment his eyes were about to burst, he cursed: "I fuck my ancestors!"

The moment this vulgar word landed, both of them moved.This move looked like it was going fast, but it was actually slow enough for the two parties involved.Master Huang Longjian's movements were slow, but that shocking sword thrust out repeatedly, opening a big hole in Xie Changya's heart.And Xie Changya's knife also sliced ​​across the abdomen of Master Huang Longjian, spattering a spray of blood.If there were other people watching, but only a flash of red shadow could be seen, the real Huanglongjian would fall to the ground.

Xie Changya staggered and landed on the ground, then fell to the ground with a plop, covering his heart.Smelly blood gushed out of his mouth, but Xie Changya showed a ferocious smile on his face: "I was wrong...you are more capable than that old godmother."

Master Huang Longjian sat up with his last breath, and after hearing what Xie Changya said, there was nothing he didn't understand.His eyes were empty, looking forward: "It's me... a poor chess... a move..."

Immediately afterwards, he fell on his back, and the blood under his body stained the floor tiles red, as if it had mixed with the dried blood of the sword woman.

He was blinded by crying for Fuzhu, and then he understood what the sword in the heart is.It's a pity that he realized the trick that he had worked so hard to stick to back then, but he missed that Xie Changya's heart was different from ordinary people, it grew on the other side.

There are many things he regrets in his life.The first regret is that I had too much desire to win and lose in my heart back then, so I broke up with Fuzhu.The second regret is that I failed to recognize my own mind and missed the marriage.The third regret is that he did not teach well, causing the unnamed disciple to die in battle.I didn't expect that before the person died, there would be another one.

He felt blood gurgling from the side of his waist.He thought a lot, and in the end he just sighed: "Bastard, I can't... kill you today, someone else will take it."

After all, the era that belonged to him and Jianfu has passed. They are like lingering ghosts, shrouding the rivers and lakes... Now it is time for them to return to their respective places.Fortunately, his sword has been passed down, and he no longer has any regrets.

Xie Changya covered his heart, and after hearing this, he burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke, causing pain in the wound on his body: "I am waiting!"

Huang Baichuan closed his eyes, and said weakly: "Good words... hard to persuade... damn... ghost."

Xie Changya is so good at listening.Even though Huang Baichuan's voice was weak, these words still caught his ears verbatim.He let out a sneer from his nose, but he didn't know who he was laughing at.

Master Huang Longjian saw the spring flowers by the river, the young man who put flowers on the girl's temples.The scattered flowers gradually became attractive to the eyes, but the young swordsman only picked that one.

He stared at them from a distance for a long time, smiled, then turned and left.

He was going to find his own flower.

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