Travel thousands of miles in my life

At the moment when Wei turned his head calmly, Yan Wuyi, who had been pressed down on the ground, suddenly jumped up, and his figure was erratic like a ghost, dodging the two ghost-faced killers around him, like an arrow being shot by a string. Quickly rushed towards Wei who was not far away.

His hand was like a blade, and the wind in his palm was as sharp as a knife, and the fragrance of the Udumbara flower immediately spread in an overwhelming manner.In a blink of an eye, everything around him seemed to have turned into nothingness. Yan Wuwu only felt that he was being controlled by boundless hatred, and his rationality left his body and stood watching from afar.He saw his eyes that turned red at some point, his forehead with bulging veins, and his clear palms that had long since lost their sense of Zen, and he silently shook his head.

Yan Wuxin's movements were so fast that before Wei Wei had time to react calmly, his palm had already hit the man's chest!Wei Congrong was caught off guard, and took a few steps back before he stabilized. After standing still, his face changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood while clutching the wounded place.

"Use your internal strength, the more you use, the faster you will die." He grinned, his white teeth were covered with scarlet blood: "Come on! Kill me."

After all, he opened his hands and opened his arms without any precautions.In the past, no matter what the situation, Yan Wuwu would never attack a defenseless person, but now he just paused for a moment, and once he came out, he rushed up again expressionlessly.

The roar of the waterfall is endless, and the huge sound is like a miraculous silence.Yan Wuwu's heart gradually calmed down, this palm accumulated most of his internal energy, life or death was bet on this palm.

At this critical moment——

I don't know who it was, and sighed.A light and heavy helpless words fell down.

"Hold on."

Another stone flew through the air and hit Yan Wuwu's wrist. His wrist went numb immediately, and he looked at that place vigilantly.I saw a person slowly coming out of the shadow there, it was a man with noble features and gloomy temperament, judging from his face, he was no more than 30 years old.

He was holding a wine jar in his hand, his face was still blushing after being drunk, his walking was erratic, and he limped over with his body crooked.The man glanced at Yan Wuxin, who was in a state of madness, snorted, and shook his head again.He raised his eyes, and asked vaguely and flatly: "This stele...who made it...?"

"My lord." Wei raised his chin calmly: "What advice do you have?"

"It's you." The man squinted his eyes and glanced at him, as if trying to distinguish: "Then I won't be polite."

He slowly pulled out a dagger that was only a little over three feet from his back, and then walked forward step by step with the sword.Yan Wuxin has calmed down since he appeared, forcibly suppressing his obsessive state of mind, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Ji Lianxun."

The man turned his head, looked at him and said, "You can't beat him."

"I should avenge this revenge." Yan Wuwu stepped forward, pushed him away, and said coldly, "You are no longer from Xuanji Pavilion."

The man opened his eyes wide, and all the blush on his face faded away, leaving only a pale and gloomy complexion.His hands trembled for a moment, he settled down, and said with a sneer, "One yard belongs to one yard. I'm not here for Xuanji Pavilion, but for Ah Xun."

"It's up to you." Yan Wuwu was entangled unintentionally. He was almost at the limit, and his meridians were aching with the beating of his heart, as if they were about to dry up and crack. He said calmly, "Don't get involved."

The man froze for a moment, then responded.Not far away, Prince Gong stared at the uninvited visitor for a while, then suddenly said: "Ji Lianxun? You look very similar to an old friend of this king."

Yan Wuxin didn't give him a chance to ask further questions. He took the dagger thrown by the man, stomped off his feet, and rushed up quickly, causing a large cloud of dust as his energy scattered.And the man followed up to cover him,

If you take a closer look, you will find that although their qinggong footwork is somewhat different, they are actually from the same school. Even the movements of blocking and attacking are very similar.

Success or failure is here!

The roar of the waterfall continued. At this time, the clouds had dispersed, and the golden light broke through the sky.

It was just a moment, but it seemed as long as a hundred years.Yan Wuwu's skin was ripped apart, and a blood hole was opened in his heart, which almost pierced his heart.He endured it, and stood there holding his sword.

Prince Gong was not much better than him, his right hand was chopped off by Yan Wuwu.

"This king won." Holding his sword, he turned around and staggered away without hesitation. Several ghost-faced killers picked up the severed hand on the ground and supported him and rushed down the mountain to heal it.Before leaving, Wei Sanjue turned his head, glanced at the man who was still refusing to fall, and hurried down the mountain.

Xuanji Pavilion is empty again.

"I won." Yan Wuwu said in a low voice, before his voice fell, his consciousness sank into a long darkness.Ji Lianxun hurriedly supported him, and walked into the house step by step, without the wine jar.

"Like Ah Xun, I'm really getting more and more stubborn." With a helpless expression, he tapped a few big acupuncture points all over the man's body, stopped the bleeding, and then gave him a pulse, and said in surprise, "Drunken light?"

He looked at Yan Wuyi, who had his eyes closed tightly, in some pain, walked towards the grave, lifted his robe and knelt down slowly, and kowtowed solemnly.He picked up the tombstone that had been cut in half, took off his coat and tied it together, fondling the name on it with great nostalgia.

"Qing Xun, Ah Xun..." He looked at the cold tombstone and sighed, "I did as you said, and I listened to that kid. He is less worried than you, but I What can you do with him? If Xuanji Pavilion is broken with him, you will hate me."

The wind rustled the surrounding trees, and the man's eyes were filled with pain and sorrow that was too thick to dissolve.

"Ah Xun, it's all my fault..."

Not only at the foot of the mountain, but Wei Congrong had already passed out. Wei Sanjue wrote two handwritten letters, ordered two people to come out, and said: "Go to Yuantai Road, find Commander Jiu, and give him this letter. Go to the desert , just give the letter to the brothers."

In fact, he didn't care too much about whether Prince Gong's hand could still be kept. In his opinion, no matter how much hatred there is in the rivers and lakes, no one would do such a thing as digging someone's grave.Prince Gong's fate at this time is all retribution, thinking this way, Wei Sanjue shuddered, and looked up again.

The towering Mount More than Mountain is like a high god, looking down at all living beings coldly and compassionately.

"Master? What's the matter?" The little girl with a bun saw the young man in front of her suddenly look stunned, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell? Xiaotao will pour you some water."

She was about to run to the kitchen on her short legs, but the young man quickly stopped her, squatted down and said softly, "Xiaotao, go and see your mother, I'm fine."

The little girl dubiously looked at the young man's good-looking eyes, hesitated and agreed: "Then young master, don't forget to go to Madam later. Madam misses you."

"Okay." The young man touched the little girl's Baotou tenderly, stood where he was, and heard her footsteps go away before raising his voice: "Don't hide in the tree."

"Your little maid really has no rules." The leaves on the tree fluttered a few times, and he jumped down from it: "What did she say to you?"

"Jiuxian, if you're curious, you might as well ask her." The young man shook his head and walked into the house, but within a few days he figured out the way.

"What were you thinking just now?" The pale man took a few fruits in his hand, and stuffed one into his mouth indifferently: "Missing your lover?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Shuqiu pursed his lips: "Wuwu and I are life and death friends."

"Hmph, life and death friends who share the same bed." Jiu Xian sarcastically said, "Is it just a matter of time?"

"..." Wen Shuqiu couldn't speak to him, and shook his head: "Don't spy on me from now on."

After eating the fruit, Jiu Xian threw away the fruit. Hearing his words, he sneered, "You think I'm willing to watch over you? I even took the bath for you when you were young. What don't I know about you? Don't tell me." As if how much I wanted to spy on you."

"What else does he want?" Wen Shuqiu asked helplessly and impatiently: "I have already done what I promised him."

"I'll tell you the truth." Jiu Xian stood at the door, leaning against the door frame, "Your life-and-death acquaintance may be in trouble."

Wen Shuqiu froze for a moment, then raised his head to look at him.

"Master has gone to more than one mountain."

bang—

The young man knocked over the teacup on the table, and the hot water poured down, burning the back of his hand.But as if he didn't feel it at all, he hurriedly got up and couldn't understand: "Why?!"

"In order to suppress Xuanji Pavilion's bloodline." Jiu Xian simply opened up and said, "Drunken Lamp is just an ordinary drug, but after being stimulated, it can make Yan Wuwu temporarily lose his 'power'."

"But—" Wen Shuqiu clenched his fists, "You clearly promised that I would not hurt his life."

"Yeah, I didn't hurt his life." Seeing his anxious expression, Jiuxian sneered in his heart, and said, "Only the Lord can fully stimulate the medicinal properties, and I can't do it. But he can't die, don't worry." Bar."

"I'm the bait, right?" The young man lowered his eyelashes and smiled wryly, "From beginning to end, your target is him."

"Yes and no." Jiuxian was silent for a moment, looking at the fair face of the young man in front of him, a little lost in thought: "We are all in the game."

"Whose game? The game he set up to compete for the throne?" Wen Shuqiu raised his eyes to 'look' at the man, his eyes were still in chaos, gray and black intertwined into a world of despair.

"No." Jiuxian touched his forehead as in the past days, and said softly: "It's a game with the sky."

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