Sir, this sword is a keepsake

An hour passed, and the fire in the prison was gradually extinguished. The sky hadn't yet dawned, and the fog hadn't dissipated, but as the fire went out, it had thinned a lot.A young military officer with a face full of ashes was exhausted and went in and out of the dungeon three times, looking for someone who was still alive, no matter the enemy or himself.

With a stagger, he stepped on the charred corpse on the ground again.

He didn't have time to pay attention to which of the charred corpses he accidentally stepped on countless times belonged to his own, and which one belonged to the damn Northern Wilderness.Drowsy, he walked out of the outermost wooden railing of the dungeon compound for the last time, feeling that he was about to pass out in a second.

"Who are you, mocking wind?"

A hoarse male voice brought him to his senses, and he quickly walked away from the scorched area and came to the open space outside.Not far away, in front of his immediate boss was a woman in green that none of them had ever seen before, with a slender soft sword pinned to her waist.

"An accident happened to Xiaofeng. According to the rules of the Shenwu Pavilion, the scout closest to the place where the incident happened will take over all matters."

After finishing speaking, she took out a token and showed it to the dubious military officer in front of her.

His superior glanced at this woman who was about the same age as his daughter and nodded, "I don't know how to address you sir?"

"Chi kiss," the woman in green nodded, and glanced around the man's eyes to where he was standing, "You have been busy for a long time, have you figured out the other party's intention to rob the prison this time? There may be people in prison who have been detained for more than ten years. prisoner?"

"This..." The military officer looked troubled.

"what happened?"

"I was only temporarily seconded here last night. Your Excellency may still ask the officials here about these things."

The woman in green nodded, walked around him, and walked to the dungeon compound.He could even smell the faint fragrance of the woman's body, and she looked out of place in this mess and scorched earth.

The high wall on the left side of the dungeon entrance was mottled and full of potholes, but the tiger-headed Bi An was intact, standing high above, with fierce tiger eyes, glaring at the woman in front of him.

The woman glanced at the giant beast on the wall, and suddenly said: "We also have a monster named Bi An in Shenwu Pavilion."

"what?"

The two military officers, one old and one young, didn't understand what she meant for a while.

"It's okay, I'm going to go down and check it myself, you guys watch outside, don't let anyone come in and disturb me." The woman smiled and got into the dark dungeon.

The young military officer wanted to remind this weak-looking woman that she was depressed and couldn't stay for long, but in the end she didn't say anything.

The word Shenwu Pavilion weighed on his heart like a heavy stone, reminding him not to talk too much.

……

By the bank of Yunchuan, Shen Fang, who was running all the way to the northeast, didn't know where he went, and his shoes were worn out.His face was covered with sweat, his expression was dignified, he looked embarrassed and funny, and there was no trace of grace in his eyes.

He knew that if Zhuang Li saw his appearance like this, he would laugh so hard that he couldn't breathe.At this moment, he was extremely looking forward to Zhuang Li suddenly appearing in front of him, then he would definitely do nothing and make him laugh enough.

When he even stumbled across the broken bridge that was only one foot wide, he realized that comprehending the strange white mist and using the sword with this state of mind was different from previous attempts.It actually made him feel exhausted and exhausted.

He really couldn't run anymore.

At this moment, he was struggling to even raise his energy, and he was walking clumsily and clumsily like a person who doesn't know martial arts.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the end of the battle.

Presumably, Nangong Lingyun would not fail to see that his condition was not good, but he still let him slip away. Because of this, Shen Fang believed Nangong Lingyun's words: Li Wuhen's death had nothing to do with Wuxianglou.

With every step, there was a piercing pain from the soles of the feet, leaving stains of blood on the rough mud.However, there was a bright smile on Shen Fang's face - he had already seen the Mingguang Pagoda.

He saw an empty space around the top of the tower, and several sharp lights of knives leaked out, reflecting the night, overwhelming the scene, as if mocking the crescent moon.The scene at the bottom of the tower is completely opposite, still surrounded by thick fog.

After that heavy fog barrier, is Zhuang Li doing well?Is he a step too late?

Shen Fang ran again desperately, and the Yiwei sword on his back uttered a deep sword noise, as if warning.The tens of meters of road ahead is as far away as the distance from Yongxia Mountain to Luoyang City.Turning around is worry-free, and going forward is ego.

Knowing that this matter cannot be done, do it, knowing that that person cannot be admired, but admiring him.

The sword body trembled, emitting mist, and wrapped Shen Fang tightly. Like a wild beast, he plunged into the mist without hesitation.

……

At the highest level of Mingguang Pagoda, when day and night meet, the wind is extremely strong and extremely wild.

Under the clean and bright blue night, two figures, one bright and one dark, stood in the wind. Beyond the railing beside the two of them, and a hundred feet below, was Lianyun City lying quietly surrounded by distant mountains and long rivers.

It won't be long before everything that happened tonight will be like fog or dew, and it will disappear when the sun shines.

If one looked down over the mahogany railing, one could see a winding path of fog at the bottom of the tower, which was still stubbornly resisting when the sky broke.

The two figures, one bright and one dark, have been deadlocked for a long time, one with his eyes open and the other with his eyes closed.

The man with his eyes open had a face so magnificent that no trace of age could be seen. His eyes were so turbulent that no one dared to look directly at them.

The white light in the shape of a knife flows on his robe and flashes everywhere around him.The wind is obviously on the outside, but under his thin shirt, there seems to be a vigor circulating, chasing the knife light.

The eyes of the swordsman with closed eyes became more and more gloomy, and suddenly he opened his eyes and sighed.

"I lost."

At the same time, the two heard a light knock on the floor of the house.The man in the house was already lying on his side on the ground, unconscious.Just now, he held on and observed the battle until the last moment.

The magnificent man withdrew his gaze, and his thick and colorful eyes had returned to tranquility.

"Did you really lose?" After saying that, he smiled slightly.

"The bridge between Beihuang and Daliang has been formed, and that person was released tonight. Once the person in Lingsnen Marsh gets the news, he will not let it go. He must take this opportunity to find that person and join hands to severely damage Daliang. And I, although in Chief Cuncao rescued me as a traitor under the knife, but let the young leader go away, Qi Di will definitely have a grudge against me. All in all, this pool seems to be even more muddy."

"You let me go?"

"Which night did Princess Wushi die, your nose was frozen into icicles, didn't you see a man's figure in the snowstorm?"

The swordsman opened his eyes wide, his thoughts were aroused, as if he had returned to that snowy night that changed his life.The back of his hand holding the knife was immediately covered with veins, and the next moment he lost his strength, and muttered: "The person who passed through the blizzard...is you..."

"That's right, I was the one who paid homage to Huyan Nuxin and managed to make him leave behind the only son of the concubine, which is you."

"But, that was more than 20 years ago, your appearance..."

The man smiled, "This is my private matter. In short, I did bet right. You have indeed become the last blood of the Huyan family of the Xiliang royal family and the leader of this Inch Grass organization. I am right, right? Huyan flows eastward."

"This notorious scout from Shenwu Pavilion is really your apprentice?"

"He was my first apprentice, and he would have been my last apprentice." The man smiled again, his tone seemed to be asking for the swordsman's opinion, "Perhaps the relationship between people is the biggest change in history. .”

"Do you know how many Jianghu sects he murdered in Shenwu Pavilion for Emperor Liang?"

"I know better than you what he has done, but since he is a traitor, if he doesn't do something against his will, how can he hurt the heart of an old man like me."

"Could it be that senior wants to write off all these grudges?" He has changed his name to address him as senior.

"Do you think I really can't get away, so I can only rush to save him at the last moment?"

Dong Liu's eyes suddenly sharpened, "...Senior knew that I was going to attack him, but he didn't hesitate to let me hurt him so far."

He frowned and said, "This penetrating injury can take as short as half a year and as long as several years to fully recover... No matter what the reason is, thinking about it, it's really terrifying."

"It's you who want to kill him, and blame me for being ruthless and terrifying." The man smiled and asked back, "Although he won't die, he won't be able to play any role in Shenwu Pavilion for the past six months. You want to kill him because you want to get rid of him." A tricky enemy, with his current state, could it be that you can't accomplish anything important?"

Hearing this, Dong Liu's heart was shocked, his eyes lit up, and he put all the trivial matters behind him, "Senior, what do you mean, there is hope for my restoration?"

"I never said that, but you do bear Xiliang's national destiny, I'm just taking a big gamble."

"What are you betting on?"

Dongliu actually didn't understand that outsiders like them still care about bets?

"That's none of your business."

Dongliu gave up his plan to investigate carefully, and put his sword back into its sheath.On the palm of his hand, there was a deep red mark, which made the red rope fluttering in the wind very beautiful.

At this moment, he raised his other hand high and clenched it into a fist.Suddenly, dozens of archers appeared on the roofs of the surrounding houses, all of them holding huge iron bows, raising their heads and aiming at the Mingguang Pagoda.

Strangely, there was nothing on their bows.

The man's brows and eyes were still gentle and elegant. He looked around slowly, nodded, and expressed his approval, "You have been dormant in Kunlun for many years, so you are making a shadowless bow."

"Dongliu was able to have what it is today thanks to the protection of seniors back then. Now that he is showing his shadowless bow, I just hope that in the future, seniors will think twice before blocking them."

Dong Liu put down his fist, and those iron bows hid in the gap of the building along with those who couldn't see their faces clearly.

The man smiled and didn't speak.

"Senior, before leaving, Dongliu has the guts to say one more thing." Facing the east, he said in a low voice, "Calculations can't be exchanged for sincerity."

After saying that, he jumped up in one step, climbed out of the fence, and fell down with the help of layers of cornices.