ten steps one kill

Yan Yuehua shuddered, and finally turned his mind away from Feng Guangsheng, and turned to observe the appearance of the visitor.

Song Yungui was still the same Song Yungui, not tall, but not small, leading a mighty team, surrounded by Dongfeng Hall disciples in the middle of the crowd.Due to the foot of the slope, his standing posture was always a little crooked, but the followers behind him all stood upright and full of energy, which no one dared to underestimate.

Song Yungui stopped in front of Yan Yuehua, glanced at Feng Guangsheng who was kneeling in embarrassment, and asked, "Master Yan, why did you take his life with your own hands?"

Yan Yuehua immediately replied: "Big hatred is irreconcilable."

Song Yungui shook his head, and said: "Zhujian Village is a famous family in the world. Even if there is a big private enmity, it should be put on the table and liquidated according to the rules of the world. The use of lynching like tonight is the work of a hooligan. Pai, it would be disgraceful."

Yan Yuehua was silent, and glanced in Feng Guangsheng's direction, his eyes were full of hatred.

Song Yungui took a step forward, put his hand on the hilt of the Shenshang sword, as if to appease an angry lion, and called out in a patient tone: "Master Yan, put the sword away first."

Yan Yuehua's fingers trembled slightly, but the tremor was suppressed by the opponent with greater force.After a long while, he finally lowered his sword slowly, and at the same time ordered: "Beichen, Liuhuo, Weiquail, you also stop for now."

The three sword guards were still surrounded by the people in the Xiling village, each holding a direction, occupying the best position, and ready to strike at any time.But he didn't expect that the owner's order was to ask them to stop.The three of them were surprised, but they followed Yan Yuehua's order and put down their sharp swords one by one.

Seeing the three bright sword lights disappearing from his eyes, Zhang Duyan finally let out a long sigh, and knelt down on the ground with one knee clutching his chest.The companion beside him was the same as him. He couldn't bear the pain all over his body. Seeing that the crisis was over, he fell to his knees with a crash, barely propping up his body with the barrel of a gun, so as not to fall too ugly.

No one could easily believe that these six embarrassing losers were actually the proud elite of Xiling Village.They can be regarded as figures with heads and faces in the Jianghu, but at this moment, they have broken fingers, injured their feet, and what's more, their heads have been severely injured, bleeding profusely.The ragged clothes were drenched with sweat, stained with blood, painful and hot, it looked as if he had passed through the gate of hell, and only by virtue of good luck, he managed to recover his life.

After Yan Yuehua gave the order to retreat, dozens of people rushed out of the crowd and surrounded them with a bang.Zhang Duyan looked intently, and saw many familiar faces through his blurred vision—they were the rest of his companions from Xiling Village.

Instead of resting at the Wonton Shop, they followed Song Yungui to this land of right and wrong together, helped the injured brother up with all their might, and asked in a hurry, "Everyone, how are your injuries? Does it matter?" ?”

Zhang Duyan confessed half of his life and managed to escape from death. Hearing the familiar local accent at this moment, he couldn't hold back any longer. A line of muddy tears welled up in his single eye, and he asked with a sob: "You...why are you here? ?”

"It was Mr. Feng who called us. He said that the young master might be in trouble, so we should rush to save him. We were skeptical at first, but now it seems that what he said was true. We came too late... "

"Young Master Feng?"

Zhang Duyan raised his head and saw Liu Hongfeng's delicate, slightly pale face through his blurred eyes.

Liu Hongfeng stood a few steps away, keeping a polite distance, and asked with concern, "Is the injury serious?"

Zhang Duyan's throat felt hot, he raised his hand and wiped it on his face indiscriminately, and said in a hearty voice: "It's okay, I can't die." As he spoke, he turned his head and asked the person behind him, "Shaozhuang Is the Lord all right?"

An Guangsha, who has been protected by his companions, is safe and sound, but his expression is still in a trance.Seeing Liu Hongfeng's face appeared in front of his eyes, he just nodded slowly and said, "You saved me again, thank you."

Liu Hongfeng said: "It's a little effort, don't worry about it."

An Guangsha was silent for a moment, and asked, "How is Yan Qianfan?"

As soon as the name was uttered, it was like a firecracker exploded in the crowd. Not only the people in Xiling village froze, but also the sword guards on the opposite side were downcast.The fighting spirit that was so easily dispelled by both sides revived again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Hongfeng immediately said: "Brother An, don't panic, let me take a look." After saying that, he turned around and took a few steps, came to the sword guard, saluted respectfully, and said: " I met Young Master Qian Fan by chance, we are in good spirits, we can be regarded as friends, can you let me have a look at him?"

The three sword guards looked at Liu Hongfeng together, and Liu Hongfeng also raised his eyes to observe the appearance of the three of them, and he was secretly startled after just one glance - there was no trace of fatigue on their bodies, as if they had never been involved in a fierce battle at all. After walking for a while, there was a little sweat on his forehead, and a little dust on his clothes.

He had no impression of the faces of these three people, obviously they had never made their mark in the rivers and lakes, so no one could guess how many cities they hid and how ruthless moves they could use.No one knew how ugly his death would be if he was an enemy of the three of them.

The unknown is always scary.

Even so, instead of retreating, Liu Hongfeng bent down and bowed.

He bowed very deeply, the back of his shoulders was almost perpendicular to his legs and feet, and the hair on his back also slid down his shoulders to the front of his body, exposing the nape of his neck covered under the hair to the other party's eyes.

On the white neck, the veins of the muscles and bones protrude.

People in the Jianghu often hold their fists together as a respect, and bowing is already a heavy courtesy, but such a deep bow expresses a more special signal-to show people their weaknesses frankly, so as to dispel the opponent's fighting spirit.

The sword guard accepted his signal, all showing surprise.The order they received was to guard Yan Qianfan, so they would never let him go easily, but Liu Hongfeng was indeed Yan Qianfan's friend, and he showed such open-minded sincerity to his face, the three of them made an exception and did not draw their swords, but instead retreated a little , to make way for Liu Hongfeng.

Liu Hongfeng finally saw Yan Qianfan's face.

Yan Qianfan lay motionless on the ground, as if he had completely forgotten the noise between heaven and earth.Of course Liu Hongfeng remembered that he used to be a lively person, and he could talk for a long time with just one conversation, the expressions on his face were rich and abundant, and his emotions were as changeable as the clouds in the sky. Wrapped in the wind, free and willful.A heart is pure and clear. Although it is easy to be fooled by others, it never lies to itself.

How could such a bright and beautiful person turn so pale?

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help being startled, as if seeing more broken shadows through this crippled cheek.He couldn't help but bowed his body deeper than before, and then raised his hand to touch Yan Qianfan's cheek.

Before he could touch the warm skin, his hand was stopped by the cold scabbard.

Shenshang sword, Yan Yuehua's sword.

Standing in front of Liu Hongfeng, Yan Yuehua restrained the edge of the saber, but did not restrain the domineering madness in his eyes.Although he only slightly touched the opponent's hand with the scabbard, his eyes seemed to want to kill him.

Liu Hongfeng met Yan Yuehua's gaze, and said, "Master Yan, please rest assured, I will not hurt Qian Fan."

Yan Yuehua didn't seem to have heard his promise at all, but stared at him with bloodshot eyes and asked, "Liu Hongfeng, which side are you on?"

The moment their eyes met, Liu Hongfeng was astonished at Yan Yuehua's change.

A few hours ago, he was imprisoned in Zhujianzhuang's private prison, and he also exchanged glances with this person. At that time, Yan Yuehua's eyes were calm and deep, as if he had the power to see through lies and disguises, and the indifference and coldness in his eyes revealed It seemed that it had penetrated into his marrow, and neither sadness nor anger could shake his composure.

But now the situation is different.Yan Yuehua's eyes seemed to be burning, and the vermilion bloodshot threads seemed to be entwined with flames, trying to burn everything in sight to ashes.

It turns out that a few hours of effort is enough for a person to be completely reborn, as if reborn.

During this long night, he seemed to have abandoned everything accumulated in his past life.Therefore, his vigilance and sensitivity could no longer arouse Liu Hongfeng's fear.

He asked - which side are you on?

Liu Hongfeng straightened her shoulders, looked at him at the same level, and then replied, "Of course I'm on the side of justice."

"justice?"

"I'm here to tell everyone, especially everyone in Xiling Village, that Yan Qianfan is not a black sheep. On the contrary, he is an innocent victim of injustice just like everyone else."

All the people in Xiling Village were surprised. Those who were seriously injured and those who were busy treating their companions stopped their work and raised their heads in unison.

Among the group, Zhang Duyan was the most surprised.He has a fierce personality, and what he hates the most in his life is to show weakness and admit mistakes in front of outsiders.But Liu Hongfeng is a lifesaver after all, he acted twice in times of crisis, his kindness is unmatched, Xiling Village has always advocated chivalry, and regards right and wrong very seriously, so Zhang Duyan's attitude towards Liu Hongfeng is extraordinarily respectful and seldom In a humble tone, he asked: "Young Master Feng, please explain clearly why Yan Qianfan was wronged and harmed?"

Yan Yuehua heard the words, slowly lowered the sword in front of Liu Hongfeng, and echoed: "Please speak."

At the same time, Song Yungui also strolled to the side of the crowd, followed by two Dongfeng Hall disciples, each with an arm on the left and right, holding Feng Guangsheng in the center. The strength was merciless, and Feng Guangsheng grinned.

Xiling Village, Dongfeng Hall, and Zhujian Village—three forces, three leaders, each with their own thoughts, gathered around Liu Hongfeng.Many disciples who followed them also cast their gazes in the direction of Liu Hongfeng.

Liu Hongfeng looked around for a week, only to feel that the gazes all around, like twinkling stars, all fell on his shoulders, illuminating his fiery red shirt,

For this moment, he had waited for too long, and the opportunity he had been looking forward to for many years finally waved to him in front of him.

Strangely, his face was as calm as water.

His gaze swept around, and finally stopped on Zhang Duyan, and said: "Everyone in Xiling Village seems to regard Yan Qianfan as the murderer who killed Zhao Qiancheng."

Zhang Duyan responded immediately: "Of course, we all saw it!"

Liu Hongfeng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did everyone really witness the moment when he committed the crime with your own eyes?"

"That's not true, but when Zhao Qiancheng was assassinated, Yan Qianfan was the only one present in the mill, and Brother Feng rushed in to stop him first... Wait, you don't suspect that Brother Feng did it, right? There is no evidence, You can’t frame good people casually.”

Facing the severe questioning, Liu Hongfeng didn't take it seriously, and just replied: "Feng Guangsheng told everyone that he saw Yan Qianfan walk out of the gambling house by accident, but he lied. He has been wandering in the gambling house today. A little brother can testify."

"It's true," a person slowly walked out of the crowd, his thin shoulders huddled, came to Liu Hongfeng, raised a hand, and pointed at Feng Guangsheng tremblingly, "I...I can prove that this person today He has been in our shop all the time. When Young Master Yan and Zhao Qiancheng made a bet, he was watching from the side."

Liu Hongfeng patted the shoulder of the person who came, and said: "This brother is not from the martial arts, but just a waiter in the gambling shop, there is no need to lie to everyone."

Zhang Duyan glanced in Feng Guangsheng's direction, then quickly turned to Liu Hongfeng, and said, "Anyway, Zhao Qiancheng is dead, even if you conspire to make false accusations, no one will be able to reveal it."

His tone became more and more intense, but Liu Hongfeng didn't feel annoyed. Instead, he nodded and said: "You are right, today's incident is indeed not enough to prove it, but it is a pity that this is not the first time Feng Guangsheng has lied. Before he went to Yingzhou Island, He is a frequent visitor to gambling houses everywhere."

Zhang Duyan frowned and said, "Who did you hear that from?"

"I did!" replied another old voice.

The owner of the voice walked forward slowly. This person had gray hair, hunched shoulders, and a somewhat narrow demeanor. He was actually that Lu Wan who "can't afford to lose" in Sanxiaolou.

Reluctantly, Lu Wan came to Liu Hongfeng's side, pointed at Feng Guangsheng's nose, and said, "You must not believe his nonsense, this guy is just a gambler, I have seen him in various gambling houses, and he is better than me. You are also rich, I don’t know how much private money you have hidden behind your backs.”

Zhang Duyan couldn't help being surprised, he had received bribes from Feng Guangsheng in private, and he also expected that some of the money came from wrong sources, so he made excuses and said: "Even if Brother Feng is really addicted to gambling and money, it's just a small problem. You can't frame him for killing Zhao Qiancheng just because of this."

Before Liu Hongfeng could answer, Lu Wan rolled his eyes and said, "Of course not, I am also a gambler, but I have never committed any harms such as murder and frame."

Zhang Duyan was irritated by his attitude: "You old bastard, don't speak rudely—"

But Lu Wan said: "What's the rush, it won't be too late to scold me after you read this." He rustled something and handed it to the other party.

It was a torn envelope, which had been scorched by fire. One corner had been scorched black, and a section of pulpy yellow paper was exposed at the oval opening.

Feng Guangsheng was supported by the disciples of Dongfeng Hall, and his face was originally dismissive, but when his eyes touched the letter, his face turned pale immediately.

Zhang Duyan didn't notice his strangeness yet, he frowned and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Lu Wan said: "This is a good thing! Once I ran into this guy in a gambling shop, and I read a letter blindly. After reading it, I threw it into the brazier. But I am a thoughtful person with sharp eyes. I can see There must be something shady hidden in this letter, so I secretly took the brazier away and picked up the letter."

Liu Hongfeng smiled from the side: "Come on, you just want to blackmail money?"

Lu Wan stiffened his neck, and said, "So what! Anyway, I got the letter, but it's a pity that the letter is written in foreign Pu script, only ghosts can understand it. It's a pity that I have kept it until today..."

"Wai Pu Wen?" Zhang Duyan's face sank, he unfolded the letter that was burnt down, and handed it to his companion a few steps away, "Brother Shui, come and read it!"

Brother Shui is the one in Xiling Village who knows the Pu language best. He took the letter and immediately unfolded it in front of his eyes to read it carefully.Soon, his face suddenly darkened, and Zhixin's hand trembled.

Zhang Du stared at him intently, and asked, "What was written in the letter?"

He said: "I have written... the rubbings of Shuhetu."

Zhang Duyan was shocked. The map of the mountains and the fortifications in southern Xinjiang recorded the mountain topography and fortifications. They are military secrets. The rubbings hidden in Xilingzhai were stolen by Waipu people when there was a fire a few months ago.It is precisely because of the map of Shuhe that the Waipu army was able to successfully invade the Central Plains, captured three cities in a row, and caused countless disasters for the people.

Brother Shui looked at it for a while longer, the wrinkles between his brows became deeper and deeper, and when he raised his head again, even his voice became hoarse: "Some handwriting on the letter is unclear, but the general idea should be correct. It is a plan to steal the rubbings of the Manhe map."

Zhang Duyan couldn't believe his ears: "Didn't the rubbings be stolen by those two little beasts?"

"Those two children may have internal responses..."

Brother Shui's eyes slowly turned to Feng Guangsheng's direction, and the shock in his eyes gradually turned into anger.

The people in Xiling Village have always been skeptical about the theft of the 捭阿图. Just because of the two little ghosts in their early teens, they may not dare to go deep into the enemy's line and make such a dangerous move. But if they have internal support behind them, the situation will be serious It's quite different, but most people in Xiling village believe that Neiying is Yan Qianfan, after all it was his idea to take in the children from Waipu into the village, and no one thought that this person would be the sworn brother of the young head of the family.

Zhang Duyan was also full of horror, and slowly turned to the back, looking into An Guangsha's eyes: "Young master, I don't believe outsiders, tell me, is what they say true? Colluding with foreigners... This is no small matter , but collaborating with the enemy and treason,,, the country's heinous crime!"

An Guangsha showed a sad expression, and said with difficulty: "Feng Guangsheng just wanted to kill me in the hanging bell, and Yan Qianfan was killed by him in order to protect me. It's a pity that my mind is weak and I don't want to admit my Sworn brothers have gone astray, but now I believe it, in black and white, I believe Mr. Feng's evidence."

"Young Master..." Zhang Duyan took two steps back, and slapped himself on the head fiercely, "I'm so confused, I'm so confused!"

He was shaken all over, and regardless of his serious injuries, he clenched his fists and slammed into Feng Guangsheng's direction, only to be stopped by disciples of Dongfeng Hall halfway.

Liu Hongfeng also turned his gaze to the culprit, and said, "I've finished what I want to say, Feng Guangsheng, how do you plan to pay for the lives of countless people in southern Xinjiang?"

Feng Guangsheng didn't argue, but just lowered his head silently.After a while, he suddenly widened his eyes, exerted all his strength, broke free from the restraint of one arm, raised his finger to the master of Dongfeng Hall, and shouted: "It's all Song Yungui's idea! He taught me to do it!"

Feng Guangsheng seemed to have gone crazy suddenly, and repeatedly called Song Yungui's name in a hysterical voice.

Every time he yelled, his shoulders would rise and fall, like a bellows full of wind, but his fingers were always pointing at Song Yungui's nose, because his arms were too tense, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

Song Yungui was stunned, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party, and said, "Are you joking?"

"Bah!" Feng Guangsheng scolded even more fiercely, "It was you who gave me the idea at the beginning, asking me to take the position of head of Xiling village and do a great cause with you, even the general of Waipu country is you Recommended for me! Now, do you have the guts to admit it?"

Song Yungui was stunned again, and then laughed loudly: "Admit it? How can you ask me to admit such a ridiculous thing? Even if I admit it myself, will you believe it?" After speaking, he looked around, and there was really silence around him. With a slight smile, he put one end of his palm on the ground, knocked it, and said: "It is said that a dog will jump over a wall when it is in a hurry, and today I have finally seen it."

Feng Guangsheng glared, but couldn't say anything more to refute.Every time they met privately, Song Yungui would tell him time and time again that he must be careful and not leave any evidence, in order to prevent being caught by others.He has been following the other party's warning and carefully destroying all traces.He absolutely did not expect that all the hard work he had put in in the past was actually lifting a rock and hitting himself in the foot.

He looked around, met the indifferent eyes of Dongfengtang disciples, and asked: "Do you all believe what he said? If you work hard for him, aren't you afraid that one day he will bite back and be abandoned by him?"

No one responded to his question, only Song Yungui said indifferently: "Justice rests in the hearts of the people. I advise you to repent as soon as possible and stop doing unnecessary struggles."

After speaking, he felt a tightness on his shoulders, and his arms were restrained again.

He chuckled lightly, and said to the Dongfeng Hall disciples on the left and right: "You don't need to waste your energy, even if you let me go, where can I go?"

Even if freedom were returned to him, he would have nowhere to go.His homeland has been destroyed by his own hands. He looked up at the sky, and there were clusters of dark clouds floating in the night sky, the edges of which were illuminated by the firelight on the ground, and the firelight also jumped on the sea, like a paintbrush. Blurring the boundary between sky and sea.

His dream was broken at the end of this piece of sky and sea, he lost everything, the general situation was gone, leaving only desolation.

So he laughed too, he raised his head, his throat trembled from laughter, his shoulders trembled, he laughed presumptuously for a long time, until the person beside him asked with a dark face: "What's so funny?"

He said: "You stupid people, even if I die, can you live better? I am a villain, but I am just fed up with a desolate and cold home, enough of being born to sacrifice Be yourself, be the firewood of others. Our Xiling Village has been born and died for generations, defending the people in the frontiers, and serving the country, but we will always live a life of poverty. A fig leaf, no one dares to touch it. I deserve to die, but there are some people with darker hearts than me, but they pretend to be well-dressed, and one day, sooner or later, you will all die at his hands."

Song Yungui didn't interrupt his crazy babbling, but just waited patiently until he was hoarse before asking, "Are you finished?"

He was powerless to answer, but couldn't stop panting heavily.

Song Yungui shook his head, turned to An Guangsha, and said, "Feng Guangsheng committed the heinous crime of cooperating with the enemy and treason,,,, the country, I'm afraid he can't be handed over to Xiling Village."

An Guangxia nodded, and replied: "It should be so. Feng Guangsheng is my sworn brother. My younger brother went astray. As an older brother, I cannot escape the blame. Even if Hall Master Song wants to punish me, I will have no complaints."

Song Yungui bowed his hand and said: "Where, Brother An didn't know about it at first, and those who don't know are innocent, but I just hope that Xiling Village will strictly clean up the house rules in the future, so that such scandals will not happen again."

Although these words were spoken plainly, they meant something, like a needle hidden in the cotton, and it stabbed the sore spot of Xiling Village calmly.

The martial arts world is already full of open and covert struggles, and among the famous families, it is inevitable to follow the trend. At the beginning, Xiling Village chose to form an alliance with Zhujianzhuang, but did not show favor to Dongfengtang. Now that Dongfengtang has fallen into trouble, naturally there is no need to be polite.

The people in Xiling village couldn't swallow this breath, they all showed sullen expressions, and frequently cast their eyes on An Guangsha, hoping that the young master would come forward to argue and earn back the lost face.

But Song Yungui's accusation is really well-founded. Xiling Village claims to have defended southern Xinjiang for generations, but in the end, because of its own family collaborating with the enemy and rebelling against the country, southern Xinjiang fell, and tens of thousands of people were displaced and homeless.Now that the scandal has been confirmed, there is no room for sophistry.

A so-called leader must always assume unreasonable expectations.

An Guangsha's expression was indescribably serious.Even his shoulders, which had always been straight in the past, slumped a little, making him look sluggish.His eyes were no longer in a trance, but the blankness in his eyes was replaced by deeper despair.

He said: "Thank you for Hall Master Song's magnanimity and discernment. In fact, I still have a ruthless feeling."

Song Yungui raised his eyebrows and said, "Please tell me."

An Guangsha was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since the southern border has been lost, and the Xiling Village is also in name only, it is better to disband it."

Everyone in Xiling Village was shocked: "Young Master, what did you say?"

An Guangxia said: "As the head of the family, I have not fulfilled the responsibility of disciplining my subordinates. The fault of Xiling Village is all my fault, but the remaining brothers still have chivalrous ambitions and are eager to make contributions. In the future, I hope to entrust you all Mr. Feng leads."

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help being startled: "Me?"

An Guangsha turned to him, and said, "Young Master Feng saved Xiling Village twice, and all the brothers have a lot of trust in you. If you need it in the future, please feel free to send me. I don't think you will have any objections."

Liu Hongfeng immediately shook his head and waved his hands, evading, "I've always been a loner, and I'm used to being free, so I'm afraid it's hard for me to take on this important task."

However, An Guangsha bowed his hands and saluted, and said in a sincere tone: "Then, at least until the end of the martial arts conference, please ask Mr. Feng to protect you brothers."

Without waiting for Liu Hongfeng to agree, all the people in Xiling village asked in unison: "What about after? What should we do next?"

An Guangsha turned to his former companion, and said, "Leave Yingzhou Island and go our separate ways. In the future, we don't have to be burdened by the name of a sinner. The world is vast, and there is naturally room for great ambitions."

There were still people who wanted to argue, but Zhang Duyan stopped them.Zhang Duyan said with a look of pain, "Don't talk about it, Young Master is right. He is doing it for our own good."

If today's ugly rumors spread, Xiling Village will become the laughing stock of the Jianghu people. Even if they rebuild their homeland, it will be difficult to restore their former reputation.For the former Xiling villagers, abandoning their birth names and making them join other sects is a good opportunity to turn around.

This good opportunity was the last thing An Guangsha did for them.

An Guangsha turned to Zhang Duyan and the other five principals, and bowed deeply to the six scarred people, saying: "Today, everyone sacrificed their lives to protect each other, An Mou is very grateful."

As a leader, he bowed heavily to his subordinates, and the friendship of many years was condensed in this bow.

Then, he turned around and walked into the darkness alone.

An Guangsha's back was shaking a little. Under the light of the fire from behind, a long shadow was cast in front of him, like a road. He walked on the dark and narrow road, and his posture was particularly lonely.

Many pairs of eyes watched him silently, and some burst into uncontrollable tears.Most of the people who wept were elderly people who watched him grow up and regarded him as a relative, and couldn't bear to face the farewell in front of them.

Someone also chased after him, it was a young man from Xiling Village, he looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, he patted the young master on the shoulder with one hand, and said, "Don't go, I grew up in Xiling Village, Xiling Zhai is my home, and I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

An Guangsha stopped, turned his head and looked into the young man's eyes: "You are still young, as long as you have chivalry in your heart, you don't need to be limited by your birth name, it's the same everywhere."

The boy froze for a moment, then asked again: "What about you? What should you do?"

I?I'm going to die soon, and there's not much time left—An Guangsha wanted to answer truthfully, but he didn't say it after all. He just patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "I can't walk anymore. You have to walk the road yourself."

His fingers pressed against the young man's chest, paused for a moment, and then slowly dropped.The boy's palm slowly covered it, and the place touched seemed to have a fire burning quietly.

An Guangsha nodded to the boy, turned and left.

Although his back is thin, it contains a sense of determination, which makes people unable to resist, unable to make up their minds to catch up.He took away his own shadow and all his sins, and the soil he stepped on was illuminated by the fire again, and the people he left behind were also bathed in the fire, their shoulders were plated with a layer of gold, and the tears in their eyes were crystal clear .

The day when Xiling Village collapsed was not the day when there was a fire in the village, nor was it the day when the Waipu army invaded. It was the moment when Feng Guangsheng was arrested and An Guangsha left before dawn.

A famous family fell, an era came to an end, and an ideal written with bold words disappeared from then on.

The ending of Xiling Village is like a microcosm of this world. The seemingly resplendent pavilions have already been corroded, empty and festered, and it only needs to remove a brick and stone to accelerate the collapse.

Yan Yuehua also silently watched An Guangsha leave.

With his sword guards around him, Bei Chen asked, "Young Master, should we stop him?"

Yan Yuehua sighed, and said: "The wrong has its head, and the debt has its owner. The person we have to deal with is not him."

Bei Chen frowned, as if a little dissatisfied: "But the Second Villa Master was mistaken by him, if it wasn't for saving him, how could he suffer such a serious injury."

Yan Yuehua sighed, and said, "Even if he died for him, it's Yan Qianfan's own choice and has nothing to do with me."

Bei Chen turned his head and glanced at him, hesitant to speak.

Yan Yuehua's eyes kept following An Guangsha's back. He had no friendship with this person at all, but in Yan Qianfan's mind, this person was a real brother, and he was just a stranger connected by blood.Envious or not?Jealous or not?He really couldn't tell, he was coerced by his surname and identity since he was born, and he rarely had the opportunity to choose. Now, how can he distinguish between intimacy and intimacy, love and jealousy.

In his gray and dead life, only hatred is clear.

With obvious hatred, he turned his gaze to Feng Guangsheng's direction.

Feng Guangsheng was still restrained by Dongfengtang, and Song Yungui ordered: "Detain this person in the mansion first, and hand over him to the government after the navigation resumes."

These words reached Feng Guangsheng's ears, and a hidden smile appeared on the corner of his lowered mouth. Knowing that he would be detained by Song Yungui, he seemed to see the hope of survival.

Seeing that smile, Yan Yuehua's stagnant heart stirred up turbulent waves. The surging anger made him clenched his fists, his throat tightened, and his internal organs vibrated endlessly.

He walked forward quickly, put the scabbard across, and blocked the way of Dongfeng Hall disciples: "Wait a minute."

Song Yungui showed surprise: "What advice does Master Yan have?"

Yan Yuehua said: "I can let go of other people in Xiling Village, but not this person."

Song Yungui said: "Master Yan really doesn't need to do anything extra. This person has committed a serious crime. Once he is sent to the government, he will definitely die. You only need to wait a few more days, and you will be able to avenge your revenge without doing it yourself."

Yan Yuehua still shook her head: "I want to kill him with my own hands."

Song Yungui's expression darkened, and he said: "Feng Guangsheng's crime is not an ordinary grievance. If he uses lynching without authorization, he may violate the law of the king and insult the reputation of Zhujianzhuang."

Yan Yuehua didn't say any more, and drew out the sword of Shenshang.

The unexpected light frightened everyone, facing the gaze from all around, he raised his voice and said: "Stay away, I don't want to hurt the innocent."

The disciples of Dongfeng Hall asked Song Yungui for instructions with their eyes, then let go of Feng Guangsheng's arms together, and retreated to the side in silence.

Feng Guangsheng regained his freedom, but his face was still a bit dazed. The next moment, Yan Yuehua came to him and said to him, "You can fight back."

Feng Guangsheng glanced at the other party, and did not make a move of resistance, but turned his head suddenly, instigated lightness kung fu, and ran away.

When he fled, he concentrated the remaining strength in his legs and feet, his speed was as fast as a rabbit, and the soles of his feet were blown by wind.

However, Yan Yuehua's sword was even faster, chasing after his back like a spirit snake, spitting out a poisonous letter, and sinking into his shoulder against the back blade.

Feng Guangsheng screamed, and the Shenshang sword cut into the bone seam impartially, severed the tendons, and the pain was piercing.His strength was like splashed water, which quickly drained away.He fell forward, knocking his forehead against the blue brick, and made a muffled sound.

"You really are a coward." Yan Yuehua's voice sounded from behind.

Although the sword was painful, it was not fatal. Feng Guangsheng's consciousness was still clear. The next moment, a brute force hit his side, and it was Yan Yuehua who raised his foot and kicked him in the waist and abdomen, turning him over.The injured shoulder was grinded by the ground, and the blood gushing out of the wound dragged a red mark on the ground.

He screamed, and tears spewed out from his facial features, wiping his originally handsome and dark face into a mess.He opened his eyes slightly, and saw a bright light hanging above his head, like the sun in his life that could not be avoided or avoided.

He groped and searched in a vague memory, and then recalled his original feelings. He once hated this sun, and hoped to become Houyi, and shot it down with a bow and arrow, so that the burning fairy The fire rolled into the hustle and bustle of the world, stained with filth and lost its brilliance.But he failed, as if the sun wanted to punish him, it slowly descended from the sky and pressed down on his body.

"Don't come here, don't come here—" he hissed sharply, raising a hand to shield his eyes, for fear that the light would burn his soul into ashes.

The second sword stabbed down, piercing the palm of his hand impartially.

Yan Yuehua's voice was low and hoarse: "Are you using these hands to commit murder?"

Feng Guangsheng couldn't answer anymore, his palm had been pierced by the Shenshang sword and was nailed to the ground, like a person being tortured. However, Yan Yuehua frowned, seemingly dissatisfied. Connected are ten fingers.Yan Yuehua twisted her wrist, and slowly turned the edge of the sword. The light on the sword slowly changed with the angle, like the sun rising and setting.

"Don't, don't—" Feng Guangsheng's begging for mercy disappeared in a scream.With a sudden flick of the sword, his five fingers left his body like rubber bands and flicked to the distance.

Yan Yuehua laughed, her voice was cruel and cold.

Feng Guangsheng lay on the ground, his arms twitching uncontrollably, like a beetle whose tentacles had been cut off.Blood dripped down the Shenshang sword, and formed a thick puddle of blood at Yan Yuehua's feet.

Yan Yuehua still didn't let go of his intentions, but slowly raised the sword and stretched the sharp edge towards his other arm.

This action made everyone dumbfounded, no matter Dongfengtang or Xilingzhai, they all looked at him dumbfounded.Although martial arts people are good at fighting, they are very