ten steps one kill

.If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, people would never have believed that the young master of the Tianji sect, who has always known nothing to be afraid of, would back down at a critical moment and spare his opponent's life.

For Liu Hongfeng, this is really a godsend of luck.Like him, Duan Changya did his best in the sword just now, without reservation, once he missed it, it would be tantamount to exposing his weakness to the enemy's eyes.

Liu Hongfeng's feet were firmly planted on the ground, barely stopping, and then jumped up again.

He will not neglect the second time.

Duan Changya couldn't recover from the defeat, and he didn't even have time to withdraw his sword to defend himself. He could only watch helplessly as the shadow of death approached his eyes.

Death is a bright red color, like a flame, involuntarily broke into his life, burning everything beyond recognition.

Mo Xiejian turned his edge and kissed Duan Changya's side neck.

Only one step away, Liu Hongfeng was able to cut the enemy's throat.

Even Mo Xiejian couldn't wait anymore, the famous ancient sword born for revenge made a screaming sound, slashing Qi and breaking the wind all the way, shaking its head and tail like a swimming dragon, impatient, almost broke free from Liu Hongfeng's grasp.and.Hee.彖.right.read.Chia.

The shadow of Duan Changya was reflected on the sword, and it became distorted during the gallop. At that moment, Liu Hongfeng seemed to have glimpsed the scene of the future. Duan Changya was lying in front of everyone just like Duan Qichang, his face was livid and his body was covered with scars. Holding a torch and holding a sword, they clamored to step over this ugly corpse and burn the pavilions and buildings behind it.

Liu Hongfeng's heart suddenly tightened.

The master fights, the opportunity is only a moment.

His hesitation had caused him to miss a momentary opportunity, Duan Changya dodged backwards, Mo Xiejian avoided his neck, and instead brushed against his forearm, leaving a long scar on his wrist.

There was a clanging sound, which was the chirping sound when the Tianji sword collided with the blue bricks.

Blood was dripping from Duan Changya's wrist, and his blood-stained fingertips twitched slightly. The saber in his hand had fallen to his feet, and the blood dripped on the sword, making an inaudible sound.

"Master Feng won! We won!"

The mourners raised their arms and shouted. After the whole night of wailing and crying, this loud and clear voice was like the dawn, which was particularly exciting.

More cheers and clapping came one after another, as if the fuse of a firecracker had been ignited, causing an echo, and the crowd was quickly overwhelmed by the joy of victory.

joy?Should he be joyful?

Liu Hongfeng asked himself, but there was only a blank in his heart. The old injury on his shoulder was split open, and the new injury was piled up, which made him feel so painful that he knelt on the ground with his shoulder covered.He raised the Mo Xie sword and tried to support it on the ground, but his hands were shaking so badly that his palms were covered with sweat, and the hilt of the sword slipped from his fingers.

There was another clang, Mo Xie sword also fell to the ground, bounced slightly, and happened to stop beside Tianji sword.

Liu Hongfeng was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her head, just in time to meet Duan Changya's gaze.

Both of them were scarred and exhausted, like burnt candles, lost hope, even if they looked at each other, they had nothing to say.

Did you win?Did you lose?This is a battle that hurts both sides, no matter what the result is, Liu Hongfeng does not feel happy at all, no contest makes him so empty, his heart seems to have been dug out a big hole, all the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy that were originally in his heart have been leaked Into the dark abyss.

Even he himself couldn't explain why he and Duan Changya came to this point.

But he knew a long time ago that one day, he would definitely come to this point.

There was a steady stream of shouts behind him: "We won! Let us in! Hand over the old man's body!"

The Tianjimen disciples were not willing to give in, they stared angrily, and argued: "Which one of you is winning! Liu Hongfeng has already fallen, if it wasn't for the young master's mercy, he would have been a dead man!"

In the midst of the melee, he recognized Chang Zhao's voice, which was more like a lost soul talking to himself than a question, "Young master, why do you have to show mercy, why don't you kill this liar..."

He finally raised his head again, looked at the enemy who was just a few feet away, and said: "Duan Changya, you should have killed me just now."

He heard Duan Changya gasp, his voice was deliberately suppressed to a low level, but it was still like a bait for fishing, it got into his ear accurately and touched his mind.The sharp needle pierced the softest part of his body, causing his heart to suddenly tighten and tremble with pain.He thought more than once that it would be great if the young master of the Duan family was a snob, a hypocrite, an arrogant and wanton dude.That way, he can send it down the path of destruction without guilt.

But Duan Changya is not.

Always so tenacious, so fearless, in the face of victory within easy reach.He even lost his fighting spirit and lost his dignity.Duan Changya, number one in the world, actually betrayed his own sword.

A terrible idea popped up in his mind - does Duan Changya also want to die by his sword?

Liu Hongfeng stared at the other party's eyes, and after a while, he found the answer.

He suddenly found it ridiculous that his contest with Duan Changya was so wonderful that it was enough to stand proudly at the top of the martial arts world, but in the end, no matter the person who was cornered or the aggressive person, no matter the vengeful seeker or the victim, they were all... loser.Who is the winner? Is it the indifferent God?The sky is boundless, thousands of years, do you still care about the joys and sorrows of the world?

The wind blows through his chest, carrying the tumult behind him.It was too late, he saw a look of surprise on Duan Changya's face, and an excited figure reflected in his eyes.

In the face of their heavy grief of life and death, the crowd cheered and rushed to a deformed carnival.

Amidst the cries one after another, the plaque of Tianji Gate was crumbling.

"As long as I'm still alive, the Duan family will definitely be ruined."

Liu Hongfeng left a sentence, then looked away from Duan Changya, enduring the pain, and slowly stood up.

Encouraged by him, the companions behind him, led by the eagle flag, swarmed towards the gate of Duan Mansion.

Chang Zhao hurriedly waved his hands, and lined up with the disciples of Tianjimen, stopped the angry crowd, and protected Duan Qichang's body behind his back.

The two sides lined up in front of the formation, and neither one was willing to give in. The fighting spirit was on the verge of breaking out, and Chang Zhao asked in a voice: "The battle just now was clearly a draw, so why do you break the contract?"

Ying Qi spat and said, "Go away, I have a shitty appointment with you."

Chang Zhao's face was contorted with anger: "You...how can you be so shameless——"

Ying Qi sneered: "I'm really shameless, but you guys are dirtier than me. I'll say it one last time, get out!"

Chang Zhao held the sword in front of him and said, "I will never let you in."

"Okay, you were the one who was unreasonable first, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

Yingqi seemed to be red-eyed, forgetting the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, he pulled out the knife from the person around him, held it in his hand, and aimed at Chang Zhao's direction, ready to go.

Duan Changya seemed to have a premonition, and shouted: "Chang Zhao, stop!"

Chang Zhao didn't listen.

The most humble, diligent, and reliable disciple in Tianjimen, this time he violated the order of the young master, made his own decisions, and made the worst decision.

"The head is my mentor! If you dare to touch my master, I will kill you!"

"Try it if you have the guts!" Ying Qi stared round his eyes, swung the steel knife, and chopped off the top of Chang Zhao's head in a posture of chopping mountains and rocks.

Even Liu Hongfeng frowned, staring at the battle situation closely, and let out an inaudible sigh from the depths of his throat.

It was not Chang Zhao who sighed, but Ying Qi.

The reckless sword technique is full of loopholes, with brute strength but no skill, how could he be able to match the sword technique of Tianjimen.

At the same time as the steel knife fell, Chang Zhao raised his arm and swung the sword.

With a flash of silver light, Eagle Flag's head flew out.

The death came so suddenly that everyone fell into astonishment for a moment, and they froze in place without any reaction.

Chang Zhao's sword was fast and sharp, causing Ying Qi to decapitate in an instant.The bowl-sized wound was splashed with blood, staining the surrounding ground red.Even the white cloth covering Duan Qichang's body was stained with a ferocious red.

The old blood is covered with new blood, and death is like a wheel rolling non-stop, involving everyone in it.

It wasn't until Yingqi's head rolled down to his feet that everyone woke up like a dream. The Wulin people were only pale, but the mourners screamed and fell into panic.

They came here to pay for their lives, and they never imagined that in such a short period of time, another person in their team lost his life.

They all witnessed Yingqi's death a short distance away, and they have seen how exquisite and swift Tianjimen's swordsmanship is.To take a person's life is actually easier than trampling an ant to death.

Originally supported and admired by the common people, and honored as a decent hero, once they get rid of the shackles of the rules, they are like wild beasts breaking free from the rope, fierce and ferocious, and can crush everyone among them at any time.

The fear hidden deep in people's hearts was awakened at this moment, and a murmured voice came from the crowd: "...as long as we disobey your wishes, will we be cut off?" Can you kill people wantonly without reason?"

The instigator of the murder was also stunned.

Chang Zhao lowered his head, with his sword drooping by his side, the point of the sword pointing to the ground, dripping blood unceasingly. The fresh blood was still warm, thick and viscous, and gathered at his feet into a pool of crimson sea.

While he was in a daze, Duan Changya had already returned to his side, pulling him away and protecting him behind him.

He seemed to have finally woken up from a nightmare, and said in a ignorant voice: "Young master, I'm sorry..."

Duan Changya shook his head at him, and said in a low voice, "Go back to the yard first, and don't show up again."

Before Chang Zhao turned around, there was a cry from the crowd, from Yingqi's companion: "He killed the boss, we can't let him run away!"

Duan Changya turned around, faced the angry crowd, and said slowly: "I lost just now, I will keep my promise, and my father's body can be handed over to you."

As if to prove this sentence.He raised the Tianji sword with blood dripping hands, turned the scabbard down, and slowly retracted it into the scabbard.

The sword slammed into the mouth of the sheath, making a crisp sound.It was as if the sound of a bell was broadcast among the crowd, and the sharp edge, which was as bright as day, just disappeared.

Everyone was staring at him intently, as if their eyes were about to burn a hole out of him.

However, his gaze went straight through the eyes of everyone, and fell into Liu Hongfeng's eyes.

Liu Hongfeng stood at the end of the line, separated by a distance of a few meters, separated by a huge crowd, separated by the weeping living and the sleeping dead, and separated by a cruel river of blood, quietly watching what happened.

The eyes of the two met, and Liu Hongfeng seemed to see the moment when Duan Changya's heart was broken.

The last string hanging in Duan Changya's heart finally snapped, and Liu Hongfeng finally got what he wanted, destroying this man's pride and dignity.

Duan Changya lowered his head, his eyes were empty.He took a step aside, preparing to make way for the angry crowd to dispose of his father's body and Tianjimen's family property.

Chang Zhao grabbed his shoulder.

Before he opened his mouth to stop, Chang Zhao had already stood in front of the crowd and said, "Let me tell you, it was my idea to kill people and collect blood."

"What did you say?"

"The reason why the head of the sect collects blood and refines medicine is to listen to my instigation. I want to practice peerless martial arts and glorify the sect. That's why I bewitched the master and asked him to listen to me and take risks," Chang Zhao's eyes flickered among the crowd. Turned around, pointed at the mourning old man, and said, "Last night, I stripped your daughter naked, soaked her in the water, and cut the pulse with my own hands..."

The old man's eyes widened, and he rushed forward recklessly, grabbing Chang Zhao's shoulders: "You...is it really you—?"

"It was me, I did it all," Chang Zhao was pushed and fell to the ground, but quickly stood up again and said, "Anyway, my plan has failed, and Master is gone, if I apologize today with death , I beg you to let go of Tianjimen, let go of the young master. He has been kept in the dark and knows nothing."

His explanation is full of loopholes, and his purpose is obvious.Even the angry old man shook his head, as if he didn't believe his words.

Although his mouth lied, the sword did not lie.Before everyone could answer, he lifted the sword in his hand high, aimed at his abdomen, and stabbed without hesitation.

The center of the flank was exactly where Duan Qichang's fatal wound fell.

The sharp blade quickly penetrated the flesh and destroyed the internal organs.

Chang Zhao fell to his knees and vomited a mouthful of blood.

There is a kind of person called a dead man.Either for loyalty, or for ideals, or for spirit, they are willing to give their lives.

Everyone understands that a person cannot be brought back to life after death, and once he loses his life, it is equivalent to losing everything. However, in the hearts of the dead, loyalty, ideals, and spirit are even more important than life, and they are worth protecting at all costs.

Such a person, regardless of life or death, friend or foe, is awe-inspiring.

The angry people backed away from Chang Zhao, watching the blood-stained hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, trembling, while stretching across the blade with all their strength, a long wound was drawn on the abdomen.More blood poured out from the wound, sandwiching the broken viscera, his lips had lost their blood color, his forehead turned purple, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, as if they were about to roll out of their sockets.

His appearance made people dare not take a second look, and dare not imagine what kind of pain he had endured.

His body tilted and he fell to the ground. However, the abdominal wound did not cause him to die quickly. He just lay on the spot with blood foam in his mouth, his hands and feet twitched, his limbs were curled up in a pool of blood like a newborn, and his teeth leaked. Let out a weak and hoarse whine.

His enemies, his companions, were all overwhelmed by his death, speechless.

Finally, a young man came forward, Qi Shun from Xiling Village.

Qi Shun didn't know Chang Zhao, but he couldn't bear to see Chang Zhao continue to suffer.He frowned tightly, bit his lip, picked up Chang Zhao's saber from the pool of blood, raised it with both hands, aimed at Chang Zhao's back neck and chopped it down.

Chang Zhao's head rolled down from his neck and was next to Yingqi's head.

In the silence, Qi Shun's voice sounded, and the originally bright voice of the young man was stained by the heavy tone, making it look extraordinarily gloomy.

He said: "Everyone, the sinners of Tianjimen are dead, and their crimes have been announced to the world. Even if we smashed Duan Qichang's body into thousands of pieces and burned the yard in front of us, what's the point? Today we have formed a hatred with the Duan family. In the future, in order to fill up the hatred, more blood will be shed. Is it necessary to repay the grievances and not stop until everyone is dead? Have you forgotten why we practice martial arts and practice chivalry? Jianghu, is it really what we want?"

Qi Shun's question shocked everyone's heart.

People are dissatisfied with the decline of the world and the corruption of officials, so they join the rivers and lakes, trying to find justice and make great achievements.

However, today they stand in front of the Tianji Gate, but they are blinded by their selfishness. Rather than advocating justice, they want to witness the fall of the Tianji Gate, want to pull the famous family from the clouds into the mortal world, and want to make a name for themselves. , witness history.

Everyone acts for profit and selfishness, just as wild animals compete for food and territory. This is human nature and it cannot be eradicated.

But the reason why people are human is because they have beliefs beyond their nature.

Chang Zhao used his own life to wake up everyone from their deep sleep.Only then did people recall that there are such brave dead soldiers in the world, even if they sacrifice their lives, they must defend loyalty and righteousness to the end.

Even if the world is cold, there is still blood boiling in the world.

The wind blows up a fallen flower, passes through the empty and desolate garden, climbs over the courtyard wall, and lands on the body of the deceased.

People put down their weapons one after another.

At dusk, Tianji Gate finally returned to tranquility.

Chang Zhao exchanged his own sacrifice for a short period of peace. The funeral people carried away the coffin, and the martial arts people also left one after another. The bodies of Duan Qichang and Chang Zhao were preserved and buried safely.

Changgong carefully cleaned the front of the Duan Mansion, washing away the blood stains left today. The ground paved with blue bricks and stones was clean and bright, and there were no traces of struggle at all. However, the shadow left in people's hearts was not so easy to erase .This contest without a winner is destined to be recorded in the annals of martial arts with shame.

The dead are gone, but what is left to the living is a mess.

Duan Changya finally bought two coffins and buried Duan Qichang and Chang Zhao.The bodies of the two were buried in the inner courtyard, next to the tomb of their mother Nangong Jin.

Duan Qichang's tombstone is as simple as that of Princess Pingnan back then. When he was invited to preside over the martial arts conference, he never imagined that he would be buried on Yingzhou Island. There was no funeral ceremony, no ceremony, no grand scene of thousands of people mourning, and no expectations when he died. The honor and decency in the school is only the eyes full of doubts cast from time to time by the disciples in the sect.

Chang Zhao and the Duan family are not close relatives. According to the rules of the world, the obituary and mourning money should be sent to Chang Zhao's hometown and handed over to Chang's relatives.But Chang Zhao was born in poverty, his parents were farmers in the countryside, they passed away a few years ago, and Duan Changya couldn't leave Yingzhou Island for a while, so he had to decide on his own to bury Chang Zhao and his teacher together.

Although the foreign enemies temporarily retreated, people in the Tianji Sect were still in panic. Duan Changya had already received resignation letters from several young disciples, and they were still in custody.It was originally a big taboo to betray the teacher's school, but the current situation is extraordinary, as the so-called tree falls and the monkeys scatter, seeing that the reputation of Tianjimen is not guaranteed, and no one wants to perish with the sinners, the hearts of the lost people may be difficult to unite as before.

Duan Changya stood under the setting sun, his face extremely pale.The servants passed by from a distance, and they deliberately walked around to avoid meeting him. Only Nangong You walked through the courtyard gate, walked through the long corridor, and came to him.

"Chang Ya, why don't you go to rest, are you still here exposed to the wind and the sun?"

Duan Changya said: "Tonight is the first night of Father and Junior Brother Chang, I want to see them off."

Nangongyou saw the two long night candles beside the tomb, sighed lowly, and said, "That's fine, then I'll decline Hallmaster Song's invitation first."

"Master Song?" Duan Changya was surprised, "He wants to see me?"

Nan Gongyou nodded and said: "He just came to the door in person and said he has something important to discuss with you, and he is waiting in the front hall right now, but you are really tired today, so I will refuse him for now, let's discuss anything else until tomorrow. "

"Uncle," Duan Changya called Nangongyou, "you don't have to wait until tomorrow, I'll go see him now."

When he came to the main hall, Duan Changya was still wearing black and white mourning clothes, with his hair loose behind his back.Although he was used to plain clothes, his appearance at this moment was not as vibrant as usual.

Song Yungui saw his figure, and immediately got up to greet him with his cane: "Young Master Duan, you are really haggard. I heard His Royal Highness said that you were injured yesterday and fell asleep. Do you still feel unwell at this moment?"

Duan Changya bowed and said, "It doesn't matter anymore."

Nangongyou led the two of them to sit down, while he sat aside, Song Yungui's eyes kept lingering on Duan Changya.Duan Changya saw the other party's suspicion, and took the initiative to say: "What advice does Hall Master Song have, just speak out, don't worry about it."

Song Yungui said: "Since that's the case, I won't be polite to you anymore. Right now, there are internal and external troubles in the Tianji Gate, so you must not be at ease. Therefore, I came to the gate to bother you, just to discuss and send a matter with you."

Duan Changya's face froze: "Bundling?"

"That's right. Today, the vitality of the Ji family is seriously injured, and the two murders are made public. It is inevitable that they will be gossiped by the martial arts people, but the disciples in the school, including you, have been implicated for no reason. I think it's better to take this opportunity to change their appearance and make Tianji The door is merged into the Dongfeng Hall, for everyone, it is an opportunity to cleanse your grievances and start anew."

Duan Changya couldn't hide his surprise.Although he had long expected that someone would spy on the foundation of Tianji Gate, he never expected that this day would come so soon.

Tianjimen is the most famous swordsmanship school in Wulin. It is carefully managed by several generations of the Duan family.

Song Yungui looked calm, not in a hurry, just quietly waiting for Duan Changya's response, like a hunter guarding the trap, patiently waiting for the prey to fall into the net.

The hunter knew that the prey had to go into his net, because it was freezing all around and there was no way to go, only the remnants of a bonfire beside his trap.

After a long time, Duan Changya asked: "Does Master Song mean to let me give up the position of head?"

Song Yungui shook his head and said: "Where, I didn't intend to snatch your position. Tianji swordsmanship is well-known in the world and is the pride of martial arts. Of course, you must continue to pass it on. Compared with me as a businessman, the disciples in the sect must be more willing to listen to you It’s just that you’re still young, you’re a junior after all, and if you encounter major events in the future, it’s better for me to help you arrange them. Since then, the two factions of Tianjimen Dongfengtang will work together and advance side by side, and the future will be brighter.”

These beautiful words are nothing more than to make Duan Changya a puppet and control him from now on.

Duan Changya frowned, showing resistance in his eyes.

Song Yungui was not in a hurry, but continued: "To tell you the truth, just before you came, I had a brief conversation with several disciples, and they also agreed with Bingpai's proposal. I told them that young people should have high aspirations, No matter where you are, what kind of name you have, as long as you have a chivalrous heart and never forget your original heart, you will be able to achieve great things sooner or later."

After Song Yungui finished speaking, he looked at the other party with a smile, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident - if Duan Changya refused to join him, he would have the ability to take away his cronies and leave him to perish alone.

Duan Changya turned his gaze to the side and asked, "What do you think, His Royal Highness?"

Nangong said worryingly: "Now you are the head of Tianji Sect, so I naturally respect your opinion."

Duan Changya looked out of the window for a short while, and the sun was setting, bringing the towering pavilions and spacious gardens into twilight.There are countless sleepless people hiding in the twilight, waiting for his decision.

How can there be so much ease and willfulness in the world. The reason why he lived a chic and free life in the past was because someone built a shelter for him behind him.

But is that blessing really justified?How radiant his sword is, is it worth the death of innocent people?In order to protect the honor of the Duan family, his father committed an unforgivable felony.Now, the honor and disgrace of the ancestors are placed on his shoulders, turning into heavy shackles, bending his back.

That frank young man died that night.

After tonight, he can only live in chains.

He turned to Song Yungui, and said, "I accept the proposal of consorting."

The rising galaxy flickers in the dark blue night, waiting for the moon to pass, and a new round of bright light shines through the darkness.

However, the sharp sword that pierced the sky has been shelved by Duan Changya, and it has been eclipsed.

Hearing Duan Changya's words, a bright smile appeared on Song Yungui's face: "Young Master Duan is really a cheerful person, it seems that the remarks I prepared in advance are superfluous, and tonight I will share the good news with Dongfeng Hall Brethren share."

Song Yungui's tone was full of joy, as if he was announcing a big happy event, Duan Changya could only put on a smile and reluctantly agreed.The proud son of heaven has never lowered his head in front of people, but time has passed, and he has fallen from the clouds and fell into a chaotic quagmire.

After Song Yungui left, he would also announce the news of the merged faction to the public. Tonight is probably the last night for the Tianji Gate to exist in Jianghu.Chang Zhao sacrificed his life to defend the destination, but finally gave it up to others.

But as long as he agrees to Song Yungui's request and is sent together with Dongfengtang, the rest of the Tianjimen disciples can wash away their stigma, get rid of their crimes, regain their face, straighten their backs, and behave in an upright manner.

In Duan Changya's eyes, the future of these people is much more important than the signboard of Tianjimen.In order to fulfill his former colleagues, he was willing to lose the fact that he was the head of the sect and the glory of his ancestors.Even if he becomes Duan's sinner, he will not hesitate.

However, the price Song Yungui demanded from him did not stop there.

"By the way, can you lend me the seal of the sect master?"

Duan Changya narrowed his eyes: "Tianji Sect doesn't have the seal of the head of the sect. My father communicated with others, but he just stamped the seal of Duan's family at the end of the book. It is the Tianji Sword that is passed down from generation to generation as the head token. If Hall Master Song wants to If you want, I'll take it and offer it up."

Song Yungui immediately waved his hand: "The Tianji Sword is your saber, even if I took it, it would be a waste of money. To be honest, what I want to borrow is the family seal you mentioned."

"May I ask Hallmaster Song what is the purpose of asking for the family seal?"

"It's nothing serious. However, the wind and waves on the sea have gradually receded in the past two days, and navigation will resume soon. I have sent people to build a boat today, and tomorrow I will send a letter to the Lin'an government office to ask for help."

Duan Changya showed surprise, he almost forgot that the outside world is still not aware of the many drastic changes that have taken place on Yingzhou Island these days.

Song Yungui said: "You also know that the situation on the island is complicated. I hope that the Lin'an government can send some more manpower and ships to rescue the martial arts people trapped on the island safely, but I don't know the people in the government. Aroused suspicion and delayed the business. Your father has always been friendly with the government, I think it will be easier to send the letter in his name. Of course, the family seal is only temporarily borrowed, and it will be returned to you after use. "

Duan Changya looked at the other party, doubtful.

Song Yungui saw that he didn't answer for a long time, so he asked: "From now on, everyone will be their own, so Mr. Duan can't believe me?"

The four eyes met, Song Yungui's eyes were sharp, and even the smile on his face couldn't hide the coldness in his eyes.

After a while, Duan Changya replied: "I understand, but this junior also has a merciless request."

"But it's okay to say." Yuxi added.

"Father's personal belongings are stored very carefully. Even if I go to pick them up, I will inevitably have to rummage through the box and make a lot of noise. Tonight is his memorial night, and I don't want to disturb him. Can I wait until tonight? Tomorrow morning, I will personally send someone to deliver the family seal to Dongfeng Hall."

"Of course there is no problem," Song Yungui nodded in agreement, "And they will be dispatched soon. Your mansion may not be enough. Don't bother you tomorrow morning. I will send someone to pick them up."

"Okay, then there's work."

Now that the reason for the merger has been negotiated, Song Yungui intends to leave.Duan Changya kept sending the guests to the door. When the two shook hands and said goodbye, Song Yungui suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said, "By the way, I plan to send Liu Hongfeng to pick up the family seal tomorrow morning."

Hearing this name, Duan Changya couldn't help but startled, his face suddenly changed and became rather stiff.

Song Yungui went on to say: "I have heard that today, in front of the gate of this mansion, the two of you fought with your back, the battle was exciting and fierce, and the injury on your arm was also caused at that time."

Duan Changya nodded and said, "That's true."

His arm had been carefully bandaged, and at this moment, the assassin felt faint pain again. Compared with the scar on his arm, the deeper pain seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, an invisible place.

Song Yungui said in a chatty tone: "Actually, I just heard that Liu Hongfeng has been investigating the old case ten years ago."

Duan Changya said: "Among the dead in the bloody clothes case, one was his mother."

Song Yungui's eyes fell on Duan Changya's face, he condensed for a moment, and said: "To tell you the truth, I admire Liu Hongfeng quite a lot, and I plan to recruit him into Dongfeng Hall. From now on, the two of you will be of the same sect. .”

Facing Song Yungui's meaningful smile, Duan Changya couldn't help being stunned.

Song Yungui continued: "No matter how deep the hatred was back then, it was also a past event between the fathers. Both of you are rare talents today. It would be a pity if you turned against each other because of old grievances. You might as well take advantage of the opportunity to meet tomorrow and have a good time." Let's talk about it and settle the suspicion, Song is looking forward to a great future with the two of you."

After bidding farewell to Song Yun and returning, Duan Changya still stood in place.Like an outsider, he looked at the home that was full of people and things behind him, but his heart was empty, as if blown through by a gust of cool wind.

Whether it is love or hate, they all pass away quietly in the night.In his empty heart, is there really room for others?

Early the next morning.

It's only been five days since I came to Yingzhou Island, but it seems like a lifetime has passed, Liu Hongfeng couldn't help but think so when he looked at the smoke from the kitchen on the willow slope.

The smoke was slow and leisurely, drifting from house to house, blending with the mist in the mountains in the early morning, bringing him a rare sense of peace, no matter how turbulent the rivers and lakes are, there are still people living an ordinary life on this island.

A new grave was added to the cemetery outside the town. There were about a dozen relatives of the deceased. They stayed all night for the wake last night. Now they are returning to the town along the field. A group of people, old and young, men and women, Most of them had red eyes, lowered their heads, and looked tired in their steps, as if they might collapse at any moment.But no one fell down, and the vigilant crowd was still walking forward, walking very slowly, with hunched shoulders like straw bent by the snow, silently carrying the lost life, and moving forward with difficulty.

Liu Qian had the experience of practicing medicine in the Bamboo Hospital, and he was well acquainted with the people in the town. After the shopkeeper Liu who opened the pharmacy was killed, he lived in the vacant pharmacy.

Early in the morning, he was sitting on a rattan chair in the middle of the yard, his thin body curled up in a ball, his head tilted, concentrating on pounding herbs.Those injured in Xilingzhai are still waiting for his care.

Seeing Liu Hongfeng come back, he immediately pouted and turned his head away.

Liu Hongfeng only thought it was a little funny, and deliberately raised his voice and asked: "Is there any breakfast, I'm about to starve to death."

Liu Qian ignored his stomach and asked instead: "Have you seen Duan Changya?"

Liu Hongfeng shook his head and said, "No."

"Didn't you go to Duan's mansion to get something?"

"I went, but they just sent someone to deliver the things to the door, and didn't even welcome me in, let alone come to see me in person, who made me not face enough."

Liu Qian snorted and said, "You deserve it, who told you to lie to him."

Liu Hongfeng shook his head, and said: "You brat, since you are so worried about him, why don't you go find him yourself, why are you arguing with me here?"

Liu Qian was so angry that he stomped his feet, and stopped taking the medicine in his hand, and went straight to Liu Hongfeng, raised his head and said, "I'm worried about you, you don't want to hang out with Song."

Liu Hongfeng didn't expect to hear Song Yungui's name in Liu Qian's mouth, and couldn't help showing surprise: "What do you mean being together? Hallmaster Song has beautiful women to accompany him, and I'm just an errand runner. Don't get me wrong."

Liu Qian became impatient, frowned and said, "I'm not joking with you."

Liu Hongfeng put away her playful expression and asked, "Then tell me seriously, what's wrong with me helping Song Yungui?"

Wrinkles formed at the base of Liu Qian's nose: "There's nothing wrong with it, I don't like Song, he's not a good person at all."

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help laughing: "There are all kinds of people in the world, how can you simply use one sentence to distinguish good from bad? You are still young, so don't get involved in adult affairs."

Liu Qian hated being treated like a child the most, so she immediately showed annoyance, and raised her voice: "Do you think I'm a fool? Early this morning, the news of the merger of Tianjimen and Dongfengtang was spread, and even the old man who sold wontons We all know. The person surnamed Song handed Mo Xie Sword to you yesterday, making it clear that he wanted you to bully Duan Changya, and hide in the dark by himself, and wait until everyone hates the Duan family. Pretend to be a good person. Even a kid like me can see that Song Yungui just wants to use you, Duan Changya is the one who saved your life, you help bad people bully good people, aren't you stupid?"

These words were like a cannonball, choking back the excuses in Liu Hongfeng's throat. Liu Hongfeng could only wait patiently for him to finish before shaking his head, and said: "What you saw is indeed true, but it's just a drop in the bucket. If Right and wrong in the arena are as simple as you said, how can there be grievances, bloodshed, and hatred in the world. You are a child, so you can do whatever you want, but adults also have their own difficulties."

Liu Qian dropped the medicine bowl in his hand heavily, walked quickly to Liu Hongfeng, and said, "I have little knowledge, and I don't know as much as you, but whether you are an adult or a child, can you forget the root cause if you know more? ?”