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It has been more than ten days since Guardian Zuo led people to encircle and suppress the cult Qingxuan, and in the ten days, there have been successive successes.

At this time, Bai Mu and the other sect leaders were already sitting firmly in the high hall, waiting for the good news to come.

During these ten days, Bai Mu was not able to relax, and handed over everything in his hands to the next leader.

Bai Mu couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart. In the eyes of others, Bai Mu was the leader of the martial arts alliance with countless achievements.But only Bai Mu knows how much he and Zuo Mingyang are in it.How Zuo Mingyang protected him, and how Zuo Mingyang became an imposing Zuo protector from a pirate, he couldn't be more clear.

He didn't talk much, so Zuo Mingyang helped him with things big and small, without stopping.

He is easy to talk, so Zuo Mingyang will use his delicate personality to help him decline the trivial matters of the various heads. If he really can't refuse, he will do it himself.

In the past five years, he and Zuo Mingyang have been like each other, he moves his mouth, Zuo Mingyang moves his legs.

The same is true for this encirclement and suppression of the cult Qingxuan.

It is clear that he is the leader of the martial arts alliance, huh...

What does Zuo Mingyang think of him, Bai Mu's heart is like a mirror.However, due to his status in the past ten years, Zuo Mingyang has been constantly accommodating, and the two of them have never even held hands.But not on the surface, it doesn't mean that you don't want to, don't want to.

But today, it's time to pay back what he owed Zuo Mingyang.

What is success and fame?What is Martial Arts Supreme?Zuo Mingyang always said that instead of being trapped in a cocoon in one's life, it is better to toast the wine to the east wind.

Bai Mu didn't disdain this, he believed that a man should be self-improving, that is, he should care about the martial arts, punish rape and eliminate evil.

But among the billions of mortals, if he is accompanied by Zuo Mingyang... that would be the great fortune of Bai Mu's life.

"Report!"

The blue-clothed boy outside the door ran over in a hurry, but he staggered and tripped over the threshold and fell on the lobby. This made Bai Mu and the other leaders in the hall a little moved.

The little boy didn't care about other things, so he got up all of a sudden: "Report to the lord, half of the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect were encircled and suppressed, and the rest were captured..."

"It's a good thing, why are you crying?"

A person sitting on the side smiled slightly, and quickly interrupted the little boy, but the little boy's face showed a look of defeat, and he just looked at Bai Mu with empty eyes: "But...but the left protector lost to Qingxuan leader... Being stabbed in the chest by that demon... just..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a white robe jumping out of the hall, and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

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"drive!"

The crescent moon hangs upwards, the tragic sound of horseshoes shatters the silence, and the whip-wielding man gallops on the ancient tea-horse road with a look of death.

Zuo Mingyang...

Zuo Mingyang...

A trace of bright red oozes from the cool and thin lower lip, and the rein in his hand cuts his palm like a sharp knife, but it is not as good as the pain in his heart.

Non-stop, disbelief, whether it was fear or unwillingness, Ling Chi knew that his mind was full of thousands of emotions, but at this moment, Bai Mu's mind seemed to be empty, a vast expanse of whiteness.

The white steed never rested day and night, and was finally reined in on the edge of a cliff.

But seeing corpses scattered all over the field in the distance, Bai Mu didn't dare to go in again, and hurriedly rolled over from the tall horse, and staggered towards the crowd, looking a little embarrassed.

"Alliance!"

The sharp-eyed disciple recognized Bai Mu immediately, and Bai Mu grabbed the little disciple's sleeve, his long and narrow pupils were bloodshot, it was the price of day and night.

What is the peerless beauty, what is the name of the martial arts.

At this moment, Bai Mu is just Bai Mu, Bai Mu who only allows one person.

"Left... Zuo Mingyang... Left..."

After three days and three nights of traveling without sleep, Bai Mu's voice became hoarse.The blue-clothed disciple froze immediately when he saw Bai Mu's crazy appearance. In the eyes of everyone, their leader had never called that person like this in front of outsiders. He was always dressed in pure white with a heroic light He said softly, "Zuo Hufa, Zuo Hufa." And this Zuo Mingyang, even the teenage brother felt strange.

But as soon as he heard the words Zuo Mingyang, and then thought about the current situation of that indomitable man, the little disciple's eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Guardian Zuo...he is at the altar of Qingxuan Sect..."

Bai Mu pushed the blue-clothed disciple violently and rushed into the Qingxuan Hall. A disgusting smell of blood rushed to his face. A pair of light work boots stepped on the blood stains all over the ground, stepping on corpses.The hem of the pure white clothes was gradually dyed red, slowly smudged, like balls of flames, as if they wanted to burn him to death.

The empty altar is located on the top of the mountain, and the cold wind hits the ears, like thousands of cold needles cutting straight into the heart.A huge black coffin stood in the middle of the altar, Bai Mu's breathing stopped, and he rushed over in such a hurry.

When the disciples around the wooden coffin saw Bai Mu like this, they gave way one after another.

Today's martial arts leader Bai Mu and Zuo Hufa Zuo Mingyang are called "Shuanglong Going to Sea" by martial arts heroes. The two became famous in a battle at a 15-year-old martial arts conference.

It is true that Zuo Mingyang used to be a Japanese pirate because his apprenticeship was destroyed, but in the eyes of martial arts scholars, Zuo Mingyang is also a young hero who robs the rich and helps the poor. Wulin punishes rape and eradicates evil, and has repeatedly made military exploits.

It is said that heroes cherish heroes, and during Bai Mu's five years as the leader of the martial arts alliance, he only appointed Zuo Mingyang as the Dharma protector, and there was no second person.This time the martial arts heroes fought against Qingxuanjiao. With Zuo Mingyang's careful and ingenious setup, the crusade can be said to be smooth sailing.Unexpectedly, the leader of the Demon Cult used illusion to terrorize the crowd in the end, staining the bluestone with blood.

At the critical moment, Zuo Mingyang did not hesitate to use his body to ward off the spell, and died tragically in the hands of the Qingxuan demon with a sword in his chest. Now he is only over 24 years old, which is really regrettable.

The head of the Yunmei Sword Sect waved his hand, and all the disciples on the altar retreated one after another.On the empty altar, the infested blood on Bai Mu's body was in stark contrast to the pitch-black coffin.

Bai Mu's trembling hands came out of his sleeves. At this moment, he put away the embarrassment of the previous moment and took a sharp breath.

That man shouldn't be sleeping here, no, can't, and won't!

The chaotic thoughts prompted Bai Mu to yell, and slapped his palm on the heavy coffin. With a "bang", the top of the coffin flew out and fell off the altar, shattering on the ground.

In the coffin, the man in black lay there quietly, with a faint smile on his lips.There was no blood on the man's face, as if it had been carefully cleaned by someone, and all three thousand ink hairs were gathered in the black brocade belt.

Bai Mu just watched like this, not daring to move forward, let alone retreat.

He stood there quietly like a bluestone statue, lifeless, as if the person sleeping in that cold wooden coffin was not Zuo Mingyang, but himself.

It seemed as long as eternity, and finally, Bai Mu's pale hand slowly covered Zuo Ming's heroic eyebrows, and slowly slid down, gently copying along the man's high nose. moving.

Bai Mu doesn't smile often, and always has a calm expression on his face, which is completely different from Zuo Mingyang's. However, at this moment, Bai Mu's handsome face is full of smiles. He takes Zuo Mingyang's already stiff right hand, and slowly Covering the side of his face where he had kissed ten days ago, warm tears flowed down Bai Mu's eyes and rolled onto Zuo Mingyang's pale fingertips.

If so, this hand, or this body...wouldn't be so cold anymore.

"Ming, Ming Yang...I'm Bai Mu..."

After ten years of acquaintance, it was the first time that the word Ming Yang spilled from those lips.

But at this time, Bai Mu's ear was filled with a childish glance of the man named Zuo Mingyang, and then he frowned and said in a playful way: "Little Mumu... just call me and let me hear it? Your mouth won't break, and neither will my ears, will they?"

When the prosperity of the three thousand years was all gone and only ended in loneliness, Bai Mu, the leader of a generation of martial arts, just knelt on the bluestone altar.

"Ming Yang..."

Zuo Mingyang, you always say that I have broken my promise to you, so what about this time...

Zuo Mingyang, I, Bai Mu, only failed you for a while, but you failed me for a lifetime.

Zuo Mingyang, tell me... between you and me, who is the biggest liar?