The oriental leader wears the book

In the middle of the night, the courtyard of the head of the Jingfeng sect suddenly brightened like day. The disciples of Jingfeng who rushed over heard the voice and saw the head kneeling on the ground from the wide open door, and there seemed to be two people sitting on the ground with their backs facing each other. Master Uncle.

Although they still don't know what happened, but seeing this scene, those disciples didn't care about the rules and rushed in directly.When it was discovered that the uncle of the third master was dead, people knelt down in the yard instantly.

What happened in the yard had nothing to do with Si Kou Lingtian who had already left, but when he came out of the yard, he did not leave Jingfeng but walked towards the peak.

The places of the Jingfeng faction behind him lit up one after another, but the direction he was heading was getting darker and darker.

It was already autumn at this time, and the wind gusts at night brought a bit of coldness, but the person who came to the peak and sat on a boulder didn't seem to notice it.

He didn't have much memory of the smaller things, but he still had some memories of the first time he arrived at the Lin family.When his mother first left, the Lin family treated him very well for Jiuxiu swordsmanship, and people around him kept telling him that his father was a great hero who saved the Central Plains martial arts.At that time, he decided to learn martial arts in the future and become a person as powerful as his father.

But after an unknown period of time, the Lin family gradually treated him indifferently, and few people cared about him except food and clothing.When he was old enough to practice martial arts, the Lin family discovered that Mo Shuo had the same talent for martial arts as his father, and he couldn't practice martial arts because of blocked veins.

Not being able to practice martial arts is nothing to ordinary people, but in the eyes of the Lin family, who is a martial arts family, he is quite a useless person.No one cared about his eating and drinking anymore, anyone could laugh at him, and the young master of the Lin family took pleasure in bullying him.

In such difficult days, he also thought about how great it would be if his parents were still there.When he grows up a bit, he knows that there is nothing if in this world, and when he thinks that his father died to save the entire martial arts world, he admires it and at least comforts him in his heart.

But after knowing the truth from an accident, knowing that his father didn't have to die, his mother wouldn't go after his father's death, and he didn't have to live with others and suffer so much, he began to hate those ungrateful people who would repay their kindness with revenge.

Sometimes Si Kou Lingtian even thought, if he hadn't met Dongfang Bubai, if he hadn't felt the warmth from him, if he hadn't been so concerned about him, he might have ruined the Central Plains martial arts that failed to his father because of the hatred in his heart.

Thinking of Dongfang Bubai, the person who was blowing the cold wind felt an indescribable warmth in his heart, the cold expression on his face gradually softened, and the fierce killing intent around him gradually disappeared.

I don't know when I fell in love with that person.Maybe it was the first time I saw him, and I felt that he was dressed in red, dazzling like the red sun in the sky when it fell into the world, and I had already remembered it in my heart, and then I put him in my heart little by little as we got along.

The corners of his lips slowly rose into a smile, Si Kou Lingtian finally no longer recalled the past.

"I can't go back to the past. After all, I still have the East."

Just chanting his name, Si Kou Lingtian felt a throbbing in his heart.

Raising his hand to cover his heart, Si Kou Lingtian felt that he missed him again.

Touching the sword he gave him at his waist, Si Kou Lingtian took out a handkerchief embroidered with peonies from his bosom, and without knowing what, he suddenly showed a gentle smile.

A gust of wind blows the black floating clouds, and the few lonely stars on the already moonless sky are also blocked from the light, and the sky becomes even darker in an instant.

A faintly visible white figure on the peak also disappeared suddenly after this gust of wind.

Not long after, that white figure appeared at the foot of Jingfeng, and then disappeared into the night.

After a few days, the Jingfeng faction hung up white sails and held the funeral in a low-key manner.

However, no matter how low-key it is, with the name of the Jingfeng faction in the arena, many people who heard the news came to worship uninvited.

Just when many Jianghu people rushed to the Jingfeng faction, news of the death of the owner of Tianhe Village suddenly came.

After hearing the news, the head of the Jingfeng sect, who had become taciturn recently, became even more silent.

Tianhezhuang was also one of the first-class forces in the Jianghu decades ago, although it is gradually declining now, after all, a dead camel is bigger than a horse.Therefore, knowing that the owner of Tianhe Manor and several masters around him were killed, people in the world couldn't help but speculate.

The Jianghu people from the Jingfeng School turned their heads and rushed to Tianhe Village after paying homage, but before they arrived at Tianhe Village, they heard that the two elders of the Zhao family and the second lord of the Bohai Sect had died.

Now the whole Jianghu was in an uproar, and they all speculated about what would happen next.

Not to mention the small powers in the rivers and lakes or the idle rangers who speculated in private, the major families and factions in the martial arts began to inquire about the accidents.

Just when the underworld guessed which side would be unlucky next, the gamble was set up, and nothing happened for several days in a row.

In the nameless villa, since Si Kou Lingtian left, Dongfang Bubai didn’t bother to eat three meals a day. Most of the time he used the snacks, dried meat, fruits, etc. he left behind when he was hungry, or he simply picked them up. Drink a jar of wine, and occasionally go to the mountains to catch game and roast it.

The white gauze screen in the room had been embroidered a long time ago, with a picture of peonies and colorful butterflies on it.Dongfang Bubai also dug out some of the cloth in the cupboard, pulled out some red cloth and made a few clothes for himself, and unknowingly made a few azure robes.

After glancing at the outer robe in his hand, he threw it to the foot of the couch. Dongfang Bubai lay down on his side, holding the needle still wearing azure silk thread in his hand, playing with it, his eyes half closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

quack……

Dongfang Bubai was usually very tolerant towards those chirping birds, but now he suddenly heard the ear-piercing crow, although his expression remained unchanged, the needle in his hand suddenly flew out.

The crow sitting on the courtyard wall seemed to feel bad, but when it just spread its wings, it was brought down to the ground by a silver light.

ga-

The crow on the ground made a final long cry, and the surroundings fell silent again.

Although the needle was shot, the thread at the end of the needle was not cut off just now. At this moment, one end of the azure thread was vaguely connected to the dead crow at the foot of the wall, and the other end was in the basket on the soft couch in the pavilion.

A pair of white hands reached into the bamboo basket, pinched the thread with slender fingers as if pulling it lightly, and then saw the thread began to disappear bit by bit towards the foot of the wall.

In the end, everything from the azure thread in the basket on the soft couch to the connected crow turned into powder, as if it never existed in the first place.