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At this moment, the master slowly walked up to Feng Wuhen with the Demon God's Saber, and asked respectfully.

"Destroy it. Since it contains the killing intent of the demon god, it is an ominous thing. Keeping it is also a disaster for the world."

Feng Wuhen said lightly.

"But this knife is made of thousand-year-old black iron. It is so strong that it may be difficult to refine."

The master frowned and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wuhen, who was holding the jug in one hand, suddenly bent his left middle finger slightly, flicked it lightly, and then a powerful force shot out from his fingertips like lightning, and hit him instantly. The blade of the Devil's Sword!

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound, and looking at the Demon God's Knife, it turned into countless fragments in an instant, leaving only the bare handle.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked again, and looked at Feng Wuhen's ordinary finger in disbelief.

However, it was Master who was even more surprised, because he suddenly discovered that at this time, Feng Wuhen's cultivation level had improved again!He has never seen anyone who can instantly improve his cultivation level in actual combat.

Immediately afterwards, he understood that this was deliberately done by Feng Wuhen for him to show off his strength.

The implication of this, the Master immediately understood.

"Congratulations to the Pavilion Master, now that the Heavenly Palace of the Divine Realm has been completely eradicated, and the Xianqing Continent has finally been pacified, let's forget about the Pavilion Master's concern."

The master cupped his hands and said respectfully.

"sit."

Feng Wuhen glanced at Master, pointed to the position opposite him, and said calmly.

The master was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly sat across from Feng Wuhen. Looking at Feng Wuhen, he couldn't help being a little restless, not knowing what Feng Wuhen was going to do.

"You're right, the Xianqing Continent has finally settled down, but I still have one thing that I can't let go of. I wonder if Master can help me finish it?"

Looking at the bright moon in the night sky, Feng Wuhen said calmly.

"What's on your mind?"

The master swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively.

"I'm leaving Xianqing Continent, and maybe I won't come back, but there is someone I can't let go of in Lingdu City, I wonder if Master can help me protect her?"

Feng Wuhen withdrew his gaze, looked at the master, and asked word by word, staring straight at the master.

"What? The cabinet wants to go?"

The master was obviously taken aback when he heard it, and asked in surprise, but he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason in his heart.

"Can I entrust her and the Lingdu Dynasty to you?"

Feng Wuhen didn't answer Master's question, still staring straight at Master, and asked again.

"Pavilion master, don't worry, before you come back, I will definitely not let her have any trouble with Lingdu Dynasty!"

The master looked at Feng Wuhen seriously, and said firmly.

"it is good!"

Feng Wuhen nodded in satisfaction, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The pavilion master really wants to leave?"

Master asked hesitantly.

"It's time to go. This place doesn't belong to me. No matter whether it's fate or a coincidence, it's over. Kyushu is my home and our home."

Feng Wuhen nodded, while talking, he turned his head to look at Lu Xiaofeng, Ximen Chuuxue and others.

Looking at Feng Wuhen, Lu Xiaofeng and the others couldn't help showing a meaningful smile.

Looking at these people, Feng Wuhen suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart. Along the way, only half of the people brought out before were left.

He can't let all these people die here, it's time to go back.

"Since the Pavilion Master has made a decision, I won't say anything more, but as long as the fairy trail is still there, the Xianqing Continent is also the Pavilion Master's home, as long as the Pavilion Master wants to come back, he can come back anytime."

"Please rest assured, Pavilion Master, as long as I am alive, there will be no mistakes in Lingdu City."

The master cupped his hands and said seriously.

Feng Wuhen nodded in satisfaction, didn't speak any more, raised his head and took a sip of wine, an indescribable smile flashed across his mouth...

Chapter 426 The Eve of Farewell

Lingdu City.

Today's Lingdu City seems to be a bit different than ever before, and even the air seems to be filled with a layer of sadness.

The faces of the passers-by on the street were solemn. I don't know why my mood became a little gloomy from the moment I went out. The originally good mood suddenly disappeared.

outside the city gate.

A black carriage, surrounded by more than a dozen fast horses, drove slowly, and walked into Lingdu City unsteadily.

The carriage moved very slowly, as if he cherished the bluestone floor under his feet, and couldn't bear to trample on it, or couldn't bear to go through every inch of land in the city so quickly.

After a long time, the carriage stopped at the gate of Tianyahai Pavilion, and then the brocade was lifted, and Feng Wuhen walked out of the carriage slowly.

Standing on the shaft of the car, Feng Wuhen looked up at the building in front of him, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.A trace of indescribable reluctance suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"This should be the last time I come back, right?"

Feng Wuhen looked at the four big characters in Tianya Haige, and muttered to himself.

After sighing, Feng Wuhen slowly got out of the carriage and walked towards the building.

There are still several jars of imperial wine sent by Lan Xinyu, it seems that he will not return home if he is not drunk tonight.

Lu Xiaofeng and the others also got off their horses and walked into the building, none of them could see any joy on their faces. Although the Xianqing Continent was not where they originally lived, after this period of time, they have already regarded this place as their own. Home, because Feng Wuhen is here.

"Master, when are we leaving?"

Lu Xiaofeng walked a few steps, came behind Feng Wuhen, and asked in a low voice.

This may be the answer everyone wants to know the most right now.

Each of them was filled with two emotions of reluctance and longing, and they couldn't tell what it was like.

"Tomorrow morning."

Feng Wuhen said something lightly, and walked upstairs.

He wants to sleep, because his mind is too messed up now, and he needs to be alone for a while. He is afraid that if he wakes up for too long, he will be even more reluctant to leave here.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's answer, Lu Xiaofeng and the others froze in place, looking at the back of Feng Wuhen who was walking all the way to the second floor, they were all silent.

They thought that even if Feng Wuhen left, he would not leave in such a hurry.

But they all seemed to understand in their hearts, and understood why the pavilion master was so depressed at this time.

"Take out all the wine, if you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home."

Before entering the door, Feng Wuhen said something lightly, then walked into the room and closed the door tightly.

Lu Xiaofeng and the others stood in the hall, silent for a long time.

"Okay, just do as the pavilion master said, go get the bar."

Ximen Chuuxue was the first to look away, turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng, and said slowly.

He can understand the current mood of the Pavilion Master, just like when he decided to leave Kyushu and come to Xianqing Continent, he has a deep understanding of the feeling of reluctance.

"All of us can see it, but why don't they pierce that layer of window paper? Do they have to do this? When we leave tomorrow, we don't know when we will see you again."

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said puzzledly.

"Don't talk about the pavilion master behind his back. He has his own difficulties. We should not ask about it. Okay, everyone should leave. The journey is very tiring. Go back and have a rest, and drink with the pavilion master at night."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice.

Everyone shook their heads helplessly, turned and returned to their rooms.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, went to bring out all the imperial wine, put it on the table, and went to the best restaurant in the city to order three tables of the best meals, ordering them to be delivered in the evening.

Just like that, the entire Lingdu City was greeted by a sad atmosphere as the sky gradually darkened. No one knew where the sad atmosphere came from.

...

Royal Palace.

Sleeping Dragon Hall.

Lan Xinyu stood in front of the gate of the main hall, leaning on the door frame, looking in the direction of the palace gate, she didn't move for a long time, even her feet almost lost consciousness and still didn't realize it.

She was waiting, waiting for that person to appear.

But she was also afraid of that person appearing, because once he appeared, it would inevitably be a heart-rending farewell.

"My lord, don't wait any longer, you have been standing here for almost a day, go back and rest."

Xue Shu looked at Lan Xinyu with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice, with an indescribable sympathy on his face.

"Is he really not coming?"

Lan Xinyu looked in the direction of the palace gate, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself.

"The old slave has already gone to inquire. I heard that Master Feng went into his room as soon as he returned to Tianyahai Pavilion and never came out. He said that he wanted to drink with the people of Tianyahai Pavilion all night."

Xue Shu hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.

Hearing Xue Shu's words, a trace of disappointment flashed across Lan Xinyu's face again, and her eyes turned red.

"Then later, you will personally deliver the ten altars of imperial wine. Since you want to drink it, let them drink it all at once."

Lan Xinyu looked up at the bright moon in the night, and said slowly.

After the words fell, she turned around and walked towards the hall in a lonely manner.

But she forgot that her legs had already lost all feeling, and as soon as she turned around, she almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Lan Jian at the side hastily rushed over, reaching out to support Lan Xinyu.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Lan Xinyu gave a wry smile, waved his hands, pushed Lan Jian away, and limped to the inside, but the tears in his eyes could not help but drip down his cheeks.

She held back, not allowing herself to let out the slightest sob.

This is her last strength.

Lan Jian stood where he was, looked at Lan Xinyu's limping back, and suddenly understood something in his heart.

She was not willing to let the pavilion master leave, but she was not as desperate as Lan Xinyu, she could hold back.

This is enough to show that my concern for the pavilion master is far less than Lan Xinyu's enthusiasm and pain.

...

night.

There was a gentle breeze, and light rain fell from the sky, hitting the roof tiles and soaking the entire Lingdu city.

It seems that even God felt the sadness in this city and wanted to use a rain to baptize it.

Wash away the sadness, wash away all the haze.

Tianyahai Pavilion.

In the hall, Lu Xiaofeng and others sat around three tables, all of them silent.

There was good food and wine on the table, but no one touched it.

They were waiting for the pavilion master to come out of the room on the second floor.

The reluctance before leaving filled everyone's heart.

Feng Wuhen wasn't the only one who didn't want to leave here, so did they. After all, they spent many days and nights here and experienced countless bloody storms.

At this moment, there was a sound of opening the door, and Feng Wuhen walked out of the room slowly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone in the hall turned their heads to look over, and forcibly hid their depressed mood by the way.

Feng Wuhen glanced at the hall, and walked down the stairs slowly.

"Wait?"

Feng Wuhen walked down and asked with a smile.

The haze that had covered his face before had dissipated, and he returned to his usual appearance.