[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Wangjiangya's unbearable killing was like a nightmare. After being captured, Zi Chenjian escaped, triggering heroism and the villain's rematch was in full swing, but Mu Chenfeng lay in the warm bamboo house and slept very peacefully, until the sound of fighting outside the door broke out. Just woke up in a hurry.

Perhaps it was because he had slept for too long, and when he opened his eyes, he felt glaring. The sunlight leaking from the roof made his mind blank and unable to think. Get another sleep.

It's a pity that the sound of swords facing each other was too harsh, Mu Chenfeng regained consciousness after lying down for a while, and gradually realized that the surrounding furnishings were very familiar. After recognizing Song Xiuran's bamboo house, he propped himself up. He held his forehead violently, and instantly recalled the bloody scene.

He killed Li Lingyuan and pierced her heart with a bloody sword, and the despair in her eyes before she died was still fixed in front of her eyes, lingering.

He vowed not to kill innocent people, but he killed his former allies with one sword after another. Up to now, he can vaguely smell the blood in the air. Dark red, the blood dripping from my heart can't be washed away.

After thinking about it carefully, Mu Chenfeng only felt cold and pain all over his body. Although he was not as terrified as before, he still gritted his teeth and trembled. A sense of sadness welled up in his heart. Sitting still drippingly, the amulet is still there, touching the empty spleen and stomach, but feeling the sea of ​​energy is full, and suddenly he was at a loss.

He didn't remember what happened later, how he escaped from Wangjiang Cliff, how he got to the bamboo house and how he woke up, he had no memory at all.He heard a few caring sounds in the light and in the dark, as if he had warm embraces in his muddle, the voices were noisy and intertwined in his dream, making him unable to tell who was talking and what he was talking about. He is a rope, fighting for a chance of life for him.

He knew that he was still alive, he was still alive thanks to the gift of others, he lived through the pain again and then died, and he lived to choose revenge or self-destruction.

Mu Chenfeng struggled to move while pointing at the aching brows. After lying down for too long, his hands and feet became numb, and he lost his center of gravity after exerting a little force, and almost rolled out of bed.His eyesight was quick and his hands stretched to hold the table before he could barely sit down, but he pressed the powder with one hand, and when he raised his palm, he saw the soft pastry turned into powder on the palm of his hand, and there was a faint fragrance.

"Jiang Yuhan..." He almost instinctively called out a name, then froze, sighed and said, "Is...Jiang Yan?"

As the name was spoken, Mu Chenfeng laughed bitterly for a moment.

After all, he still had to face Jiang Yuhan's being dropped, the arrogance and viciousness, the intrigue and inconsistency, the colluding Demon Lord, and the vice envoy doing evil.It's just that Jiang Yan wants to kill him, why is he still alive - after stripping away his belief and hope, he is still alive. Could it be that this is also his means of torturing him?But how did he know about this pastry and why he cared about it...

Mu Chenfeng felt breathless when he thought about it, and when he heard someone shouting loudly outside the door, he hurriedly fished out the neatly stacked clothes at the head of the bed and put them on. Looking up and down, there was no trace of blood stains, so he temporarily went to look for his wearing clothes in peace. Sword, looking around the bamboo house, you can see that the three-foot green peak is leaning against the wall of the door, and the body of the sword is as silver as usual.

This sword was bestowed by the master. The master once said that using this sword often can calm the mind and calm the mind. He has used it for many years and has not seen any abnormalities.At that time, Yang Yiran had explained that he had broken the seal, but now he saw that there was nothing wrong with it, it was probably his fabricated excuse to offend him for controlling people with his piano music.

Mu Chenfeng didn't want to touch the bloody and unbearable killing scene again. After straightening the Dao Crown, his hands and feet recovered.

Unexpectedly, the moment his fingers touched the hilt of the sword, Jiang Yan's distinctly deep voice rang close to his ears:

"I took away your internal energy and killed Guo Yun."

"I instigated infinite changes and killed several strongholds."

"I take advantage of my arrogance to defend against the enemy and seize the ghost king's wealth."

"I've been lying to you all this time, all this time..."

"Zheyi is the Demon Lord, and so am I. I have a share in what he did. I asked Yang Yiran to lead you there, and you are the one who is stupid and believes in such rumors."

"How does it feel to kill an ally with your own hands? Are you sad? Do you want revenge? Just because you have lost all your internal energy and energy, can you hurt me at all?"

"I'm right by your side, waiting for your revenge, but you can't move, isn't it ridiculous? How about I open the door and let everyone see you?"

A question and a sentence uttered by Wan Hua, just like yesterday's words, sounded clear and cruel, overwhelming the eardrums, shaking people's hearts and minds with fear.

Mu Chenfeng recalled the sound that was in his ears, he felt trembling in his heart, he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly in the cold, and Jiang Yan's sneer came into his mind again:

"Otherwise, I will kill Cao Yu and Xiao Song."

"Junior Brother!" Daoist exclaimed in surprise, he didn't care to pay attention to the sudden sound, and slapped open the half-hidden door with his sword.

He was not seriously injured, and after being ill for several days, his skill has not faded. The wooden door banged against the bamboo house. In addition to the cold wind blowing bone, the dazzling white snow, and Cao Yu's ecstatic eyes.

"Chenfeng...Mu Daoist?! Are you really okay?!" Seeing that he was safe and sound, Cao Yu heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, took care of the assassin in front of him and said, "Received Song Xiuran's letter, Master Han I thought the villain was cheating, but fortunately I came to take a look, you...how did you escape?"

The soldiers of the Haoqi League were also surprised with Cao Yu. Mu Chenfeng had no time to fight and didn't want to answer. He hurriedly watched the scene in the courtyard and asked Cao Yu, "Commander Cao, my junior brother... Where is Song Xiuran?"

The assassins outside the door were highly skilled in martial arts, but Cao Yu forced himself to create an open space in front of the bamboo house, stood firm and replied, "I didn't see it, why, he's not here?"

Mu Chenfeng opened his mouth, but before he could open his mouth, he saw tall and bright signaling fireworks ignited in the extremely blue sky. The fireworks were blue, and they were extremely conspicuous even in daytime.

"Oops, that direction is Ye Rong's request for help! Go!" Cao Yu blurted out, and seeing the fireworks one after another, he hurriedly blew his whistle to attract a war horse, jumped up and led people galloping down the mountain.

Mu Chenfeng was no less anxious than him. After his luck was unhindered, he first stepped on the pure Yang Qinggong, which is the best in martial arts, and flew down, stepped on a group of towering tree crowns and thick snow, and headed straight for the place where the signal flare rose rush over.

The two threw off the crowd, ignoring the pain of the cold wind blowing their faces, picked up a group of sneak attacks along the way, and rushed to the vicinity of the shallows one after the other. The soldiers whispered to each other, and when they saw them come to collectively silence their voices, they gave way one after another.

Ye Rong was in the center of the crowd, standing straight with his back to them. His golden crown was shattered and his brocade robe was torn. After hearing Cao Yu's anxious cry, he reluctantly turned around, revealing a miserable face that was so pale and blue.

Cao Yu had never seen the handsome Ye Rong with such a dull and desperate expression. He felt anxious, and hurriedly dismounted and ran over: "What happened? Ye Rong, you went into battle with your injuries. How are you doing?"

"I..." Ye Rong couldn't continue after uttering a single word. When he saw Mu Chenfeng beside Cao Yu, his face darkened a bit, and he dodged Cao Yu's outstretched hand almost in panic, and slowly moved aside.

I saw Song Xiuran leaning obliquely in front of the tree trunk, the panic and pain were fixed on the small round face that should have been carefree, his eyes were slightly open, his body was curled up, a hideous wound on his neck opened his mouth, blood It flowed down the exquisite alchemist's blue robe, dyed the turf and snow he was grasping, and then soaked into the snow in a big puddle and then froze.

Mu Chenfeng's pupils, which had not recovered their clearness, shrank violently, and his originally expressionless face was instantly pale and terrified. The long sword he was holding fell to the ground for the first time, and mercilessly struck the gravel with an icy sound.

"Fuck! Who did it!" Seeing this situation, Cao Yu slammed the gun on the ground and roared, almost cracking.

Ye Rong was brought back to his senses after being drunk by him, and said softly: "I came back after chasing Yang Yiran, and I saw him like this..."

"Who the hell actually killed Zhongli! Are you crazy?! Killing Zhongli is a serious crime!" Cao Yu cursed a few more words, but he was so angry that he attracted people around, and said angrily, "Where is Mr. Han?! Where are the spies?! Who will come?" please explain?!"

"Master Han chased Yang Yiran and didn't come back, the spy..." Ye Rong couldn't bear to look any longer, and gritted his teeth, "At that time, the reinforcements were busy cleaning up the assassins, and no one saw what was going on. Judging by the direction he was walking, it seemed that he was going to Jiangliu set……"

"No one saw it? You can't see it in my mighty territory, vendetta and neutrality?! They're all trash?!" Cao Yu cursed almost violently. The face stands in the sky and the earth.

"Cao Yu..." Seeing that he couldn't persuade him anymore, Ye Rong called out, clenched his loose teeth again, clenched his fists and stood slumped again, and said after a while, "Cao Yu, he saved me...Cao Yu ...You said that we fight and kill, why can't we protect a neutral one?"

Cao Yu's heart skipped a beat, but he was relatively speechless.

Mu Chenfeng stared at Song Xiuran's dead body, and stood on the gravel ground with his hands down. Cao Yu's roar and Ye Rong's cry of pain sounded like the rushing river water that was close at hand, rumbled by his ears The sound was like a noise.

I don't know how long it took before the puppet-like Daoist priest finally moved, and slowly stepped forward under the eyes of the crowd, and slowly knelt down in front of Song Xiuran on one knee, looked at it for a while with mournful eyes, and then raised his hand to replace him. He closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Junior Brother...Junior Brother, did you save me from Wangjiang Cliff? Junior Brother...who killed you...was...who?"

Hearing his soft-spoken words threatening to disturb the "sleeping" person in front of him, Cao Yu's anger was replaced by sadness for the most part.

Let alone others, Mu Chenfeng is estranged from others, except for his master, Song Xiuran is the only close fellow, it is unexpected that a neutral person can suffer disaster.Daoist Mu is not in the mood to be happy and angry. The more he looks normal now, the more abnormal he may be. But no matter whether it is normal or not, he, Cao Yu, can't do anything about it.

While Tiance was heartbroken, he calmed down and arranged for people to search for clues. When he looked up, Ye Rong's face changed drastically, and he stared straight at Song Xiuran's corpse and shouted, "This...whose is this?!"

Song Xiuran's body hadn't fully hardened yet, the hand holding the dead grass and ice was broken away, and the headdress made of flower patterns was clearly visible on the palm.

Mu Chenfeng held Song Xiuran's icy wrist, his frozen expression finally relaxed, his complexion became paler, he stared at his palm in disbelief, and almost blurted out: "Impossible...he can't kill him! Impossible!"

"What's impossible? What can't the Demon Lord do?!" Cao Yu was furious again, walked back and forth in the same place, and went to Mu Chenfeng again, "Are you sure? It's Jiang Yan's?!"

Mu Chenfeng stood up suddenly, but shook his head towards Cao Yu: "Yes. But he won't kill him, he..."

As he spoke, his throat tightened, and he suddenly felt dizzy - he couldn't convince himself, without evidence, how could he convince himself? !

Mu Chenfeng went to look at Song Xiuran's corpse again in a blink of an eye, a surge of grief almost crushed his body, as if he had just returned from the edge of life and death, and entered another desperate purgatory, only a trace of tranquility in his heart Can stabilize his sanity.

Mu Chenfeng pressed the amulet in his underwear, and then went to pick up his sword in a daze. Jiang Yan's words rang in his ears again:

"Otherwise, I will kill Cao Yu and Xiao Song."

"I will kill Xiao Song."

"Kill Xiao Song."

At the same time, what also occupied the memory was Jiang Yan's endless flute sound, which was raised high and sounded like a melody of death, shaking people's souls uneasy and terrified.

He wanted to kill him, but Song Xiuran was holding his hair ornament and lying in front of his dead body.Today is clear and sunny, he made his younger brother die.

Mu Chenfeng clenched his sword tightly amidst the sound of golden drums in his ears. Once the grief was over, he was filled with hatred, and only Jiang Yan's deep, repeated voice remained in his mind, jokingly and cruelly Everything was smashed to pieces.

Since then, there has been no more laughter from the juniors.

"If he..." Mu Chenfeng held up the hilt of his sword, his eyes moved slightly to look at the sky where the river was rolling in, and he said firmly with a pale face, "I will personally send him to the underworld!"

"Isn't it? It's natural to wait until we find out." Indifferently as he would show cruelty, Cao Yu hurriedly backed down, and after thinking for a while, he said to Ye Rong, "We will report when Lord Han comes back."

"No, go by yourself." Ye Rong waved his hands wearily, knelt down in front of Song Xiuran without hesitation, raised his hand hesitantly, touched his stiff round face, and suddenly laughed, "Little Taoist priest, don't be afraid, brother will accompany you." You will."

The author has something to say: birthday double change or bento or something... I'm sorry, Xiao Song

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