wind and waves

After a long time of scuffle, Yunlang was no longer as calm as when he first came up to the mountain gate, and there were a few bloodstains on his white clothes, but the number of corpses under his feet increased one by one.

Dozens of disciples trapped him on the huge sword forum in the middle of the Jingchen sect.

Chen Lang stood on the sword discussion forum, "Where are the other disciples?"

The eldest disciple replied, "Only... there are only so many left..."

"Where's Chen Bei?!"

"The deputy head was still there just now, and now I don't know where to go."

The two were talking, but Chen Feng was late.

Chen Lang waved his hand at the eldest disciple, "Go and fight, too."

"...But, there must be someone beside the head—"

"Bastard!" Chen Lang yelled and interrupted him, "I'm still afraid of being an assassin?!"

"...Yes." After the eldest disciple replied, he drew his sword and rushed into the crowd.

He brushed aside the crowd, put his sword on Yunlang's sword edge, put his left hand on the sword-holding right hand, Yunlang was sent flying more than ten meters away, knelt on the ground with his left leg, and held the sword in his right hand, He spat out a big mouthful of blood, and didn't do anything after that.

All the disciples thought that the assassin was already vulnerable after the wheel battle, and the eldest disciple also came to help, so they rushed forward without fear of death.

Seeing the confident smile on Chen Lang's face in the distance, Yun Lang sneered.

With all the internal force in his hands, he rose into the air, turned all the internal force into sword energy, spun and flew, and beat everyone so helplessly that the eldest disciple was thrown out and lay on the ground, vomiting blood.

Chen Lang never expected this would be the case, the composure on his face was gone, he looked at Yun Lang who was stepping towards him step by step with blood, backed away again and again, shouting, "Impossible!...Impossible!!"

The eldest disciple crawled over and grabbed Yunlang's feet with his hands, trying to stop him from moving forward.

Yunlang glanced at him sideways, raised the sword with his right hand, stabbed straight from his back to the ground, pulled it out, kicked his body away, and continued to move forward without a sound.

The bloody sword tip dragged on the ground, making a continuous metallic sound, like a haunted ghost.

Of the huge Jingchen faction, only three people from the sword discussion forum were left standing face to face.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the silence was deadly.

The biting cold wind blew on people's faces with ice and snow, like a razor blade, which made people hurt but left no trace.

In the vast white world, that blue figure is particularly eye-catching.

His figure was reflected in Yunlang's eyes.

The light blue hairband was floating wantonly in the air, and the water blue robe was draped over his shoulders, and he just stood there.

Still so handsome, still so calm......

Those calm eyes seemed to tell Yunlang silently that you are nothing, just like an insignificant ant, even if you are trampled to death, it will not have any impact on his world.

Oh, why?

I'm going to change your world a bit...

The kind that is turned upside down!

The blue figure in the eyes moved.

*****

Standing in front of Chen Lang, Chen Feng slowly pulled out the saber in his hand, the sound of the sword rubbing against the scabbard was breaking the silence.

In any case, he is the father who gave birth to him and raised him, and the principles of ethics are what his mother instilled in his mind since he was a child. Slowly, it became a habit, an instinct.

Looking at the corpses lying on the sword forum, Chen Feng felt deeply powerless.The significance of the Jingchen faction to him lies in the fact that he knows the true face of the head father, and there is not much left on the rainy night after Yunlang left.

To die for the sect today is to fulfill the duty of being born as the second son of the Jingchen sect...

Such an ending, is it not a relief for myself...

The tip of Chen Feng's sword slowly raised, facing the blood-stained white-clothed person in front of him.

Yunlang looked at him, the sword in his hand was still on the ground, without any movement.

The inner voice urged him: Do it!What are you waiting for?

"That's right, what am I waiting for?" Yun Lang said softly, and suddenly a gust of wind blew away the veil on his face.

Chen Feng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him, his lips trembled, "You, are you still alive?"

Suddenly there was an internal force behind him that pushed him, and before he could react, he watched helplessly as the sword in his hand pierced Yunlang's shoulder.

Yun Lang didn't dodge or back away, and glanced down at the part where the sword pierced his body. The blood flowed profusely, but he couldn't feel any pain.

Perhaps, what he was waiting for was this sword.

A sword that made him completely give up.

Yun Lang raised his head suddenly, looked at Chen Feng with a smile, "I'm still alive, I let you down."

Holding Chenfeng's sword in his left hand, he exerted a little bit of force, and finally broke the sword alive, leaving only a small part still stuck in his body.

The sword in Chenfeng's hand was thrown far away by him. With his bloody hand, he tightly grasped Chenfeng's shoulder, pressed against Chenfeng's ear, and said word by word, "Chenfeng, from today From now on, everything you gave me, I will give back to you twice as well.”

"I——" Chen Feng just said a word, Chen Lang's sword suddenly pierced from Chen Feng's shoulder, Yun Lang let Chen Feng go, dodging Chen Lang's attack.

"Where is the strength of the head of the dignified Jingchen sect?" Yun Lang deliberately provoked Chen Lang.

Chen Lang was poked at the sore spot, and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce, "It's all because of you!"

Yunlang giggled, "If you hadn't been eager to save your son, you wouldn't have been driven into obsession by my mentality and lost your Qicheng power."

In fact, only fighting swordsmanship, Yunlang is far from Chen Lang's opponent.But coupled with the competition of internal strength, no matter how good Chen Lang's moves are, they will only be blocked by Yun Lang, and no matter how great his skills are, he will not be able to show them, and he can only retreat steadily.

Just when Yunlang stabbed towards him with his last sword, Chen Lang suddenly pulled Chen Feng who was beside him to block him.

Without any hesitation, Yunlang stabbed straight to the end with his sword, piercing the bodies of both of them at the same time.

Yunlang deliberately tormented and pulled out the sword bit by bit at an extremely slow speed.

Chen Feng vomited blood, clutched his chest and fell to the ground, there was no shock on his face, not even too much expression.

Yun Lang didn't look at him, pointed his sword at Chen Lang's neck, and taunted, "You actually used your own son to block the sword, you really have a deep relationship between father and son! Do you think I will stop? You two are in front of me. Here, there is no difference!"

Chen Lang looked at him angrily, "Blame me for not being able to eradicate the weeds!"

"Do you still have the face to mention the past?" Yun Lang swung his sword and cut off his right hand. "When I mentioned the past, I remembered it. Where did your deputy head, Chen Bei, go? Tell me!"

Chen Lang let out a scream, gritted his teeth and shouted, "It's all useless waste! It's all waste!"

Yun Lang snorted coldly, "What do you say is a decent family, but a group of insidious and cunning villains! Master Chen, at the beginning of the new year, I will send this gift from Jing Chen to accompany you on the road, do you still like it? "

Chen Lang couldn't bear this humiliation and blow, before Yun Lang could stop him, he was so angry that he hit his head on the ground and died.

The blood flowed all over the ground, Yunlang only felt filthy, and moved back a few steps, "It's cheap for you."

Only then did Yun Lang glance at Chen Feng at his feet. He was already lying on the ground, bleeding a lot, and passed out.

Yun Lang kicked him in disgust, but Chen Feng didn't move at all.

"Tsk, don't die."

Yunlang raised his head, moved his neck, and looked around. He vaguely remembered that when he was caught and tortured before, when he was half-conscious and half-dead, someone had been hanging his life...

What is that man's name...

Oh, I remembered, Medicine King...

*****

With a bang, the two doors of the Yaowang Palace were pushed open from the outside, and a bitter cold wind blew in, bringing with it a few sporadic snowflakes and bursts of bloody smell.

Outside the door, a blood-stained man in white clothes stood against the light, his face expressionless and cold as ice.

A person was thrown in from the outside by him and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

The man was covered in blood, motionless, as if dead...

A maidservant in the hall was so frightened that she burst into tears.

Yun Lang looked around, and there were many people hiding in the hall, all of them were servants, cooks and other miscellaneous people.

"The medicine king comes out." The cold sentence was like a piece of ice falling on the ground, with a resounding sound.

The air condensed in an instant, and there was no sound in the hall.

A man in his fifties ran out tremblingly. Seeing Chen Feng's half-dead appearance, he knelt down beside him and shouted, "Second Young Master? Second Young Master!" He turned to face Yun Lang He begged, "Young Master Yun, please spare us servants, they are all forced to make a living, and they really have nothing to do with the struggle in this sect!"

Yun Lang looked down at him, without saying a word, a few drops of blood dripped on the ground at the entrance of the hall.

How could the King of Medicine not see that there was still a broken sword stuck in his shoulder, "Jingchen sent the mountains high and the road far away, keeping these slaves to serve you, keeping the old slave alive, it would be good to let the old slave heal your wounds... ..."

Yunlang finally spoke, his voice was cold and without any emotion, "If you make him alive, you can live."

He turned around and left the palace gate.

Seeing that Yunlang had left, all the servants breathed a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly, "Thank you, Medicine King, thank you, Medicine King!"

Yao Wang lay beside the unconscious Chen Feng, calling out to him distressedly, "Second Young Master, Second Young Master..."

*****

In the years when Chen Jing died and the head of the sect lost his mind, the servants would be severely punished for their slight mistakes.

Yao Wang failed to save the living Chen Jing, Chen Lang couldn't help saying that he was going to draw his sword to kill him, but it was the little Chen Feng who tried his best to stop him, and saved his life.

Chen Feng and Yao Wang have a life-saving love, and Yao Wang naturally respects and loves him, and he has always done his best for his serious illnesses and minor affections since he was a child.

He asked the servants to carry Chen Feng in from the entrance of the hall, checked the wound, found it wasn't in a vital part, hurriedly cleaned the wound, and applied golden sore medicine.

After wrapping up Chen Feng, the King of Medicine carried the medicine box and left the palace of the King of Medicine, stopping a servant, "Where did that one go?"

The servant pointed at the main hall tremblingly, "Just now he asked someone to throw out all the things used in the main hall, and replaced them with new ones, they should be inside now."

Yao Wang tremblingly entered the main hall, but there was no one in the front hall, so he walked towards the back hall.

Yunlang sat on the ground behind the screen with a bloodless face, and was inserting his fingers into the wound, trying to dig out the sword tip.

Blood dripped all over the ground, and his entire shoulders and hands trembled, but he gritted his teeth and didn't stop at all.

Yao Wang hurried up and pressed his hand, "Why are you torturing yourself?"

Yunlang put his hands on the ground to support his body, "You are here, then you can pull it out."

Yao Wang took out a small pair of pliers from the medicine box, clamped the part that was still exposed outside the wound, and slowly pulled it out. After a while, the whole sword tip was pulled out, and the blood gushed out even more violently. The golden sore medicine covered it for a while, and finally wrapped the wound with gauze.

Yunlang closed his eyes the whole time, without even yelling in pain, "How is he?"

Yao Wang naturally knew who he was asking, so he quickly answered, "Your life is safe. Mr. Yun, can you listen to me for a few words, you shouldn't treat Second Young Master like this—"

As soon as Yao Wang said this, he was interrupted by Yun Lang roaring, "There is no second son here!"

Yao Wang was too frightened to mention it again, and asked cautiously, "Then your other injuries..."

"go out!"

The King of Medicine put a bottle of golden sore medicine in front of Yunlang, "The old slave is resigning."

Stepping out of the palace gate, Yao Wang wiped the sweat from his brow.

In the hall, Yunlang struggled to climb onto the bed, feeling extremely tired, and fell asleep half-drowsy.