The villain cheats are a bit cheap

The battle between Ji Buhan and Tianjue, as the battle between good and evil gathered in the Valley of Sorrows, was watched by everyone, but when it came to the day of the final battle, no one watched it.

There are only sporadic rumors about that battle in Jianghu. People just saw that Ji Buhan, one of the former three heroes of the Righteous Way, came back and became the leader of the Righteous Way.

In the eyes of everyone, he is the chivalrous man who turned the tide and the pillar of the whole righteous way.

Lu Cangmang is a legend, so why isn't Ji Buhan a legend?

As winter passed and spring came, people gradually forgot who made the covenant with Ji Buhan in the end.

Lu Cangmang died, and the old department of Wangumen frantically massacred the remnants of Xishougu Valley, and there was another bloody storm in the rivers and lakes, but after the people in Xishougu Valley were cleaned up, Wangumen dissipated in the rivers and lakes like a cloud of smoke. in the legend.

Luohen Villa still exists, and Lingyue City is still bustling and bustling.

The business travelers coming and going, the stop-and-go passers-by, the endless stories of the past, and the endless sorrows of parting.

The solemn and solemn Luohen Villa's gate opened, and Duanhong sent the man in the dark blue robe out the door, just watching, watching him disappear into the corner of the street.

"The owner has gone out again."

"The Valley of Washing Sorrows is gone, and the Ten Thousand Bone Sect is scattered; Xuan Xiao is the head of the righteous sect, and Ji Buhan has returned to the sect; the Luohen Villa of the evil faction stands alone, but the owner of the villa..."

"In the old days, people were sad, why should we talk too much..."

The gate slowly closed again.

Luo Hen wanted to go to Xifeng City.

He was still dressed in a dark blue robe, walking through the bustling market with a calm expression.

He had said that Tianjue was not allowed to die, but he insisted on going to the appointment of Xi Feng Jue Ding and never came back.

It was a duel in which only one person could survive.

Tired from walking, he took a rest in the teahouse. He saw young men and women playing downstairs. The man offered a jug of wine to the woman. The woman ran away shyly, and the people around kept making noises.

The man was a little embarrassed, put down the wine jug, took a small jar again, caught up with the woman again, and handed the things over with a firm face, and then the woman took the wine jar under the instigation of everyone around her, and looked up. After taking a sip, the surrounding applause suddenly broke out.

I don't know which brothel and tile shop is in the distance, singing "Lovers will eventually get married"...

Luo Hen sat in the teahouse and drank tea. It was still five yuan a bowl of inferior tea, and it was bland and tasteless in his mouth, so he could only chat to quench his thirst.

There is still a storyteller in the teahouse, talking about old things.

"The admirable Lu Cangmang, who was at the top of the evil way after all, was pierced into the heart by the current owner of Luohen Villa, Luohen, with the peerless Frost Moon Blade, and was nailed to the hundred-year-old returnee of the Valley of Sorrows." On one pillar, the blood stained those ancient runes red... Lu Cangmang, when he walked out of the Valley of Sorrows when he was young, he became a nightmare for the whole world, but when he left, he was already a legend. Even if he was just a demon heretic , is also worthy of the admiration of the heroes of the world."

……

Gently put down the five copper plates, Luo Hen felt that he was ready to go.

On the official road on the outskirts of Sihai City, I remember that it was a desolate area a long time ago, but now there are small roadside stalls for pedestrians to rest.

Maybe after a long time, it will become a town.

At the end of the martial arts conference, he stopped here with a serious injury, and met Lu Cangmang who came to look for him. How arrogant was Lu Cangmang at that time?

Now sitting on the rock where he sat before, he looked up at the sky, spread out his palms, looked at those fine palm lines, and lamented helplessly that time flies, and the past will never come back.

Lu Cangmang looks cold and hard, but he is also a very gentle person, right?

It's a pity that he once rejected his kindness.

Lu Cangmang once kindly threw him a bottle of high-quality golden sore medicine, but he discarded it like a bag of trash and dismissed it.

It's already autumn, and it's still such a scene of decaying weeds, and he sets off again by himself.

A group of people rode over from behind, turned into another official road, and finally stopped at the roadside post station with their horseshoes rattling. "Several objective, drink tea inside—"

The man in yellow put away his whip and sat down, looked at the man in black in front of him, and sighed: "The world is hard, riding a horse can shake your bones!"

"According to what you said, isn't it even worse for Lin Yanqing to be wandering outside all year round?" With an ancient sword in his hand, and a black robe with intricate patterns coiled on it, every movement of his hands and every gesture of his feet carried a self-contained demeanor.

The two of them sat down first, followed by a young man in red and a Chinese robe walking in, but he accidentally stepped on something while walking, his long and narrow fox eyes narrowed, but he bent down to pick it up. , It was a small bottle covered with moss.

The man in yellow and the man in black were stunned for a moment, "Lord Lin, is this?"

The man in red was precisely Lin Jingfeng. He looked at Chu Danqing and Ji Buhan, and sat down with the bottle in his hand, "In such a rural place, you can still see old things from Wangumen." , It's really strange."

An old thing from Wangumen?

Ji Buhan raised his eyes and looked at Lin Jingfeng.

The waiter who served the tea looked at the bottle and was puzzled: "Why did this bottle get kicked into it again? It's really—"

He reached out and was about to take the bottle from Lin Jingfeng's hand, wanting to throw it out again.

But Lin Jingfeng stretched out his hand to block it, and asked, "Young brother, do you know where this bottle came from?"

"Hey, there was no official road here before, it was just a small mountain bag. Later, when the official road was built, we opened a tea shop here. This bottle was there when it came, but it doesn't look like a lucky thing, and it is usually thrown away. It's far away, but I don't know why it fell down again today, it's really strange..."

The bottle is covered with moss, it looks green and white, it is easy to think of funerary objects, and it is only natural for Xiaoer to be afraid.

Lin Jingfeng waved him to go, scraped off a layer of moss with his fingernails, and said with a smile: "My eyesight hasn't faded yet, the skull logo of Wangumen is really an old thing of Wangumen. "

It's a pity that the Wangumen has disappeared in this new generation of Jianghu, leaving only their rich and colorful stories.

Chu Danqing looked at the bottle and said calmly, "It looks like medicine for sores."

Then Lin Jingfeng pulled out the plug on the outside, half-jokingly said: "Then let's see if Brother Chu is right—"

He froze for a moment, Chu Danqing's face suddenly changed, and there was a faint scent of moss in the air.

Looking at each other, everyone is horrified.

Xinglin Shengshou is very familiar with all the medicines in the world. He took the bottle from Lin Jingfeng's hand, looked inside, was silent for a long time, and then sighed: "It turned out to be Cangxue."

Cang Xue.

It is rumored that there are only three boxes of Cangxue in the world, and they picked up the last box by chance. What does this mean?

Only Ji Buhan looked thoughtfully at the sign of Wangumen on the outside of the jade bottle.

"Speaking of which, Cangxue should have been in Lu Cangmang's hands in the first place. If he had taken it, how could he have ended up like that?"

...is an insoluble puzzle after all.

Chu Danqing put away Cang Xue directly, looked at the withered grass outside, and suddenly thought of something, "I have always wanted to ask a question, Ji Buhan——what is going on between you and that day?"

Ji Buhan took a sip of tea and didn't speak.

After all, the Tianjin Jue has shortcomings, even if you have practiced the upper and lower parts of the Tianjin Jue, there is no way to solve the shortcomings.Three years ago, they had made an interesting agreement, whoever can master the art of Tianjin first will stand at the pinnacle of the martial arts.

It's a pity that Tianjue came to Xifengjueding alone that day, but he just gave up everything. He was emotional, and for the sake of one person, he was able to give up all his cultivation, transfer his power to that person, and solve his cause. Cold syndrome caused by exercise...

As for where Tianjue went in the end, Ji Buhan was not very concerned.The result of giving up the cultivation base, other than disappearing, seems to be nothing else.

As the sun slanted to the west, the three raised their whips and rode their horses.

For some reason, Ji Buhan looked back at the ancient setting sun road in the distance, and suddenly smiled.

Four Seas City.

Stepping here again, standing at the gate of the city, feeling the sudden calm, Luo Hen stepped on the bluestone slab on the road step by step, and looked up.

Because the sun was setting in the west, everyone started to pack their things, those who went home went home, and those who packed up their stalls packed up their stalls.

The facades on the side of the road also began to be closed, and there were voices of mean shopkeepers scolding their subordinates.

"Let's let one let, let one let!"

A small trolley suddenly came in front of it. There were a lot of books piled up in the cart, which were not neatly stacked and looked precarious. It passed by Luo Hen.

He didn't pay attention at first, but he took two steps forward and stopped suddenly.

Looking back, the person pushing the small cart was a thin young man, and the books on the cart in front were still wobbly and never fell off.

"Hurry up and take the book down, hey, these are all high-quality goods, let's see what you have turned into? Hurry up!"

Luo Hen turned around and walked towards the bookstore named "Golden House".

It was so late, the bookstore was deserted and there was no one there.

The shopkeeper stood on one side and instructed the people below to move the books. He inadvertently raised his eyes and saw Yin Luohen coming in. He was a little dazed for a while. It had been a long time since he had seen such a symbolic figure.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to speak.

The young man in the dark blue robe in his eyes walked under the bookshelf, reached out and took down a large book with a black cover, and looked at it silently, as if he didn't speak.

The shopkeeper hurriedly explained: "That is an old book, I don't know when I received it, it is a wordless book..."

Luo Hen was stunned, the memories of the past flooded in like a tide.

His hands are warm now. When he woke up, he found that all the discomforts in his body had disappeared, and his power had reached perfection. At that time, he already knew what was going on.

He clearly said that he forbids it.

Gently tapping the spine of the book with his index finger, this action is so common that it has even become a habit, engraved into his bones and blood.

Nothing happens.

He had never had any hope either, and for some reason, there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

Turning over the pages of the book, there was nothing there, a clean white paper.

Every time I read a book like this, I feel nostalgic.

However, there is only nostalgia left.

As soon as he moved his hand, he was about to close the book, but at this moment he froze.

On the white pages of the book, at some point there appeared a few large Chinese characters: "Take your dirty hands away from me!"

The shopkeeper looked at the blue-robed young man, thinking about how to start a conversation, but when he looked again, he saw a tear slipping from the corner of the blue-robed young man's eyes, looking at the book in silence.

Luo Hen stood still for a long time, hugging the book tightly and pressing it to his chest.

He walked out, and the shopkeeper was still in a daze.

Hey, these days, there are still people who blatantly buy books without giving money!

Only then did the shopkeeper come to his senses, standing on the street with his hips akimbo and shouting, "You haven't paid me yet—"

But when he took a closer look, the setting sun paved the streets with bluestone slabs, the afterglow was warm, and the whole Universal City was about to sink into the tranquility of dusk.

In such a beautiful weather, just treat it as a good deed and send a book out.

In any corner of the Four Seas City, singing started again.

I wish people a long time...

The afterglow of the setting sun finally fell into the horizon.

The young man in the blue robe who didn't give money for buying books walked a long way with his books in his arms, and disappeared into the horizon with the setting sun.

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