After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

--sincere--

Both of Zhou Feng's parents died when he was born. It was really the fate of the lone star of the gods. People in the Jianghu should die in the Jianghu. His mother died of dystocia when giving birth to him, and his father was murdered by his enemies.

The fate of the lone star of Tiansha is not good, and the ones who restrained are only relatives and friends. The baby in his dream is lucky. He was not discovered by the bad guys, but started to cry unscrupulously after the bad guys left.

He deserved to die. A black-faced swordsman who traveled the rivers and lakes went begging for water and picked up a baby who was still in swaddling clothes. Since the five-year-old and three-year-old man drank other people's water, he was naturally embarrassed to drink it for nothing, so he took the baby Zhou Feng with him. Let's go, at least feed him some rice paste to raise him up.

The black-faced swordsman has no wife and children, so he treats Zhou Feng he picked up as his own child. He has no education, so he wants Zhou Feng to study more, and even teaches him his exquisite sword skills.

Xuanzhe is a fairy, and when a fairy enters the small world, he is naturally treated preferentially because of the aura that was born with the heaven and the earth. When he was born, he had auspicious stars and a phoenix flying, so he was regarded as the son of auspiciousness, loyal to the emperor for generations, but now he is in the hall. Jiangmen Xuan's family entrusted the blessing of the youngest son, so he was promoted to a noble.

Most of the small world is in a chaotic situation where the people are displaced, the fairy family has not grown up, and the people's wisdom is not developed. This small world is just a little more outrageous than usual.

There was never even a reliable subject, and it was rare to find a good-tempered one among the poor and evil.

Zhou Feng is not a person in this small world, and his mind is always better than that. He not only has the ability to cut swords, but also knows poetry, books, piano and chess. good thing.

Don't seek fame and fame, just because a great hero should serve the country and the people.

Hustle and bustle is the eternal law and legend in the rivers and lakes. The wind and snow never freeze people. In ordinary winter days, Xuanying can be affixed with Zhu Ming. A fishy killer pops up in the rivers and lakes for no reason. The killer kills like hemp, but kills All are bad guys.

I don't know how credible the rumor is. The killer is said to be a scruffy man with a beard.

In this world, there are no corrupt officials, villains who have done dirty things, and none of them can escape the machete of judgment. It is clear that what they do is to make a living by licking blood with the tip of the blade, but this machete killer never tires of it.

There is justice among the people, but the king is ruthless.

There are many dissatisfied people under his rule, and the number of people who rebelled is countless. The battles, large and small, have long since knocked the crumbling court to the ground.

Xuanzhe is a fairy fetus, although he has the ability, his ambition is not here.

He has been living in the years of ignorance, without knowing the future and the way back.

If you don't seek fame, there is no point in gaining wealth.

He can regard the gold and silver that ordinary people regard as treasures as dung.

Everything began to turn around, starting with a yellow coupon edict issued by the old emperor.

The imperial edict on the yellow certificate actually stated that it was a thankless job, there was no money to be made, and it might even cost one's life.

The machete killer is very famous among the people. The emperor who sits in a high position does not think about how to govern the country every day, but wonders whether others will take his seat every day.

He was worried all day long, fearing that the machete killer would appear out of nowhere, and relying on the popular support, one day he would be dressed in a yellow robe.

The bad job in the Huangquan edict was actually Zhao'an, who first persuaded him to surrender and then killed people.

Xuan Zhe regards a job that no one else wants, but Xuan Zhe regards him as a treasure.

Xuan Zhe was only a bit more chivalrous than others, he raised his sword out of Yanjing, following his inexplicably throbbing heart, Zhao'an would kill the killer, and return to the court with his head up is also a kind of confession to the emperor.

Thinking about the sincerity of pen and ink, Xuan Zhe laid out paper and ink, wrote a letter of edict with earnest words, and made an appointment to meet at a place. It was too late in the middle of the night, and the rooster crowed too early, so we made an appointment to meet at this time.

He had heard rumors that this swordsman had a bad face and an unattractive appearance. Although Xuan Zhe knew about it, he was noncommittal. Subconsciously, he felt that this swordsman's actions were inexplicably familiar.

Everything is empty, I don't know why, everything about this black-faced swordsman can enter his ears, first into his ears, then into his heart.

In all fairness, Xuan Zhe felt in his heart that the Dog Emperor had made no achievements in his reign, and he was too busy with some unspeakable matters all day long, so it would be better to give up his seat to a sage.

Having said that, Xuan Zhe was too lazy to care.

What's the matter with him in this world?

The matter of Zhou Feng in Zhao'an seemed like a stone had suddenly fallen into a calm pool of stagnant water, causing ripples that were not too big or small to spread out.

Xuanzhe was waiting, waiting for a burly, black-faced man with a knife in his hand, and angrily smashed the sheath on the table, and then asked for a big bowl of wine and a big bowl of meat, and he would also talk about the world with this machete man talk.

Persuade surrender first, and then kill if persuasion fails.

It's a good idea, but it may be difficult in practice.

Xuan Zhe himself would definitely not be able to defeat Zhou Feng who had struggled on the line of life and death since he was a child, but he had the three thousand armor given by the emperor.

No matter how strong Zhou Feng's martial arts was, he could only be outnumbered, after all, one punch is hard to beat four hands.

When Zhou Feng came, he went to the meeting alone, wearing black gauze and rolled up clothes. When Xuan Zhe saw it, there was a gust of wind blowing up his sleeves to cover his eyebrows.

Xuan Zhe's calm heart lake was turned upside down by that stone, he thought, this time, it should be a knife on the head of the color word, and it is himself, lustful.

The third son of the Xuan family has a reputation for being pure and ascetic. He has no desires and desires. The family members are afraid that Xuan Zhe, who has gone to become a monk, will be a womanizer?

Maybe it's just that he hasn't met anyone who can make him seductive.

The exposed face had chiseled eyebrows and a sword-shaped nose, which clearly had a good complexion. How could it be like the rumors that it was a black-faced man with a beard?

In particular, the gold-plated ink is added to the good color of this picture, which is even better. Those black and white eyes now have more winding scars than ordinary people, which is more full of taste.

There are scars on the face, and the appearance of ordinary people will probably be reduced by half, but this time Zhou Feng has an extra scar on his face, which does not reduce his charm, but makes him more impermanent and fierce.

From that face full of vicissitudes, Xuan Zhe was able to glimpse the right and wrong of so many mountains and mountains in these years, and his courage to cut the world with a sword is really as thick as a rock.

Heartbeats are often inexplicable and hard to guard against.

Xuanzhe's trip this time was not bad, but it was extremely bad.

The loss is because this monk's heart, which he has guarded for twenty years, is now taken away by a man. This man is good-looking, so he is not too bad.

If you kill him with a knife, you will have to tilt your head and kiss the sharp blade before you die, and you will die with your neck stretched out.If you give him dove wine, you have to steal jade and fragrance to touch the leaves and tease the grass before drinking. Xuanzhe is happy in this life.

I never thought about what it would be like when I was in love, but even if Zhou Feng wanted his life, he was willing to give it.

There was a wind blowing the thin shirt of the black-clothed swordsman, but it was blowing and crumpling the tormenting Xuanzhe's chest, a living heart.

Zhao'an failed, but Xuanzhe let him go.

The black-clothed swordsman's eyes were full of strangeness. If he really wanted to start a fight, the three thousand soldiers were nothing to him, but under the current situation, he would owe a favor for nothing.

"Meeting by chance, you and I don't have to do this." In Zhou Feng's eyes, black and white were clear, since he didn't surrender, he wouldn't have anything to do with the people on the side of the dog emperor.

"So what if I keep you, it's just that I lost three thousand soldiers and made you escape instead."

We are all smart people, and it is far less enjoyable than opening the skylight to speak the truth, and you can also gain a good impression.

Zhou Feng was about to leave with his knife in hand, but he met a pair of loving eyes with a smile on his face, as if he just saw it, Zhou Feng discovered that this young man had a little mole in front of him.

"Zhou Zhuangshi, oh no, Xiao Zhou. You should know that if you meet by chance, you can also hit it off."

Although these words seem to be ordinary and polite, but in the breath of the words, they are all frivolous.

"Ah?" The straight man Zhou Feng didn't understand what he was talking about, he waved his hands perfunctorily, and disappeared from Xuan Zhe's sight.

The country was in turmoil, the rebel army rose up, and the fire stretched for thousands of miles.

The leader is Zhou Feng.

If he failed to complete the mission, it stands to reason that Xuanzhe should be punished, but the high and mighty old emperor sighed and said with complicated eyes.

"There is no one available in the court, and the Xuan family has been loyal to the emperor for generations, so Zhou Feng is not a good match, so it doesn't matter."

Xuanzhe doesn't care whether he is loyal to the emperor or not.

As a general, throwing his head and blood is too passionate. Since the Xuan family is loyal to the king, as a son, he should obey his father's orders. He doesn't need to work hard, but as long as he dies in this battlefield, he will be worthy of his heart.

What a pity, it is different from that person's position, even so, I will not change my loyalty to the emperor.

The only few tens of thousands of iron hooves, the old emperor cherished and gave them to Xuanzhe, even though he was not in the field of leading the army to fight, but in the arena.

In the past, swords were also exchanged for silver guns, and the rebel army composed of common people was about to overthrow the court, and the people who led the soldiers to fight were also common people.Xuanzhe didn't expect a triumphant return, but only hoped that one day he would be shrouded in horse leather and buried in Qingshan.

Coincidentally, when death was imminent, it was still the knife that was fighting, hanging high and falling, and the eyes of the swordsman in black were full of indifference.

"I'll let you go, you go."

Xuanzhe was defeated.

The hearts of the people are toward the bright moon, but Xuanzhe can't help himself and is in the ditch.

With the change of dynasties, the situation of He Qing and Hai Yan slowly unfolded under the right leader.Xuan Zhe is an old minister, who should have passed away with this country, but the old monarch desperately wanted to replace him.

Although there were thousands of doubts, they were buried in a pile of soil with the death of the old master.

Now that the country has been determined, Zhou Feng has no intention of being a king, so he retreats to the mountains and forests.

I never thought that there would be a time to see each other again, and I never thought that Zhou Feng would marry a wife.

Speeding up the horse and whipping the whip is not enough. The horizontal knife only has time to cut off a piece of sunset to celebrate.

When Xuan Zhe arrived, it was snowing heavily, his brows were stained with snow, his temple hair was also frosty white, his voice was still fresh and vigorous, he swallowed all the hoarse and choked sobs in his throat, without revealing the slightest bit.

"The ancients never deceived me. It was me who came late. After dusk and dawn, I can still wish you a beautiful woman in red, and the spring night tent is warm and it is a good time."

Dreaming back to my youth, how many good times will I have again?

It was nothing more than Zhou Feng, the only turmoil in his pale life.

Looking at those cold eyes, how could he not know that he was an irrelevant stranger from the beginning to the end.

Lifting the knife back then and releasing it was nothing more than a life for another life, there was no love at all.Xuanzhe was bitter, but he still wanted to congratulate him, and since he was unprepared for etiquette, he sought to save Xia Guang, and laughed so hard that he almost shed tears.

People are not wood or stone, and Zhou Feng also felt that this little general from the previous dynasty might be interested in him.

A deep love can still be exchanged for a sentence, "Zhou Feng's life is to protect the country. This time he married a wife, not for me, but for his brother who passed away."

Zhou Feng's life is nothing more than for this piece of soil. When the bones are buried in time and melt into sand, can he laugh at himself and be protected by him?

It's a pity that people are different from year to year, but the truth is indeed the same. Even if a high-ranking person lives in peace, he will always be afraid of the hard-won seat and will not sit securely.

Or, death is an inevitable end for everyone.

Zhou Feng died when all the birds were dead.

The author says:

——Second watch——