After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——separation——

Since his rebirth, this Sword Immortal who had been blindsided by something had been following Zhou Feng, and now he was quite uncomfortable about leaving.

Zhou Feng didn't say yes or no, he knew that such a day would come, and he knew that Xuan Zhe should leave him and go where he should go, but this day came without warning and was too sudden , causing him to froze.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Feng felt that although he might not be reluctant to part with this sword fairy, he should ask him where he was going.

"The world is so big, where is not home." Xuan Zhe has a romantic look, and there is no flaw in his response.

Zhou Feng had no position, and he had no reason to ask why he left.

From today on, there is no Xuan Zhe by my side, and searching for a certain knife is destined to be a lonely road.

There is nothing to say here, but fortunately there were no uninvited guests on the road, and the passage was smooth, and he left the wilderness and came to Jiangfu without wasting much time.

Already a bit late.

The raging blade has already cut through Kou Niang's internal organs. After so many years of living, this beautiful woman has been exhausted.

When she returned to the light, she only expressed her regrets, regretting that she didn't trust Jiang Yimo, regretting eating the sharp flower, regretting that she couldn't see the boy in her heart again before she died.

"Xiaotang, how can I blame you for this, don't take everything on yourself."

Her unintentional question made Jiang Yimo's younger brother feel guilty. Now, a good child is forced to live like Jiang Yimo.

Years of heavy burdens were unloaded, Jiang Yitang felt relieved, but at the same time was overwhelmed by grief. In this world, apart from his elder brother, only his sister-in-law is left.

On the third day of Kou Niang's burial, Jiang Yimo still waited for the dusty Jiang Yimo.

It is the pain shared by those who have a good heart. When Kou Niang's accident happened, he was looking for flowers in the secret place of the wilderness, hoping that Kou Niang would show her smile again, and Kou Niang loved flowers.

It's a pity that they planted a knot of sympathy, and even the harm was shared together. Jiang Yimo fainted and died in the wilderness, sleeping for year after year.

Kou Niang died, and the sympathy knot was untied, and only then did she have a chance to return to Jiang's family.

Children always think that they are the protagonist in the story, but in fact, when they open the door and see how big the world is, they will understand what is a drop in the ocean, a dust in the ocean.

Jiang Yimo always thinks that time is still long, and those misunderstandings will be solved with the passage of time. After all, they say that time is the best medicine.

But.He didn't even think about it, time waited for no one.

Zhou Feng only looked at the old boy, took another sip of wine for himself, and suddenly felt that the world is so big that it can be reduced to an ant that doesn't need to care about anything in an instant.

He tried to comfort the drunk middle-aged man, but when he opened his mouth, he found that it could only be a silent sigh.

why bother...

The Jiang family is still in a mess, and he has to devote himself to the journey of finding a certain knife. He is alone all the way, and Xuan Zhe will not follow him again.

...But Jiang Yao, the little girl, insisted on following her life and death.

Maybe it was really for Zhou Feng at the beginning, but now I am afraid it is to re-enter the small world and see Yuxiang again, or to find a way for Yuxiang to transform into form.

Left and right are about to set off, it's nothing more than bringing an extra person, it's not a big deal, Zhou Feng agreed to Jiang Yao's request after thinking about it.

The little girl is three feet tall, and she is so happy that she doesn't know what to do. "Brother!! From now on, you will be my half-brother!"

Yingzhou is three thousand miles away from Penglai and three thousand miles away from Zhoufeng in Penglai.

The dark and damp cave really does not fit the identity of the person in it.The shadowy candle flames couldn't even dispel half of the darkness in the cave.

In the pile of shadows with fangs and claws, stood a fairy in white clothes.

The immortal's hand has distinct joints, which is the most clean and beautiful, but at this time, there is a drip of blood, flowing down the finger joints, and falling into the cracks in the stone.

Xuanzhe looked indifferently at the so-called "superior men" rolling under his feet, three feet of cold air burst from the wooden and stone sword, and condensed the blood on the ground into red ice balls.

The still alive few dressed in armor and fairly neat human figures trembled under the eyes of the sword fairy. "Sword Immortal..."

The white clothes were already stained with blood, but Xuan Zhe didn't use cleansing techniques to make it clean again, as if now that he was stuck in the mud, he could appreciate how that person endured all kinds of experiences back then.

When it is more painful than yourself.

The hands are already dirty, and the wooden and stone sword cannot be dirty again.

"Where did you get the guts to follow Zhou Feng to Shanglin and Penglai?"

Xuan Zhe laughed back angrily, the little mole on the eyelid was no longer black, and the red spot was hot.

"It is said in the Jianghu that you despise the devil..." Before the poor man could say anything, he was kicked to the ground by the enraged sword fairy. His neck was broken, and blood was overflowing from his mouth and nose, as if he hadn't reacted. Coming over to his current situation, he opened his mouth in confusion. "Sword, sword..." Without the sword being complete, I went to see Hades.

"I said, your task is to find the small world, don't do anything else, and take my words as wind?"

Xuan Zhe's toes touched the shoulder of one of them, seemingly light and light, but that person was facing a weight like Mount Tai's top.

"No, it's not us, yes, it's the way of heaven." A group of people knelt on the ground, kowtowing hurriedly, trying to divert trouble.

"You also want a certain knife, don't you?" Xuan Zhe raised his lips and smiled slightly, his beautiful face looked a little weird, although he was not possessed by demons, he didn't look like a decent fairy either.

"Injustice! Don't dare."

Xuanzhe had already killed enough people today, although he didn't mind making murders, but he was tired of the smell of blood on his body that Zhou Feng might smell.

Although he has cleansing techniques, it is still engraved in his bones, and he has the taste of being slaughtered. Xuanzhe doesn't care about himself, it's just that person, no.

——Penglai Junction——

Zhou Feng wondered if he had already found the second fragment of a certain knife, so he should find the next fragment of a certain knife. According to this rule, the next fragment should be in the other three continents, and he needed further information about where.

Penglai is not a place to stay for a long time. A certain knife fragment was taken by Zhou Feng before it was born. Some people must be jealous.

Fortunately, the news was kept tight this time, and few people knew about it. It would be too late when those who came here for the name realized it.

In this world, there are always many uninvited guests who are beyond their capabilities.

When Zhou Feng wanted to take Jiang Yao away, some spiritual cultivators who were not very strong wanted to attack him with the shark bead treasure.

The God King is a divine product, Zhou Feng can't do anything about it, but if an ordinary person dares to fight in front of him, it's really unworthy.

A certain knife didn't even need to be out of its sheath, Zhou Feng blocked the shark bead just by slashing the blade.

The person who wanted to assassinate him was a half-grown young man.

again...

Zhou Feng thought of the young man in Shanglinjie who wanted to avenge his brother. This was really a bad association. He frowned instinctively.

He was a peerless swordsman, so he didn't need to care about the ants under his feet, but when he was about to leave, the kneeling boy grabbed Zhou Feng by the corner of his clothes.

"Perhaps, do you know poverty?"

The young man's extraordinarily gorgeous appearance looked terrifying under the reflection of the shark bead, not to mention his head was covered in blood from being beaten by Zhou Feng with the handle of a knife.

No, you don't know what it's like to be poor, to feel it in your heart, to be wrapped in a tangle of hemp, to cut one, and to have countless more.

Cramped, embarrassed, insecure.

"How can your situation be considered poor? You haven't seen those who are struggling to die among all living beings."

There were people watching the excitement next to him who seemed to know this young man. He frowned, and his high-ranking tone seemed to be pity or reprimand.

The boy was crying and laughing at the same time, he staggered forward in a frenzy.

"Yes, of course I know."

"I don't sleep in the open, but I live in a house with holes in winter. The beggars who live in the open can shamelessly snatch the temple. Even if they are unlucky, those who sleep on the street can find it from nowhere." Torn bedding."

"But I can't. Although I'm poor, I don't like dirt."

"My poverty is not complete, but it makes me hypocritical."

"I have seen the brightness of a candle flame, and every night I yearn for it in vain. Let me light it again, but lamp oil is very expensive."

"I have envied people who are completely penniless and penniless countless times, because they are really barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. They can live without restraint, and at most they can only die."

"But I really can't. When I have copper coins, I should save them. When I don't have them, I should find a way to get them."

"I struggle with poverty, you don't understand."

"One day, just by killing someone and putting in a little effort, I can get money that I have never seen in hundreds of lifetimes. Why don't I do it?"

Zhou Feng was still wandering at the beginning, but the more he heard it, the more he felt that it was inappropriate. The assassination of this young man had already failed. Now this tone, coupled with resentful eyes, could it be?

There is always one thing in a hundred secrets, Zhou Feng's reaction is already considered fast, but there is still "Green Ant Poison" borrowed from the young man's shark bead, and passed it to one of his knives.

The author says:

Finally, finally.