Luo Yan Hu does not return

When Feng Qinghuan heard the words, he immediately grabbed the hilt of the sword, "Is there anything wrong with the gift from the old man, Master?"

Wang Fujun raised his eyes, suppressed his anger and said: "Mr. Sumen really thought for a long time, and threw the hot potato to the disciple instead. Didn't he think that the grievances of previous years can be wiped away?"

"Nonsense, you brothers acted like ghosts, and you didn't give up after being punished by God, and dare to pour dirty water on my master?" Feng Qinghuan had always had the upper hand before, and he was not in a hurry for a while, but his expression was a little bit Feeling prey, Xue Yan felt uneasy, and held down Feng Qinghuan's hand that was about to strike the sword.

"I also thought he was a master of the world, but later I heard someone mention that the land my brothers dug earlier was actually belonged to Wei Emperor Cao Zihuan. The treasures made by the national craftsman are taken out, and each person happens to have one piece. I just thought of this, and it was since he came out of the mountains that my brothers turned against each other!"

Feng Qinghuan put Chengying on his shoulder blades, pulled Xue Yan back a step, and spat: "I muttered for a long time, but I'm still thinking about it. Taoist Sumen is running around the world, and the picture is about the country and society, and the well-being of the world. Is it you, a living ghost, who can figure it out?"

The prince of the palace laughed out loud, and at the end he coughed up a mouthful of blood, "He wants to pursue such a great career, why doesn't he find a prince and noble to join him, straightforward, why do he have to pretend to be a ghost? Grab two ordinary people on the street to give pointers, It is so deceitful that people think that when they come across some once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they are willing to let him guide them, and when they get old in the future, these few will be wholeheartedly subsisting on the appropriate salary, isn't that what he thinks."

When Feng Qinghuan heard this, he unconsciously lost his mind, and thought to himself: "If it is true that the master deceived these three brothers all the way, first remind them to dig the grave, use their bodies to explore the mechanism, and get the treasure easily. Later, in order to block his words and not ruin his own reputation, he designed these few cannibalism to save dirty hands... But it would take too much time to think about it this way. If the master is not good at swordsmanship at all, this will be It's not inexplicable—"

"Qinghuan, Qinghuan?" Wang Fujun talked to himself for a while, and his mind gradually cleared up, but it was Feng Qinghuan who was listening to people sorting out his imagination, Xue Yan thought several times in his heart, and gave Feng Qinghuan a hard pull.

"Tsk, Master Fu has said a lot. Your two brothers have already died, and they can't be rescued even if you torture others. Why don't you leave it alone and pass your own life?"

Feng Qinghuan's words and deeds were unreasonable, and Wang Fujun was even more annoyed, "My second brother... Could it be because of him that he died in vain?"

"If Mr. Fu can produce decent evidence, Mr. Zhishui is not unreasonable. At worst, he will risk his life to fight with Mr. Sumen, but your eldest brother is really not a good person. Why insist on relying on him?" To someone else?"

"Brother who spent his life together, do you think... I'm as ruthless and ungrateful as you? If it weren't for that Taoist priest Sumen who cut off the three of us's money, why would my three brothers bother to learn that evil kung fu? Isn't the elder brother and the second elder brother?" Obsessed with madness, lost your mind?"

"Come on, how do you know that the three of you will be able to deal with the treasure safely? Even if Xu Yanluo stopped the epidemic, he will lighten it randomly... It is true to kill people, Liu Wuchang has a wrong mind, and he will add fuel and jealousy to trick you into harming others, so what if you get money? Fu Junye has the patience to call him two brothers, isn't it lucky that he didn't get into trouble?"

Although they have been entangled for two years, Feng Qinghuan and Xu Yanluo have only had a face-to-face meeting once, and Liu Wuchang has never seen each other before, so he made a few random remarks, solemnly acting like a preacher, Xue Yan was surprised , but he didn't dare to interrupt, after all, whether he can get away at this moment depends entirely on whether the prince of the palace can let go of the old brotherhood.

"After talking so much, you just want to persuade me not to fight with Mr. Sumen. He is not a firewood stick that can be easily broken. Since you insist on stopping me, let's fight again."

Feng Qinghuan watched Wang Fujun clenched his fists, half of his body was slightly swaying, knowing that his strength was exhausted, but his condition was not much better. He didn't know whether to advance or retreat at the moment, and when he was about to draw his sword to fight, he was caught by Xue. Yan took it.

"Your Majesty, you treat your two elder brothers with deep affection. Xue Mou admires them very much, and I don't want Master and the old man to cover it up for me. It was Xue Mou who stopped the two of you in the tunnel back then."

Wang Fujun snorted coldly, "If your junior brother said so, I would believe it. Just by looking at your complexion, you can tell that you have been ill for more than a year or two, and you want to exonerate your master. Who can be fooled by such a childish trick?"

Feng Qinghuan was also puzzled, it is said that Xue Yan acted calmly and rarely acted impulsively to stand out for others, just when he was about to protect others behind him, he heard him rushing: "If you don't believe me, please see——"

Xue Yan shook his cuffs and stroked them all the way to his forearm, revealing a ferocious crescent-shaped scar. Wang Fujun staggered when he saw it, and said in surprise: "That day... was it really you?"

Although the wound has scabbed and healed, the light-colored lines are very clear, and Wang Fujun can clearly see that it was scratched by the plum blossom knife thrown by Xu Yanluo that day. Although the three of them parted ways afterwards, they never followed each other. Others have revealed the experience of that day.

"That's right, if the Lord Fu wants to avenge and resolve his grudges, you can do as you please."

Wang Fujun thought about it, leaned on the railing and did not move, "That day... must have been planned by Daoist Su Clan, and I didn't intend to kill him, I just wanted to ask the ins and outs, if he is as you two said, The plan is to save the world and help the poor, so my two elder brothers have accumulated blessings, so I don't care about him anymore, but if he is a hypocrite who seeks money and profit, this account must be clearly calculated."

"Is he... talking about it?" Feng Qinghuan showed joy, and looked back at Xue Yan, only to see that he was clutching his chest, obviously about to fall ill again, and hurriedly said: "Since the Lord Fu has figured it out , the two of us will go ahead."

As he was speaking, Xue Yan was picked up by Feng Qinghuan unexpectedly, hung on his back, and ran out of the inn in a hurry.

After walking about a hundred steps, Feng Qinghuan suddenly turned around, "My lord, don't you say you won't bother anymore? Why are you following me again?"

Xue Yan pinched Feng Qinghuan, and said with difficulty: "Your Majesty's intention just now is to follow you and me to find Master and talk about it face to face."

"Ah?" Feng Qinghuan yelled, and then saw that Wang Fujun only followed from a distance, not in a hurry to catch up, and walked faster in a daze, and after a while, he left the village and reached the fork in the road, Feng Qinghuan encountered a difficulty, He turned his head and said, "Brother, shall we go left or right?"

Xue Yan struggled, and said: "Let me down." Unexpectedly, Xue Yan jumped up as soon as his feet touched the ground, Feng Qinghuan tried his best to reach out, but he didn't even reach a piece of clothes.

"Brother, this is..." While muttering to himself, Xue Yan's voice came faintly from beside his ear—"Master Fu, Master told us to go west first, there is something important to do, if you If you want to see him as soon as possible, you can come with me, and you don't have to follow me anymore."

Feng Qinghuan was about to search for the sound and walk, when a cloth bag flew across the front, and would hit the tree trunk beside him, the stones in it scattered, and a few ink marks could be seen faintly.

Feng Qinghuan unfolded the silk in his hands, and only saw the words "Xing Xing" clearly. The subsequent handwriting was all smeared with blood, making it difficult to distinguish. , ordered you and me to go to Erma village, the matter of revenge for the Lord Fu has been delayed for a long time, and there can be no further delay, you go first, after five days, I will be able to meet you."

This corner of the mountain forest echoed endlessly, unable to distinguish the direction of the voice, Feng Qinghuan said in a daze, "Brother, how...how can you hold on to your body?"

"When I meet with Master, I will get rid of my stubborn illness. Qinghuan doesn't have to worry about it." The voice was about to fall, and the prince in the distance ran up the treetop with a few kicks, and soon his figure gradually faded away. Feng Qinghuan wanted to find He chased after him, but his feet were heavy and he couldn't gather any strength.

"Senior brother is like this again, he is so eager to leave me behind, after so many days, he is still on the defensive, for fear that I will cut off the name of his first disciple... Doesn't he know what kind of person I am... ..." Feng Qinghuan was puzzled, and the soles of his feet were numb, and he walked cursingly for a while, and finally settled down, heading west all the way.

After walking for three days, I calculated that it was still three months before the date agreed with Huangfu Xin. Feng Qinghuan didn't expect to meet her, but she was inexplicably looking forward to it. The main thing is to be able to see it, and we must show off the entry of the past two years, so as to save her from being buried..."

On the evening of the fifth day, Feng Qinghuan was driving back and forth on the main road, feeling uneasy, "Brother, didn't you say you can come today, why haven't you seen anyone?" Feng Qinghuan finished talking to himself, and suddenly Thinking of it, "Senior brother didn't even mention the meeting place that day, how to teach people to wait for him? Did he forget...or..."

Feng Qinghuan sat on the side of the road and thought about it again and again, but still decided to move forward, "Anyway, the Canlangqiang people have not been killed, so I will wait in Erma Village, and I should wait for someone no matter what."

After walking for a few more days, I arrived at the bank of the Bailong River, where the sky and mountains stretched across the sky, which was completely different from the scenery when I came here. Feng Qinghuan sat and forgot here, thinking that he hadn't practiced swords for many days, so he raised his sword and walked to the open ground, dancing endlessly .

"I don't know how well I have practiced this style of 'Qinglong Wagging Tail'. It would be nice if someone came to try the move..." Feng Qinghuan was thinking, when the sword clanked twice, the two silver needles were knocked off by him.

"Who?"

As soon as Feng Qinghuan settled down, a black shadow in the forest was in a trance, hurriedly chased forward, and shouted: "Who haunts and dares to attack Master Zhishui?"

The black shadow neither stepped forward nor retreated, as if standing still and waiting for Feng Qinghuan, Feng Qinghuan's feet stopped and moved, and he always kept five feet away.

Passing through the mountains and trees, the scenery gradually overlaps with the memories of the past.The traveler in black was very familiar with the trails in the mountains, so he led Feng Qinghuan around the barrier of the village gate.