In the old martial arts in the capital, Liu Aoyang, who was holding his hands behind his back, suddenly had a strange look in his heart, he raised his head, looked at the uncertain night sky, and his expression slowly became dull.

"When you come to the capital again, all the stories, all the mysteries, will be revealed..."

Liu Aoyang muttered to himself, his voice was long, but there was no listener.

In Beicheng, the woman walked out of that street, but the footprints she left behind were slowly covered with snowflakes, as if she had never been to this world, or this river and lake.

A phone call came, and the direction of the call was still Beicheng.

The content of the call was simple, incredibly simple.

"That lone wolf, dead. ”

She listened, hung up the phone unhurriedly, and still muttered the name in her mouth, Su Cangsheng...

As for whether the name would make waves, she didn't know, she just knew that the name was written crookedly on an ancient sword.

Who is playing this game of chess?

Who is the opponent?

This Jianghu?

This era?

Or is it the sky?

In the heavenly game, will anyone win this day and a half?

If there is, then it must be the common people.

In Xicheng, where there were still snowflakes, Li Banruo threw away his cigarette butts, and his physical strength and spirit had almost collapsed after a few days of sleepless tossing.

He returned to the West City alive, but instead felt that something was missing, as if his soul had been lost in the North City.

GL8 stopped in front of Wei Qinghe, and it was Li Banruo who got out of the car, and then the arrogant sister with Luo Luo pinned to her waist, and Xue Monkey just gave Wei Qinghe a look, and drove away.

"I'm back..."Li Panruo looked up at the Emperor Nine Mansion and muttered to himself.

This is where the woman rose, and this is where the same woman fell.

Wei Qinghe nodded silently, a light flashed in her eyes, and then said, "We've been waiting." ”

Li Banruo didn't speak, he just asked, "What about Abin?"

One sentence made Wei Qinghe's expression, who had already regained her fighting spirit, darken, and she didn't answer Li Banruo's question directly, but said slowly: "Follow me upstairs, and when Hejing and them arrive, someone will explain all this to you." ”

"Answer my question. Li Panruo asked with an almost indifferent expression, he understood very well why Wei Qinghe's eyes were dodging.

Just when Wei Qinghe suddenly felt a little difficult to ride a tiger, the car lights flashed again in the distance, she seemed to see a savior, but for this bastard, will it pull him into the deepest despair?

Kitajo Aomori Golf.

This is a naked spike, without any suspense at all.

Someone fell, the scimitar in someone's hand cut Luo Qingcang's arm, everything happened in an instant, and almost everyone didn't react to what had just happened.

Guo Qingyi put away the scimitar, she didn't leave a fatal wound to Luo Qingcang just now, so she didn't continue the pursuit, she knew that there was no point in fighting with Luo Qingcang now.

Luo Qingcang touched the wound on his shoulder, and said with a playful expression: "Senior sister, now that this lone wolf is dead, if you kill me here, then this story will not be interesting at all, don't you want to see the end of this story?"

"For you, this ending is so important?" Guo Qingyi said as he looked at the lone wolf who fell to the ground.

"Important, why not important, if this ending wasn't important, I wouldn't have done this. Luo Qingcang also looked at the lone wolf and said, he suddenly saw another future, but that future would not come.

If there is no such book in another time and space, will this lone wolf be able to walk sideways in the rivers and lakes?

has a master who is the first master in the capital.

has a senior brother who is the first dark horse in the capital.

has a senior sister who has the first hand of the knife in the capital.

In the future, Luo Qingcang wanted to laugh when he thought about it, but there would be no future.

"Luo Qingcang, you have gone crazy, in order to explore the truth, how many have you killed along the way?" Guo Qingyi put down the battle intent in her eyes, but a trace of sadness appeared, in her opinion, the more this northern eagle spreads its wings and flies high in the rivers and lakes, the more pathetic it is.

"Senior sister, I found this truth seventeen years ago, and when I left, I saw the tears of the old man as I wished, and he must have hated it, but he knew very well that he couldn't do it, so I will uncover this truth, the lone wolf can't do it, you can't do it, only I can do it. Luo Qingcang said, looking up at the sky, the snow this night.

It's like that winter night seventeen years ago.

It's ridiculous to think about it, everyone thinks that he has only been here for thirteen years, but in fact, only he understands that he left Xiaoxinganling seventeen years ago, this is a huge scam, there are countless participants, and the identity is huge, so this scam, no matter what, there are people who don't want to be revealed.

Whether it is Liu Aoyang, Guo Yegun, or those who purge him as a rebel for Tianxingdao, they just see the other side of this story.

On the night he left Xiaoxinganling, he took one last look at the sleeping child, who was already standing outside the house with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for him.

"Qingcang, remember that if you leave here, the infamy will carry you for the rest of your life, are you really willing to take this step?"

The old man took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a thin puff of smoke.

The young man didn't answer, he just stepped out of the threshold, maybe he just wanted to experience what the old man had experienced.

"Master, you didn't lose the three-character sword back then, but handed it over to someone else, right?" the young man asked.

The old man smiled, but did not answer, perhaps having answered the boy's question.

The young man nodded slightly, muttered to himself, understood something, turned his head to look at the sleeping child, and said: "Give me twenty years, this child, there is no need to step out of this river and lake, I will clean up all this." ”

The old man shook his head silently, but said lightly that he could still live for seventeen years.

In a word, it is a prophecy.

The young man understood something, and continued to speak: "Then when you leave Xiaoxinganling, let him kill me." ”

"Qing Cang..." the old man's expression was a little bitter.

Time back to this moment, the boy has grown into the first dark horse in the capital, the old man has entered the ground, and the sleeping child is about to become famous, this is what time has given this story.

A small part, slowly uncovered, is covered with all kinds of scars, shocking and unbearable.

I only hope that when I return, I will still be a teenager;