Sui Yusheng waited in front of the gate of Pirong City, he looked for the familiar figure in the crowd that poured into the city, and he also suspected that his apprentice, who had never walked so far alone, had experienced the wind and dust of the past few days, and his appearance might have become unrecognizable. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But he didn't care, he still had the confidence to recognize his apprentice in his heart, everyone in the crowd, although they failed to complete the task of stopping Sister An Qiuliang, but they didn't care about the inconsequential gains and losses, only his apprentice, Xia Yiping, that kid had an extra burden, and would never accept that defeat so easily.

"Master......" Xia Yiping's voice appeared next to Sui Yusheng flatly, and Sui Yusheng didn't even notice his arrival at all, "Yiping...... Are you back?" said Sui Yusheng.

At this moment, Xia Yiping's thin body was hidden under the heavy clothes that were out of season, and a wide and loose fur hat was lying on his shoulders to cover his neck and head. Sui Yusheng faintly felt a strange aura, making him feel indescribably strange as the only one in the world who could be said to be familiar with Xia Yiping.

He took off Xia Yiping's hat, and he saw that Xia Yiping's eyes were wide open, and his brows were relaxed and soothing, not as troublesome as if he was troubled. But Sui Yusheng couldn't feel at ease, he saw Xia Yiping's face gradually become pale after leaving the hat, and then there was an abnormal flush on his cheeks, Xia Yiping lowered his head and trembled, intermittent white gas was inhaled and exhaled from his chapped lips, at this moment, Sui Yusheng also seemed to be in the cold night of midwinter, quietly watching an extreme thing that he couldn't interfere with.

Sui Yusheng looked at it, and was stunned like this, and he didn't come back to his senses until Xia Yiping stretched out his hand to take the hat.

"No!" Sui Yusheng patted Xia Yiping's outstretched hand, "Don't give birth to this crazy hypothesis! This is the hat you can wear at this time?"

"Master......" Xia Yiping raised his lowered head, he tried his best to suppress the chill that could not be dissipated, stabilized his body that did not obey the call, and slowly knelt down, and raised his two hands above his head with difficulty, just to ask for the hat.

Sui Yusheng handed over the hat in a daze, and had to watch Xia Yiping's lonely figure enter the city, getting farther and farther away from the city gate, he couldn't keep it, and he couldn't keep it, he seemed to see something, indicating that this disciple no longer had anything to do with him.

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The cane clicked on the ground three times, as if after a lot of deliberation, the mediocre man once again pushed open the door of the Jiling Prison Capital in front of him. Unexpectedly, it seemed to have changed, there was no longer an eerie atmosphere, and the thatch of the prison cell no longer smelled of blood and decay. The mediocre knew that another person who had come out of the fountain had become the new master of the prison capital.

"Ghosts are resurrected, people are resurrected, and they are reincarnated first when they are imprisoned. An old man's voice sounded, and a rickety figure walked out of the inside and came to the mediocre man's eyes, "Fourth son, it's been a long time, I don't know why you came here today?"

The mediocre man looked at him carefully, the old man looked stubbornly sick, and he was full of strange shapes, whether he was born with a deformity or an acquired disability, one eye was sick, and the other was missing, and only the lids that were weakly closed were sunk into a pit in the socket. The mediocre man knew that he should be him, just as he recognized himself, but the old man had changed so much that the mediocre man couldn't remember his name.

"Are you the new master of the prison capital?" asked the mediocre man, who wisely avoided the topic of their past experiences.

"Exactly. The old man replied.

"How do you call it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "There's no need for this, we don't have the fate to meet the second side......"

"But ......," said the mediocre man, "I have come to enter the Hidden Spring, and the meaning of your words is that I cannot enter?"

The old man grinned, revealing his still straight teeth, "You're still so smart. ”

"But I have been invited by the Lord of the Fountains!" said the mediocre man, "and I have cut myself off, and I cannot turn back." ”

"Really?" asked the old man, "can you really run here without the slightest trouble?"

The mediocre man frowned and said, "I have never been willing to let go of my past affairs, but in the end I just watched my burden get heavier and heavier. It tormented my mind and drove me again and again in vain. Many of these people are probably having a similar experience to me, and this may be the fate of my life. Although the mediocre man said other things, he also dispelled the old man's superfluous doubts.

"I know your heart," said the old man, "but only one thing. The prison capital will sometimes solve the problems of those who want to defect, but this time your problems are not solved by the prison capital. Don't be afraid, it's a flying disaster, it's not that you didn't do enough. As long as you can get out of this situation, the hell can still open the way for you. ”

"What?" the mediocre man wanted to ask more, but saw that the old man's figure was gradually blurred, and the surrounding scene gradually became different, he reached out to chase after him, but his hand was blocked by something. When he looked at it, he saw that it was the gate of the prison capital that blocked him, and he was standing in front of the gate of the prison capital, as if he had never been in it.

The mediocre man turned around slowly, and saw that the owner of the footsteps was walking towards him, and he faintly felt that the walking posture was very familiar, but he couldn't think of who it was, and when he put his eyes on the man's face, he realized that he was already "old and dizzy".

He stood there, waiting for the man to approach little by little, and he gradually saw that the man was holding an unsheathed knife in his hand, which was so familiar that he felt that his unsightly face had become clear.

"How...... How are you ......?"

"Huh?" Xi Songfeng stopped, he was indeed close enough to the mediocre, but his face was exactly the same as what the mediocre thought after seeing the knife. Xi Songfeng didn't seem to understand the mediocre man's incomprehensible question, but he had never seen the mediocre man, and he didn't want to delve into whether there was any other origin.

"Listen well, old man!" said Xi Songfeng, "the proud man called me to take your life, but he did not tell me why. If you are angry, you can let go of your hands and feet to snatch your way out of my hands, and don't worry about hurting a hairy child like me. ”

But seeing that the mediocre man untied the strap on his shoulder, the long knife he was carrying fell to the ground with a "bang", he slowly knelt down with his cane, and threw the cane aside, "Don't be so troublesome." I am willing to die by your hand, by your sword. ”

"Ah?" Xi Songfeng was surprised, before he came, an arrogant person reminded him that this mediocre man is strong in martial arts, experienced in a hundred battles, and is by no means a life that can be easily accepted, he is also ready for a bloody battle, with expectation and enthusiasm on the road, but at this moment it is like being poured a basin of cold water in front of him. Xi Singfeng's face just couldn't hide the disappointment, but he still said, "Okay!"

The mediocre man lowered his head, stretched his neck, and waited quietly for the knife to fall.

Xi Singfeng hesitated, at his age, but he had never killed anyone, if this first killing happened naturally in a competition, he wouldn't care, but this was like an executioner's execution, which really made him uncomfortable, his hand was on the handle of the knife, and he always pulled it up slightly and fell involuntarily.

Finally, he made up his mind to grasp the knife, pulled it out in one go, and raised it high above his head, just about to do it.

"Wait!" a man shouted, and then a figure with a long knife flew over.

Xi Singfeng was not stopped when he held his breath and exerted his strength, and he would not be angry, he looked at the person who stopped him, and said in surprise: "Why are you?"

"I ......" Zi Shirt couldn't speak, "It turned out to be a singing brother." ”

"Why are you here?" asked Xi Songfeng, and after a moment, he said again, "Oh, the mediocre is your master, right? You want to save him?" Xi Songfeng's face was relaxed, as if no matter how the purple shirt answered, he would not let him have any concerns.

"No!" replied firmly, "He treacherously killed several of my brothers and sisters who worked for him together, how can I save him?"

"Okay!" Xi Songfeng replied even more happily, "You come!" After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked a few steps, this scene of the executioner's execution, not only did he not want to participate in it, but he also did not want to watch it. Who knew that he turned around for only a moment, but saw Zi Qiushan dragging a long knife in one hand and running out with the other hand helping the mediocre man to run out, he actually wanted to escape from here like this. Xi Songfeng shook his head with a smile, and gently turned his head over one by one, blocking their way.

"Purple shirt, why are you embarrassed to lie to me?"

"What I said is true, I didn't lie to you half a word!" Zi Qiu argued, "It's just that I still have a few words to say to him, and I can't let him die here!"

Xi Songfeng didn't look back, he only tilted his arm, and compared a few numbers with his fingers: "One: I want to watch him die." Two: I don't have the leisure time to accompany you to wander around. ”

"Then I'm sorry!" Zi Qiu Shirt shouted angrily, immediately put down the mediocre man, and waved the long knife with both hands, "Alluring City!" Zhao Ming, Zi Qiu Shirt couldn't tell why, but he had no reservations, for this young man who had never fought in front of him, or watched him use martial arts, Zi Qiu Shirt only knew that this knife would definitely hurt or even kill him, and Zi Qiu Shirt also knew that if this knife hurt or killed the young man, he would at least offend the proud man.

"Alas, how can I draw a knife in front of me?" Xi Singfeng said a sentence flatly, but the mediocre man suddenly cried like crazy, but his cry could not be heard by the purple shirt who was bent on winning.

A knife with a ten-thousand-strong momentum was about to fall on the top of the purple shirt's head, but it seemed to be lightly blocked by something, it was also a knife, but it was much thinner than the one used in the purple shirt. Don't allow Zi Qiu to think too much, it's Xi Shengfeng's turn to launch an offensive, the knife that was blocked under Zi Qiushan's knife a moment ago, suddenly flashed in front of Zi Qiushan's eyes, the sharp blade flashed in front of Zi Qiushan's eyes, Zi Qiushan instinctively closed his eyes, only the moment he closed his eyes, he already knew in his heart that he was defeated.

Xi Songfeng's knife swung rapidly, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air constantly stimulated his ears and guts, and there was a strange pain intermittently all over his body, quickly disintegrating his will and consuming his strength. Under this offensive, Mo said that if he launched another offensive, even if he didn't even have a chance to protect himself, he had to let Xi sing the wind fall.

When the storm settled, Zi Qiu collapsed to the ground weakly, his long knife had already fallen off his hand and flew aside, and his joints were slightly or seriously injured, and now he couldn't exert any strength at all, "No...... Don't!" Zi Qiu pleaded, he didn't know if he was still alive and could still see things, whether it was Xi Singfeng who was still thinking about the brief friendship between the two at that crossing peak, but now there was only one way available.

Xi Songfeng slowly walked towards the mediocre, his expression became relaxed and comfortable, this short warm-up was enough for him to let go of his hands and feet and open his heart to face the first person he was about to kill.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from behind Xi Songfeng, the footsteps sounded very unstable, as if they would fall down at any time, Xi Songfeng naturally knew who it was, and when the footsteps were close at hand, the hand of the purple shirt was on Xi Songfeng's shoulder.

Xi Songfeng tilted his head to look to the side, the long knife of the purple shirt was still lying there, he was unguarded, but he heard the purple shirt say: "Stop the martial arts, divide the weather!"

Xi Songfeng just realized that something was wrong, and the next moment his whole body fell backwards uncontrollably, the hand on his shoulder could never exert force, but it could affect his whole body, he instinctively took a few steps back in order to prevent him from falling, and the purple shirt slapped his stomach with a soft palm, and he turned a few times and fell to the ground. When he got up again, he was already gray and embarrassed.

"Bastard, you damn it!" Xi scolded.

Purple Qiu staggered to the mediocre man's side, he had already given up the martial arts technique, and wanted to use the mediocre man's knife to kill the mediocre, but he didn't expect that when he was injured and gravity was exhausted, he would be grateful to this martial arts flow because of the glimmer of life created for the mediocre by this martial arts technique, and the master who taught him the martial arts technique.

Struggled to pick up the mediocre, pushed forward, only shouted "Go!" at the back of the mediocre, and then turned back to face Xi Singfeng, he was already determined to die, at this moment, Zi Qiu Shirt was willing to believe that the mediocre was still the mediocre who could ruthlessly kill the black Ziyi, the white brocade robe and the Qingluo skirt. Because that mediocre person should not care about the life or death of the only remaining purple shirt of the four, and he will definitely work hard to live in order to start a new life, in order to start a new life, that mediocre man killed the black Ziyi, the white brocade robe and the Qingluo skirt, and only owes one purple shirt, he will be happy to see the purple shirt die, and he will not feel guilty.

Looking at Xi Songfeng, who rushed over with anger, Zi Qiu closed his eyes again with satisfaction, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air came, which became more intense, and the pain all over his body came, and every time it seemed to come from a vital point in his body. In the brief pause before the final slash of this killing move fell on him, the purple shirt seemed to be a dead man.

The dead have the right to last glance at the beauty of time, and the dead have the right to forgive the person who killed him for the last time, the moment the body fell, the purple shirt gently opened his eyes, but saw that the knife that was going to take his life was cutting off the mediocre man who was blocking him, and the upper body of the mediocre was the first to slide down, and then the lower body of the fallen fell like a basin of water and sprinkled blood and internal organs all over the ground.

Xi Songfeng waved lightly, and the blood stains on the blade of the knife were thrown out, and he was holding the knife and looking at it carefully, but it was as clean as ever, Xi Songfeng grinned, and smiled extremely innocently. He ran away quickly, to get away from the smell of blood, and in a short time his cat slowly came to him, and he squatted down and opened his arms, and the cat jumped into his arms, and while caressing the cat into the distance, he said to the cat, "I will say!

He couldn't hold a fist, let alone sit up or stand up with his hands, but he could still use his elbows to prop up his body and crawl towards the mediocre little by little, he couldn't see the miserable state of the mediocrity's two halves in his eyes, only the familiar face.

But the mediocre man is like a return to the light, seeing the purple shirt crawling over, he can still respond with a smile and apology, "It's all my fault, you all told me to cherish my life, because I can live to this day, and many people have paid for my lives." ”

Zi Qiu looked at him and had more strength than himself, thinking that he was returning to the light, and he only had the strength to cry.

"It's a pity that I'm not a thing! I have failed the many people who have given me their lives, because I will fail in everything I do, and after getting used to not being able to do things myself, I gradually look down on the people who gave their lives for me. The mediocre man laughed as he spoke, "I, a good-for-nothing person, is not worthy of your life for me, I have thought back to every calamity I have experienced before, if I had died happily in any place, many people would have survived, and there would have been much less trouble." "It seems that the fire of life that burned at the last moment has lost its fuel, the eyes of the mediocre have become hollow, and the words have become vague and meaningless," Sheng Ping gave birth to ****...... Instead, my wife and I sat on the throne...... Let that knife cut off the imperial fortune...... The catastrophe of Fengyu Mountain...... Betrayal for no reason...... In front of the gates of a new destiny...... It's that knife again......"

He seemed to be whispering something, but the voice couldn't be heard clearly by Zi Qiushan, who said bitterly: "It's not like this! It's not like this! If you are still the fourth prince of Mei at the beginning, the dashing concubine, even if you are killed for no reason, it will be a blessing for us, but if you sink here, not only are you not allowed to kill innocents indiscriminately, but we will eliminate the harm for the world!" Although he said so, he just risked his life to protect it, but it was the mediocre who sank here.

The purple shirt is still talking something, the mediocre is still whispering something, they are divided into two worlds, and they only speak words that they can't hear each other.