The main peak is a cottage. [Full text reading]

For some reason, Ah Zhe, who always felt restless, jumped off the tall locust tree, looked at the grass house, and only retracted his gaze for a long time, held the Zang Feng sword in his hand, and wandered in front of the grass house.

The moon no longer knew where it had gone, and only a few stars in the sky were still emitting a faint starlight, but this light was too faint to illuminate the thick lead-like darkness between heaven and earth, let alone the person walking in the darkness.

Since the victory of Hangu Pass, two-thirds of the Dragon Elephant Army has been sent to the Demon Domain, and the remaining one-third has more than 10,000 people, excluding the more than 4,000 people assigned to maintain basic order in the Kendo Sect, and there are about 10,000 people who remain in the base camp of the back mountain of the Kendo Sect.

Today's main peak behind the mountain, has been built into a strict military fortress by the Dragon Elephant Army, layer by layer of camp tents and secret sentinels guarding the most central commander's camp, if there is no pass token in hand, let alone a person, even if it is a fly, it will not want to pass.

However, Fan Shanhe walked towards the camp as if no one was around.

Such a strict camp, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, I don't know how many light and dark rune traps along the way, Fanshan and He are no longer the original Fanshan River, how to avoid these sentry posts and traps?

He walked forward step by step, his feet began to slowly shatter, turning into countless tiny blood-colored mist, then his calves, gradually rising up to his head, all turning into a blood mist, hidden in the thick dark twilight, floating towards the commander's camp.

The tent was brightly lit, and even now, the two guards guarding outside the tent looked around vigilantly, not only that, but even their divine senses were released, probing the movements within a radius of twenty zhang.

The wind blew with a faint smell of blood, and the guard on the left sneezed, turned to look at a bonfire in the distance, inhaled through his nose and said, "Scorpions, are you getting game again?"

Another guard said angrily: "Now it's time for us to take a shift, so we can only drool here." ”

The guard on the left swallowed his spit and said, "Just think about it, the safety of the general is the most important thing." ”

The guard on the right asked, "Is it necessary to be so careful?" Not to mention that no one in the current Shiwei Realm dares to break into our Kendo Sect, just this iron bucket-like military camp, who can break in?!"

The guard on the left said: "Our self-blame is to protect the safety of the general, and it is the last line of defense of the general, no matter whether it is a Jin Ge iron horse or a song and dance outside, we must not slack off in the slightest!"

The guard on the right was stunned for a moment, "It's this Li'er!" said and continued to guard the surroundings.

However, what the two didn't know was that at the moment when they were talking, the wind that exuded a faint smell of blood had quietly come to the big tent.

Yu Chi Longxiang was looking at a summary of the latest information sent from the Demon Domain.

Although the Demon Domain has nominally been occupied by the Shiwei Realm, there will be rebellions almost every day, and individual sporadic small S chaos will naturally not be put on Yu Chi Longxiang's desk, what he has in his hands is the intelligence analysis of the Qing family and the thousands of demon eaters.

After the battle of Hangu Pass, the seriously injured Qing Hongtai, the head of the Qing family, was killed by the Confucian sage, Leyou fled with the high priest Asule, the power of the Demon King Palace was washed in blood, and the eight hundred miles of Qingyuan lost a generation of male masters, in Qingshi City, Qing Hongtai's eldest son Qing Wuyang announced that he would take over as the head of the Qing family, and cleaned the Qing family who opposed him by bloody means.

When Qing Wuyang announced that he had become the head of the Qing family, he also announced that the Eight Hundred Miles Qingyuan refused to surrender and wanted to live and die with the Demon Domain.

Eight thousand Confucian Taoist Zungong powerhouses rushed to Qingyuan to suppress them, but they were intercepted and killed halfway, and more than half of them were killed and wounded, and it was not until this time that the true essence of the Qing family was shown in front of the world.

Four Spirit Void Realm powers, six thousand wolf riders, more than 30,000 elite cultivators who can become elite cavalry pawns on horseback, and countless war horses in the eight hundred miles of Qingyuan.

The world was shocked.

After another interception of reinforcements from the Kingdom of Wind, Qingyuan has become a holy place in the hearts of the rebels of the Demon Domain.

Yu Chi Longxiang put the battle report in his hand on the table, and muttered to himself: "It stands to reason that Qing Xuancai, one of the three heroes of the Demon Domain, should sit on the position of the head of the Qing family, but in the end, his half-brother Qing Wuyang took the lead, Qing Wuyang, this person, when Qing Hongtai was alive, gave an eight-character comment, 'The posture of the mean, the maintenance is acceptable', but unexpectedly, this eldest son, who behaves modestly everywhere, secretly won over the four hidden elders of the Qing family. ”

Yu Chi Longxiang rubbed his sour eyes, then spread out the white paper, and wrote: "Qing Xuan's son has a very broad heart and a great plan, but if there is no support ......from the Qing family, it will be difficult to achieve a great cause, and it can be provoked and divided."

The pen is silent, but every word can determine the next trend of the Demon Domain.

The light was dim, Yu Chilong suddenly saw a shadow flashing next to him out of the corner of his eye, he looked up, but he couldn't see anyone, thinking that he was probably worried too much recently, and he had some illusions for a while, so he put down the pen and slowed down, and only put down the pen again after a while.

“…… This letter should not be seen by a third party, and Wen Xiandi burned it immediately after reading it. ”

Yu Chi Longxiang put down the pen, rubbed his sour wrist, and was looking down to load the letter paper when he saw an extra shadow on the table.

The battle-hardened warrior turned abruptly.

But his head was cut off by a sword that shimmered with cold light.

Hot blood gushed out and spilled on the table, and on the letter paper where the pen and ink had not dried, it was like a lot of strange red flowers.

"He is in charge of tens of thousands of dragon elephant troops, but he is only a mid-stage cultivator of the Tribulation, and he has not even been able to cultivate the Yuan Infant Divine Soul, and he has become a general in vain!" Fan Shanhe licked the blood Y that still had residual warmth on the sword, the blood mist in his eyes became thicker, he smashed his mouth, and said to himself, "Sure enough, the blood of a cultivator in the Spirit Void Realm is delicious." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the piece of letter, read only a few words, and then threw it on the ground at random, turned into a cloud of blood mist, and floated out of the gap in the big tent.

The blood mist dances with the wind, disappears with the wind, and comes with the wind.

Today's West Lake has become the most popular place of the Kendo Sect, and even with the rise of the Kendo Sect as the head of the new generation of holy places, the West Lake has also become famous.

The most famous thing about the West Lake is the newly renovated nine-storey building, which is located in the middle of the West Lake, with unique ingenuity, majestic atmosphere and exquisite elegance.

There is a huge plaque hanging outside the second floor, on which there are three big characters engraved by Yun Mo in black "Tide Viewing Building".

The West Lake is as big as the ocean, and whenever the wind rises, there will be waves on the lake.

On the same day, the green housekeeper asked Yun Mo to name the new building, just when the wind blew the lake and the tide sounded, Yun Mo waved the black giant and carved the three words of the tide tower on the plaque.

The third floor of the Guanchao Building is not open to the public, but it is only used as a place for the Kendo Sect to entertain guests.

The ninth floor is used to entertain the highest level of guests.

After the construction of the Tide Tower, the guests who have received it on the ninth floor can be counted on one hand.

It was autumn, and in the room to the north, the windows were open, a breeze was blowing, and the curtains of fine silk were gently dancing in the wind.

On the lake, the air is inevitably a little humid, but this breeze brings in not only the wetness, but also a faint smell of blood.

Xue Qianqian was lying on the bed, the wind blew the hair on her forehead, the blood mist condensed in the wind, turning into a hand, trying to straighten out the slightly messy green silk on her sideburns, for some reason, Xue Qianqian in her sleep frowned and turned over.

The blood mist scattered throughout the room converged into the form of a single person.

Fan Shanhe came to Xue Qianqian's side and sat on the couch next to her.

She woke up, but her eyes were still closed.

She had heard of Fan Shanhe, but he was actually her father.

Fan Shanhe looked at the face that was three points similar to himself, and muttered softly: "How many years, every year on your birthday, I will bury a jar of my own brewed daughter red under the osmanthus tree in the Holy Sword Gate." ”

"In a blink of an eye, under the osmanthus tree, dozens of altars have been buried, I often think, if any boy can enter your eyes in the future, when I go to see him, I will bring a jar of daughter Hong, and get him drunk. ”

Fan Shanhe smiled slightly, but it was not the Y evil smile before.

"As a father, am I a failure? The son-in-law of other people's families either took the initiative to come over to see his father-in-law, or was pulled over by his daughter, but I still had to take the initiative to find ****. If you don't say it, I also know that my own daughter is obviously in front of me, but I can't recognize each other, so I can only wait for you to fall asleep and then come over and nag a few words, after all, it's not mine. ”

"Back then, your grandmother came to the Holy Sword Gate to ask for someone, but I couldn't keep her. At that time, although I was not yet the master of the Holy Sword Sect, I had already won the leader of the sword path, and if I did it, the Snow Flower Holy Land would not be able to take people away. But how can I do it? She's your mother's mother after all. I'm not afraid of your grandmother, nor is I afraid of the snowflake holy land, but I can't cross the hurdle in my heart. The way of the sword and life I seek the most lies in a rational word, with a criterion, the sword can be straightened, with reason, I can have a clear conscience, but the truth of the world, after all, is not missing on my side. ”

Xue Qianqian's body trembled slightly, and when she heard these words, she was still a little difficult to accept.

"When I was in love with your mother, I pleaded with the master, but the master disagreed. So I went to the Snowflake Holy Land alone, knelt in front of the Crystal Palace of the Holy Maiden for seven days and seven nights, and begged your grandmother to marry your mother to me, but it was all in vain. At that time, I was already the next gate master designated by the Holy Sword Gate, and your mother was also the next generation of palace masters recognized by the Snow Flower Palace Lord, if the two of us combined, the balance of the five holy lands would inevitably be broken, and the Flame Spirit Gate, the Confucian Dao Zun Palace, and the Wind Kingdom would inevitably form an alliance against my Holy Sword Gate and the Snow Flower Holy Land. ”

"If I had been a little tougher and stronger, wouldn't it have been different?"

"It's a pity," Fan Shanhe suddenly let out a soft sigh, "How can there be a double perfection in the world, and live up to the world and live up to the world? ”

In the faint light, Xue Qianqian, who was facing away from Fanshan River, opened his eyes at some point, motionless, and two lines of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and crossed his cheeks.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, all wrong!"

Fan Shanhe's eyes suddenly turned into a burst of blood mist.

"After I was resurrected after death, I realized that what I did was wrong! I can't even keep my own women and can't even protect my own daughters, so what qualifications do I have to care about the lives and deaths of people in the world? The so-called balance, the so-called worry about the world, are just an excuse for my cowardice. ”

Fan Shanhe's voice suddenly rose, "I can't let go of the identity of the master of the Holy Sword Sect, I can't let go of the praise of the entire Shiwei Realm, I am troubled by false names, and I even died once for these false names, but I died, and I exchanged a life for the smooth road to victory in the Shiwei Realm, today, how many people can remember me? How many people pour incense and wine in front of my clothes and mounds?"

"People only remember the strong, remember the final winner, remember the Kendo Sect, remember Yun Mo, who can remember me?

"What a gentleman in the sword, what a sword saint of dog P, what is worried about the world, all the fucking people are dog P, it's ****, hahahaha, a bunch of smelly ****!

"I don't want to see the hypocritical faces of those people, I don't want to hear the debauchery laughs, and I don't want to be bothered by false names anymore!"

The blood mist in Fan Shanhe's eyes became thicker and brighter, and his expression became more and more hideous.

"Since I can live again, then on this day, I can no longer cover my eyes, this earth, can no longer bind my feet, these people, these smelly people, will disappear!"

Fan Shanhe's eyes were red, as if blood was burning.

He held the sword in his hand and slashed it violently, and an arc-shaped sword intent slashed through the thick wall, submerged into the lake, and exploded a column of water dozens of feet high.

Xue Qianqian couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up from the bed, and threw herself into Fan Shanhe's arms, "Uncle Fan, Uncle Fan, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?!"

Fan Shanhe pushed Xue Qianqian away, and roared hideously: "Smoke disappears, give me smoke, die, die, give me death!"

As he spoke, a sword slashed at Xue Qianqian's head.

Seeing that the sword blade was about to be slashed on Xue Qianqian's head, Xue Qianqian suddenly hissed and shouted, "Dad!"

is a simple word, but it contains more than 20 years of confusion and grievances, mixed with joy.

The sword blade, which was less than an inch away from Xue Qianqian's head, finally stopped at the last moment.

Fan Shanhe twisted his head, staring at the woman in front of him suspiciously, and his hideous expression slowly calmed down.

Two lines of hot tears crossed her cheeks, Xue Qianqian stepped forward and sobbed: "Dad, Dad, I'm your daughter, what's wrong with you, don't scare Qianqian!"

"Female, daughter?" Fan Shanhe made an inhumanly hoarse voice in his throat, and the blood-red eyes that were no longer distinguishable from the whites of his pupils slowly dimmed, stretched out a hand, trembling to touch Xue Qianqian's cheek.

Xue Qianqian hurriedly grabbed Fan Shanhe's hand and put it on his face, "Daddy, what's wrong with your hand, why is it so hot?"

Fan Shanhe suddenly withdrew his hand, and a more intense blood red quickly surged in his eyes.

"Daughter, I don't have a daughter in Fan Shanhe!" Fan Shanhe burst out, "Die, you give me death!"

His right hand was raised suddenly, and he held the sword in both hands, and suddenly exerted force.

"Qianqian, run away!" Just when the sword was about to fall on Xue Qianqian's head, Xue Qianqian was slammed away by Jing Lian who rushed over, and the sword blade was about to fall on Jing Lian's head.

Suddenly, a palm-sized ice lotus flower stood in front of Jian Feng.

Xue Qianqian got up from the ground and took Fan Shanhe's hand, "Dad, what's wrong with you?

Jing Lian said with difficulty: "Qianqian run away, he was confused by blood poison, and now he is no longer the Fanshan River we knew at the beginning!"

"No, no, no, I'm not leaving, I'm going to save Daddy!" Xue Qianqian cried.

Jinglian burst into a shout: "I can't support it anymore, you go quickly, go to your mother!"

"Mother, yes, mother has a way, mother must have a way!" Xue Qianqian no longer hesitated, turned around and swept towards the outside of the house.

Fan Shanhe's eyes were full of red light, and his whole body also became red, as if the blood Y in his body was burning.

Click.

The ice lotus flowers that stood in front of the sword blade suddenly shattered.

The Xuan Ling was destroyed, and the Jinglian Seven Orifices that were devoured by the backlash bled out.

The woman, who was commensurate with the sister of the Snow Flower Palace Master in private and watched Xue Qianqian grow up, closed her eyes.

The blade fell.

Jinglian was cut in half by a sword.

Fan Shanhe suddenly opened his bloody mouth, sucked that divine soul into his abdomen, and then turned around, broke through the wall, and chased after Xue Qianqian