The voices of the people who gathered downstairs to drink came and went, and the inn was already simple, even on the second floor, it could catch the high-pitched talk of those people downstairs, which really disturbed people's dreams. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Duan Chengcheng didn't sleep all night, it was impossible to sleep in that kind of environment, and many of those miscellaneous talks were about the martial arts alliance leader and the first village in the world. This is also an unexpected gain for her, who knows nothing about the situation in the martial arts now, and she has heard a rough idea of the big and small things in the martial arts overnight.

But she didn't intend to stay in that inn, and as soon as the day dawned, she simply freshened up, left the inn early, and then went in the direction of the city.

After the city, the horse turned to a remote mountain road, a road that she knew all too well, and had traveled back and forth countless times, just to meet someone, a friend she had to miss for a long time.

In the past, in the middle of every month, she would go to Shaolin Temple alone, but this time, she was a few days late, and this delay was half a year.

The autumn maples in the mountains stained the forest paths red, and the gray figures rode their horses in a hurry, submerged by the autumn colors of the mountains, and the smell of fallen leaves drifted in the wind, adding a little bleakness and desolation in people's hearts.

After going up the mountain, she did not take the gate of the main mountain of Shaolin Temple, but went around the back mountain on the trail, where there was a green mound, and the people buried were all ownerless and lonely souls, and the people she wanted to see were also buried here.

When she came to the bluestone tombstone, the incense candle in front of the monument had just been half burned, and wisps of green smoke rose up, and when the wind blew, the smoke scattered invisibly.

It seems that someone came to worship just now, it should be the monks in the temple, in this world, except for Li Mobai and them, only she knows that Wu Huan is buried here, but they are all far away now, it can't be them.

After a long time of wind and rain, the stele has been covered with a thin layer of moss, this new tomb erected half a year ago, now also plated with a layer of long-standing desolation, loneliness, silence, these unspeakable traces, are gradually forgotten proof.

One day, there will be a time when she can't come, and by that time, she will gradually forget about this place......

She dusted off the leaves that had fallen around the tombstone and wiped the dust off the stone with a white silk.

She sat alone in front of the grave for a long time, her expression soft and calm, until the half of the pillar in front of the grave burned out, until the sun in the sky gradually sank to the west.

When Nangong Yu said goodbye to the abbot and walked through the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, it was already the time of the setting sun.

The sky is full of glow, like a firelight, reflecting the red maple falling shadows all over the ground, the cool breeze Buddha face, and the autumn air hits people.

He put aside the troubles and heavy tasks, did not let any subordinates follow, but climbed the Shaolin alone away from the hustle and bustle, and it was rare to hide in the temple for half a day.

But this purity also has a time limit, and there are still many things waiting for him to do, and he cannot leave this last responsibility behind.

Since the collapse of Mingyue Palace half a year ago, he has searched for Duan Chengcheng in many ways to no avail, and unconsciously, the number of times he has come to Shaolin Temple has gradually increased.

He couldn't find her anyway, maybe she was dead, as rumored in the rivers and lakes, but he never dared to look at this cruel fact.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye, and he finally took back the people who sent him to find him, and finally gradually recognized the reality. He never believed that she was dead, but the tombstone in Shaolin's back mountain, which had been unattended for half a year, reminded him to accept reality.

The owner of the tombstone was so important to her, she used to come every month as scheduled, but since half a year ago, no one has come to this tombstone except himself.

He led the horse, his expression was no longer as high-spirited as before, and there was no former ruffian in his words and deeds.

When strolling down the mountain gate, the slanting sun is fading, and the autumn glow is red.

And those who had followed him all the way in the dark seemed to be unwilling to endure any longer, and as soon as his front foot was not far from the mountain gate, his back foot appeared to cut off his way of advance and retreat, and the blade of the sword glowed faintly cold in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the murderous aura was soaring.

"It seems that some people finally can't hold their breath, and they don't want to be an enemy of Tianjilou on the surface, so they want to assassinate them......" Nangong Yuyun looked at the group of people who cut off his way lightly, and looked at the group of people from the rivers and lakes who intercepted his way disappreciatively, "I just don't know what Situ Jing means, or what the martial arts alliance leader means?" ”

"We are also using people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and we can't answer such a complicated question." The leader said, the Han Feng sword blade in his hand was sheathed, and pointed directly at him, "I'm sorry, Nangong Mansion Master." ”

Nangong Yu didn't have time to ask more, as soon as the other party's words fell, he took advantage of the situation to pick up his sword and stab at him, he was forced to take a few steps back, and when the others saw this, they all held their blades and parried him at the same time, instantly trapping him in it, leaving no room for retreat.

The sharp sword edge was imminent, and he couldn't hesitate, and the Xuan Fan in his hand opened to block the person's life-killing sword, and the attacks of others also attacked one after another at this moment.

He secretly pinched a cold sweat for himself, with the help of the impact of the man's sword qi, he reflexively leaned back to avoid those horizontal blades, and when his body touched the ground, he slapped the ground with his palm, and when he turned over and took off, the Xuanji fan instantly turned into a clever long sword in his hand, the true qi flowed the sword body, and the sword blade swirled and swept between everyone, and the sword qi rushed towards the enemy like winter ice, forcing several people to retreat a few steps in an instant.

"It is worthy of being the master of Nangong Building, and his martial arts attainments are really different from ordinary people!" The moment the leader was forced to retreat, he raised his sword again and counterattacked, the two blades were connected, and the sword blade whispered in the anger of the two. The man turned to sneer, and the killing intent was even heavier, "But you alone, I don't know how long you can last?" ”

Nangong Yu was not timid, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Then you can try it." ”

At the end of his words, his sword suddenly turned lightly in his hand, and Hui Feng swept towards the opponent, but the other party was not an easy person to deal with, and it didn't take much effort to break his move.

Nangong Yu now regrets a little, why didn't he bring a soldier and come alone.

He also expected that someone might come to him for trouble recently, but he didn't expect that the opponent he met would be so troublesome, and it was rare for him to be targeted by others alone.

After a few rounds, he didn't have any advantage, he was outnumbered single-handedly, while the opponent had more than a dozen people, and all of them were not weak.

After such a long time, even if he doesn't lose, his physical strength will be exhausted, and it will not be good at that time...... (To be continued.) )