Sun Yitang trembled and bowed his head silently, Mr. Tsing Yi shook his hand and said: "Stand down, people are watching the sky, take care of your good apprentice, don't want to hear these pickled things, murderers, people will always kill them, since you want to add a knife and axe, don't blame others for being ruthless......"

Sun Yitang and Jin Ciyang went downstairs together, Li Wuyin stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the blue sky outside the eaves, the mountains and rivers Sheji, and the sect downstairs that had not been reborn for the long river of history was too immature and too small. Fortunately, except for them, who have entered the twilight of their sect founders, the rest of the disciples are thriving and youthful, and the Divine Sword Sect has these fresh blood flowing constantly, and it can't be poured.

He was also young, wearing a green shirt and fighting with a sword, he measured the mountains and flowing water at the ends of the world with his feet, and he had seen it countless times. Next to him was his best friend, who was a guy with a grand ambition in his heart, who looked skinny and weak, but he was a man who practiced kung fu and entered the realm, and his fist broke through the wind and rain, which was much more powerful than him, a sword-wielding stunned man.

They have walked through many places together, singing in uneven places, and drinking happily in peaceful places.

It's a pity that in the end, in order to save himself, the young man named Su Hongye was interrupted by a punch to break the foundation of martial arts, and he completely became a waste person and returned to his hometown in despair.

He completed the dream of waking up with a smile when he was young, bought one or two mountains, opened a sect, taught kendo, and leveled the world with the sword. And the person who used to travel with him in all directions, although he asked again and again, he still didn't want to come to the sect to serve as the great elder of the sect, he just wanted to have a small thatched house in the back mountain, plant some seasonal vegetables with peace of mind, and watch the crops in the vegetable garden take root and sprout, grow little by little, and a bumper harvest is in sight.

Occasionally, he would bring two jugs of wine and go to the old friend to talk about the old days, and they drank slowly, and there was no more of the bold drinking of the past, and they would rest when they were drunk.

Later, he traveled everywhere, visited the famous mountains and asked with a sword, to raise the war with war, and the affairs of the sect were handed over to the management of the elders under the sect, and there were many such trips, every time he came back to drink with that old friend, he would find that his face was more and more wrinkled, his body was becoming more and more rickety, and his movements were getting slower and slower, and his face was not old, his back was still straight, his cultivation was becoming more and more profound, and the long sword in his hand was becoming sharper and sharper。

I heard from the people in the sect that the old man in the back mountain picked up a child, who was an abandoned baby, and he took care of the child as his own grandson.

Li Wuyin went to see the grandfather and grandson again before the retreat, the child was still young, ignorant, babbling, and the grandfather's eyes were full of love, watching his little grandson crawl around on the green grass.

After Li Wuyin entered the customs, he sat for ten years.

Ten years is just a flick of an eye for a monk, and for ordinary people, ten years may be a matter of people, and time may pass.

He had thought about it, thought that Su Hongye had already settled in the ground, thought that the Divine Sword Sect had flourished, and thought that the child had already attained the ambition of a young man.

"Whew~"

Mr. Tsing Yi exhaled a long breath, as if to vomit out the long-accumulated frustration of life in his heart, he climbed his hand on the railing, and slapped the railing again and again.

............

"Come again!"

Zheng Kuo bent down and kicked his legs, his body shot out like an arrow, and the long sword in his hand cut a snow-white, dazzling and dazzling.

Zhang Feng was in the spring breeze, smiling picturesquely, holding a sword in one hand and the other, and easily swung his sword to block Zheng Box's sharp and sharp attacks again and again.

On the sword platform, Zhang Feng's clothes were fluttering, and his sword was flowing smoothly, Zheng Box's movements were much slower unconsciously, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

Zhang Feng said with a smile: "There are only two identities in this world, one is the protagonist, the other is the supporting role, you should be self-aware, do your green leaves to call flowers, why bother to be a clown who jumps the beam with your teeth and claws, and at the same time attracts people's attention, isn't it also a joke? Is it interesting to be in such a limelight?"

Zheng Box's eyes were full of anger, and he didn't say a word, just took out his sword.

The sword moves are clumsy, sluggish, and the posture of sword light and condensation has long been gone.

"It's also very sad to say that your mother is just a concubine, with a humble status in the family, and even the eldest lady's maid is more noble than your mother, but fortunately, your mother's scheming is deep enough, and she insisted on putting on the hat of a shameless slut who fornicated with her subordinates and had no chastity at all, and forced Mrs. Zheng to hang herself, just to prove her innocence with death, and this is where your mother and son have a place to stand. Mrs. Zheng is a graceful lady without a city government, but his son, that is, Zheng Wenjie, the eldest son of your Zheng family, is not a master to mess with, your mother is now at home but is oppressed by your half-brother and can't hold her head up, fortunately you entered the Divine Sword Sect, otherwise without the talisman of the Divine Sword Sect, you and your mother will die how many times! Hahaha, it's really ridiculous, the same vicious person, your mother stabbed her in the back, the most poisonous thing is that a woman's heart is used on your mother, but I am evil but it is above board, I will scold you for being a cheap seed, what do you want me to do?"

Zhang Feng's words hurt people, and his words were heart-wrenching.

Zheng Box's eyes were red, and he roared angrily, he didn't want to lose any sword moves, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was used by him as a machete for woodcutters to collect firewood, and he slashed at Zhang Feng indiscriminately.

The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth provoked an arc, and when the long sword in his hand was blocked, he slid down, and directly snatched the Baihua sword given by Elder Jin in Zheng Box's hand.

Zhang Feng held the double sword in one hand, smiling insolently, he casually threw the Bai Hua sword behind him, and pressed the half-destroyed iron sword in his hand against Zheng Xuan's neck and smiled: "Your sword heart is also fragile, and people like you are embarrassed to hold a sword?"

Zheng Kuo lost his soul and was depressed, and the smart divine light in his eyes dissipated little by little.

Zhang Feng pressed the sword and put it on Zheng Box's shoulder, the blade of the sword cut through his clothes, and blood slowly oozed out. Zhang Feng still did not reduce the slightest strength, the sword continued to press down, Zheng Box's legs bent slightly, and he was about to kneel in front of Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng's smile became more and more intense.

"Bold, dare to damage the heart of the same sect!"

Elder Jin flew up to the stage, slapped Zhang Feng with one hand, and then directly beat Zheng Box to death with a palm.

Elder Jin supported the unconscious Zheng Box, glad in his heart, fortunately he arrived one step earlier, otherwise Zhang Feng's kid would continue to speak, and he would have to destroy Zheng Box's steady and restless sword heart.

It's a pity that Zheng Kuo has a great deal of guilt about his identity and his mother's past, like a reverse scale, and it is too dangerous to have such a variable on the path of cultivation.

Elder Jin fed Zheng Kuo a soothing elixir, turned his head and scolded angrily: "You kid is so bold! Ask the sword platform only to divide the victory and defeat, uncertain life and death, and not damage friendship! Where have you learned the rules of the sect? Sun Yitang, you son of a bitch, look at what you have taught!"

Zhang Feng's face was pale, his breath was disordered, and it was obvious that Elder Jin's slap was not light.

At this time, his lips trembled slightly, his eyes were resentful, and his eyes were like raising poisonous snakes, and he wanted to spit out the red letter and slowly crawl out.

Sun Yitang in the audience said disdainfully, "I don't have enough ability, who can I blame?"