Yuan Feng was shocked in his heart, hurriedly turned over and jumped up, hurriedly ran to the outside of the cave, and saw that the dart cart parked outside the cave was empty at this time, and the 10,000 taels of gold that he had robbed yesterday had been swept away by Sima Qingyan and his disciples. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yuan Feng gritted his teeth with hatred, and immediately woke up the brothers one by one. When everyone saw this situation, they were so angry that they wanted to arrest Sima Qingyan, an old thief, to cramp and peel the skin, and light the lamp to boil the fat.

They swore to heaven that they would find him even if they traveled to the ends of the earth. In this way, Yuan Feng and his brothers began to wander the rivers and lakes and embarked on a journey to find Sima Qingyan.

At the same time, Huo Jingshui was not idle, after he escaped from the Guillotine Valley, he knew that he had lost his taxes, and the court would not spare him, so he did not dare to return to the Wansheng Dart Game. When fighting with those masked robbers, Huo Jingshui had already concluded through the tricks used by the other party that the two robber leaders with strong martial arts were his old enemies Yuan Feng and Sima Qingyan. There are wrongs, debts are owners, since he knows who framed him, of course Huo Jingshui refuses to let them go. That night, he quietly sneaked into the residence of the Luohua Knife Sect and the Lingyun Flying Sleeve Sect, wanting to avenge the robbery, but the two sects had already gone to the empty house, and Huo Jingshui had been hiding nearby for many days, and he didn't see them come back, so he knew that they were deliberately hiding. As a result, Huo Jingshui also began to wander the rivers and lakes and embarked on the road of finding enemies.

The young children are old, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed.

In the past thirty years, Yuan Feng has been living a frightened life, on the one hand, he wants to find Sima Qingyan, and on the other hand, he is worried that Huo Jingshui or the imperial court will quickly hunt him down. During the thirty years of wandering, Yuan Feng and his brothers remained incognito and never dared to stay in one place for too long. They have worked as nurses, run through docks, worked as coolies, and even became killers who use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, which can be said to have tasted the bitterness of the world. Some of the brothers have died of old age and illness in a foreign land, but the remaining brothers are still infatuated and insist on following Yuan Feng and asking everywhere about Sima Qingyan's whereabouts.

Hard work pays off, this year, one of Yuan Feng's brothers finally heard an exciting good news from the mouth of a Jianghu guest, Sima Qingyan, who had been hidden for thirty years, was finally about to show his fox tail! According to the Jianghu guest, Sima Qingyan will take his wife and family back to his hometown to worship his ancestors on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. When he first heard the news, Yuan Feng was so excited that he burst into tears, and he had mixed feelings for a while, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart. Yuan Feng thought hatefully: In the past 30 years, he and his brothers have slept in the open air, lived like pigs and dogs, but Sima Qingyan wrapped the ten thousand taels of gold obtained from the robbery dart around his waist, accompanied by his wife and beautiful women, and enjoyed the blessings of the world. Although they are also incognito, they are really worlds apart!

Without further ado, at that moment, Yuan Feng and his brothers couldn't wait to rush back.

Sure enough, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, in front of the ancestral tomb of the Sima family in the north of Yongnian City, a group of people wearing filial piety clothes surrounded a green tweed soft sedan chair carried by four people, and slowly walked here. When he saw this sedan chair, Yuan Feng, who was ambushed in the mass grave, couldn't help but beat faster, and he subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife at his waist. In the past thirty years, the hatred for Sima Qingyan has been like a fierce beast, biting his heart every day, and if he doesn't kill this old thief with his own hands, he won't be blind to death. But when the opportunity really came, Yuan Feng's heart suddenly became nervous again.

The green tweed sedan chair slowly approached, and finally stopped in front of the ancestral tomb, the sedan curtain was lifted, and an old man wearing a gold-edged Suzhou embroidered fur jacket appeared in front of Yuan Feng's eyes. Although he hadn't seen him for decades, Yuan Feng still recognized him at a glance as Sima Qingyan, but he hadn't seen him for decades, and this head of the Lingyun Feisleeve Sect was much fatter than back then. Yuan Feng saw that he had been reduced to the appearance of not being like a human or a ghost, his hair was like a pile of wild grass, and his face was full of chilblains, but this damn Sima Qingyan was full of wealth and nobility, dressed gracefully and luxuriously, and there were groups of servants around him. As soon as the two were compared, Yuan Feng had a strong sense of jealousy and inferiority.

As the saying goes: When enemies see each other, they are very red.

At this moment, the anger that had been holding back in Yuan Feng's heart for thirty years erupted like a volcano, and he swooped down on the soft sedan chair with a loud roar, and at the same time, his brothers also roared angrily and rushed out of the ambush one after another, surrounding the green tweed soft sedan to prevent Sima Qingyan from escaping. But at this moment, Sima Qingyan in the soft sedan chair looked calm as usual, as if he had seen an old friend who had not seen him for many years, and looked at Yuan Feng with a smile.

Yuan Feng was confused by Sima Qingyan's expression: Could it be that he hasn't seen him for thirty years, and he has already practiced peerless martial arts? Could it be that he has already made up his mind to defeat himself?

Yuan Feng's eyes glared, and he "suddenly" slashed at Sima Qingyan's chest. Yuan Feng's knife is just a false move, the purpose is to force Sima Qingyan to parry with Lingyun Flying Sleeve, as long as he parries, Yuan Feng will have a series of three knives to attack the opponent directly. However, the trick that Yuan Feng had prepared did not come in handy, because after his false move, a long gash immediately opened in Sima Qingyan's chest, and blood splattered everywhere in an instant.

Sima Qingyan's old face was distorted and deformed because of the pain.

Yuan Feng was stunned, and he didn't understand why his sword technique suddenly increased in power today. Settle down and think about it, is it possible that the most exquisite knife technique in the world can only be practiced after putting down the knife? Is this an esoteric knife theory, or a brilliant satire on the practitioner? Yuan Feng was a little dazed in his heart, he had unknowingly cultivated the ninth level of the Falling Flower Sword Sect.

Sima Qingyan told Yuan Feng on his deathbed that the gold had been spent by him, and now he was seriously ill, and Lang Zhong diagnosed that his lung lobes were about to rot, and he was coughing up blood every day, and life was better than death, but he didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

Yuan Feng didn't expect Sima Qingyan to calculate himself before he died, Sima Qingyan died, and the hatred that had shrouded Yuan Feng's heart for thirty years turned into a blank.

At this time, Yuan Feng saw a ragged figure, passing through the mass grave, flying towards here, and he couldn't see the face of the person who came, but Yuan Feng had already noticed the silver spear that the man was dragging in his hand.

Isn't this Huo Jingshui? A helpless wry smile appeared at the corner of Yuan Feng's mouth. I haven't seen him for 30 years, Huo Jingshui, who was known as "a shot shook Hexi", has now become a white-haired old man with a dusty face, and he has suffered a lot over the years.