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

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 roared and slammed into the soft sedan chair, and at the same time, his brothers also roared and rushed out of the ambush one after another, surrounding the green tweed soft sedan chair. 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. Looking 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 widened, and he gritted his teeth and said lightly to Sima: "You old fox, these thirty years of old accounts, we should also settle them, right?" ”

Sima Qingyan said unhurriedly: "I originally came to settle accounts with you, otherwise, I would have hidden and not show up." With you like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to find me for another thirty years. ”

Yuan Feng was stunned: "Don't talk nonsense!" Where was the 10,000 taels of gold hidden? Hand it over to me, or I'll make your head move. Yuan Feng shook the falling flower knife in his hand as he spoke.

Sima Qingyan snorted in his nose. "Gold, you will never see it." ”

"Why?" Yuan Feng's heart was cold.

"To tell you the truth, the 10,000 taels of gold have been used up by me, and the last remaining point. I have hired this palanquin and these servants today. ”

Sima Qingyan said with a "hehe" smile. The smile was both sly and hideous.

"You ......" Yuan Feng's heart was like falling into an ice cave, and from Sima Qingyan's eyes, he was sure that he was telling the truth, so he stammered for a long time and held back a sentence: "Without gold, I will kill you today, grandpa!" He slashed at Sima Qingyan's chest with a "sudden" knife.

In fact, Yuan Feng's knife was just a false move, the purpose was to force Sima Qingyan to use Lingyun Flying Sleeve to parry, as long as he parried. Next, Yuan Feng will have a series of three knives to attack the opponent directly. However, the tricks prepared by Yuan Feng did not come in handy. Because after his false move, a long hole immediately opened on Sima Qingyan's chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Good...... What a fast knife, isn't it...... Could it be that you have already practiced the Falling Flower Knife to the ...... The ninth? 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.

"Thank you." Just when Yuan Feng was at a loss, Sima Qingyan muttered to him.

Oh, my God! I slashed him, but he wanted to thank me, what is the reason? Yuan Feng was even more dazed.

Sima Qingyan looked at him and beckoned to him. Yuan Feng turned around, only to hear Sima Qingyan explain to him: "I am seriously ill, Lang Zhong said that my lung lobes are about to rot, I am coughing up blood every day, life is better than death, but I don't have the courage to commit suicide, think about it, I think of you, so I will release the wind on the rivers and lakes to lead you here." If my expectations are good, Huo Jingshui is coming soon......"

"You...... You're so vicious! Looking at Sima Qingyan's old face in front of him that was distorted by pain, a cruel smile flashed out of pride.

Yuan Feng immediately pulled out of his dazed mood and began to feel chills all over his body. He glared at Sima Qingyan with two eyes: "It's not enough for you to cause us to be in the rivers and lakes for thirty years, why don't you even let us go?" ”

"Of course I can't let you go." Sima Qingyan's eyes flashed with pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Because I have hatred in my heart!" Fifty-five years ago, when I was just eight years old, I was so simple and kind that I was reluctant to trample an ant to death when I walked. But your master ruined my life, and that night, when my father's cold body was carried home by my uncles, it was doomed that I could only spend my life in hatred. ”

"You're wrong!" Yuan Feng defended, "Listen to my master, your father did not die under his knife, but died from a fatal shot by Huo Jingshui's father. ”

"Your master, this is lying to you! Back then, my father's Lingyun Feisleeve had been practiced to the realm of the ancients, and your master and Huo Jingshui's father were worried that our Lingyun Feisleeve Sect would be invincible in the world from now on, so they resorted to trickery to ask my father to drink, saying that the various sects wanted to turn the conflict into a jade silk, and never fight again, my father believed your master's nonsense, so he ......" When Sima Qingyan said this, he was excited, and blood gushed out from the wound.

A deep helplessness instantly enveloped Yuan Feng's whole body, and at this moment, the hatred that had shrouded him for thirty years turned into a blank.

"This is a game of chess, a game of dead chess, you and I, as well as Huo Jingshui, were born as chess pieces." This was the last thing Sima Qingyan said to Yuan Feng, and after finishing the words, his body fell off the soft sedan chair.

This winter, it seems to be even colder than in previous years, and Yuan Feng couldn't help but shiver. When Sima Qingyan's servants saw it, they thought that Yuan Feng was going to clean them up, so they immediately screamed and fled in all directions.

A brother who was standing far away didn't hear the conversation between Yuan Feng and Sima Qingyan, and rushed over eagerly and asked, "Where is the gold?" What about the gold that this guy embezzled? ”

Yuan Feng muttered to him, "Gold? There is no gold here, only hatred! (To be continued......)