Chapter 1219

"I'm really looking forward to it, old friend, are you looking forward to it?"

The taxi driver felt his scalp tingle, he couldn't figure out what this guy was trying to do, was this a psychopath?

In the end, the taxi driver didn't know how he drove to Tingfeng Pavilion.

"Here we are, sir!"

The car stopped, and the taxi driver felt a trilling sound in his voice as he said these words.

Wei Zhuang didn't answer, just opened the car door and walked down.

The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator as if he had been granted amnesty, and left the place as fast as he could.

A thunderbolt pierced the night sky, and the rain in the air began to fall heavier and heavier, Wei Zhuang held the dragon head knife in his backhand and walked forward step by step.

The streets were empty, the street lamps on both sides were dimly lit, and Wei Zhuang walked down the street, splashing with water under his feet with every step he took.

The rain in the air wet his face, the clothes on his body, and the dragon head knife in his hand.

Every time he took a step forward, several images would appear in Wei Zhuang's mind.

More than ten years ago, it was this street, the pavilion ten meters in front, where Wei Zhuang and Yang Dao fought, and finally Yang Dao used his double knives to leave two "Xs" on Wei Zhuang's chest that could never be erased.

Over the years, if the Beijiang Sword Idiot has always been a hurdle in Wei Zhuang's heart, then Shuangdao Yang Dao is a mountain standing in Wei Zhuang's heart.

The threshold of the sword idiot Wei Zhuang has passed, and now, he is waiting to climb over this mountain.

This is the obsession of a martial artist, and only by truly defeating this obsession can he see the sky.

Ten years ago, the street was not as bustling as it is now, and Shunfeng Pavilion is a very visible sign on this street.

Shunfeng Pavilion is a total of six stories high, which was almost a relatively tall building here at that time.

But now that both sides of the street have been expanded into high-rise buildings, and the old place is revisited, Wei Zhuang also feels that this Shunfeng Pavilion is no longer as atmospheric as it was back then.

Facing the heavy rain, Wei Zhuang entered the Shunfeng Pavilion, and then sat on the red bench inside.

He looked at the time in his hand, there were still a few minutes before eleven o'clock in the evening, and the double knife Yang Dao should be coming soon.

He looked straight ahead, and the scene from more than ten years ago flashed in his mind like a movie, the same place, the same time, the same heavy rain.

But Wei Zhuang will never let that scene from more than ten years ago repeat itself.

Back then, Yang Dao left the shocking X on Wei Zhuang's chest, and now, Wei Zhuang wants to return this X to Yang Dao's neck.

In the void, another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, crackling at the end of the city, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually, only the sound of heavy rain could be heard around it.

Eleven o'clock arrived, and this was the time that Wei Zhuang had agreed with Yang Dao.

However, on the other side of the street, the lean man with two knives on his back never appeared.

Wei Zhuang's brows furrowed slightly, in his impression, Yang Dao was not an unpunctual person, but now that the appointed time had passed, Yang Dao did not come.