Whether the Glazed Fairyland is willing to negotiate with the Immortal Palace of the Strange Age about the matter of no desire to belong is another matter.

At this time, on the side of the grass pavilion, opposite the stone table.

Mu Shaoai put down the pipe and sat down. After an accident encountered halfway, the word "moon" on the cigarette pipe could still be touched at this time, and the pharmacist knew that he must have caught up with someone behind him...... What a "soul".

Now the words have been brought and the people are safe.

Rather than exploring whether Wantless is really dead, Mu Shaoai wants to see the "black-haired swordsman" successfully find Du Fanglin one day, and the expression on Du Lao's face will appear at that time...... Maybe it will be directly "blooming", or not.

"Oops~~"

Is he such a wicked person?

Unfortunately, he is.

Mu Shaoai decided to probe a little: "Do you want to pass the news to Du Fanglin?" ”

Yu Jiefei glanced at Mu Shaoai, spread out a blank piece of paper on the desktop, and picked up the pen: "Naturally, I want it." ”

Oh~~~'Old talk, old moon, old white fog, is the soul nearby, but you have to listen carefully. Mu Shaoai watched Yu Jiefei's movements with great interest, thought in his heart, and said in his mouth: "Huhuhuhu~ Do you want to write to him?" ”

"yes." The jade step flew to pick up the pen and write in one go, and the wild grass jumped out on the paper, and then lifted the paper and shook off the brazier next to it, "When the person dies, there is a knowledge under the spring that I can receive the letter, but fortunately I have a brazier today." ”

The paper was unremarkable and burned to ashes.

There's nothing wrong with it, the letters to the "dead" are not burned.

Mu Shaoai and Yu Jiefei glanced at each other in the air, then picked up the cigarette pipe and put it to their mouths, inhaling deeply......

"Tsk."

If you talk about no desire, you will seek more blessings for yourself, and the other party will have already taken precautions. The pharmacist is old and tired, and his bones are about to fall apart, so he will go directly to retire and sell wind chimes!

With this method of communication, of course, Du Fanglin could not receive the news.

He didn't really "die".

It's just that not everything needs to be reported to him, and the people scattered all over the martial arts, such as Yu Jiefei, Jun Manxuan, or Qing Raccoon Huhusheng, all have the ability to judge independently and solve things.

Du Fanglin, he is really "idle".

Noon.

Time flowed like water, and soon it was dusk.

Last night, a certain canopy ship forwarded the news to the Northern Regions, and just because the whereabouts of the missing sword plague could not be found, the sword also tried to contact his former colleagues. Although Jufengli has completely withdrawn from the Central Plains, it still maintains good cooperation with the magazine.

In this way, the news of the death of the sword plague smoothly reached the hands of the suffering sword.

Remnant Forest.

Huangfu, the lord of the remnant forest, smiled and was silent for a long time in front of a newly piled lonely grave in the forest.

He has not yet recovered from his old feelings.

In the early hours of this morning, the knife plague suddenly broke into the remnant forest and killed people frantically, in order to protect the innocent people in the remnant forest, and to recognize this person as the former enemy in person, Huangfu Xiaochan became angry for the first time. But the moment the five fingers of his left hand touched the mouth of the sword's heart, the incomprehensible knife suddenly turned around and sank into her own chest.

"The person who killed the Huangfu clan is only me. If it weren't for the sword, I would have killed you too! ”

Perhaps it is the pain that stimulates the mind to gain a moment of lucidity, and the moment the sword swings the sword, the husband is removed from this hatred. "Ha, hahaha!" She jerked the incomprehensible knife out of her chest, spilling blood into the remnants of the forest.

From beginning to end, there was no apology, and when the woman who had been crazy for half her life fell to the ground, her eyes seemed to be looking at the sky where there were still stars, as if she had seen someone rise into the sky and turn into the morning star...... The corners of the knife plague's lips suddenly hooked slightly.

'Kang'er ......' At that time, Huangfu Xiaochan was sure that he had heard this sentence. He was distraught, unable to understand why the Knife Plague had suddenly come to the remnant forest, let alone why she had committed suicide in front of him.

It's like a "gift" from thousands of miles away.

Revenge has been avenged, but the heart is empty.

"Bury the body in the remnants of the forest." The remnants of the forest are merciful and protect the disabled people in the world. Is it a disability of the mind?

Huangfu smiled and closed his eyes...... Hatred, when it ends here.

……

Twilight.

Next to the Loess Avenue, on the bench of the grass pavilion, Du Fanglin heard the sound of the wind.

The wind, coming from all directions, brings turmoil between heaven and earth, like the slightest change, gradually converging into a frenzy that no one can stop.

In the place where the wind gathered in front of him, a man came slowly dragging his sword. At dusk, the four fields are dusk.

The sword was holding a black umbrella, and there was no rain, just like his tearless eyes. He held a helpless sword out of the sheath in his right hand, and said one step at a time: "The sword plague crosses, and only the ...... remains"

The incomprehensible love and hatred, the incomprehensible confusion, are like the entangled life of the rivers and lakes.

"There is no salvation from the sword, and the corpse is stepped!"

The letter he got from Jufeng was written by Du Fanglin. There was only one thing written on the letter, how to calculate the sword plague, how to ask the sword plague to kill Jia Minggong, and how to send her to the hands of the lord of the remnant forest with his backhand.

Knife plague can't be alive.

But there are many people who hope that "no mourning and one mediocre" can survive!

A sword came from the sky, like a light splitting the setting sun at dusk, and this "light" rose from the hand of the suffering sword, not bothered by the slightest sound of the wind. A sword without a sword, a sword sentence to death. In an instant, there were blades of grass flying around the grass pavilion again, and it was at this moment that the wind pressure that the sword blade couldn't suppress was destroying in all directions......

The tip of the sword hovered in front of Du Fanglin's eyes.

In an instant, the sword was already in front of him, and there was only one sword away. He threw down the black umbrella, which rolled down into the dust, "You, what do you have to say?" ”

The murderous aura was cold, just as the sword-wielding person suppressed the cold heart at this time. The hatred of killing a son and killing his wife makes the hand of the sword hold the sword very steady.

Du Fanglin opened the Xuanyu fan in his hand. This fan could easily be turned into two jade swords, one long and one short, in his hands, and it was easy to strike before the sword was moved.

The cold murderous aura of the Hopeless Sword had almost touched the center of his eyebrows, but on the contrary, the Suffering Sword was only one step away from death.

"Shouldn't Jia Minggong die? Shouldn't you die? Du Fanglin said, there is no mention of hatred. Let the name "Kang'er" remain dead in the heart of the sword forever, this may be the last compassion.

"If you really want to kill me, you won't give me a chance to leave a last word." If you really want to take revenge, the killing intent on the sword should not be condensed, and at this time, the two are fighting, and this grass pavilion should have been destroyed.

Du Fanglin is by no means a person who sits idly by. He was looking up to address a problem.

If the knife plague didn't deserve to die, how could the couple of the couple on Deathless Island mistakenly think that the child was dead because of Jia Minggong's calculations, and how to calculate the slaughter of the more than a dozen members of the Huangfu Xiaochan family, the lord of the remnant forest, who kindly gave away medicine?

Killing people kills, as it should be.

When Jian Jian saw the letter and heard the news that the sword plague had committed suicide in the remnants of the forest, he realized where the root of everything was. Du Fanglin did not implicate himself, it was a love for Ju Feng to help in the incident of the Demon Inheritance Realm. He chose to return the knife plague to the remnant forest, in order to repay the love of Yuan'er before.

This person calculates everything clearly, leaving only interests and no favors.

Jian could vaguely feel that the person in front of him might be hiding something, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. What else is more important than Wen Niang dying in the remnants of the forest, in an instant, the past is like a tide, the rivers and lakes are ruthless, who is the wrong person?

Frustration welled up in his heart, and the blade was rusty and dull from then on, unable to move forward. "Ha ......" Jian Jian laughed helplessly, laughing at himself Until this time, he still couldn't make up his mind:

"You've already calculated everything!"

He suddenly put his left hand back, the black umbrella was windless, and it returned to the palm of his hand, and the helpless sword withdrew into the black umbrella.

"I was once bewitched by the Demon Realm, and I accidentally killed a person on the way...... Now, I don't want to kill anyone anymore. ”

It was a battle in which no mourning and one person completely abandoned the disguise, and the sword was helpless and reappeared, and the sword pierced into the chest of Lantai Xuanshi.

"Man is not dead." Du Fanglin said.

“…… Very good. Jian paused, "From now on, I won't come to see you again, you'd better not come back to me." "I hurt the past several times in my life, and Yamagata is still cold. From now on, the four seas are home days, so the base is Xiao Xiao Lu Diqiu.

Once there was no mourning, a person was alone, and he went away to the northern region. Now the suffering sword is still alone, but the world is so big, he is at a loss where to return.

The black umbrella was propped up, covering his face, and the sword turned and stepped back, not looking back. He couldn't really convince himself to kill the culprit to avenge the sword plague, and he couldn't convince himself not to take this revenge path. The only thing that can be done is that from now on, the two will not see each other, and if they don't see each other, they will have no thoughts, and they will ...... There will be no more opportunities to do the wrong thing.

The matter of the knife plague came to an end.

Dusk fades behind the red clouds. In the distance, the man with the black umbrella was gone. Since then, even the people in Jufeng in the Northern Regions have never been able to find the whereabouts of Wu Mourning and Yiyong.

Du Fanglin didn't know what kind of life he would have after this parting. maybe, like the "original drama", he left his sword behind and practiced medicine to save people.

He sat alone in the pavilion, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the blades of grass on the top of the pavilion in the night.

…… Until there was another person behind him.

Lin Que and his party were three people, Shao Bao Ding Guzhi was in charge of the Northern Regions, and Jun Mansu was responsible for liaising with the three religions.

Only the raccoon dog hugged the fox and got along with the loyal martyr Wang Wat Junqing day and night, talking about the scriptures with his hands, and finally said that this loyal and honest man who adhered to the family motto and devoted himself to the public agreed to lend the reputation accumulated by the Zhonglie Mansion in the martial arts and serve as the future court master.

I also have to be busy equipping the martial arts loyal martyr Wang Wat Junqing with a few guards, lest the head of the Wat family be involved in martial arts disputes as soon as he takes office, and it will not be good to die.

The Confucian scholar who came out of the darkness silently, wearing green jade on his head, white to the ground, the palace fan in his hand shook gently in the night, and the white fox and butterfly on the fan surface loomed, which seemed to be smart. His smiling eyes are crooked, like a fox and cunning, it is the young master of the Spring and Autumn Linque who has not appeared for a while.

The raccoon dog hugged the fox and stepped into the grass pavilion from behind, and carelessly took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over.

The letter and its signature are very unfamiliar, from the desolate old city. The content of the letter is an invitation submitted by the lord of the Immortal City, Zhi Nenglong, inviting the two most influential people in the martial arts to enter the Immortal City in the Heavenly Barren Mountain.

"The letter was passed on by the Zhongli Mansion, the glass fairyland should pay attention to the recent martial arts dynamics, and the fact that Wat Junqing is going to cooperate with Lin Que should not be able to hide Su Zhenzhen's eyes."

The raccoon dog hugged the fox and saw that Du Fanglin had finished reading the letter, and the tail note was raised, and he said so.

"It doesn't matter."

Du Fanglin destroyed it directly after reading the letter, "The remnants of the Xenomorph Demon Realm have already made some moves, complete everything as soon as possible, we can't add chaos to it." ”

"Then, the subordinates will speed up the completion of the arrangement of the public court. As for the ...... side of Tianhuang Mountain"

The raccoon dog happily bowed and had no opinion, and sincerely suggested:

"Let it go, leave it to Su Huanzhen?"

……

Sneeze.

Far away in the Nine Peaks Lotus Pool, in the cave, the fragrant white lotus who was sitting cross-legged finally worked hard to repair the sword wound in his heart with the help of the aura here, and suddenly opened his eyes.