Distance produces beauty, and beauty comes from obscurity.

Behind the beauty is ugliness, and behind the obscurity is the truth.

For those who seek the truth, they should never indulge in the illusion of beauty, but must have the courage to take a step forward and see the truth thoroughly and clearly.

All the truth of this case may really be in Kunlun Mountain!

Half a month later, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Along the way, Feng Jiutian was unprecedentedly entangled and painful.

Day and day restless, tossing and turning night without sleep.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

This feeling not only belongs to travelers, but also belongs to the current Feng Jiutian.

The flowers and plants in front of him seemed to be getting more and more familiar, but the doubts and melancholy in his heart became more and more intense.

Is my uncle close to my father?

How ripe is nurturing and giving birth?

How familiar is truth and family affection?

Feng Jiutian never had an answer in his heart, how many people in the world could know?

Broken temple, waning moon, lone star.

One person sits in the court, accompanied only by wine and sword.

Such a picture is beautiful, but it is so beautiful and desperate.

"Uncle, if you are really a murderer, what should I do......"

Feng Jiutian looked up at the distant mountains and couldn't help but murmur softly.

"The truth is unclear, the mystery is not solved, don't mess with yourself!"

Yuanshan naturally can't speak, and those who can say such things are always close friends.

Cha Yiqing frowned slightly, but her tone still seemed very calm.

In the past three years, Feng Jiutian has met many people, and he has seen too many ghosts and people's hearts.

If there are still people in the world who can believe it, perhaps only Cha Yiqing is left.

"Brother Cha, why didn't you go to accompany her?"

"She said she was going to go with her tomorrow, so she rested early."

"yes, I'm going up the mountain tomorrow, I'm really afraid of ......"

"I'm afraid of being the most useless emotion in the world."

"But if I really lose my uncle, I will have nothing!"

"Nope! You still have me! ”

Cha Yiqing's eyes were clear, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Feng Jiutian looked at his gaze and seemed to have found a line of support.

Even if your loved ones are gone, as long as your best friends are still there, the sky will never fall!

"What people!"

Feng Jiutian snorted lightly, and the person had jumped out of the room.

Cha Yiqing also saw a figure not far away, a figure that flashed by.

The figure was erratic, and it looked like a ghost at night.

If Feng Huaishan is really a murderer, this figure is by no means simple.

They chased the figure over the mountains and mountains, through the forest and across the stream, and did not stop for a long time.

"Xiao Jiu, let's go back quickly, this is turning the tiger away from the mountain!"

"Even if you turn the tiger away from the mountain, you have to ask clearly!"

"We can't ask anything."

"Did you chase it all night?"

"If you don't go back, you may regret it!"

Cha Yiqing's tone was very firm, and Feng Jiutian could not refute it.

Feng Jiutian had no choice but to nod, turned around and hurried back to the ancient temple with him.

The morning light reflects on the ancient temple, and the mist fills all around.

Two people walked in the mist, walking a little tired.

They whispered, but their speed did not slow down.

The fan-wielding boy came to a meditation room and knocked softly on the door.

"Lil, are you okay, was last night okay?"

With the sound of knocking on the door, there was a faint sound of "rustling" in the room.

A moment later, the door opened, and Jasmine walked out slowly.

"Xiao Lang, I'm fine, I'm worried about you."

Cha Yiqing bowed slightly when she heard this, but her eyes were attracted by the shoes on her feet, and there was some mud on the uppers, as if there were still some water traces.

"Lil, where were you last night?"

Cha Yiqing's voice was full of concern, and her eyes were fixed on Jasmine.

Jasmine was a little uncomfortable by him, and lowered her head to brush her sideburns.

"Xiao Lang, I've been sleeping, and you closed the door for me."

"Really? I don't like people lying to me! ”

"Well, I was out last night."

"Where have you been? Do you see a figure? ”

"I didn't see the figure, but I found that you were gone, and I looked for it alone for a long time."

"Then why did you lie to me just now?"

"I just don't want you to worry about ......"

"Don't risk alone in the future, and don't lie to me!"

In the face of a girl who doesn't care about the danger for herself, what else can Cha Yiqing say?

Cha Yiqing said and paced in the court.

His mind had always been clear, but now he was a little confused.

Is Feng Huaishan really a murderer, who is that figure, and what does his appearance mean?

He kept thinking about it, and before he knew it, he forgot the time.

Suddenly, as if he realized something, his face became extremely nervous.

"Not good! Something is wrong! ”

"Xiao Lang, what's wrong?"

Jasmine heard the sound and walked out of the room and looked at Cha Yiqing suspiciously.

"What about Xiao Jiu? I didn't see him when I first came back! ”

"Feng Shaoxia won't go up the mountain alone......"

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Peak.

This peak is majestic and beautiful, often hidden in the ethereal.

There was a thick layer of snow on the peak, which showed that it had snowed heavily last night.

Feng Jiutian grew up here since he was a child, and he has dreamed back many times over the years.

The wind and snow, the peaks, and the grass in front of him are all very familiar to him. But all this did not arouse the intimacy in his heart, but felt extremely strange.

What made him even stranger was undoubtedly the owner of this room, his uncle who had been with him day and night.

Maybe when he returns to Kunlun Mountain this time, it will be difficult for him to leave alive......

"When! While! While! ”

Feng Jiutian stood in the snow and knocked on the door of Feng Huai Mountain.

He didn't know if he was greeted by a smiling face or a sharp sword.

If he comes, he will be safe, he never thought of going down the mountain alive.

"Feng Jiutian! You thief, you have the courage to come back! ”

Suddenly there were several footsteps behind him, as well as angry shouts.

Feng Jiutian turned around in confusion and looked at the few people behind him with an innocent expression.

These were all Feng Huaishan's disciples and disciples, and they were also Feng Jiutian's friends. But their long swords were all unsheathed, and they obviously no longer regarded Feng Jiutian as a friend.

"Brother Wan, I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you had returned to Yinfeng Villa."

"You traitor, you deserve to be my brother!"

A handsome young man has sharp eyes, and the sword in his hand is even sharper.

There are countless swords hidden in the Hidden Peak Villa, and the sword of the young owner will naturally not be bad. If he really wanted to kill Feng Jiutian, maybe it wasn't a fool's dream.

"Brother Wan, what happened to make you hate me to the core?"

"Don't pretend to be confused! Did you forget all the good things you did last night and now forget about them? ”

"I've been chasing people last night, how can I have time to do anything good?"

"Phew! You killed your uncle, who was so kind to you, and here you pretend to be innocent! ”

"What...... What the! Uncle is dead! ”

"The body is still parked in the room, go see for yourself!"

Feng Jiutian opened the door when he heard this, and staggered in.

The room was not big and there was not much clutter.

On a wooden bed by the window, there was a white cloth, and under the white cloth lay a person, someone he knew very well.

Feng Jiutian stumbled to the bed, carefully lifting the white cloth, he hoped that those people were lying, but unfortunately his eyes couldn't deceive him.

After lifting the corner of the white cloth, he really revealed the face that haunted him.

In this world, anyone can admit mistakes, there are only three faces that he will always recognize, and for him, Feng Huaishan, who is also a master and a father, is undoubtedly one of them.

Feng Jiutian's eyes suddenly darkened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He had thought about the countless possibilities of this trip, but he didn't expect this.

Who would have thought that the side before going down the mountain would become the last face of the two.

Feng Jiutian didn't cry, but was frighteningly calm.

There is no thanks, no words, no sorrow.

He just stared at the corpse, at the sword mark at his throat.

This sword is undoubtedly the thirteen swords of Zhutian, but it is by no means the fourteenth sword, this move Feng Jiutian will not only will, but also the most proud of him.

He didn't know how to get his uncle back, let alone how to wash away his grievances.

In order not to affect Cha Yiqing, Feng Jiucai deliberately came alone.

But now he regrets it deeply, like never before. If he was there, how could he be so powerless, so helpless, so helpless?

"Feng Jiutian! Now what else do you have to say? ”

Wan Yulong pointed at Feng Jiutian and shouted loudly again.

Feng Jiutian turned his head slowly, his eyes were already covered with countless bloodshots.

"Brother Wan, I won't kill my uncle if I kill anyone!"

"I saw it with my own eyes last night, do you still want to deny it?"

"Do you see that it's me who kills people?"

"Not only did I see it clearly, but I also heard Master call your name!"

"Someone must have disguised himself as me and secretly poisoned my uncle!"

He suddenly remembered that fake Liao Chusheng, wouldn't he also use the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian?

"Disguise? I know you turn to ashes! ”

"If you don't believe me, give me two hours, and I will prove my innocence!"

"Good! I'll give you two hours, if you can't prove that Hugh blames us for being ruthless! ”

"Good! If you don't do it, I will apologize for it!" ”

Feng Jiutian said it so sincerely, and everyone had to disperse temporarily.

It has always been easy to frame and frame, but it is difficult to prove one's innocence.

Two hours, don't say Feng Jiutian, even Cha Yiqing is difficult to find clues. But since he had spoken for two hours, he could not delay even a moment.

His gaze was still fixed on Feng Huaishan, remembering the bits and pieces of the past.

The pictures of playing when he was a child and practicing swords poured into his mind.

He always thought that his uncle had never hidden anything from him, and he would always know everything.

But now it seems that he still hides a lot from himself, some secrets are still unknown, and these secrets are so big that even Long Xingyun and Li Yu want to stop talking.

What will it be that makes the three Taishan Beidou unable to speak freely?

There will be forbidden places in many places, and there are also Kunlun Mountains.

But the forbidden place is not in a cave, not in a secret room, and not underground.

And it is far away in front of you, next to the grassland of Fenghuai Mountain.

It's not big, it's not gloomy, it's just a small barn.

This barn is right in front of everyone's eyes, but no one knows what's inside.

Feng Jiutian couldn't take care of it anymore, and subconsciously broke into this warehouse.

The house has not been cleaned for many years, and it has long been covered with dust and cobwebs.

There is nothing in the room except for some clutter.

Feng Jiutian was completely stunned, and even showed an unbelievable wry smile.

When I was a child, I wanted to come in many times to have a look, but my uncle stopped me. And the usually pleasant uncle will always be angry because of this.

At that time, he was full of imagination about this barn, and when he grew up, he gradually became indifferent.

He thought there must be a valuable treasure inside, or some earth-shattering secret.

It wasn't until this moment that he knew that he was whimsical at that time.

Feng Jiutian went back to the house and took a rag to wipe the debris.

He knew that he couldn't prove his innocence, so he might as well accept it calmly. Before he died, his uncle cleaned the barn, which seemed to be the only thing he could do now.

While wiping all kinds of debris, he recalled his uncle's voice and smile.

"Uncle, I shouldn't have doubted you, I was too stupid before......"

Feng Jiutian sighed softly and casually opened a broken wooden box in the corner.

There were several rusty swords in this wooden box, which should have been from Feng Huaishan's hand.

Feng Jiutian took out all these swords, but before he could wipe them, he was suddenly stunned.

Because at the bottom of the wooden box there was a booklet, which was already slightly yellowed.

He vaguely remembered that his uncle seemed to have picked it up, and often sighed at it.

Feng Jiutian opened the booklet curiously, and a story from twenty-five years ago came into view.

Lushan, nine stacked screens.

The Lingxiao Sect's main hall is extremely holy and complements nature.

However, the atmosphere in the hall was very tense, and everyone was full of righteous indignation.

"Master! Please give the order to kill the traitor Tan Anhuan! ”

All the disciples pleaded loudly, and Feng Huaishan was the most active.

"Shan'er, because your father wants to pass on the position of head to An Wei, you hate him so much?"

It was Feng Yichen, the head of the house, who spoke, although he was a little old, but he still looked like a god.

"Father, the child is not jealous of him, but tells the truth!"

"Could it be that his father asked him to take away the "Thirteen Swords of Zhutian" in the first place, was it really wrong?"

"He said that he would use the master's cheats to break into the ghost realm, and it would be completed within three months, but what was the result?"

Feng Huaishan said very angrily, with killing intent in addition to anger in the corners of his eyes.

"As a result, he has not heard from him for three years, and he must have already sold himself to take refuge!"

Yun Songqing's expression was also very angry, and he spoke up to help Feng Huaishan.

"What you said is reasonable, maybe you are really blinded by the teacher!"

Feng Yichen's face was extremely solemn, and his eyes were full of helplessness and regret.

"Master, seeing is believing, why don't you send us to the ghost realm to find out!"

Li Yu and Liao Chusheng looked at the master who was high above and said in unison.

Feng Yichen thought for a long time, and then opened his mouth very solemnly.

"What Zhenglun and Chu Sheng said is reasonable, if he really joins the evil sect, he will not be spared!"

When everyone heard this, they all bowed respectfully, and then went down to prepare.

During the whole process, only Long Xingyun didn't say a word, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Feng Yichen couldn't help but feel a little strange, and deliberately left him in the hall.

"Xingyun, you have always been the most assertive, why didn't you say anything today?"

"Master, you and your father have had a holiday, so it is inconvenient for the disciple to say more."

"It's been many years since I hated your father, can't you forgive you as a teacher?"

"Master, you took me in when I was wandering, how dare I hate you again?"

"Then tell me what you think about it."

"This matter is about the person in charge, and I don't have the slightest covet for it."

"Yes or no, just go down the mountain and try your skills."

"Nope! The disciple doesn't want to go down the mountain! ”

"You don't want to go down? So what are you going to do? ”

"I just want to stay in the mountains and be there for you all the time."

"This ...... That's fine, it's just wronged you. ”

Feng Yichen's gaze at Long Xingyun became more and more loving, as if he had regarded him as his own.

Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Rock.

A chivalrous couple led the horse slowly, which was very sweet.

"Talking about brother, do you think Senior Feng can really tolerate me and my father?"

"Although you are the daughter of the Immortal, you are sincere and kind, and he will accept you."

"In case he dislikes my origin......"

"No, Master will definitely accept us."

"If the Lingxiao faction can't tolerate our father and daughter, I will go to Kunlun Mountain with Brother Tan."

"Since I can move you and your father-in-law to the right path, I can say that Master will accept you."

"Haha, this is also true, your sword is powerful, and your mouth is even more powerful!"

"But there's one thing, I can't say I can move you anyway!"

"You mean that the child is in the abyss, and my surname is Wei, right?"

"Isn't it, I'm disgraced in my life!"

"Humph! Who made you a door-to-door son-in-law, of course the child has my surname! ”

When the two were talking and laughing, they suddenly saw several cold rays falling from the sky.

Several long swords work together very well, and naturally form a sword net.

The sword net was magnificent but not leaky, sealing all the places where the two of them advanced and retreated.

"Ziying, this is the sword formation of the Ling Xiao faction, you must be careful!"

Tan Anwei said and pulled out his long sword, and Wei Ziying also pulled out a soft whip.

"Tan Anjun! You colluded with the evil demon girl, and we were ordered by the master to come and clean up the portal! ”

Feng Huaishan's long sword pointed at Tan Anhuan, the killing intent in his eyes was monstrous, and the other three senior brothers also raised their long swords, and their resentment was overflowing.

"Senior Brother Feng, Ziying is not a demon girl, she has been persuaded by me to change her evil and return to the right!"

"If the daughter of the Ghost Realm can change her evil and return to the right, the sun will be able to come out from the west!"

Feng Huaishan waved his hand at the three of them, and the four long swords stabbed out in unison again.

"Ziying, don't do it, I'm ......"

"Talk about brother, these people are unreasonable, we can't stand still!"

Wei Ziying said with a wave of the long whip, like a poisonous dragon, and the air seemed to shatter with it.

Her martial arts may not be invincible in the world, but she is definitely beyond the reach of others. How could Feng Huaishan have many powerful people, and all of them have extremely high martial arts, Wei Ziying fell behind in an instant.

Seeing this, Tan Anwei had to temporarily tear his face and use his sword to protect his beloved wife.

The six of them fought for a while, and the heavens and the earth were in turmoil, and the sun and the moon were gone.

The battle was fought for a day and a night, and the winner was decided at dawn on the second day.

Wei Ziying was a woman after all, and she was already exhausted at this time.

Although Feng Huaishan was also exhausted, he still tried his last strength to pierce her chest.

Wei Ziying's chest was pierced, blood splattered, and her body slowly fell.

"Ziying! Ziying! You don't want to die, I won't let you die! ”

Tan Anwei saw that his beloved wife's life was in danger, and he couldn't help but be distracted, no matter how strong a master is, there is a limit to his mind, and it is inevitable to lose the other.

At this moment, Tan Anjun has several flaws on his body, can Liao Chusheng let it go?

His long sword suddenly stabbed out, like a swimming dragon, and stabbed Tan Anwei in the throat. Just as Tan Anjun was dodging sideways, Yun Songqing's long sword was waiting for an opportunity to stab into his abdomen.

The long sword stabbed mercilessly, Tan Anwei snorted, and his body fell to the ground.

"Talk about brother! It is difficult for us to love each other in life, but we have to go to Huangquan together in death! ”

"Ziying, I owe you too much in this life, and I can only pay it back in the next life......"

The two crawled towards each other with all their might, just to hold each other's hands one last time. It's a pity that they were too badly injured, and the blood stained the earth red, and they had long lost their strength.

Their hands are only one inch apart, just one inch, but it is the distance between dreams and reality.

Their last wish was ultimately unfulfilled......

Feng Huaishan breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that the two were dead.

Although the faces of several people were softened, they all had their own hearts.

"The Thirteen Swords of Zhutian is a martial arts mastery, and he will definitely carry it with him."

Yun Songqing reminded Feng Huaishan with words, and then took the first step to turn over the corpse, although the master did not explicitly say that the person who got the secret book was the head, but who didn't know the sound?

As Yun Songqing expected, the cheats are really in Tan Anwei's arms.

He took out a very quaint book, as well as a bag of flower seeds.

This book has long been yellowed, and if you are not careful, the pages will break.

Li Yu looked at the bodies of the two, and then his gaze stopped at the others.

"Three senior brothers, according to your opinion, these two corpses ......"

Feng Huaishan glanced at it disdainfully, and sneered contemptuously a few times.

"These two thieves are innocent of death, are they also worthy of being put into the earth?"

"Yes...... But after all, he was our elder brother, right? ”

"Senior Brother Li, good and evil never stand together, why bother with the kindness of women?"

Li Yu was silent for a long time when he heard this, and his heart was obviously mixed, and after a long time, he arched his hand towards the three of them, and his tone was a little complicated.

"Three senior brothers, I can't see through the affairs of the rivers and lakes, so don't go through it from now on."

"Senior brother, aren't you going back to the Lingxiao Sect?"

"Master values you very much, and I will definitely use it again in the future."

"Yes, the next head may be yours."

The three of them spoke out many times to stay, but Li Yu only shook his head and resolutely headed south.

He went to get acquainted with Xu Wen, a powerful minister of Southern Wu, and embarked on the road of official career.

The other three naturally went east and returned to Lushan Jiudieping to resume their lives.

A few days later, Lushan.

At this time, it is the height of summer, the grass grows on the mountain, the warbler flies, and the flowers are splendid.

But the inside and outside of the Lingxiao Sect's hall were all white, so white that they were dead and silent.

It is not the white of snow, not the white of stone, nor the white of flowers, but the white of filial piety and spiritual flags, the most sad colors in the world.

Seeing this, Feng Huaishan and the three of them quickened their pace, and soon arrived in the main hall.

The main hall is solemn, and a good coffin stops in the hall.

There were only two people in the temple, two who wept bitterly.

"Master, the disciple is incompetent, I am ashamed of your nurturing grace!"

"Fathers, daughters are useless, they are really vain......

The three of them were all completely stunned when they heard this, and they didn't want to believe that this was the truth.

"Sister, father...... Father he ......"

Feng Huaishan had tears in his eyes, and his voice became choked.

Hearing this, the two slowly turned their heads and looked at Feng Huaishan guiltily.

"Brother, I'm sorry for my father, I didn't take good care of him!"

Feng Huaishan's body shook when he heard this, and he almost fainted to the ground.

Yun Songqing tried his best to suppress his sadness and asked.

"Ling Yun, how did Master die?"

"After you left, my father fell ill and didn't get ...... water for a few days."

"Master died of illness? Didn't you invite Chen Jun's seniors to come for treatment? ”

Long Xingyun forcibly suppressed his tears, shook his head slightly, and replied with words.

"Nope! Master only occasionally felt a cold, not died of illness. ”

"Then tell me quickly, how did Master die!"

"When he was drowsy, he knocked over the lamp and died in the fire......"

"You've always been there for him, why don't you take care of him!"

"At that time...... At that time, I went out to get medicine, but I didn't know that there was an accident. ”

Feng Lingyun nodded silently, everything was not abnormal in the slightest.

"Ling Yun, did Master say anything before he died?"

"He said I'm sorry to talk about senior brother, he shouldn't have given a chase and kill order!"

Several people were a little stunned when they heard this, and Feng Lingyun hurriedly took out a letter.

This letter was written by Tan Anwei to Master Feng Yichen, a seemingly absurd letter.

What the letter said is a rare miracle for thousands of years, which can be called incredible.

Tan Anhuan took advantage of the retreat of the Immortal Venerable and successfully entered the ghost realm. And with his three-inch incorruptible tongue, he won Wei Ziying's trust with "The Thirteen Swords of Zhutian". Later, the two really loved each other, and Wei Ziying was even willing to change his ways. At this time, the retreating Immortal Venerable went out of the customs ahead of schedule, but was subject to Tan Anhuan due to the recurrence of an old injury, and then Tan Anzun persuaded the Immortal Venerable to join the Lingxiao faction willingly.

Tan Anwei repeatedly stated in the letter that he had not forgotten his roots and would return to the mountain soon.

It's a pity that the letter was not delivered to Feng Yichen, but their husband and wife had already died.

After reading this, the confidence of the four people was even heavier, and everyone was silent for a long time.

A few days passed in a flash, and the disciples set up a tomb for Feng Yichen.

Feng Lingyun was heartbroken when she saw the scene, so she said goodbye to everyone and Yun Songqing and returned to Lianxia Mountain.

In front of the grave of Liao Chusheng and Feng Huaishan, the two looked very sad.

"Senior Brother Liao, my father is dead, what are your plans in the future?"

"I want to kill Long Xingyun and avenge my master!"

"My father died in an accident, what does it have to do with Senior Brother Long?"

"Senior brother, you are the son of the master, are you even confused?"

"I'm really confused, and you say I'm confused."

"Master has not slept well for many years, when did the collapse have a lamp?"

Liao Chusheng's tone was categorical, making it difficult for anyone to question it.

But Feng Huaishan shook his head, and his expression was extremely depressed.

"Senior Brother Liao, without evidence, don't act with murderous thoughts!"

"This ...... Senior brother, do you really think Long Xingyun is a good person? ”

"Although he is the son of the dragon who hates the sky, he is by no means a wicked person!"

"Hahaha, since senior brother doesn't believe it, let's do it for myself!"

Liao Chusheng smiled helplessly, turned around and brushed his sleeves away.

He said goodbye that night, and for several days in a row, he was empty.

Five days later, the Lingxiao faction hall.

All the disciples, regardless of generation, gathered here.

Long Xingyun stood on the high steps, looking down at everyone in the hall, while Feng Huaishan stood opposite him, both of them with extremely solemn faces.

After a long time, Long Xingyun opened his mouth to break the silent atmosphere.

"Senior brother, before the master died, he intended for me to take over as the head ......"

"Senior Brother Long, if you take over as the head of the sect, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public, right?"

Feng Huaishan relied on his identity as a son, so he naturally had nothing to fear.

"What Senior Brother Feng said is very true, I will never dare to covet the position of the head of the family."

Feng Huaishan thought that Long Xingyun would argue with reason, but he nodded solemnly.

"Then you can hand over the token of the head to me!"

"Senior brother refers to that sword?"

"That's right, Father's Yunya Sword!"

Long Xingyun smiled and gave instructions to the low-level disciples beside him.

"Go, get your sword!"

A disciple answered and walked out of the main hall quickly.

Everyone thought that Feng Huaishan must be the next head.

A moment later, the disciple ran back, looking nervous and unable to speak.

"Dragon...... Senior Brother Long, something is wrong! ”

"What's going on?"

Long Xingyun frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on this disciple.

"The Yunya Sword was stolen last night!"

"What! The Yunya Sword has been stolen! ”

Everyone's faces changed, some were shocked, and more were confused.

Feng Huaishan stared at Long Xingyun closely, with a faint hint of questioning in his tone.

"Senior Brother Long, after my father's death, the sword was kept by you, why are you so careless?"

"This ......"

Long Xingyun hesitated for a moment when asked, and turned his head to look at the disciple.

"Tell me who stole the sword!"

"I ...... I do not know...... Don't dare to say ......"

The disciple glanced at Feng Huaishan timidly, obviously wanting to speak and stopping.

Feng Huaishan's heart was shocked, and then his eyes glared at the disciple angrily.

"You mean I'm greedy for the position of head of the house and steal the sword?"

"Feng ...... Senior Brother Feng...... Why do you have to act again......"

"I'm acting? What evidence do you have that I did? ”

"Senior Brother Zhang, who guarded the sword, is dead, and the wound is left by the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian!"

All the disciples looked at Feng Huaishan, like ten thousand steel knives piercing their hearts

Feng Huaishan grabbed the disciple angrily, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire.

"Don't bewitch the crowd, watch your head!"

At this time, there was a commotion in the hall, and everyone was accusing Feng Huaishan.

"Senior Brother Feng, if your evil deeds are exposed, you will kill people and destroy your mouth?"

"Master likes Senior Brother Long, you are jealous and want to usurp the faction and seize power?"

"Your character is so unbearable, no wonder Master doesn't love his parents and sons, but he likes his disciples."

Such comments and slanders are loud and loud, like waves.

Feng Huaishan knew that he was powerless to refute, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Long Xingyun.

Long Xingyun said: "Seeing is believing, quickly carry the body of Senior Brother Zhang to the hall." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several disciples carried the corpse up.

Everyone leaned over to check, and then the scolding and scolding intensified.

Although everyone can't use the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian, most of them have seen the head Feng Yichen practice.

At the throat of this corpse, the sword mark was undoubtedly left by the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian.

The only person in this world who can do this way of swordsmanship is only one person - Feng Huaishan!

"Nope! Senior Brother Feng wouldn't be such a person! ”

Long Xingyun saw that the crowd was angry, and hurriedly shouted loudly.

But everyone didn't give him face, and they still didn't give up.

Feng Huaishan smiled helplessly, his smile full of pain and ridicule.

"Haha, I kill people and take the sword? Usuring the position of leader? Nonsense! ”

Long Xingyun nodded vigorously, and asked with great concern.

"Senior brother, will you be able to punish the Thirteen Swords of the Heavens?"

"I will!"

"When did Master pass it on to you?"

"It wasn't passed on by the master, but it was secretly learned on the way back."

"What! Senior Brother Feng, you can't be such a person! ”

"I did learn swordsmanship, but I never killed people to take swords."

"Whether you take it or not, the position of head is yours!"

Long Xingyun's eyes were full of anger, sweeping through everyone, and the majesty was overflowing.

"Senior Brother Long, no matter how high your prestige is, you can't protect traitors like this!"

"I splashed blood in the hall today, and I also want to protect my senior brother!"

Long Xingyun's face became angry, and he was about to fight with everyone when he drew his sword, and all the disciples were not to be outdone, they all drew their blades, and the two sides were tense, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the battle was about to break out.

How could Feng Huaishan endure the cold bones of his father, and everyone fought bloodily because of the position of the head of the house.

"Senior Brother Long, you can't do it, they are all innocent."

"I can't protect Master, but I must not let Senior Brother make a mistake again!"

"You don't have to worry about me, I'll leave from now on."

Feng Huaishan bowed in all directions as he spoke, and then calmly walked out of the main hall.

His calmness is written on his face, but sadness and helplessness can only be hidden in his heart.

That night, the moon was sparse.

Feng Huaishan was drinking sullen wine alone in the tavern at the foot of the mountain.

Draw the knife and cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful. In the past, all kinds of Lingxiao faction kept coming to his mind.

The floodgates of memory opened, and he naturally remembered Liao Chusheng.

"Where is Senior Brother Liao now? Why not say goodbye? If he is there, he will believe me! ”

At this moment, the only one who can still believe in himself and dare to believe in himself is Long Xingyun. And before Liao Chusheng disappeared, didn't he also mention him?

Feng Huaishan immediately stood up and silently sneaked back to the Lingxiao faction.

In the past, he relied on his parent-child status to show off his might, but at this time, he could only cower like a mouse.

In one day, the cause of one thing and the situation will be very different.

Feng Huaishan understood Tan Anhuan more and more, and his heart was full of guilt and remorse.

Lingxiao faction, a hidden cave.

The cave is narrow and gloomy, and there is no trace of it on weekdays. But at this moment, there were faint bursts of angry scolding and sneering.

"Long Xingyun! You despicable villain, don't want me to serve you! ”

"Am I despicable? In order to avenge his father, what is wrong? ”

"If you really want revenge, why don't you join his faction and fight a fair battle!"

"Haha, you are outnumbered, how can you be fair?"

"Phew! Do you think that Master is also a person who does not speak of faith? ”

"Oh? What do you mean by this, is that I don't talk about faith? ”

"You burned the master, mutilated the same disciple, forced the senior brother away, and lost your conscience!"

"You hate me so much, why should I spare your life?"

"Haha, I, Liao Chusheng, died at your hands, it's really providential!"

Feng Huaishan couldn't listen to it anymore when he heard this, so he lifted his sword and went straight into the cave.

No matter whether Long Xingyun is good or evil, he must be confronted face to face.

In an instant, he was at the end of the cave.

Liao Chusheng was tied to the wooden frame, his hands were dripping with blood, and the two severed fingers on the ground were even more shocking.

Long Xingyun's sword had reached Liao Chusheng's throat at this moment.

"Long Xingyun! You femme fatale, don't be rampant! ”

Long Xingyun was shocked when he heard this, and turned his head in disbelief.

Liao Chusheng also raised his head and looked at the righteous and awe-inspiring Feng Huaishan.

"Feng Huaishan, you have left the Lingxiao Sect, what does this matter have to do with you?"

"You killed my father and tarnished my innocence, and it has nothing to do with me?"

"This ...... That's just his words! ”

"One-sided? Don't you know Yunya Sword! ”

Feng Huaishan was furious, and pointed at the sword in Long Xingyun's hand with his hand.

Long Xingyun's face was slightly embarrassed, and then he sneered contemptuously.

"Haha, since you have to force me, don't blame Long for being ruthless!"

The sword in Long Xingyun's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the brilliance was like a star.

"This ...... This is the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian! How could you possibly ......"

Feng Huaishan's expression was extremely surprised, and his voice trembled a little.

Long Xingyun nodded, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth became more and more proud.

"Why do you think I've been around old things for so many years?"

"Have you stolen the "Thirteen Swords of Zhutian"?"

"It's not just a sneak reading, I already know it!"

Long Xingyun said and took out a book from his arms and shook it in front of Feng Huaishan.

"This is what I recorded, and it's exactly the same as the original score!"

"You! You! You! The traitor is coming! ”

Feng Huaishan drew his long sword in an instant, stabbing out a cold and ruthless sword.

This sword is also the thirteen swords of Zhutian, the out-and-out thirteen swords of Zhutian.

Brothers cannibalism is already ironic, and it becomes more and more ironic to use the head of the family to kill each other.

What was the situation of this battle, Feng Huaishan did not recount, only knew that he was the final winner, and Long Xingyun was defeated after all.

But none of the disciples of the whole sect believed in Feng Huaishan, and the past eventually became the past.

In order to avenge his revenge, Liao Chusheng threw himself into the Nine Ghost Realm and became a famous Hades Venerable.

Feng Huaishan was angry and found Yun and Li and taught the Thirteen Swords of Zhutian. Then his heart was cold, and he stayed away from the rivers and lakes and hid in Kunlun Mountain.

In order to commemorate his father and elder brother, he planted a weeping blood plum in Yuxu Peak.

Every time he saw the weeping blood plum, he was always sad and happy, as if they were still alive, and it seemed that they had returned to the old days......

Feng Jiutian finished reading the story, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He finally knew the secret of the year, and knew the bleak and helpless past of the Lingxiao faction.

In addition to his sorrow, he is more shameless and hateful to Long Xingyun.

He also finally understood why Qianhua Mountain was foggy and why he was repeatedly wronged. And he also understood why his uncle asked him to go to the Lingxiao Sect to ask for a sword score, and even he had reason to believe that his father also died tragically under Long Xingyun's sword!

He knew he didn't have much time left, and he didn't have time to think about it.

He continued to walk through the clutter, hoping to find something more, until he had searched and wiped through the room, and there was no clue.

He returned to the main chamber, to the familiar body.

"Uncle, I have been true to my word all my life, and I may be going to accompany you soon!"

At this moment, the sky is silent, the earth is silent, the snow is silent, and people are silent.

In the vast universe, it seems that only desolation and dead silence remain......

Suddenly, footsteps broke the silence.

Feng Jiutian smiled bitterly, only to think that it was Wan Yulong and the others who came, and when he knocked on the door of the house, he was a little overjoyed.

"Xiao Jiu, you are so reckless again."

It's the familiar voice, the familiar face, the familiar name.

If you are so sincere to yourself, maybe there is only one person left in the world.

"Tea Brother ......"

Feng Jiutian shouted cordially, his voice choked, and his eyes were full of tears.

Cha Yiqing patted him lightly on the shoulder, and her voice was extremely soft.

"Xiao Jiu, people can't be resurrected after death, and they still want to mourn."

"You can't be resurrected from death...... Maybe I'm dying......"

"What? What do you mean by that? ”

Feng Jiutian tried his best to calm down and repeat what happened to Fang Cai.

"Don't worry, I won't let you have anything to do with me."

Cha Yiqing's voice was soft but firm, Feng Jiutian's heart warmed, if he was a girl, I am afraid that he would have to throw himself into Cha Yiqing's arms at this time.

"Feng Jiutian, two hours have arrived!"

Wan Yulong angrily kicked the door open and led people in.

Feng Jiutian was about to draw his sword, but Cha Yiqing stopped him.

"Guys, I wonder if you can listen to what you say?"

"Who are you? Why listen to you! ”

"It's up to you to lose!"

"Are we at a loss? Are you kidding me! ”

"Senior Feng's bones are not cold, but you are so disrespectful, and you still don't pay attention?"

Cha Yiqing said and pointed to Feng Huaishan's corpse, her expression was extremely respectful.

Although everyone sneered when they heard this, their expressions were all restrained.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want to say? ”

Wan Yulong stared at Cha Yiqing's eyes and said word by word.

Cha Yiqing's eyes did not shy away at all, and she looked very reasonable.

"Xiao Jiu was wronged, and the real murderer is at large!"

"Do you also think that the murderer is disguised as a murderer?"

"Yes, there's no better explanation."

"I don't believe it, I saw it with my own eyes last night!"

"Last night? Xiao Jiu has always been by my side, and he didn't go up the mountain at all! ”

"You are a gang, so naturally you have to excuse each other!"

"Then I want to ask, why did we kill Senior Feng?"

"You...... Why do you kill, and how do we know? ”

Wan Yulong was speechless when asked, so he could only forcibly quibble.

"One life pays for another, and if the murderer is not found, he must die!"

Wan Yulong pointed at Feng Jiutian and said through gritted teeth.

"A life for a life? Whose shall I pay for your father's life? ”

Suddenly, a woman's voice came, and it was Jasmine.

Wan Yulong was stunned when he saw Jasmine, and suddenly remembered what happened twelve years ago.

"It turned out that the miracle doctor was here, and he was far away! Thank you for saving my father. ”

"Your father owes me his life, can he resist Feng Shaoxia's life?"

"This ...... One yard is one yard, how can it be confused? ”

There was a lot of noise inside the house, and there was a lot of snow outside.

And in the snowstorm, thousands of people gathered up the mountain.

There are swordsmen, beggars, Taoist priests, monks, and so on.

"Feng Daxia, what you said is indeed the truth, I am here to apologize!"

Feng Jiutian was a little puzzled when he heard this, and flashed out of the door while a few people were unprepared.

"What did my uncle say that could alarm the four major leaders?"

"Who are you? What is the relationship with Feng Daxia? ”

The eyes of the four heads were attracted by Feng Jiutian, and they almost asked in unison.

Feng Jiutian didn't want to make an introduction, so he only said three words lightly.

"Feng Jiutian."

When everyone heard this, there was a sudden uproar, and most of them cast admiring glances.

"Could it be that Feng Jiutian of the Nine Ghost Realm was exterminated with the power of one person?"

Qiao Jianxian, the leader of the beggar gang, had blazing eyes, as if he had admired Feng Jiutian for a long time.

Feng Jiutian didn't care, just nodded slowly.

"Gang Leader Qiao, what is it that has alarmed the four major sects?"

"Don't Feng Shaoxia know?"

"If I know, why should I knowingly ask?"

"Then you should have seen Weeping Blood, right?"

When Feng Jiutian heard the words "Weeping Blood Plum", it was like a thunder explosion sounded in his head, if it weren't for Weeping Blood Mei himself, how could he suspect his uncle, maybe he wouldn't have died tragically.

"Weeping Blood Plum is unique to my uncle, and it can only survive in Kunlun Mountain."

"We used to think the same way, so we misunderstood Feng Daxia."

"You've also heard about Weeping Bloody Plum?"

"Not much is known about this matter, but we have found out."

"Then you mean, there are still people who will raise weeping blood plums?"

"There is a gang of gangsters who planted this flower in the remaining veins of Kunlun to frame Feng Daxia."

"Who's that gang? Where is it now? ”

"They have already taken down the flowers and killed the gardener!"

"But the remaining veins are far away from Jiangnan, how can we keep them delicate?"

"Of course, it is with special drugs, and the specific formula is unknown!"

"Thank you Qiao Gang Leader for telling me to let me break away!"

Feng Jiutian has always been arrogant, but at this moment he respectfully gave a salute, if he was still arrogant to the people who helped him, wouldn't he become a big bastard?

"Amitabha, can the Feng donor be in the grass house?"

Master Tongguang, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, clasped his hands together, looking kind and **.

Feng Jiutian was in front of him, so the Feng benefactor he asked was naturally Feng Huaishan.

"Don't hide it from the master, my uncle passed away last night!"

"What! Why did Feng Daxia die? ”

Li Hanyang, the head of the Shenlong Sect, frowned, surprised with sadness, and the Heavenly Master Ci Miao Zhenjun of the Zhengyi Sect recited the Tao number, and the sadness was overflowing.

Feng Jiutian was about to answer, but Wan Yulong shouted angrily.

"Seniors, the teacher died tragically at the hands of Feng Jiutian!"

His tone was extremely affirmative, making people undoubted, and everyone's gaze at Feng Jiutian instantly turned from admiration to hostility.

"Feng Jiutian, I still treat you as a good type, but I didn't expect to be so wolf-hearted!"

Li Hanyang and Qiao Jianxian's eyes widened angrily, and they seemed to be about to make a move at any time.

Feng Jiutian's respectful expression was instantaneous, and his face seemed to be frosted.

"Senior Brother Wan, if you wronged me, do you really want to put me to death?"

"Feng Jiutian, not only do you deserve to die, but you should also be a carnivorous bed!"

Wan Yulong gritted his teeth and said, countless people on the spot echoed in unison, at this moment, most people no longer regarded Feng Jiutian as a hero and friend, but regarded him as a demon, a heinous demon!

There is only one attitude towards the heinous demons, and that is to attack them in groups, and they will not give up if they do not get rid of them!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this matter has not yet been clarified, so don't take it lightly!"

Cha Yiqing took Jasmine out of the house and shouted loudly to thousands of disciples.

Li Hanyang couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw that the person who came was Cha Yiqing.

"Could it be Lord Xiao of Dali Temple who is speaking?"

"Master Li has good eyesight, and it is Xiao Yan below!"

"Lord Xiao, you are not on an errand in Tang State, why are you here?"

"I'm here for both private and public purposes!"

"Oh? Could it be that you are a friend of Feng Jiutian, and you are here to investigate the weeping blood plum? ”

"That's right, Master Li really said it!"

"Then you naturally have to protect Feng Jiutian, what you say is not worth hearing!"

"Although you have to be intercede in everything, you must be more reasonable, right?"

Cha Yiqing said word by word, her eyes fixed on the four heads.

Although his words were reasonable, Qiao Jianxian was quite unimpressed.

"Lord Xiao, how do you think Feng Daxia died?"

"Most of them are murderers who kill people in disguise, intending to plant dirt and blame the trouble!"

"Disguise? Could it be that you don't know about King Han when we do? ”

Cha Yiqing's face changed when she heard this, and she was a little difficult to answer when she was asked.

Feng Jiutian let out a cold snort, and didn't even look at Qiao Jianxian.

"Gang Leader Qiao, why does Brother Cha pretend to be King Han?"

"Yes...... It's to get rid of the traitors. ”

"That's right, he doesn't care about himself and gets rid of thieves for the world!"

"So what? That also does not deny the meanness of its means! ”

"Sacrifice yourself to get rid of the thief despicable? So what is the non-despicable achievement of the Qiao gang leader? ”

Qiao Jianxian's face turned red when he was asked, and at the same time his eyes were red, his eyes were red, and he would only do one thing - kill!

Either kill others yourself, or let others kill yourself!

The palm is like a wind, the momentum is like thunder, and it is rare to match.

If you are not a top master, how can you be worthy of being the leader of the first gang?

Feng Jiutian didn't seem to see it at all, and there was no movement.

Qiao Jianxian couldn't help but stop, for fear that he would use a yin trick.

"Feng Jiutian! Why don't you draw your sword? ”

"I don't practice swords to kill!"

"Not for killing? So what's the use of it? ”

"Not for killing, but for defending!"

"Guardian?"

"Only the evil demons should be killed!"

"I don't have time to be poor with you, let's die!"

Qiao Jianxian said with a loud cry in his mouth, and he was about to slap again.

Feng Jiutian bowed slightly, but the Liuyun Sword did not enter his shoulder.

"What are you going to do, are you crazy?"

"Nope! I'm not crazy! ”

"It's the madman who hurts himself!"

"I stabbed this sword for one thing."

"What's the matter? Sell less! ”

"I slaughtered you and helped me, but I was also forced by you, and I definitely did not betray the righteous path!"

Qiao Jianxian was about to sneer, it could be seen that Feng Jiutian's killing intent was soaring, who dared to laugh?

Feng Jiutian looked at the other three heads and bowed respectfully.

"Three, are you going to be my enemies today?"

The three of them looked at each other, and only after a while did they have the courage to nod.

Feng Jiutian not only did not panic when he saw the situation, but let out a hearty laugh.

"Good! Although you don't distinguish between good and evil, you are not afraid of life and death, and you admire it! ”

With his laughter, he stabbed himself three more times without hesitation.

Bright red white robes, bright red blades, bright red eyes.

The mountain peaks blow up the green silk, and the blood stains the red and white snow, which is particularly shocking!

"Xiao Jiu, don't act recklessly!"

Cha Yiqing hurriedly spoke, showing an anxious look.

Feng Jiutian smiled and opened his mouth contemptuously and domineeringly.

"When they are unconscious, I will wake them up with blood!"

As he spoke, the sword came out of its sheath like a rainbow.

The sword drinks blood, conceives itself with a spirit, protects the lord and kills the enemy, and life and death go hand in hand. The Liuyun Sword was buzzing at the moment, as if it really had life.

The heavy snow suddenly came, falling with the wind, and the murderous aura rushed straight into the sky.

The tip of his sword shone brightly, the blade was colder than ice, and life and death were cut off wherever he passed.

There are nearly a thousand enemies, and the masters are like clouds, how can they reach the sword of Feng Jiutian?

Without hesitation, Cha Yiqing took out a pill from her arms and put it in her mouth.

If you lose ten years of longevity, what are you afraid of in exchange for the safety of your best friend!

How could he bear to let Xiao Jiuyi fight bloodily, but he stood by and watched?

Feng Jiutian saw the two of them make a move, and wanted to stop it, but he still held back.

Wouldn't it be disgusting to speak out and stop it? Wouldn't it be better for Cha Yiqing to live than to die?

Feng Jiutian knew that there was no way back now except to seek survival from death. When people are in danger, they often burst out of potential, and even their own potential is shocked.

The figures of the three people are fleeting, and they are doing their best tricks, and sweeping thousands of people seems to be idle.

The tragedy of this battle is rare in the rivers and lakes, and it is tragic and speechless.

The originally pure and majestic Kunlun Xuan has become a hell on earth at this time!

How long the battle lasted and how many were killed and wounded, no one knows.

But everyone knows that the tragedy of this battle is only seen in life.

If it weren't for the fact that the four major leaders were either dead or injured, I am afraid that it would still continue.

The various sects suffered countless casualties, but no one dared to resent Feng Jiutian.

Hate is human instinct, but they will only hate those who they can reach, and they can only choose to look up to those who cannot reach them.

But there are shadows in this gaze, forever, forever......