The autumn breeze blew by, blowing away the loneliness of dusk, but dyed with the silence and desolation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA fresh breeze blows, and the maple leaves under the trees flutter in the wind. In the misty darkness of late autumn, the red maple leaves, fluttering in the wind, seem to taste the pain of parting, unwilling to fall to the ground of withered grass......

The hillside is sprinkled with gold, and the red of the setting sun looks at the red handwriting on the tombstone - the tomb of his best friend Hu Tiehua......

Feng Wuya, dressed in a gray robe, stood quietly in front of the tombstone, his eyes lonely. Beside her, a mature and beautiful woman closed her red lips slightly and looked at the tombstone sentimentally.

Who can understand the loneliness of the prodigal son, who can know the helplessness of the drunkard, there will be no freedom of the ranger, where is home? The end of the world is not far away, and people are at the end of the world. Pure friendship can exist because of that natural trust......

A pot of wine in Feng Wuya's hand was gently sprinkled in front of the tomb, and the vicissitudes of life voice came out of his mouth: "Old drunkard, what I brought you this year is the best bamboo leaves, you can taste it slowly." But don't drink it all in one gulp like back then...... "Luo Tear stepped forward lightly and put a bouquet of peony flowers, back then, Hu Tiehua's last words in the arms of Feng Wuyan were: "Hehe, cough, cough...... Unexpectedly, it would be ...... It's such a wretch, ahem, don't send me chrysanthemums in the future...... Chrysanthemum, that thing, that thing, bad luck ......"

Feng Wuya muttered softly: "Old drunkard, the peony flower has been sent, I hope you are still ...... below"

A gust of autumn wind passed abnormally, and the wind was endlessly lonely and his eyes were instantly solemn, and he turned sideways and stared at a young man with a negative sword walking in the distance. Si Nian's godless eyes looked directly at the tombstone, and the chrysanthemum in his right hand was gently placed in front of the tombstone. Feng Wuya didn't stop Si Nian from approaching, and he and Luo Xian kept looking at him quietly.

When Si Nian put the chrysanthemum down, Feng Wuya asked him, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

Si Nian turned around and looked at Feng Wuya indifferently: "It's not a friend." ”

Feng Wuya frowned slightly: "Then Your Excellency means the enemy?" ”

Si Nian did not deny it: "If you don't give me the Heavenly Pearl in your hand, then you will be an enemy." ”

"Heavenly Pearl?" Feng Wuya was stunned for a moment, Hu Tiehua died because of the Heavenly Pearl back then, but he didn't expect that someone would want to take it after six years.

Feng Wuya said indifferently, "It seems that I have to disappoint Your Excellency. ”

Si Nian already knew this answer under his calm expression: "Then, draw the sword, and let me see the strength of the first sword in Wudang back then." ”

Feng Wuya's left hand side: "Let's find a quiet place, I don't want to disturb the peace of my old friend here." ”

Si Nian nodded lightly, and followed Feng Wuya and Luo Tears towards the forest......

The backs of the three disappeared into the woods. Then, with a gentle breeze, a floating blue figure appeared in front of the tombstone, as if coming from the clear blue sky. The visitor stared down at the earth, the yellow earth reflecting a strange light, and the dark hair could not hide the depth of the skin. The dark blue shirt sets off the smart and elegant figure, and the unruly face is inlaid with a pair of eyes with a faint smile. The fragrance of tulips emanates from him, without a trace of red dust......

A light woman's voice softly came out of the man's mouth, "Old drunkard, it's been another year. ”

No one answered him, only the gloom in the autumn wind......

The man holds a wine glass in his hand, the wine glass is naturally decorated, the cup is as thin as paper, bright as a mirror, and the jade color is transparent and bright. It is a glow-in-the-dark cup. A tranquil glass of sweet wine in a luminous glass, exuding a mellow aroma in the wind. The man's slender fingers raised his hand, the tip of his straight nose gently sniffed the pure brew in the cup, and said with a faint smile: "Old drunkard, this is the last glass of Du Kang wine...... The man stared at the trickle that slipped out of the cup, staring quietly, and a trace of desolate sadness flashed on his flawless face......

"Old drunkard, in vain you claim to be the Merry Sect Master Flower Butterfly, but are you really romantic? Now, it's a dead butterfly...... Why, back then you would rather die for that man......" The man shook his head, and a pot of wine suddenly appeared in his right hand as if he was playing a trick, it was inferior soju......

"The big husband has something to do, and he must do something......" The man lying in front of the tombstone drinking looked at the yellowing sky with his eyes, and a string of tears like pearls silently slipped from his eyes. This sentence was once said by Hu Tiehua to Chu Liuxiang.

The immortal sword roared in a low voice, and the white sword light swirled around the wind and boundless body. Feng Wuya stared at his eyes, and the Rouyun Sword displayed by the seven-foot long sword in his hand was like a fluttering white cloud, changing in a myriad of ways.

"Huh!" Si Nian stabbed out with a sword, and the speed was instantaneous, as fast as lightning and stabbed towards the wind.

"Dang!" With a wave of Feng Wuya's left sleeve, the Wudang stunt Liuyun Feisleeve directly flicked away the sword.

After Si Nian's move was blocked, he stopped and said coldly: "Give me the Heavenly Pearl, after six years of leisure, you are not my opponent at all." ”

Feng Wuya looked down at the sharp sword hole on the sleeve robe of his left hand, and couldn't help but be disappointed. I haven't done it for six years, but I didn't expect to be defeated by a younger generation as soon as I made a move, it seems that I am really old......

Luo Tear took a full view of the fight between the two, she was also the third master of the Emei faction back then, and she clearly saw the gap between the two, and her husband had no chance of winning at all......

Luo tear sighed softly: "Boundless, the pearl of heaven is useless, let's leave it to him." I don't think Brother Hu wants to see you have an accident because of the Heavenly Pearl again......"

Feng Wuya looked at his gentle wife and wanted to say something, but he stopped talking. After a long time, he sighed softly, took out a transparent bead as big as an egg from his arms with his left hand, threw it casually, and walked towards Si Nian.

Suddenly, Si Nian's godless eyes froze, and he hurriedly flew towards the Heavenly Pearl that was thrown. But it was too late. A purple robe flashed, and with a spin, he held the Heavenly Pearl in his hand, and his flower-like figure faced Si Nian. The faint smile of red lips, the delicate and charming stunning cold giggles, but it is unusually obsessive, making people fascinated by the dreamy magnetic smile.

"Demon no Ji!" When Feng Wuya and Luo Tear saw the comer, they couldn't help but shout out in horror this name that made the entire rivers and lakes smell it.

"Demon no Hime?" Si Nian's eyebrows became solemn. Just from her silent appearance just now, Si Nian knew that this person was by no means something that he could handle now. Moreover, a woman who can make Qingfeng take it seriously can never be weaker than Qingfeng.

But Si Nian was reluctant to let her take her own things. In his eyes, the Sky Pearl is already something that belongs to him. Si Nian will not choose to give up, or the way to escape. Because at the end of this road, there will be no kendo......

No one can stop him, not even stronger than his presence. In this river and lake, death is not terrible, as long as the heart of pursuing martial arts remains unchanged, no one can stop the way forward. Because the people on the road will eventually be abused one day...... The rivers and lakes are full of blood and death, but there are still many masters. That's because a master has a master's heart...... Tolerate the pain of rebirth and the pain of loneliness......

The tranquil eyebrows slowly relaxed, and Si Nian stared at the purple-robed woman in front of him: "What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?" ”

"Giggle...... "Youwuji's red lips parted lightly, and she let out a pleasant smile: "I've already snatched it into my hand, what do you mean by me?" ”

Si Nian was indifferent: "Then what do you mean it's yours now?" ”

Demon Wuji Dai's eyebrows moved slightly, and her purple robe trembled gently in the wind: "What do you say?" ”

Si Nian lowered his eyes, his godless eyes stared at the faint silver light of the Immortal Sword, and his deep voice was extremely indifferent: "Then let me give it a try, the first person in the Vulture Palace is much stronger than Qing Feng!" ”

In the laser movie, Si Nian's figure moved, pulling out afterimages among the trees.

Feng Wuya and Luo Tear stood aside, and when they saw the speed at which Si Nian exploded at the moment, they couldn't help but gasp. He actually hid his strength when he fought with himself just now. Feng Wuya's heart was filled with deep loneliness for no reason, but he didn't expect that the gap between himself, who was once the second sword in the rivers and lakes, and the people in the rivers and lakes at this moment, was so big. He raised his eyes to the sky, how high was the first sword in the rivers and lakes that he wanted to surpass?

Someone will tell him the answer, that person is called Youranhime......