Fu Yuanyu died.

The world's biggest devil, on the twenty-third day of the twelfth month of the nineteenth year of Yong'an, died on the bank of the Zhongchu River in Jiangcheng, Yunzhou.

Until the last breath dissipated, the riverbank was still silent, only the snow fell like an overwhelm, and the world was white.

After a while, Fang Huaiyuan was the first to come back to his senses, he put away the heavy sword, and led people to check the situation, when he saw the corpse nailed to the tree standing on his own, his breath stagnated, and when he pulled out the long sword and put the person down, he saw the shuddering heart-piercing wound, Rao is most of his life in the rivers and lakes, and there was a chill behind him.

When Fu Yuanyu came to Feixian Tower, he had no long things, and he didn't die with a tie, Fang Huaiyuan picked up the bloodstained snake whip, only to feel that a whip weighed more than a thousand pounds, as if there were countless resentful souls screaming happily in his ears.

He should be relieved, but at this moment, his mind is surging and he has mixed feelings.

The old devil still took advantage, Fu Yuanyu died at the hands of Bu Hanying, it was better than being a gutter rat hiding all his life, and even waited until the poisonous hair became ugly and decadent, and collapsed into a pile of maggot bones crawling in a place that no one knew.

The three-foot Qingfeng buried a seven-foot body, which is not in vain for the people of the rivers and lakes.

Just as Fang Huaiyuan was about to let people carry away Fu Yuanyu's body, a hand suddenly stopped in front of him.

It's strange to say, the dead person is clearly Fu Yuanyu, but Bu Hanying's face is more pale and cold than the dead man, he stopped the others and personally carried the corpse, the blood of the two people was mixed together, and when he took a step, it was a shocking bloody footprint, no one dared to stop him, he could only watch him walk to the shore and throw Fu Yuanyu into the burning wreckage of the ship.

With a "boom", the body fell into the sea of fire, and the crumbling railing roof also collapsed, and the fire was full of firelight, making several crackling sounds, and then sank to the bottom of the river little by little in front of everyone.

Even river workers who are well versed in water cannot dig up Fu Yuanyu's body from this underwater ruin.

Fang Huaiyuan couldn't stop it, and frowned: "The master of Bushan ......"

"The first thing that the Ten Graces require, I have done." Bu Hanying said indifferently, "From now on, there will be no Fu Yuanyu in the world." ”

Fang Huaiyuan was speechless for a while.

He watched Bu Hanying pick up the hat that had fallen to the ground and put it back on, and turned over on the horse as he came, with half of his body bloodstained and bone scars, and he didn't look back, riding in the dust, leaving no one a word.

The two people who broke through the life and death together back then, in the end, one went to the knife mountain, and the other went down to the sea of fire.

Fang Huaiyuan should persuade him, the words came to his lips and swallowed back, Bu Han Yingruo would change his temper because he was afraid of the ghost's calculations, and he would not have broken with Fu Yuanyu back then, but although he was in a high position all these years, he had become shrunken because of too many scruples.

Everyone is a stone between the torrent of heaven and earth, some need to be sleek and sophisticated, and some need to be sharp.

Fang Huaiyuan laughed at himself, thinking of Xue Hongbi and Fang Yongyan, whose whereabouts were unknown, his brows were twisted again before he could stretch, he ordered some people to stay and clean up the mess, and rushed to the North and South Inn with the rest of the people.

Although Fu Yuanyu is dead, the matter is not over.

Most of the Jianghu people left behind are still young, and their martial arts are not strong, they are cleaning up the mess, and they can't hide their excitement about what happened tonight, and they all have palpitations and eyebrows dancing, thinking that there will be a lot of talk in the teahouse and wine shop in the near future.

They talked so much that no one noticed that in that grove of snow suddenly moved, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Xue Hongbi arrived too slowly, but the timing of his arrival was just right.

If he had taken a step earlier or at night, it would have been easy to be discovered with his light skills as a three-legged cat, but he ran over when everyone was fighting, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he lay down on the spot, turned his breath into internal breath, and let the withered leaves and snow fall all over his body, like a piece of dead wood that fell in the snow.

Xue Hongbi originally had a trace of luck, feeling that Fu Yuanyu was not only a martial artist but also insidious and shameless, and he couldn't help but listen to the Yuge and the martial arts factions chasing and killing him for twelve years, not to mention the small Zhongchu River, even if he walked to the bank of the Lechuan River, this old demon could calmly step back and forth.

Until he saw the sword of the meteor flying.

The sword was so fast that he didn't even have time to blink, and life and death were decided.

When Bu Hanying pushed the hilt of the sword forward a little bit, Xue Hongbi almost crawled out of the snowdrift, he had been gathering momentum for a long time, thinking about whether he could give Fu Yuanyu a chance to sneak attack with all his might, but before he could rush out, the dying demon turned his head sideways as if he had expected it, and smiled at this side with the help of Bu Hanying's shoulder as a cover.

Xue Hongbi looked at him blankly, her nails digging into her palms, and the blood beads condensed into ice again.

By the time the last person from the Martial Arts League left, a line of fish belly white had been revealed in the distant sky, Xue Hongbi was frozen all over, and finally climbed out of the snowdrift, almost relying on instinct to run internal strength to warm up his qi and blood, and his eyes were still looking directly at the bloodstained tree trunk.

After a while, he trembled, but the corners of his mouth slowly pulled into a smile, laughing so much that tears flowed out, flowing into his mouth and coughing heartbreakingly.

Xue Hongbihe should hate Fu Yuanyu, hate him for harboring misfortune and hypocrisy, hate him for conspiring with the tiger to harm others, hate him for being full of lies and forced to use him, hate him for never telling the truth until he died, and leave himself alone at a young age to bear the name of "remnant of sin", stumbling like a headless fly in this world ambushed on all sides.

But Xue Hongbi couldn't deny that it was Fu Yuanyu who rescued him from Nanyang City and escaped from the control of Tingyu Pavilion, it was Fu Yuanyu who took him to the place where his biological parents were buried, and it was Fu Yuanyu who gave him "Intercepting the Sky" to settle down.

Fu Yuanyu is innocent of death, Xue Hongbi shouldn't be sad and cry for him, only laugh and cry.

He laughed and cried, while suppressing the fire surging in his chest, the internal force of Zhiyang was like a tiger smelling blood, and a cruel and ferocious true qi rushed straight to his brain with the blood, Xue Hongbi had never wanted to kill anyone like now, and the blood gradually gathered towards the eyeballs, gradually dyeing the dark eyes into an ominous blood.

However, he suppressed this murderous intent that had nowhere to vent, and his right hand, which was clenched into a fist, couldn't control and smashed on the trunk of the blood-coagulated tree, and it actually hit it in one fell swoop, and the whole fist was sunk into the tree, and the sharp sawdust pierced the back of the hand, but there was not even a trace of blood.

Xue Hongbi finally comprehended the first true qi of "Intercepting the Sky", but it was here and now, which made him not happy at all.

Knowing that Tingyu Pavilion would definitely send someone to check on him without giving up, Xue Hongbi's only remaining sobriety urged him to leave quickly, the fist marks could not be eliminated, and those minions would soon find out that he had come, and it would inevitably dig Jiangcheng three feet into the ground, and if he stayed for one more day, his life would be more threatening.

In the same way, Tingyu Pavilion must join hands with the Jiangcheng Mansion to send a large number of officers and soldiers to guard the roads in and out of various places.

Xue Hongbi couldn't think of a way to get out even if he wanted to break his head, he didn't dare to stay here for a long time, picked up the dead branches, messed up the footprints, and returned back and forth.

The people of the Wulin League are still searching around, but the sky is almost dawn, and the people of Jiangcheng are going out to make a living one after another, and there are more and more pedestrians on the street, providing them with more eyes and ears, and making the clues more complicated.

No one would have imagined that Xue Hongbi would disguise himself as a vegetable vendor, follow those who are busy with their livelihood to push carts and deliver food to a restaurant inn, and when he arrived at a small inn, he charged the proprietress two copper plates more, helped send the vegetables to the storage cellar, and took the opportunity to drag the unconscious teenager out and hide it in a big wooden barrel and leave in a grand manner.

By the time Fang Yongyan woke up, it was already noon.

When he opened his eyes, his head was not very clear, and his face was pale and ugly, and after a while he found that he was not in the inn room, but lying in a coffin, and almost thought that he had slept to death, and that he had lost his soul.

When he finally sat up, he first smelled an unpleasant smell, and then saw that there were many coffins and paper figures placed in the hall, with prayer flags hanging in front of the hall, and white cloth around the beams and pillars, which was obviously a place like Yizhuang.

A young man sat on the empty coffin next to him, dressed in coarse linen clothes, his face was gloomy as water, and his dark eyes were fixed on him, and he didn't know how long he had been looking, which made Fang Yongyan feel terrified.

"You ......"

Fang Yongyan finally remembered what happened before he fell unconscious, and immediately wanted to climb out of the coffin, the farther away from Xue Hongbi as possible, before he could shout loudly, there was a flower in front of him, and then a sharp dagger was pressed against his throat, and Shengsheng suppressed those voices back.

"If you dare to shout, I will let you sleep in this coffin."

Xue Hongbi knelt on the lid of the coffin on one knee, holding a knife in her backhand against Fang Yongyan's throat, and said expressionlessly.

Fang Yongyan saw that he was still like a rebellious young man with a hard mouth of a dead duck last night, and now Xue Hongbi lowered his eyebrows coldly, and the killing intent was piercing, and the knife on his neck was close to the flesh, and he was afraid that if he swallowed a mouthful of water, he would cut his throat.

Seeing that he was settled, Xue Hongbi put away the knife and sat on the lid of the coffin facing him instead.

Fang Yongyan thought he was looking at himself, but he found that the look in his eyes had not been implemented at all, and the indescribable gloom and sadness overflowed from Xue Hongbi's body, pressing him almost out of breath.

"...... you" Seeing Xue Hongbi frowning, Fang Yongyan lowered her voice with interest, "Who are you, what are you doing with me?" ”

"What are you pretending to be stupid?" Xue Hongbi's face was as cold as ice, "Your father sent someone to escort me to the inn, you still don't know who I am?" The one-armed swordsman who followed you will come to my rescue, and without your instructions, will he draw his sword and kill people? ”

"I really don't know!" Fang Yongyan's face was anxious, "My father never told me much about the Wulin League, before I heard the commotion downstairs, I didn't know that you would be escorted over, and then I asked someone a few words, and they said that you are the righteous son of Fu Lao Mo, a little devil, so I don't have to worry about it...... But I saw that the eyes of those three people were wrong, and I thought that you were about the same age as me, so I asked Uncle Liu to ......"

Speaking of this, Fang Yongyan was aggrieved again, and glared at Xue Hongbi with courage: "I knew you were ungrateful, I shouldn't have saved you!" ”

"It's not me you're saving, it's those two wretched." Xue Hongbi sneered and looked at him sarcastically, "You are the son of the martial arts alliance leader, I am the righteous son of the big devil, I am an enemy rather than a friend, you want to be a bad person yourself, and you still expect me to be stupid with you?" ”

Fang Yongyan was originally pale, and he blushed angrily.

Although Fang Huaiyuan married Xu Xian after the death of his wife, he only had such a son, because Fang Yongyuan was weak and sick when he hit his mother's womb and could not inherit his martial arts mantle, Fang Huaiyuan was not cold to this son, so that Fang Yongyan did not come into contact with many people in the rivers and lakes, and those he occasionally saw were also kind, even if someone ridiculed a few words of tiger father and dog son behind his back, no one dared to point at his nose and scold.

Without waiting for him to scold back, the person in front of him had already said coldly: "My name is Xue Hongbi, my biological mother is a rainstorm pear blossom white pear, and my biological father is Xue Mingtang, a rebel of the Song Party. ”

The words were full of blood, Fang Yongyan heard the words, and swallowed the words back again.

"You're right, even if I don't need you to be kind, but you saved me in the end, it was not my intention to take revenge, and I didn't kidnap you to hurt you." Xue Hongbi lowered his eyes, "I know that they are going to set up an ambush to besiege my father-in-law in the Zhongchu River, so they kidnap you and leave a blood letter, but I underestimated the courage of the Fang Alliance Lord, and he didn't take threats like 'one life for one life' to heart at all, but my hypocritical father-in-law didn't forget to let me hide it when he died, hehe...... Fang Gongzi, you, the son of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, are not as good as me, the devil's son, but he is really a good child. ”

In the past fourteen years, Xue Hongbi has rarely used such sharp words to attack others, especially against a young man who is not bad-hearted and has helped him, but when he thinks of Fang Yongyan's identity and Fu Yuanyu's death, his anger and hatred cannot be suppressed, he must find a way to vent it, otherwise he is afraid that he will go crazy.

Fang Yongyan was obviously stung by his words, sickly blood appeared on his pale face, he wanted to speak but was choked, covering his mouth and coughing to death, he couldn't help but turn these words over and over in his mind, his face gradually lost his anger, and his expression was a little stunned.

Xue Hongbi was ready to be scolded back by him, but he didn't expect him to be stunned, frowned and asked, "What do you want?" ”

Fang Yongyan was silent for a long time before saying, "The matter has come to this, will you kill me?" ”

Xue Hongbi was stunned for a moment and didn't speak.

"If you hide in such a place, it means that they are still looking for you, if you want to take me as a hostage to escape from Jiangcheng, then I advise you to save some effort, because my father will not regress." Fang Yongyan seemed to have thought of something, and a painful look flashed in his eyes, "As long as it is something he wants to do, he will do it at any cost, even if it is a close relative." ”

Xue Hongbi narrowed her eyes: "Do you really want to die?" ”

Fang Yongyan smiled bitterly: "My life and death are in your hands, not myself." ”

Xue Hongbi looked at him for a while, and asked coldly, "How did your mother die?" ”

Fang Yongyan was caught off guard by his words, and her breathing stagnated for a moment.

Before coming to Jiangcheng, Xue Hongbi had never met Fang Huaiyuan, but he had heard a lot of things about this martial arts alliance leader in the rumors in the market, but they talked a lot about Fang Huaiyuan's martial arts family background and great achievements, and even the people around him talked a lot, but they didn't mention the deceased wife.

If it's not that she's not worth mentioning, something has happened that makes people secret.

Looking at Fang Yongyan now, Xue Hongbi guessed that it should be the latter.

It's a pity that Fang Yongyan refused to say that his mother seemed to be a piece of reverse scale on his body, and he would never lift it up to show people the bloody flesh underneath, so he simply closed his eyes and lay back in the coffin, which was actually a posture that Xue Hongbi did not open his mouth even if he was slaughtered.

Xue Hongbi didn't really ask, so he jumped off the coffin lid with a sneer and took a fruit from the table that was about to rot and eat.

For the rest of the day, Fang Yongyan didn't say a word, nor did he ask him for a sip of water and food, curled up in the coffin, really like dead.

Xue Hongbi ignored him either, just taking this opportunity to sort out his chaotic thoughts and figure out what to do next.

However, Xue Hongbi's heart was in a mess, and he had to exert his strength to suppress the violent qi that surged in his chest from time to time, and he didn't come up with a reason until it was dark, but Fang Yongyan had a problem.

I don't know if I haven't eaten rice for a day, or because I was cold and frightened, Fang Yongyan suddenly had a high fever at night, and she was dizzy, and she couldn't stop coughing with her sleeves and pressing her mouth.

Xue Hongbi originally suspected that he was pretending to be sick, but listening to the coughing sound, it was really wrong, and his breathing became more and more rapid, so he went to check, but saw a small patch of blood red on his sleeve!

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"