In Xiejiazhuang, an old and haggard woman walked through the quiet courtyard and walked up to a small building in the backyard.

On the small building, Xie Wangsun stood silently in front of the wall, looking at the portraits on the wall.

What kind of story is in the portrait?

When the old woman looked at him, her eyes were immediately full of concern, and anyone should be able to see their emotions.

"Who is the person in the painting?"

Xie Wangsun seemed to be immersed in the portrait and did not hear it.

The old woman asked, "You have been looking at this portrait for seven years." ”

Xie Wangsun finally reacted, and in a long sigh, he muttered, "How could he still appear?" More than 200 years have passed, why is such a person still alive, is the legend true? ”

The old woman said: "Maybe it's just two people with the same face, although there are few such people, but there are all kinds of things in the world, and it is not impossible." ”

Xie Wangsun said: "Even if the appearance is the same, but that wanton and reckless posture is the same?" ”

The old woman asked, "Maybe it's really the same?" ”

Xie Wangsun sighed again: "I also hope so, but do you know how old the person in the painting is?" ”

Raising his eyes, his gaze fell on the person in the painting, he was really young, if it weren't for that white hair, he would be in his twenties. She looked at the portrait and seemed a little afraid to guess.

Xie Wangsun said in a deep voice: "When Tianjun slaughtered martial arts people in Xingyunzhuang, Xiao Li Tanhua had not yet retired, but in the end, Tianjun Xianyin fought before Mount Tai, but it was already thirty years later......"

The old woman was surprised, "But the person in the painting can't look at ......."

Xie Wangsun smiled bitterly: "According to the records of the ancestors of the Xie family, more than two hundred years ago, when Mount Tai fought in the first battle, Tianjun was actually nearly 100 years old. But he looked like a young man in his twenties. ”

The old woman said in disbelief: "Could it be misinformation?" ”

Xie Wangsun shook his head and said: "Even if he is the wrong age, from the time he appeared in the rivers and lakes to the time he disappeared, he has gone through thirty cold and summer, and his appearance has never changed in thirty years, but this matter will not be wrong." Because not only the Xie family, but also the seven major sects are recorded. And there were rumors in the past that the heavenly monarch is neither old nor dead! ”

The old woman didn't want such a rumor at all, but when she wanted to speak, she saw the verse: Go to the place of the nine walls and eight ridges, and lie down to see the end of the life of the heaven and the earth.

"The same appearance, similar temperament, and the legend that the Heavenly Monarch is immortal...... How could there be such a coincidence? ”

……

Looking at the clouds, the mind is ethereal; I want the flowers to bloom and fall, and watch the clouds roll up.

I couldn't help but look at the white clouds in the sky, listen to the wind, and smell the autumn colors.

Murong Qiudi had been following behind him, just like another girl, looking at the back, with indescribable complexity in her eyes.

The sun is like fire, and the afterglow of autumn is still there.

After a slight cough, he said, "Why are you following me?" ”

Murong Qiudi's eyes fluttered, and he smiled and said, "I want to see how you defeated the Third Young Master." ”

The voice was crisp...... It's very beautiful and pleasant to the ear.

Said arbitrarily: "Aji is going to become Xie Xiaofeng?" ”

Murong Qiudi learned from him to look at the distant mountains, and said quietly: "It's fast, he's ...... soon."

Arbitrarily chuckled, "It seems that you have done a lot. ”

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Not only did I heal my broken legs by you, I also told him that he had a child. As long as his injury is healed, he will definitely come to Xiao Di. ”

"You're looking forward to him picking up that sword again!" ”

After the gentleness was gone, Murong Qiudi suddenly said coldly: "Because when he picked up that sword again, it was also the time when he was going to die." ”

Laughed arbitrarily: "You want him to die, but you don't seem to want him to die, love is deep, hate is deep, women have always been so ......"

Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "You seem to know women very well. ”

Laughed arbitrarily: "No matter how you say it, I also have two ladies." ”

Murong Qiudi was surprised: "Are you married?" ”

"Yes!" ”

Murong Qiudi's words changed, and she asked again: "Will you kill him?" ”

Arbitrarily naturally understood what she meant, shook his head and said, "Even if it is Xie Xiaofeng, he is not qualified to die at my hands, and I only want him to die under Yan Thirteen's sword." ”

Murong Qiudi asked, "Why?" ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Because only by defeating Xie Xiaofeng, Yan Shisan is qualified to fight with me." ”

Murong Qiudi asked again, "Are you looking forward to it?" ”

Arbitrarily said meaningfully: "That sword is really worth my expectation!" ”

Murong Qiu Di was surprised and said, "Even the fourteenth change of the Thirteen Swords of Death is definitely not the opponent of the Third Young Master, this kind of thing, you told him seven years ago." ”

"So he wants to realize the fifteenth sword." ”

Murong Qiu Di Dai frowned slightly and said, "You have been waiting for the fifteenth sword?" ”

He nodded.

"The fifteenth sword is worth your wait for seven years?"

He nodded again.

"With such a sword, you will definitely be able to kill the third young master......"

He didn't nod his head again because he started coughing again...... He even stopped.

In front of them stood nine people, nine people in strange shapes.

Murong Qiudi said: "They are people in the underworld, because they are specially designed to kill people for others, so they are called black killing." ”

A young man with a blue face and a sword in his hand said, "We are going to kill such a person?" It looks like he won't live long without our hands. ”

Another man with a drunken face said, "This time the money given is a lot, and even if he is dying, we should cut off his head and take it back." ”

The cough gradually eased, and Murong Qiudi said again: "The one wearing the Taoist robe is called Bai Mu, the big monk is called the earth monk, the man in black is called the black ghost, the two people who spoke just now are Ding Erlang and the green snake, the nine-foot man is the axe, and the oldest is called Lao Chai." As for the last two Dongying Ronin, they are ......"

"You know, I don't care who they are. ”

Murong Qiudi smiled slightly, stepped aside, and stood with the doll. In the face of this worried girl, she didn't say much.

The remaining two were Sasaki and Ejima, and when they saw Murong Qiudi, their eyes lit up, and it was difficult to take their eyes off.

The two of them are already lustful, and Murong Qiudi, who saw a woman dressed as a woman in this wilderness, still has a thousand styles, her eyebrows are picturesque, her eyes are like waves, and her complexion is even more beautiful to deceive frost and snow, and they want to catch her even more.

But before you can capture her, you have to kill the sick and weak boy!

Sasaki didn't pay attention to the other eight people at all, and rushed over first, and Ejima was not far behind, and he approached from the side in a flash, and the two shot almost at the same time.

It seemed to be close at the same time, but Sasaki was still a point faster, and the Toyo knife on his waist had been pulled out, and he was about to slash down with a swing of the knife.

Fusang Kendo pays attention to ruthlessness and speed, but no matter how ruthless and fast the sword is, it is still a step slower after all.

The scimitar is out, and the full moon is up!

His knife was raised first, but his sword did not have time to fall. The unfancy scimitar, with a little mystery, and unpredictable ability, slashes people!