Mu Yi and Yan 13 went down with the waves, and when Yan 13 entered the cabin to rest, Mu Yi saw Chai Hongsheng hidden in the dark.

"Good guy, I really didn't expect your job change mission to find this one." Mu Yi directly put his words in the team channel.

Then Chai Hongsheng's words appeared after a long absence: "Hehe, I can't think of it, but this is the purpose of my entry into this world." ”

"It's you, so where are you now?" Mu Yi asked curiously.

"The last step, witness the final battle between the third young master and Yan Thirteen, and influence the outcome as much as possible." Chai Hongsheng narrowed his eyes, "As a senior officer, you should know the meaning of this mission." ”

Mu Yi's brows immediately furrowed, this task is very difficult, although there are various degrees of completion according to the task description, but in fact, if you want to have a good result, you must complete a big thing - to prevent Yan Shisan's death.

But needless to say, it's definitely not an easy task.

Looking at Mu Yi's reaction, Chai Hongsheng couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, as long as at that time, we force that sword out or stop it, we have all the hole cards, and it's not without a chance, even if they are already second-order." ”

Mu Yi pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, a duel with them was looking for death, but they might not be able to make some influence in that weird and frequent last form.

And saving Yan Thirteen is definitely more beneficial than disadvantageous for them, and a top master who owes a great favor has the effect of turning things around in many cases.

"It's possible, but we still have to plan well." Mu Yi finally agreed to this plan, although it needs to take some risks, but it is definitely worth a try for the final harvest.

"Of course, there are still four days left until the night of the full moon, and we still have time to plan." Chai Hongsheng nodded.

In this way, Mu Yi began to silently take this small boat and slowly sailed to the destination, in the daily practice and research, time passed day by day, and soon it was fifteen.

On the fifteenth day, the sky was very good, and it was not yet dusk, and the sunset was already very red, so red that it seemed to have burned.

Mu Yi and they stopped the boat at a small ferry, and then slowly walked to a fairly smooth path, Yan Shisan walked in front, Mu Yi and the two followed silently, and soon they saw a maple forest.

At this time, there were already two people under the tree there, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time, but when they appeared at the end of the road, they came together again.

The Third Young Master had already been waiting under this maple tree, because the Third Young Master would never break his promise, so he would definitely be waiting here today, and he also knew that Murong Qiudi had been watching him from a distance.

Murong Qiuqiu naturally looked at him from afar, she had been watching for a long time, and knew that she had only walked to the third young master's side now.

Honestly, she walks so beautifully, even if you know she's coming to kill you, you'll still think it's good-looking.

"A woman is born to be seen by others." This is what the third young master said to her, so no matter what time it is, she will never forget this sentence, as long as she feels that it makes sense, she will never forget it.

She walked up to him and looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Is this today?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "It's now." ”

He knew that the person he was waiting for could come at any time now.

Murong Qiuqiu said, "Then you should have at least a sword in your hand." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I don't have a sword. ”

Murong Qiuqiu said: "Is it because you already have a sword in your heart, so you don't need to have a sword in your hand at all?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Those who learn swords must have a sword in their hearts." If you don't have a sword in your heart, how can you learn a sword? It's a pity that the sword in his heart will never be able to kill Yan Thirteen. ”

"Then why don't you go find a sword?" Murong Qiuqiu asked.

Xie Xiaofeng smiled: "Because I know that you will definitely send it for me." ”

Murong Qiuqiu said, "Then tell me what kind of sword you want to take?" I can't just say it. ”

"Why?" Xie Xiaofeng asked rhetorically.

Murong Qiuqiu said: "Because swords are the same as people, there are many kinds, and the form, weight, length, width and narrowness of each sword will not be absolutely the same, and each sword has its characteristics." Therefore, if a person wants to choose a sword, it is like choosing a friend, and it must not be sloppy, let alone casual. ”

Of course, Xie Xiaofeng also understands this truth. Masters compete with each other, and they can't even make a mistake, and the sword they use is often the factor that determines their victory or defeat.

Murong Qiuqiu suddenly smiled again, and smiled very proudly: "Fortunately, even if you don't say it, I know that what you want most in your heart is that sword." Not only do I know, but I have brought it for you. ”

She really knew him, and she really got it for him.

The jet-black and old sword pins, the simple and elegant sword cuffs, and even the glossy black silk on the hilt of the sword that has been emitted from frequent friction are all things that Xie Xiaofeng will never forget.

To him, this sword is like a friend who has been with him through life and death, but has been far away from him. Although he will never forget it, he never thought that they would see each other again.

Murong Qiudi gently placed the sword on a bluestone beside the third young master.

When Xie Xiaofeng saw it, he couldn't help but reach out and touch the scabbard lightly. His hand had been shaking, but as soon as he grasped the sword, it would immediately regain stability.

He held the sword tightly, like an amorous teenager, clinging to the lover of his first love.

Murong Qiuqiu said: "You don't need to ask me how this sword is in my hand, and I won't tell you if you ask, because I don't want your heart to be disturbed." ”

Xie Xiaofeng didn't ask.

"I also know you'll be upset if I stay here, so I'm leaving." Murong Qiudi continued, as she said she gently shook his hand and said softly, "But I will definitely wait for you at the inn, and I am sure you will be back soon." ”

She's really gone, and she still looks so good when she walks.

Xie Xiaofeng looked at her slender back, but couldn't help but ask himself: "Is this the last time I see her?" ”

At this moment, he suddenly had an indescribable attachment to her, and he almost couldn't help but call her back.

But he didn't do that, because at this moment, he already felt a fierce murderous aura blowing out of the maple forest like a cold wind.

At this moment, on the back of his hand holding the sword, the green tendons were bulging.

He didn't look back, and he didn't need to look back to know that the man he was waiting for had arrived.

Needless to say, this person is, of course, Yan Thirteen!

At this moment, the sunset was as red as blood, the maple forest was also as red as blood, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be full of murderous aura, and Yan Shisan's appearance seemed to bring these murderous auras to life.

In the red leaves of the mountain, a black figure has appeared at this moment.

Black symbolizes sadness, foreboding, and death, and black also symbolizes loneliness, pride, and nobility. They symbolize the life of a swordsman.

Just like most swordsmen, Yan Thirteen also likes black and worships black. When I walked the rivers and lakes, I never wore clothes of other colors.

Now he had finally returned to this attire, and even his face was covered with a black scarf. He didn't want Xie Xiaofeng to recognize him as the frail and rickety old man by the medicine stove, and he didn't want Xie Xiaofeng to have any scruples when he made a move.

Because his greatest wish in life is to fight to the death with Xie Xiaofeng, who is unparalleled in the world! As long as this wish can be fulfilled, why not lose or die?

On the boat, Mu Yi had already learned that the mysterious person who saved Xie Xiaofeng's life was really Yan Shisan, and his master was the former No. 1 Holy Hand in the rivers and lakes.

Now he Yan Shisan was sure that Xie Xiaofeng would never be able to see that this black-clothed swordsman with a body as straight as a javelin was the frail old man who had bent his waist like a shrimp before. But Xie Xiaofeng recognized him as the strongest opponent in his life, Yan Shisan!

Because he held a sword in his hand, and the pitch-black scabbard was inlaid with thirteen crystalline pearls. Although this sword is not a sharp weapon for sharpening iron like clay, it has long been famous all over the world. In the minds of the people of the rivers and lakes, this sword symbolizes ominous and death!

As soon as Xie Xiaofeng turned around, his eyes were immediately attracted by this sword, like a sharp needle meeting a magnet! Of course, he also knew that this sword was the symbol of Yan Thirteen.

Yan Shisan suddenly said, "I know you." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Have you seen me? ”

Yan Shisan's eyes exposed outside the black scarf stared at the third young master, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "I haven't seen you, but I recognize you, you must be Xie Xiaofeng." ”

Xie Xiaofeng smiled: "Because you recognize this sword!" The Xie family's divine sword! ”

Yan Shisan said: "This sword is nothing, if it is in the hands of others, it is just an iron handle." The last time I saw this sword, it seemed to have died with its owner, and now when it reaches you, it immediately has a murderous aura. ”

Xie Xiaofeng sighed: "Yan Thirteen really deserves to be Yan Thirteen, I didn't expect that we would finally meet." ”

Yan Shisan said: "What you should think, since there are two people like us in heaven and earth, sooner or later there will be a day when we meet!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said slowly: "When we meet, is there bound to be someone who dies under the other party's sword!" ”

"Yes!" Yan Thirteen nodded, his hand clenching his sword, "Yan Thirteen can live until now, in order to wait for this day, if he can't fight with Xie Xiaofeng, who is unparalleled in the world, Yan Thirteen will not be blind!" ”

Xie Xiaofeng stared at his eyes exposed outside the black scarf and said, "Then you should at least let me see your true face." ”

"Why do you want to see me for who I really am? When did you let others see who you really are? Yan Shisan sneered, and then he continued, "What kind of person Xie Bifeng is, no one in the rivers and lakes has ever known. ”

Xie Xiaofeng closed his mouth, he couldn't help but admit that even he had forgotten what his true face was.