"Do you regret it?"

This sentence is here, and only three people understand it.

Wang Anfeng, who had already withdrawn his long sword and stood at the door, wearing a green shirt and a piano, had a vicissitudes of life, but he had already initially had a sword heart, and a middle-aged swordsman standing in front of him.

The latter pursed his lips.

There seemed to be a subtle bend in his body, and then he straightened up, like a sword in his hand.

He looked at his most proud disciple, shook his head, his voice was cold, and said:

"Walk like a sword."

"I never regret what I do."

Hongfei Bai looked at the majestic face, laughed out loud, as if he was full of exhaustion, and a sword roar caused everyone's nerves to tense subconsciously, but he just raised his hand and handed over the sword in his hand that was obtained from his junior sister, and said:

"This is my sister's sword."

The sword was still roaring.

Fu took out the jade plate that was broken into pieces from his arms, rubbed it, his voice was hoarse, and said:

"This is something that my sister protects to the death, and I will give it to you."

"I'm tired."

Then he stepped forward, walking in the direction of the house in the courtyard that should have belonged to him, his shoulder brushed against the shoulder of the middle-aged swordsman, and from beginning to end, he never really looked at his master, and the latter's body was also straight, like a sword, and he never looked back.

His wife couldn't accept this huge news for a while, and almost fainted.

The disciples gathered around, and the young man who took the lead in taking the sword against Hong Feibai stood up suddenly, his eyes were slightly red, and he suddenly pulled out the long sword with his right hand, slashed out the silver light, and rushed directly towards Hong Feibai, the sword in his hand was already a killing move, and shouted angrily:

"Hongfeibai!"

"Master asked you to protect your junior sister, and that's how you protect it?!"

Another more fierce and crazy sword roar sounded, Hong Feibai held his broken sword in his hand, turned around and slashed vertically, silver light flashed, and the intact long sword shattered instantly, the broken sword was already stuck in the neck of the person who shot it, and the broken sword was tightly attached to the major artery that swelled like a python because of anger.

Hong Feibai was like an enraged beast, staring at each other with red eyes.

The latter is equally unyielding.

Breathing is heavy and rapid.

After a long time of silence, Hongfei staggered back, glanced at the broken sword in his hand, and laughed.

Release the five fingers.

The sword of the great disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect fell to the ground and roared.

Then he turned around, without a hint of nostalgia, and strode away.

The disciple who had previously drawn the sword was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly sat down on the ground, and the anger dissipated, leaving only the indescribable fear and powerlessness of the infinite near-death in his heart.

He lay on the ground, arms outstretched, and the sword he had clenched loosely.

Falling on the bluestone ground, it makes a soft noise.

His eyes looked at the sky high and there was a low whimper in his ears, and suddenly he felt a feeling of indifference rise in his heart.

My sister is dead.

What else is there to fight for?

He blinked.

It's windy today......

The Great Qin City outside is still peaceful, and the story in the courtyard is only here.

Wang Anfeng leaned against the cold and damp stone wall at the door, holding the iron sword in his right hand, this line was originally to follow the vine and trace the traces of the White Tiger Hall, but now, looking at the love and hatred staged in the courtyard, he no longer has this thought.

And the various feelings that witnessed the development of gaffes, even if they are brilliant, millions of words are difficult to express, but if they say little, they only need two words to express all the flavors.

Vividly.

Wang Anfeng sighed.

Young children are old.

The old is the heart, and I have seen all the love and hatred in the world, how not to be old?

At this time, he suddenly recalled in his heart a poem he had read when he was young in Daliang Village, when he was learning the piano under Jiang Shouyi's master, the content of which was writing about regretting the many political achievements of an official friend in his life, but he was framed and released.

"A glass of wine."

"Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes."

Stand up straight from the wall.

Anyway, the White Tiger Hall doesn't have to be here to get the news.

The young man sighed in his heart, said goodbye to Hongfei Bai in his heart, and was about to turn around and walk out with the simple long sword, and he didn't care about the failure of this trip to get his wish, if he said it, he felt sorry for his silver money was true, and he had just walked a few steps, and suddenly heard a gloomy and hoarse voice behind him, and said:

"Shaoxia, stay for the time being."

Wang Anfeng recognized the voice, paused slightly, and turned to look back.

The middle-aged swordsman who had lost his youthful demeanor and was a little blessed walked out of the courtyard, and his wife was almost fainting because she could not bear the bad news of her daughter's death, but he still looked as usual, his face was cold and hard.

The body is straight.

The palm of the hand holding the sword did not tremble in the slightest.

Even if he saw his daughter, even if his own daughter died because of him, even if the eldest disciple he valued most today was close to breaking with him.

Wang Anfeng's heart rose with displeasure.

He studied with several masters for a long time, but the mask Mr. Win never took back from him, and he was never a person who could control his true thoughts very well, which in the eyes of the scribes was a stubborn stone, and it was simply foolish. But the rest of the masters liked it very much.

He looked at the swordsman in front of him, his expression slightly cold.

Because of the intersection with Hongfeibai, because of the morality of etiquette, he hugged his fists and saluted, and said lightly:

"Are you calling me?"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice Wang Anfeng's coldness, bowed his head slightly, and said meticulously:

"In the Lower Heaven Sword Gate Honghui."

"Thank you Shaoxia for protecting the return of the rest of the disciples, Ende is beyond words, if you need Hong's help in the future, but it doesn't hurt to ask......"

"Hong will do his best."

Wang Anfeng looked at this middle-aged swordsman with a solemn expression, trying to see a trace of grief on his face, but he failed to do so, and when he heard the words, he had been running around for a long time for the traces of the White Tiger Hall, and it took half a month on the way here, but at this time, he only stroked the long sword and said lightly:

"Don't dare to bother Elder Hong."

"I'm tired to tell Feibai, if I have something to do, I'll leave first."

Gripping the sword, he turned and left.

There was no hesitation.

Honghui had been watching Wang Anfeng leave, watching the young man's figure disappear without a trace, only then did he slowly retract his gaze, turned around and stepped into the courtyard, his eyes swept over the appearance of his disciples in the courtyard, his brows furrowed, and he shouted coldly:

"Get up!"

"What does this look like? What kind of swordsman is he? ”

One of the disciples looked at him almost with a crying voice and said:

"Master, junior sister went to ......"

Honghui's brows furrowed tightly, and he said coldly:

"Everyone will die, you will die, and I will die."

"In this way, if something bigger happens one day, won't you be slaughtered?!"

"Get up, what should you do, what should you do, are you done with your sword practice? Have you done enough? Go, go, go! ”

It was still a familiar majestic voice, with anger, which used to sound like a sound that could make the soles of the feet tremble, but now it brought a certain stability, as if it had found the backbone of the main heart, and the panic and grief in the hearts of many disciples dissipated a little.

One of the teenagers supported the beautiful woman, straightened up, and said:

"Master, Master, she ......"

In a flash, a middle-aged man in a sword robe had appeared beside him, raised his hand to tie the two long swords in his hand, one large and one small, around his waist, and reached out to hold the beautiful woman who was a little unconscious in his arms, the latter was so grieved because of the death of his only daughter that he almost fainted.

When he was picked up, his right hand subconsciously stretched out and stretched out towards the black coffin, which was almost empty.

He whispered, saying:

"Wen'er ......"

Wen'er is the girl's milk name, and since she can remember, she has not let her parents say it because of shame.

Honghui's footsteps remained the same, still calm, he walked back to the house with his wife in his arms, opened the wooden door with his feet, put his grief and gaffe wife on the bed, and covered the quilt.

The woman was still muttering her daughter's name in a low voice.

Honghui's face was still cold and hard.

He raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his wife's eyes.

Putting her arms back into the quilt, she pressed the horns and said:

"Wen'er is no longer here."

The voice fell, and there was a dead silence in the room, and in the dead silence, the man's shoulders were no longer as rigid as they were in front of the disciples, and they collapsed slightly, as if in order to persuade something, he accentuated his tone again, and repeated:

"Gone......"

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