The young man who rushed into the courtyard had joy in his eyes, and shouted:

"Master! Master! ”

"Senior brother has arrived!"

"Senior brother is fine, he's back!"

The wooden door was pushed open at once, but no one came out immediately, and after a few breaths, a man's hoarse voice came, calm, and seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and said:

"It's here, what's the squeak?"

"All the ordinary qi cultivation kung fu has been raised on the dog?"

Accompanied by his voice, a middle-aged man who was a little blessed walked out of the courtyard with a sword, and saw Hong Feibai, who was quite straight, his expression was stunned, and his eyes were slightly relieved, and then he noticed the blood marks on the young man's shoulders and the breath on his body, and noticed the indifferent breath on the latter's body, and the two thick eyebrows furrowed again, and his heart was already restless, and his voice couldn't help but turn cold, and said:

"What do you mean by that?!"

"Why don't you go back to the mountains?!"

The beautiful woman who came out grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and signaled him not to be so stiff, then looked at Hong Feibai, with a kind look on her face, and just comforted:

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back......"

She didn't know about the abandonment.

It's just that as her husband said, the eldest disciple with the highest martial arts left with her daughter.

The young swordsman, whose face already had the taste of rivers and lakes, bent down, did not salute, but gently put down the carriage he was pulling, turned around very carefully, and gave the rest of the people a back, which made the man feel inexplicably irritable and unhappy, and snorted coldly.

A corner of the coffin was exposed, and the dark color had already made the complexion change slightly.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he said:

"What do you mean, scoundrel!"??

Hong Feibai had already come out of the black coffin on his back, and did not answer, but he started to walk into the yard from the third plane tree in the old street, step by step, walking very steadily, the emotions in the heart of the middle-aged man during this period of time were already depressed, and when he saw the disciple coming with the coffin, he snorted and brushed his sleeves and said:

"Stop him!"

The five or six sword-wielding disciples at the door were full of hesitation, not knowing what to do.

One of the men had already pulled out the long sword in his hand, pointed at Hong Feibai, and said:

"The master said that he wants you to stop!"

As if threatening, the sword in his hand played a sword flower and pointed at his shoulder.

Hong Feibai didn't retreat or avoid, it seemed that he had something more important than retreating, the long sword pulled a hole in his body, bleeding blood, and the person who came out of the sword had a sigh in his heart, but he didn't expect this sword Hong Feibai couldn't avoid it, and instantly withdrew the long sword in his hand, his body was a little stiff, and he didn't dare to move again, allowing the young man in the gray robe to pass by him.

One person carried the coffin, and everyone retreated.

This scene alone is already the best Jianghu script.

Wang Anfeng sat at the tea stall, so he couldn't continue to come forward on this trip.

The owner of the tea stall served him tea.

It's a very inferior tea, but when you smell it, you feel that the taste is strong and indescribable.

It's just that he doesn't know whether it's the strong taste of tea, or the complicated flavors in the hearts of tea tasers, he always feels that the inferior tea here and the noodles in Yizhuang have a taste that surpasses the food itself.

"Let you stop him, deaf?!"

"Do you know how to use a sword?"

The middle-aged man was very powerful, and when he heard him speak at this time, he was obviously angry in his heart, and the senior brother didn't say a word, he didn't know what he had encountered, and he also committed a stubborn temper.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves back, and walked into the courtyard.

The disciples in blue and white sword robes had no choice but to pull out their long swords, although the blade pointed at Hong Feibai, they had already avoided the vital point, and pointed to the ground with a low bow, hesitating and reluctant to make a move.

Hong Feibai walked forward as if he didn't see it.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect subconsciously retreated, but after all, they finally reached the point where there was no way to retreat, looking at Hong Feibai, almost begging:

"Senior brother, if there is anything to explain to Master, it would be good."

"Why do you have to contradict Master and his old man like this?"

Hong Feibai didn't seem to hear anything.

According to this, the young man in green shirt three hundred meters away looked at Hong Feibai's back.

He may be the one who best understands the feelings in Hong Feibai's heart at this time.

Just like himself and Miss Xue, Hongfeibai would rather be an outcast himself, rather than let the girl die, especially knowing that the girl's death was used in exchange for his own life, he should hate it in his heart, but the person who did this thing just saved his own life.

He can't hate.

How can he hate?

The young man sighed, looked at the inferior tea next to him, and raised his hand to drink it all.

Put down the teacup, hold the sword, and get up.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect had no way to retreat, and behind them was already the master's angry gaze, so he could only grit his teeth and say:

"Offended, big brother......"

"It's hard to disobey the teacher's order."

The sound of the sword roar sounded, five false and one true, and the six long swords fell towards Hong Feibai's body, but at the same time, he heard the crisp sound of clanging, and his wrist was numb, like being struck by lightning, and he could no longer hold the weapon.

A full six Heavenly Sword Gate standard weapons fell to the ground without even noticing how this happened, and there was already an extra person next to them, wearing a navy blue robe and carrying a piano case behind his back.

In his right hand, he carried a rudimentary iron sword.

Nine hundred and seventy texts.

The sword was sharp.

"Who are you?!"

Wang Anfeng was silent, watching Hong Feibai walk past him, looking at the young man's back, and sighed.

The long sword in his hand turned slightly, and the young man in the pale blue robe stood with his hands in his hands, his black hair behind, and the three-foot long sword was held diagonally, and he said lightly:

"Just passers-by."

"Me and you."

"Please stop, don't move, otherwise the sword has no eyes, please bear with me."

The crowd turned pale with anger.

This is already a naked threat.

Hong Feibai walked forward slowly.

From the plane tree, to the courtyard, to the man.

When I was a child, I was scared for the first time, and I was forced to walk forward by the little girl who was many years younger than myself, and I had to walk one hundred and twenty-six steps.

Later, when I grew up, my steps were much bigger, and I was young and vigorous, and it only took sixty-one steps.

Now he carried the black coffin on his back, and walked slowly through the distance again.

One hundred and twenty-six steps have been taken, not more than one step, no less step.

Stand still.

In front of him was a flower bed, and once there was a little girl with her arms outstretched, and she spun around in front of him, smiling happily and brightly.

"This is my home."

"It's your home from now on......"

The young man stood still, raised his eyes to look at the master and his mother, his shoulders were stained with blood, and gently put down the black coffin on his back.

raised his hand and stroked the lid of the black coffin, his expression became soft, and he said hoarsely:

"Senior sister."

"We're home."

Several people around changed their colors when they heard the words, the middle-aged man's body seemed to tremble slightly, and the beautiful woman had doubts first, and then a bad premonition rose in her heart.

Like a cloud.

In the sound of the coffin lid of the black coffin, it flew up directly, revealing the inside of the coffin, revealing the girl who was sleeping calmly, and her face was still so beautiful.

There was a dead silence all over the place, and the sound of the sword in his hand falling to the ground could be heard.

There was a thick layer of cloth in the black coffin, and the girl in the blue dress was lying on it, with a beautiful appearance, as if she had just fallen asleep quietly, but in an instant, the girl's face began to dissipate, as if a thousand years had passed in an instant.

The face is old and decayed.

Even the white bones slowly turned into powder.

The beautiful woman's face was pale, and she almost fainted.

Hong Feibai stood up straight, raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him who was still cold and hard, and said hoarsely:

"I'm just sending my sister back to see you one last time."

"And then I'll ask you."

The voice paused slightly, his hand held the long sword, and his five fingers subconsciously increased his strength, but the sword was not unsheathed, and his tense body finally relaxed, his eyes were lowered, and he was silent for a long time, but he just said softly:

"Do you regret it?"

Outside the city, in the middle of Yizhuang.

The old man, who was over 80 years old, leaned on a bamboo chair, with his right hand on the bamboo chair and his hand, playing a beat, as if he was humming a small tune, wearing a black suit, and the young man who was cleaning the yard with a broom listened attentively for a long time, and only heard two sentences.

I don't like it very much.

Flick your fingers to the old face, and pass away in an instant.

PS: Today's first update......

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