Just as Wei Wuliang betrayed his origin, and before he died, he had to be on the right path, and poured what he had learned in his life into Yinchen without reservation, Xue Wuxian betrayed his origin, as a righteous leader, a de facto alliance leader of the rivers and lakes martial arts, but he wanted to take his own sect to the official mansion, and it was when this official mansion was corrupted and incorrigible, when this official mansion was unfortunately destroyed, he did not wake up in time, stood up in time, and organized the world's heroes as an official, or issued a divine sword order as the leader of the alliance, instigating the world's righteousness and bravery, and jointly fighting against the real enemy who can fight with the people of the world, but like appeasement, for the sake of the black gauze hat on his head, he was bent on currying favor with the cowardly Yue Huang, and he missed the opportunity, and finally turned the enemy into the master, and finally made himself a metal monster who is not a human or a ghost, and finally made his disciples become lambs under someone else's butcher's knife!

His life passed vigorously and silently. His swordsmanship and talent must have been a sensation, but after he left, nothing was left, not at all.

"There are some people who are vigorous when they are alive, but they are worthless when they die. Some people, when they are alive, are worthless, and when they die, they leave endless treasures. The former type of people are called big stars, and the latter kind of people are called scientists. Silver Dust couldn't help but think of the so-called Gilded Age in his hometown. The drama's family affairs are known to the world, and no one asks about the general's dry bones. stars who evade taxes can easily spend a huge sum of 40 or 50 million. The father of two bombs and one star didn't even have forty yuan in his pocket. The era was glorious, splendid, and insanely twisted, and the gilded civilization that existed at the same time as the Gilded Age, once ruled the entire planet for 1,000 years, and finally was not in the hands of magicians, and was completely shattered into ashes. Those so-called stars have been dug up one by one, and their bones have been scattered, but even if their ashes are scattered all over the sky, it is impossible to restore the backbone of those silently withered civilizations.

He suddenly realized how similar the current era was to that era. The heyday of the Great Talent Slave Dao was when people all over the world suffered from hypochondriasis. It is extremely dangerous at this time, and they will either be conquered again by the foreign language, trampled under their feet, and forever be the boots of those who are on high, or they will be destroyed from within, by people like him, or at worst, gods like him.

"The ship of society has sunk, and sure enough, no lady can escape. At the same time as the silver-colored Dharma God said this, a 12-year-old boy ran in and whispered inside: "There are several masters inside, there is someone looking for ...... outside."

"Looking for who!" When this low and hoarse voice sounded, even the silver-haired boy was startled, and he could hear that it was Yin Shanluan's voice.

He breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and felt that a large stone in his heart that had been hanging all the time slammed to the ground. Zhao Guangyi was finally willing to call his former friend, and I discussed the matter, which shows that this steely man is struggling to get out of the trough.

"Lord Shenhai, the squire of the military department, asked to see him, and he wanted to come to Uncle Yinchen is also here. The 12-year-old shopkeeper sounded respectful and respectful, but he always felt a little arrogant in terms of words. Thinking about it, it is obviously unrealistic to be able to open a general hotel in a place like Pershing City safely and steadily, without the support of officials behind it. While Xiao Er spoke, he slowly walked in tentatively, holding a big red greeting note in his hand. Yinchen saw that from the suite on the side, he walked out of Yin Shanluan.

Today's Yin Shanluan looks very tall and majestic, and he has long since lost the weakness he had when he was on death row in the Fengbo Pavilion. The tall and mighty world's first writer took the post with a cold face, looked down at himself on the big red paper, and unceremoniously said:

"I don't think there's any hope for that. ”

The shopkeeper smiled awkwardly and reservedly, and immediately lowered his bow to be a grandson: "This master, please make it convenient." ”

Yin Shanluan ignored him at all, walked into the suite during the day, and closed the door of this room with his hand, the meaning of his doing this was very obvious, that is, he took this matter and didn't need to disturb Yinchen.

However, Silver Dust was sitting by the window at this time, and he saw this scene thoroughly. He knew that he should give Ban Jianxin a final settlement, or in the matter of the Divine Sword Gate, the last time to replace him.

He sang that the shopkeeper hadn't gone far, stood up, Shi Shiran pushed open the door of the void, and said in a very gentle tone:

"I'm old with that king Shenhai, right? You go down and tell him that I'm waiting for him. ”

"Childe......" Yin Shanluan's voice came from the side, his tone made Yinchen a little uncomfortable, Yinchen suddenly remembered that it was the tone Yin Shanluan used when he spoke to Zhao Lingyun, not the tone he used when he spoke to him, obviously Zhao Guangyi was not the only one who had his memory modified.

Yinchen couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart, but Zhao Lingyun's factor in his body instinctively played a role: "Uncle don't mind, in fact, I am also a friend of Wan Jianxin, Wan Jianxin is not in a good mood today." ”

"Oh, well. Yin Shanluan had no choice but to retreat.

Yinchen wanted to stand in front of the door, but suddenly he thought that doing so seemed to be too attentive, and he remembered the friendship between himself and Wang Shenhai, and couldn't help but sneer twice. Laughing at himself: "Anyway, all in all, it probably doesn't seem to be an enemy!"

He somewhat understood at this time why Wan Jianxin didn't want to see this person. The ruthless and unrighteous sword in the Red Blood Secret Realm stabbed past, and any friendship would be over.

The silver god cleaned up his mood, adjusted the expression on his face, put on a real relaxed look, and returned to the chair by the window again, quietly waiting for the so-called soldier to come up.

The sound of soft footsteps came slowly, the cautious and somewhat cramped footsteps of a swordsman. The magician can hold the unchanging, with a strict rhythm of footsteps to hear the cultivation of a swordsman, and can also hear the caution and humility of a small six-rank official from this monotonous timbre.

After a while, Wang Shenhai appeared in front of Yin Cheng, he was obviously carefully dressed, he was not in a hurry to wear the blue and white robe of the Shenjian Gate, nor did he wear the supplementary uniform from the six-rank petty official, but wore a moon-white, very clean civilian robe, obviously he fully considered Wan Jianxin's feelings, but unfortunately, even if it is a regular dress used by civilians going out to visit, it is a bit too luxurious to wear on him, his robe fabric is exquisite, she did not take off the jade pendant, collar and other things, it is extremely luxurious, it looks like it is the thing condensed by the countless people's fat and people's ointment, it stands to reason that a small military attache from the sixth grade, The real spending power is also limited to brass pendants, and now, he can really be regarded as wearing gold and silver, at first glance, I thought he was the illegitimate son of the owner of a certain bank.

He stood a few feet away in front of Yinchen with a reserved and respectful attitude, a little rusty, or overly nervous, trembling and making a fist salute, and said softly: "Junior brother Wang Shenhai, I have seen senior brother." ”

After he said this, he wanted to slap himself, and under the high degree of nervousness, he said "I have seen the world brother" more vaguely, so it became "I have met the senior brother". He could clearly see the mage's brow furrow slightly.

"You just say something. Yin Chen's voice was really quite cold, and he seemed to really understand now what Wan Jianxin meant by Xue Wuxian's death having a great impact. Thinking about this Wang Shenhai, or someone else in the Divine Sword Sect, he is still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period, and he is looking forward to relying on a little bit of love many years ago, so that Wan Jianxin and even ten thousand people will be their shields, blocking all kinds of disasters that are about to be poured from their heads for them. This kind of thinking may seem stupid, but in the face of all despair, even if it can provide a little bit of empty hope, it will become the whole reason for their actions. And as long as these people dangle in front of Wan Jianxin, they will definitely disgust him to the point of directly drawing his sword and slashing people. Therefore, as the elder brother, Wan Jianxin relied on his friendship with Yinchen to pit the magician a little and let him be my villain.

Yinchen doesn't care about this kind of thing at all, he and Wan Jianxin are really fatal friends, but Wan Jianxin guessed a little wrong from the beginning, and in the face of these people, Yinchen is actually more impatient than him.

"This, that, brother, I think there may be a little misunderstanding between us, or, I did something wrong, even if I am young and ignorant, I apologize to you today. I ......"

"Tell the point!" Yinchen's tone was not cold, but he was particularly impatient: "If you come today to talk about these things, then you will leave immediately." ”

"I ......" Wang Shenhai was stammered by the bad attitude of the magician, he was usually used to being a big official, but now he didn't dare to show it at all. After stumbling in officialdom for so many years, if he hadn't trained his knees soft enough, he probably wouldn't have survived this time.

Wang Shenhai closed his mouth, took a deep breath, as if he had inhaled endless courage for himself, and said softly in a somewhat trembling voice:

"Brother Silver Dust, is Senior Brother Wan Jianxin here, I would love to meet him, could you ......please introduce him?"

"No need to talk. Silver Dust's voice was casual and perfunctory. After he finished speaking, he lifted Erlang's legs, grabbed the tea on the table, and poured it hard.

His posture of drinking tea is particularly unelegant, and if he is seen by the sour literati, he will definitely scold the cow for chewing peonies. It's just that the magicians who really come from civilized society know that the main function of tea is to quench thirst, not to pretend to be forced.

"Brother Yinchen, Master Yinchen, Master Yinchen, please do it! Let the younger brother see the former brother, before that sect Zen or happens, the younger brother and Senior Brother Wan, that is really the same brother, the younger brother can't forget, back then Senior Brother Wan asked the younger brother to block behind him, his thin back is as wide as a city wall in the eyes of the younger brother!" Wang Shenhai is a little open, so that the deepest in his heart, the most sincere feelings can not be said, since the winter has fallen, I will have the same dream every night, dreaming that Wan Jianxin will protect him behind him, dreaming of Wan Jianxin's shoulders and back that make him extremely reassured, dreaming of the only person in this world who can provide him with that incomparably luxurious sense of security. Wang Shenhai has profoundly learned a truth since Wan Jianxin betrayed the sect. The kind of security he needs most in his heart can't be given by the court, can't be given by the master, can't be given by Fang Tianhang, only Wan Jianxin can give it.

"What did you say??" Yinchen's expression suddenly became serious, he adjusted his posture, sat upright, and his tone became formal and serious, with a pair of warm blue eyes, the brilliance was restrained, and the whole person looked like a faint light, he was really a jade boy.

"Are you saying that many years ago, Wan Jian Xin used to protect you behind you, or did he use his body to block the sword for you?"

"Yes, yes! Senior Brother Wan's kindness, the younger brother will never forget! Back then, he blocked the triple dart of the Demon Wei Pavilion for the younger brother, and the younger brother is still a reporter today! The younger brother can't forget his broad shoulders......

Wang Shenhai said with great emotion: "Brother Yinchen, for the sake of such a friendship between the junior brother and Senior Brother Wan, I really trouble you! The younger brother once dreamed that he could settle his old suspicions with Senior Brother Wan, but the younger brother really didn't want the misunderstanding to go deeper! Every time the junior brother thought of Senior Brother Wan hating the younger brother and being sad, he felt that his five organs and six lungs burned together!"

Wang Shenhai sobbed in a low voice as he spoke, whether his words moved others or not, he was moved by himself first.

Silently, light burst out of the magician's palm, forming a terrifying sword, not long, shaped like a military dagger, as sharp as the Heavenly Expedition on the table. After all, a mage is a mage, and in the sudden rage, the first thing he uses is not the final holy sword that he has built himself, but the sword of light formed by the elements.

Silently, the incomparably meat-eating sword pierced Wang Shenhai's stomach, and it could be regarded as a magician's hand at the last moment, otherwise this sword could have pierced his heart.

Wang Shenhai opened his mouth wide, unable to spit out a drop of blood, nor could he shout a word, only a puff of hot green smoke came out of his throat. His round eyes were filled with panic and fear.

"Senior Brother Wan blocked the sword for you, in exchange for your ungrateful sword in the bloodthirsty secret realm?" The voice of the silver god was very light, like a whisper in the ear of a lover. There was no coldness in his tone, no cruel killing intent, only a sense of shattered, light nothingness.