There are too many people who have died, and they can't be calculated, and few things on the rivers and lakes can go down in history, and this battle of Qingyunguan can already be called a battle, not an incident in the rivers and lakes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Many people died, Master Enlightenment died, Qingyunzi died, Murong Weiyi died, Yanziqiu died, too many people died, and their deaths were so simple and so ordinary. It turns out that those masters of the rivers and lakes who have infinite scenery and strength on the surface are no different from ordinary people when they die.

No matter how beautiful you are, you are still a martial artist, and you will still have dry bones and a cup of loess after death.

Su Zhu couldn't remember how much he had killed, he had been killing, the smell of blood affected his consciousness, and before he knew it, he discarded the sword in his hand, turned his right arm into a combat knife, and slashed around, whether it was a Qingyunguan disciple wearing a robe, a monk wearing a robe, a knight with a long sword, a Confucian student with an iron fan, and a general with a spear, I couldn't remember who they were, only that they were all dead.

From one side of the road to the other, there was a flurry of slashing, a burst of fierce killing, and the blood kept splashing.

Red blood flowed down the uneven road from the mountain to the foot of the mountain little by little, looking like blood was flowing from the peak of Zhongnan Mountain, screaming incessantly, and blood and tears flowed.

When all the people here were dead and no one could be seen alive again, Su Zhu finally came to his senses.

It's like waking up from a big dream.

What about Ni Rong'er? He was stunned for a moment, saw the door of the dungeon open, and couldn't help but walk in that direction.

Little girl, are you alright? He thought uneasily in his heart, and his pace couldn't help but quicken.

The dungeon was pitch black, with faint firelight, but only one person could be seen tied up here.

Mu Zixie walked towards the girl who was bound here, and Ni Rong'er was bound by the rough hemp rope all over her body, unable to move. Her eyes were blank, and she looked at Mu Zixie who came step by step in a daze.

She looked at the middle-aged man, her eyes were blank, and she didn't say a word.

"Zhu Xiangchen." Mu Zixie spoke calmly.

Ni Rong'er's eyes suddenly returned to clarity, she looked at Mu Zixie, looked at the first person in the rivers and lakes, the pavilion master of Tianfeng Sword Pavilion, and the indescribable fear in her heart.

She was scared and wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

"You're damned." Mu Zixie's eyes couldn't see emotion, and his words were very calm, but Ni Rong'er felt the killing intent.

She struggled, but she couldn't move because she was tied to the ground, so she had to look directly at Mu Zixie and the sword in his hand.

"You can die."

With these words, the sharp tip of the sword stabbed towards Ni Rong'er, and the whole body of the sword was submerged in the human body, and a blood-red liquid flowed out.

The blood burst out on the ground, and it was extraordinarily red, which was particularly eye-catching.

The wound was very open, and the sword wound was very scary and painful.

However, it was not Ni Rong'er who was stabbed, but a man, a beggar-like man.

He was the madman who was kicked away by Su Zhu outside, but at this moment, his eyes were clear, where was there still madness?

Why? Because he woke up, he remembered everything.

"Muzi Song!" Ni Rong'er suddenly cried, her tears couldn't stop flowing, and big tears slipped down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes, and her crying was extremely sad.

"Why...... Why are you here...... Why...... You have to protect this enchantress! Mu Zixie was stunned, he could vaguely distinguish his son's appearance, he looked at this dirty and very embarrassed man, and there was a rare sadness in his tone.

"Father......" There was a smile in the eyes of Mu Zige, who was like a beggar, and this smile was given to Zhu Xiangchen, and it was the pride after successfully protecting her.

That smile, like a happy big boy.

Ni Rong'er burst into tears and buried her head in Mu Zige's body, and her desolate wails kept echoing in the dark and gloomy dungeon, as if the soul was whimpering.

"Muzi Ge ......," she said sadly.

"Father...... You said that...... Heroes of the rivers and lakes must keep their promises...... Ahem, cough ......" As he spoke, Mu Zige coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He was so weak that even saying these words would take all his strength.

"At the beginning...... I promised...... As long as she's alive, I'll protect her...... She, I'...... You can't break your promises......"

"You ......" Mu Zixie seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden, sat on the ground, and looked at his son blankly.

Let his martial arts be superb, but at this moment, he is a father.

"And ...... I...... I love her, whether she likes me or not...... I want to ...... too She is happy......" Mu Zige kept coughing up blood in his mouth, and said intermittently.

"So...... Father ......"

Then there was no sound.

He hadn't finished his sentence, but he couldn't speak.

Motionless.

It's like dead.

"Muzi Song...... Muzi Song ...... Mu Zige ......" Ni Rong'er desperately arched Mu Zige's body with her little head, shouting in panic, but found that he had no reaction.

Dead? She stared blankly.

He's dead.

Standing at the door of the dungeon, Su Zhu watched all this silently, did not make a sound, just sighed slightly.

Mu Zixie looked at his son's body in a daze, dazed for a while.

But he suddenly stood up with a frantic expression.

"You return my son!" He roared like a madman.

He stood with his sword in hand, full of murderous intent.

Suddenly, a sword entered his body and pierced his body.

Su Zhu stood behind him, and the sword in his hand flicked upward, splitting Mu Zixie in half from the middle.

"Su Zhu......" Ni Rong'er said these two words tremblingly, looking at him with complicated eyes.

Without saying a word, Su Zhu untied Ni Rong'er, and the girl looked at Mu Zige's corpse lying on the ground, silent.

"Bury him." Su Zhu said softly.

"Hmm."

……

At the gate of Qingyun Temple in Zhongnan Mountain, a young girl is struggling to go up. As Qin Xi walked, he complained about the difficulty of the mountain road here, and he didn't think about what kind of picture he would see in the future.

Standing in the Qingyun Temple, she froze, as if she had seen some incredible picture.

Is this purgatory? Am I really still alive? She couldn't describe the shock in her heart in words, she couldn't even move her steps, her face was pale, and she was at a loss.

Suddenly, she saw two people.

It was a young man, and a young girl, standing silently on a rough and simple grave, leaving behind two backs engraved in the sun.

Qin Xi walked over and saw the young man's cheek.

"Su Gongzi ......," she exclaimed.

The girl ignored her, while Su Zhu turned her head and glanced at her.

"What's the matter?" Su Zhu asked.

“…… This...... What is going on......" Qin Xi pointed to those corpses incredulously, especially as she seemed to vaguely see the figures of martial arts seniors such as the Enlightenment Master among the corpses, which made people feel more and more like they were dreaming.

"I did."

"Huh?" Qin Xi was startled and asked, "Really......?" ”

"Really."

Qin Xi's face changed and he no longer spoke.

"Let's go." Su Zhu turned around and said to Ni Rong'er, who was standing in front of the grave.

"Hmm." The girl replied lightly, her eyes blank.

The two of them walked towards the outside of Qingyunguan in silence, and they actually regarded the girl Qin Xi directly as air.

Qin Xi waited for them to walk away before turning his head and looking at the humble tomb with wooden planks as a tombstone.

The tombstone reads "The Tomb of Mu Zige, the Master of the Young Pavilion of Tianfeng Sword Pavilion", and the name of Zhu Xiangchen is still left underneath.

Qin Xi looked at it blankly, with mixed emotions in his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly choked up.

"Young master......" she shouted in a low voice, her eyes slightly red, and she didn't know what she was shouting.

Then she burst into tears.

I don't know if it's another love.

……