A thunderclap sounded in the sky, waking up the stunned Mu Fan. The dripping autumn rain fell and dripped onto Duan Hai's corpse and also onto Mu Fan's face.

Mu Fan licked the rain from the corner of his mouth, a little cold, a little salty.

Maybe the heavens were moved.

The swordsman wants to stop the two countries from fighting, buy time for Beihua, and fight against the demon clan in the north with all his might.

This move is a great righteousness, and from this point of view alone, the swordsman has won over ninety percent of the masters in the world.

Ye Feng had the intention to go north to support Beihua and work with the Beihua soldiers to resist the demon clan, but the many constraints of the ridiculous Sword Sect have not been completely solved yet.

There are many people who are interested in going north to resist the demon clan, but most of them are riding alone, and there are almost no large forces involved.

In his position, he had to seek his own government.

There is still some time to go before the formation of a coalition to resist the demon clan in the north. The war waits for no one, and it changes rapidly, and the imperial court and individuals in Beihua have come out one after another.

Assassinate the Demon Clan Mission and spontaneously resist the Dongze army. There were even some cities that were besieged by the Dongze army and swore to the death.

The swordsman came from Beihua and offered his head to Huo Wujia in exchange for Huo Wujia's promise of a truce.

Mu Fan walked to the corpse of the swordsman with resolute eyes and knelt on the ground, admiring from the bottom of his heart.

He pursed his lips, clasped his head and said, "Junior...... Yan Qing, send Duan Hai's predecessors back to heaven. From then on, the younger generation respects the predecessors as parents and worships them from generation to generation. ”

Huo Wujia patted Mu Fan's shoulder and said, "This matter must not be spread outside, otherwise Senior Duan will be sacrificed in vain." ”

"I understand that there are people whose sacrifices cannot be spoken out and celebrated." Mu Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "On the contrary, he is the emperor who destroys the lives of the people, and enjoys the worship of ten thousand people every day." ”

Huo Wujia didn't speak, he walked to the side of the knife man and wanted to collect the body for him.

Mu Fan stretched out his hand to stop it and said, "I'll come!" ”

Huo Wujia withdrew his hand, his face unbearable. He stood behind him and said, "Come on." ”

Mu Fan saw the unbearability in Huo Wujia's eyes and knew that his guess might be right. Duan Hai's body may have to be sacrificed to the emperor.

There were quite a few ways in which the emperor flaunted his merits, and one of the most important ways was through the destruction of his opponents.

In order to tell others that the opponent was killed by him. Emperors would often tell the world that they would desperately protect the corpses of their enemies, or divide the corpses of five horses, and then display them everywhere.

Mu Fan did not use Ruyi bricks to collect the corpse of the swordsman, for this kind of hero, it is disrespectful to use Ruyi bricks to turn him into a puppet.

If he really does this, I'm afraid he will look down on himself. What's more, there are Xiaowan and Huo Wujia around.

Mu Fan cleaned up all the things in the storage ring and put them in the ring space.

He went to carry the body of the knife man, and Xiao Wan took out an umbrella and hit the knife man on the head.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Mu Fan and Xiao Wan released the true yuan, forming a gang qi to isolate the rain.

Huo Wujia's face was sad, he didn't let the true yuan out, and let the rain fall on him.

"A little snowflake...... Huo Wujia walked in the rain and snow, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

His heart is bitter, if it weren't for the different camps, they would have become old friends and good friends.

Serving poisoned wine with his own hands is really a helpless move.

Mu Fan put the corpse of the swordsman in the ring and said, "Senior Brother Huo, do you know the dead corpses under the fallen leaves in this mountain forest? ”

He suspected what Huo Wujia did, and wanted to get an answer from his mouth.

Huo Houye shook his head, "It's not me, it's someone else." ”

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, no longer nostalgic.

Mu Fan was not worried when he saw Huo Wujia leaving, and thought: "He knows the person who does it, otherwise he would never dare to talk about big things here." ”

What Huo Wujia did just now, from the perspective of Dongze's national interests, is equivalent to communicating with foreign countries and preventing the old emperor from realizing the "unification" plan.

But from the perspective of the entire human race, he and Duan Hai, who committed suicide just now, are both heroes. For the sake of the future of the human race, one will not die, and the other will risk being beheaded.

Mu Fan finally laughed, laughing at Huo Wujia and Duan Hai's stupidity. However, there must be some stupid people in the world, without them, there will be no backbone of the human race, and there will be no backbone of the human race.

The things in this place have been understood, Huo Wujia is gone, and the knife man is dead. Mu Fan and Xiao Wan didn't need to stay anymore.

Walking in the rain and snow, Mu Fan's heart was very hot, and he was made hot by Huo Wujia and the swordsman.

The weather in Falling Snow City is colder, but it is far from the temperature of snow. Maybe it was really the heavens that moved, rained and snowed, and paid tribute to the great heart in the chest of the swordsman.

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The sleet gradually turned into snow, the snow was not heavy, and the fallen leaves on the road were covered with another layer of white.

Standing on an ancient tree, Mu Fan looked into the distance and saw ten miles of flowers in the snow.

There is really such a wonder in the world, the pale red peach blossoms are connected, stretching for nearly ten miles. The icy cold wind blew off the peach blossoms, forming a red rain of flowers.

The white snow and the pale red peach blossoms dance, and the combination of things that would not have coexisted in the past has such a thrilling beauty.

Mu Fan had already put away his golden flying sword, looking at the town, he seemed to be able to remember the horror at that time.

At that time, he came to help his eldest brother and Chang Geng, but he didn't expect to be involved in a conspiracy.

It was also in this town that he met Xiao Wan again.

Lin Xiao's sword, the flower of the Daoless, the living dead with withered ghosts, and the red gourd of the three evils......

Now in this town, it really feels like a world away.

It's only been a few months, and things are changing so fast.

Peach Blossom Town is more prosperous than before, perhaps related to the surrounding ten miles of peach blossoms.

It is said that many stories have happened in these ten miles of peach blossom forest, of course, the most common is a love story.

Peach blossoms seem to be born to be a romantic place, and there are all kinds of poignant rumors. Among them, the most widely circulated book is the love story of the fox woman and the son of the gods, during which various immortals are involved......

The woman's resistance to this kind of love story is very weak, and Xiaowan was moved by this story.

The storyteller of the teahouse spoke eloquently and emotionally.

Mu Fan saw Wen Cheng here, and also saw the short man who conveyed the message from the Mu family.

Neither of them took the initiative to look for him, just quietly drank tea and listened to the storyteller's story.

Mu Fan added a cup of tea and said, "If only they could finally come together." ”

Xiaowan's eyes were red, and she said seriously: "Some feelings are too deep to see clearly, and some feelings are just self-righteous obsessions." ”

Mu Fan held the teacup in his hand and said, "Huahua is infatuated with Bai Bai, and he has paid so much. ”

Xiao Wan smiled, laughed stupidly. She's so stupid, so stupid that she forgets herself.

She looked at the young master's side face, and the young master's gaze was on a strange man.

Wen Cheng paid for the tea, walked to the table where Mu Fan was, and reached out to touch Xiao Wan's beautiful face.