In the quiet night, the bright moon in the sky looks exceptionally clean......

Zeng Jing, dressed in a strong suit, walked on the street of home, surrounded by no one, looking at the moon in the sky from time to time, and feeling very comfortable, Kyoto has not seen such a bright moon for a long time.

Approaching the night market, there were gradually more pedestrians, most of them were some rich sons and young masters, and from time to time there would be some gentlemen who whistled flirtatiously at Zeng Jing, but Zeng Jing ignored them one by one.

Zeng Jing saw a candied fruit shop in the night market, she bought candied fruit for ten yuan, and remembered that this was her husband Jiang Asheng's favorite snack......

When she came to her and her husband Jiang Asheng's residence, she found that there was still a faint candlelight in the house, Zeng Jing was a little puzzled, she told her husband that she was going to go far away, so she didn't have to wait for her husband, but the house was still lit late at night, and Zeng Jing had an ominous premonition in her heart......

Holding the long sword at his waist, Zeng Jing slowly walked into the house, on the wooden table in the living room, her husband Jiang Asheng turned his back to Zeng Jing, and was using a brand-new whetstone to polish a piece of rusty iron, which was several points longer than ordinary long swords and long knives, and looked extremely rough, but it gave Zeng Jing an extremely familiar feeling......

"You're back......"

The low and cold male voice is contrary to the warm and full voice of her husband Jiang A's life. Although Zeng Jing was a little puzzled, seeing that there was no one else in the house, she made sure that her husband was not attacked by others, quietly put the long sword behind his back, and began to ask softly-

"Xianggong, what are you ......?"

Jiang Asheng turned around, his eyes were red, faintly like tears, and there was a sadness on his face that could not be hidden......

"I know everything, I know everything......"

Zeng Jing instantly understood what her husband meant, but she couldn't understand why her husband was so sad and was about to explain......

Jiang Asheng stretched out his hand to stop her and continued, "...... But I don't blame you, because I also deceived you, my name is not Jiang Asheng, but Zhang Renfeng, the eldest son of the former prime minister Zhang Hengchao, and now the protector of the Rakshasa Sect ......"

After that, Zhang Renfeng took down the strange iron weapon on the table, and said lightly: "Murong Drizzle, do you remember this weapon?

After listening to Zhang Renfeng's words, Murong Drizzle was a little stunned, and looked at the iron weapon again, and at the same time, the picture of the past gradually emerged in his mind, the picture of her and the color opera master Lei Bin besieging the owner of this iron weapon......

"Gossip Qiankun Knife ......"

Murong Drizzle said the name of the iron artifact with a wry smile, and looked at Zhang Renfeng lightly......

Zhang Renfeng smiled a little helplessly, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, and continued to add-

"It's funny, right? You destroyed my whole family, killed my beloved father, and I became married to you......

Murong Drizzle closed her eyes slightly, trying her best not to cry out loud, she still hadn't gotten rid of the influence of the name Murong Drizzle on her after all, maybe since the moment she joined the Shadow Gate, she couldn't quit at all......

Zhang Renfeng looked at the person in front of him, who was originally his most beloved, with this painful expression, and continued helplessly-

"I don't care if you seriously injured me for the sake of Rama's body, but you killed my father and ruined the entire Zhang family, I can't forgive you......"

After that, Zhang Renfeng injected the domineering Xuanhuang internal force into the Bagua Qiankun knife, the original rusty iron began to shine instantly, the rust continued to fall off, and a non-knife and non-sword weapon appeared in Zhang Renfeng's hand, Zhang Renfeng lifted the long knife and flew, faintly there was a sound of breaking the air, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, placing the long knife across his shoulder, and said indifferently-

"Let's make a move, Murong Drizzle......"

Murong Drizzle suddenly laughed like crazy, she felt that her life had been delayed, whether it was Murong Yuan who taught him martial arts, the monk who enlightened him, or Zhang Renfeng, who she loved, her whole life was delayed by these three people, without Murong Yuan, she would not have walked into the Shadow Gate, without that monk, she would not have thought of retiring from the rivers and lakes, without Zhang Renfeng, she would not know how to love, and fell into such a tangled realm now......

Murong Drizzle took out the candied fruit in his arms and put it on the wooden table on the side, the dark internal force exploded, the long sword came out of the sheath, flew into his hand, and gently raised the long sword in his right hand, and said lightly with the words that the senior monk told her at the beginning: "Just let me, come and end this relationship......

Murong Drizzle's whole person stabbed forward directly like a ghost, and countless shadow energy surrounded the sword body like substance, and faintly, a similar doppelganger appeared on the left and right sides of Murong Drizzle......

Zhang Renfeng looked indifferently at the afterimages of the three attacks in front of him, the Bagua Qiankun Knife in his hand was full of light, and several sword lights flashed in an instant, and the two afterimages on the left and right turned into dark clouds, but the Murong drizzle in the middle also sprinted in front of him......

The swords collided, and at this time, Zhang Renfeng's eyes no longer had the previous kindness, and some of them were the arrogance of the protector of the Rakshasa Sect, and the killing intent of a vengeful person......

Zhang Renfeng's practice is very weird, sometimes as domineering as a desert dust storm, sometimes as agile as a forest breeze, and with the Bagua Qiankun knife in his hand like a sword, he uses a sword style for a while, and a knife style for a while, so that Murong Drizzle, who has achieved great success in the shadow sword technique, is also tired of parrying for a while......

The dark internal force and the dark yellow internal force collided fiercely, and this room, which originally recorded the sweet life of the two, has now become fragmented......

The two sides exchanged fierce palms, accompanied by a strong wind, and the furniture in the room dispersed around the two of them, making the room more like a dueling arena......

"Have you ever loved me......"

Murong Drizzle still maintained a palm-to-palm posture with Zhang Renfeng, and the palm wind blew the hair coiled up behind his ears, which made Zhang Renfeng a little stunned for a while......

"After the family was broken, I joined the Rakshasa Sect, which was the enemy of the Shadow Gate, and hid in Kyoto, just to find out the killer who slaughtered me in the first place, and I have a deep blood vendetta...... How could I possibly fall in love with you......"

Zhang Renfeng said word by word, and tears flowed out of his ruddy eyes......

Murong Drizzle had no intention of thinking about the truth of Zhang Renfeng's words, she suddenly felt that she might not deserve to have any beautiful peaceful life......

Zhang Renfeng increased his internal force to hit Murong Drizzle, Murong Drizzle jumped up, attached his foot to the big pillar in the house, his middle finger and index finger slashed across the sword body, and the dark energy on the sword was further deepened, and at the same time, the internal force around the body was released outward uncontrollably, even people who had not studied martial arts could feel the fluctuations of this powerful internal force......

Zhang Renfeng lowered his body slightly, as silent as the calm eye in the center of the storm, and the dark yellow internal force was steadily released from it, but he felt that in the next second, this internal force could instantly sweep every space in the room......

Murong Drizzle kicked under his feet, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the long sword, and the dark internal force wrapped the whole body, drawing out like a dark streamer......

At the same time, Zhang Renfeng's long-accumulated internal force also exploded at this moment, and the gossip knife in his hand was swung out......

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the tears that Murong Drizzle had held back for so long finally slid down, leaving a tear stain on Jiaojie's face......

How could she have killed him, she just regretted why she hadn't met him earlier, before going on that mission, before going to join the Shadow Gate. Gentle as a jade noble son, holding a sword and practicing dance...... The shadow strength of the long sword in his hand faded, and the internal force in his body also lost seven points......

The blade passed through the flesh, but Murong Drizzle was fine......

Looking at Zhang Renfeng, who was stabbed by herself in front of her, she immediately understood everything, she was worried that the other party would not be a killer, so she left three points of internal strength to make a move, and Zhang Renfeng retracted it instantly after using all her strength regardless of the backlash......

Murong Drizzle wanted to cry silently, and held the dying Zhang Renfeng in his arms......

"Why, why are you ...... like this"

Murong Drizzle hoarsely clutched his throat, and his whole person seemed to be a little confused.

Zhang Renfeng brushed Murong Drizzle's face with his right hand, returned to his previous gentleness and indifference, and said softly-

"How could I possibly hurt you......"

Murong drizzled tears like rain, and Zhang Renfeng forced a slight smile-

“...... I don't have the power to choose between love and filial piety, but I can choose death...... Did you buy me those preserves......

Murong Drizzle used internal force to absorb the candied fruit that had been scattered before, and slowly put one of them into Zhang Renfeng's mouth......

"It's so sweet......"

Zhang Renfeng showed a smile on his pale face, as if he thought of the Zen story told by Master Qingxuan when he went to Qingchan Temple the day before yesterday, and continued with a dying breath: "...... In the next life, I would like to be incarnated as a stone bridge, blown by the wind for 500 years, exposed to the sun for 500 years, and beaten by the rain for 500 years, but I beg you to walk over the bridge and fall down for you......"