——On October 19th, in Youshi, outside Mianyang City, under the river bridge, in the maple forest, come with your sword.

Now the challenge book has reached Xie Xiaofeng's hands.

This is a typical Yan Thirteen tone.

Yan Shisan may not have read too many books, and his handwriting is not good-looking, but it has a kind of power.

A kind of power that looks down on the world and gives up on me.

Xie Xiaofeng's heart was pounding.

It's a complicated feeling: it's like an old friend you've been missing for a long time, it's like you've been caught in the throat by a giant python, and the joy is mixed with deep fear, relieved, but creepy.

Everyone has their own living environment.

Different environments create different personalities.

Xie Xiaofeng was not afraid of dying under Yan Shisan's sword, what he was really afraid of was only disgrace to the family.

He can die in this battle, but he must not lose!

Xie Xiaofeng stood on the ground, his eyes searched around, he desperately needed a good sword, but unfortunately, there was no one in the secret room.

So, Xie Xiaofeng pulled out his belt.

Pure black belt, the material is very soft.

His hand shook slightly, as if it had been poured into flesh, and the soft belt suddenly became straight, straight as a sword.

A sword was swung out, like a dark cloud covering the sun.

It seems to be slow and fast, virtual and real, dynamic and static, distant and near.

Dark clouds are everywhere, fluttering, heavy, and they carry a myriad of changes, almost beyond the limits of human capabilities.

Although it is just an ordinary belt, when it comes to Xie Xiaofeng's hands, it is better than all the murderous weapons.

Xie Xiaofeng's movements became slower and slower.

Finally, he slowly stabbed out his sword, pointing at the oil lamp in the corner.

Because he is almost "static", there is no wind in the secret passage.

"Poof...... Poof......"

The flames trembled five feet away, like a wail in a raging wind, and then suddenly extinguished!!

The light vanished, and the surroundings were completely plunged into darkness.

Xie Xiaofeng stood motionless in the dark, not knowing what he was thinking. It took a long time, a long time, for him to smooth out the belt that had become soft and put it back on his waist.

At this time, there was a sudden sound outside.

It was as if someone had opened a secret passage and walked down step by step.

Is it Qualcomm?

Xie Xiaofeng smiled, hurriedly found the fire fold, and re-lit the oil lamp.

The footsteps gradually approached, but Xie Xiaofeng's face changed.

Because he saw Murong Qiudi!

A light and light person, dressed in white, with a light smile on his face.

Some people are as afraid as a snake and scorpion, saying that she is a ghost underground, and some people throw herself to the ground, saying that she is a fairy in the sky, but Murong Qiudi is Murong Qiudi, no matter what others say, she doesn't care.

Fifteen years.

Fifteen long years, fifteen years of suffering, how many life and death alternates, how many vicissitudes of life?

But Murong Qiudi didn't seem to have changed.

When he first met her fifteen years ago, she seemed to be like this.

Xie Xiaofeng couldn't help but ask himself: How much have I changed? Where did the former third young master go?

Neither of them spoke.

They kept their distance and stared at each other.

The relationship between the two is like this, it seems to be close and far, unpredictable.

Murong Qiudi first broke the calm and said, "I found here, you don't seem to be surprised?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng has long learned to hide his emotions, especially in front of her.

"Mianyang City is about to be smashed, only Qualcomm's house has escaped, this is just 'black under the lights'. With your means, sooner or later you will find it. ”

Murong Qiudi nodded.

- Xie Xiaofeng's mind naturally doesn't need to be said, otherwise, how could she work hard for her lover back then?

If it's just because of the extraordinary swordsmanship, it's hard to impress yourself.

Xie Xiaofeng asked, "Could it be that Qualcomm has someone with you?" ”

Murong Qiudi smiled and said nothing.

She avoided the topic and turned her face to look at the environment: "It's actually not bad, it's quite spacious underneath, I thought the place where you lived was a kennel, but I didn't expect it to be a little stronger than a kennel." ”

Xie Xiaofeng said lightly: "Don't say too much about the cool wind, you're here to kill me, right?" ”

"Oh?"

"You've done all your tricks, and you've put so much effort into it, if you don't kill me, are you here to chat?"

Murong Qiudi rarely showed the posture of a child, and said angrily: "We have known each other for fifteen years, have you ever heard that I personally killed someone?" ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "It doesn't seem to be." ”

"That's right."

Murong Qiudi said: "I'm here today, just to come to see you, and by the way, I'll send you something." ”

"What's that?"

From the moment she entered the secret passage, Murong Qiudi's left hand had been behind her back, and it was only now that she turned her hand over and revealed a long object.

The object was about four feet long and covered with a black cloth.

Xie Xiaofeng's body trembled, and he said movingly: "This is ...... My sword? ”

"Hmm."

Xie Xiaofeng snatched the sword into his hand like lightning and held it tightly, like a dying drunk grabbing the wine jar, and his eyebrows were extremely happy.

Murong Qiudi said softly: "Yan Shisan has already retrieved his sword in the Green Water Lake, and I will send your sword over as well, so that you can have no distractions and use your best state to deal with the battle." ”

Xie Xiaofeng quickly recovered as before, and his tone of voice was questioning: "Ask more, how can my Xie family's things be in your hands?" ”

Murong Qiudi said: "I am kind-hearted, I sent someone to visit the old owner of Xie Zhuang, you are not grateful, and you even blame him?" Hmph, what a cold man! ”

Xie Xiaofeng didn't eat this set at all: "Have you ever sent someone to the Divine Sword Villa?" ”

Murong Qiudi said, "Yes." ”

"Father, do you have something to bring to me?"

"Yes, indeed."

"What did he say?"

"He said, 'I've let it go, you haven't let it go?'"

In an instant, the corners of Xie Xiaofeng's eyes were hot, and he almost burst into tears.

Two hundred years of wind and rain, two hundred years of glory, the reputation of the ancestors, and the burden of reality, how can you say that you can let it go? He is now like a donkey who can only go on until he dies.

"My father...... Is he in good health? ”

"Since you left, the owner of Xie Zhuang has become more and more emaciated, and recently he accidentally got a lung disease, and it is said that he has a severe cough."

Xie Xiaofeng's expression was miserable and speechless.

It was a long time before he spoke, "I understand. ”

"What do you understand?"

Xie Xiaofeng sneered: "If Miss Murong wants to get rid of someone, you really don't have to do it herself, you 'kindly' sent my saber over, just to use Yan Shisan." Yan Thirteen is no longer what it used to be, and he has a good chance of killing me. ”

Murong Qiudi was surprised: "You actually look at me like this? ”

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Otherwise? Is it all you doing to reunite us, and then you will stay at home like other women, doing laundry and cooking? Forget it Murong, I've known you since I was seventeen years old, and I know better than anyone what you want. ”

"What do I want?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Your ambition has already been revealed, do you need to say more?" How to write that blessing, oh, 'Heaven and earth are dark, only I am the only one'! ”

Murong Qiudi's face gradually turned pale, and it gradually turned cold.

"When you left me and said goodbye, that's just for this?"

"There is indeed an element of this. But the main reason is that I am ruthless and unjust, and I don't want to be responsible. ”

"Tsk, when people reach middle age, the third young master finally understands it, and the sentence 'ruthless and unjust' makes people feel emotional."

Xie Xiaofeng closed his mouth.

When he was a teenager, he knew how many ridiculous things he did.

Murong Qiudi didn't want to continue the topic just now.

"What day is the battle between you and Yan Thirteen?"

- No matter what kind of trouble they make, Murong Qiudi is the child's mother after all, and if she unfortunately dies in battle, the child must have a place to worship.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't speak, but only sent the challenge letter over.

Murong Qiudi looked at it and nodded.

"Under the river bridge, in the maple forest, well, it's a good place, and whoever dies will not leave regrets. Good luck and goodbye. ”

She walked away without hesitation.

Xie Xiaofeng clenched his fists behind him and said astringently: "Xiao, where did Xiao Di go?" ”

"I don't know, if you're lucky enough to survive, you might as well find it yourself. This child is very pitiful, nothing more than a heartbroken man at the end of the world. ”

Heartbreaker, at the end of the world?

The footsteps are gone.

Xie Xiaofeng was still standing there, his shoulders trembling inexplicably, and he finally couldn't control his emotions, and his tears were falling down in large pieces.

……

Also on this night.

The group touched Mianyang from the waterway.

There were about thirty of these people, all of them men with their temples bulging high.

They were agile and fast-moving, carrying heavy iron boxes behind them......