The wind danced freely on the rooftops.

The ridges of the roof are craggy, like the bare spine of a wild beast. The bright lights quickly receded with his figure.

He suddenly swept out of the window because he saw a man.

A man he had met at Purple Bamboo Villa.

This man must be someone from the Firmament Gang. This is still ten miles away from the nominal land of the Sky Gang, and although ten miles is not far, ten miles is ten miles.

Why is this man here? This is also near the secret base where Yoshihiro made plans.

Could it be that this man had come to contact the spy among them?

Whether it was or not, he couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.

It was the second time he had left her so rudely in that situation. He knew that doing so would inevitably hurt her again, but he had to do it anyway.

He only hoped that Sima Yan would understand him.

This person has always kept a distance of about ten zhang from the wind and dance. The wind dance has chased almost seventeen or eighteen ups and downs, and only caught up with about one zhang.

I didn't expect this person's light skills to be not much inferior to him.

The lights are fading. In the light of the lamp, the figure in front of him suddenly changed, and a swallow threw himself into the forest and fell into a house.

Wind Dance immediately followed, falling like an arrow.

When he was only half a foot away from the base of the wall, a large rock suddenly flew out in front of him!

A stone as big as a horse.

Faster than an arrow!

From his angle in the air, he fell half a foot to the base of the wall, just in front of the corner of the middle part of the courtyard. It is also difficult to react to sudden changes in the situation.

This is clearly a well-planned raid!

Feng Xiaowu's eyes widened, and his body twisted in the air, twisting into a completely deformed shape like a soft elastic gluten, and suddenly changed direction in the air, soaring to the left.

However, this was not enough for him to completely escape the boulder's flying attack.

I saw Feng Wu dancing with his arms vibrating, spreading his body, bending his waist, and making an iron plate bridge out of thin air.

Boulders grazed the skin of his back. He could already feel the blade-like stone surface touch his skin, cutting through his flesh.

However, he did not slow down his pace, and immediately turned over, and kicked on the boulder, leaping away like a rabbit, and flying to the branch of the tree on the side.

He knew that if one blow failed, there would be a second blow. He reflexively grabbed the trunk of the tree and searched in all directions.

However, there was no next attack.

In between him dodging the blow, it was the perfect opportunity to start the pursuit. Instead of doing so, the opponent let go of the opportunity. Feng Xiaowu's heart couldn't help but sink.

He couldn't figure out what the other party was up to.

"Good kung fu!"

As he pondered, a voice as cold as a steel plate emerged from a bush in the courtyard that was about to wither.

The man slowly walked out of the bushes, and the wind danced to see the man.

He didn't know who this person was, but he recognized it as one of the seventeen fresh faces he had kept in the small firewood room of Zizhu Villa.

Everyone was trembling that day, and their faces were as if the execution had begun, and the guillotine was on the back of the neck ready to be cut off, and the prisoner's face was laughing out of control.

However, the person he saw today was not at all funny and ridiculous that day, but extremely gloomy and cold, making it impossible to understand what was hidden behind his expression.

This person is extremely ordinary-looking. Although Feng Xiaowu has always remembered it, among the seventeen people, this person's appearance is the one with the most vague memory of Feng Xiaowu. This man's face was so ordinary that even the wind danced and almost forgot it unconsciously.

Feng Xiaowu immediately understood that the leader of that group of people must be the person in front of him.

People who are engaged in this kind of industry are not very impressive, and it is the real horror to make people subtly and quietly forget.

The wind danced down the branch and stood quietly, looking at the man.

The two looked at each other.

There is only decaying yellow grass and a faint moonlight in the courtyard.

Feng Xiaowu spoke first: "The Twelve Hall Masters of the Sky Gang, which one are you?" ”

The man smiled faintly, but the corners of his mouth were like the tip of a sculptor's carving knife: "Good eyesight." ”

"My surname is Guo."

"Guo Chongshan?"

Guo Chongshan said: "Yes." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "I have heard for a long time that Guo Chongshan has all kinds of martial arts, all of which are refined, and he is born with divine power. When I saw it today, it was true. ”

Guo Chongshan said: "Of course. ”

"I rarely compliment people. There are not many people who deserve my compliment. ”

Feng Xiaowu paused for a moment and looked at Guo Chongshan: "But you are worthy of my compliment." ”

Guo Chongshan said: "I can also see that you are not a person who likes compliments. ”

"There are not many people worthy of compliment, but there are even fewer enemies worthy of compliment. ”

Guo Chongshan was silent for a moment and said, "Yes." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Are you here this time to kill me or kill someone else?" ”

Guo Chongshan smiled: "I have always disliked selling guanzi, and I also know that you have investigated our spies clearly. I didn't want to kill the superfluous people this time, I just came out to complete the mission. ”

Feng Xiaowu narrowed his gaze: "Task? What task? ”

Guo Chongshan said: "Do you think I will say it? ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Do you think you will die? ”

Silent. Moonlight flows in the courtyard.

Guo Chongshan said: "I'm dead? ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "If you don't say it, either you go or you die." You're an interesting opponent, and I don't want to kill you right now. ”

Guo Chongshan sneered: "You think you can kill me?" ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "You don't believe it? ”

Guo Chongshan was silent.

Feng Xiaowu said: "If you don't believe it, you might as well give it a try." ”

Guo Chongshan suddenly smiled again: "Maybe I may not be able to win against you alone, but I don't seem to have to fight you at all." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Oh? ”

The clouds have opened. The moonlight filtered through the eaves and slid down into the courtyard. As soon as Guo Chongshan beckoned, three people immediately appeared behind him with the moonlight, and in the moonlight that became a little clear, it was like three ghosts coming out of the moon shadow shining on the ground.

When Feng Xiaowu saw these three people, he knew that these three people were all first-class masters in the rivers and lakes, and they were all masters of killing.

Their eyes are unusually cold, their steps are unusually steady, the amplitude of their arms swinging when they walk is perfectly coordinated with their torsos, every ounce of strength is quite precise, and they will never spend any more effort on superfluous places, and their breath is completely constricted, so that people do not perceive a trace of life activity at all.

Their strength is used to kill. In addition to killing people, they will never expend a little more strength, nor will they expose a little more murderous aura. Only those who really know how to kill can plan their strength so rigorously and meticulously.

Guo Chongshan said: "These are the three incense masters under my Yin Dao Hall, I think you have seen their level." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "I heard that the Yin Knife is specifically responsible for murder and life-suing, and these three people must be good at this time. ”

"Not bad." Guo Chongshan said slowly: "Maybe their martial arts are not as good as the so-called top masters in the rivers and lakes, but when it comes to killing, there are not many people who can understand it better than them." ”

Feng Xiaowu nodded: "It's one thing to have high martial arts, but it's another thing to kill people." A person with high martial arts skills often dies at the hands of people whose martial arts are inferior to him, because he knows martial arts, but he does not know how to kill. ”

"Yes, you get the idea." Guo Chongshan smiled, his smile was as hideous as a rugged cliff on the cliff: "You can get away from so many of the young gang master's subordinates, which is enough to prove that your level is far more than the level of the Emei disciples and the three masters of Hainan." At worst, maybe I'll be defeated by you alone, but in the hands of the four of us, do you think you'll be able to leave alive? ”

"The level of my sword in the rivers and lakes has never been determined."

"That's right, I have also understood in advance that you are not a person who shows off your power and sells your reputation, and you have rarely made a move this year except for completing the task of Yihongzhuang."

"Then now you can see it."

With a beautiful sword roar, the sword was unsheathed!

The cold light under the moon flashed and quietly disappeared.

The sword is unsheathed.

Guo Chongshan only felt a fierce wind rushing on his face, and suddenly dispersed.

"I'm not sure if the four of you will make it out alive." Wind Dance.

As soon as he finished speaking, a big tree beside him surrounded by a person made a "kera" sound-

The trunk tilted, fell.

The sound of noisy leaves rubbing against each other. With a loud "rumble", all sounds disappeared together.

The tree has fallen sideways.

Guo Chongshan's face remained the same, but his expression seemed to change suddenly at this moment.

Feng Xiaowu stood in the dust under the moon, and said lightly: "But my sword is sure." ”

Without warning, with a flick of his arm, he cut off an old tree that could only be picked up by an adult from the trunk.

Guo Chongshan's heart sank.

The power of this sword is comparable to the power of a city-breaking army on the battlefield. This power is exaggerated.

After seeing Feng Xiaowu twice, and after Bi Gongxuan suffered a loss, he felt that each time the other party showed something more terrifying than he knew before.

Is this all his strength?

If not, then what level is he?

Guo Chongshan watched the wind dance.

His sword was in its sheath, but his hand was still on the hilt.

He knew that the next time he came out of the sheath would be when the moon frost on the ground was dyed red.

The moonlight was gently overshadowed by the floating clouds drifting in the night sky. Guo Chongshan waved his hand, and the three people behind him disappeared immediately, along with the moonlight hidden by the clouds, and disappeared into the night, as if the three ghosts had disappeared from the world again and returned to the dark and terrible hell.

Guo Chongshan has turned around and taken steps.

The wind danced motionlessly.

"Just because I don't make a move this time doesn't mean I'm not sure I'm going to kill you. Someone like you, even if I had to pay for the lives of those three, I would kill you. ”

Guo Chongshan turned his head and looked at Feng Xiaowu with a smile: "I won't kill you this time, just because I know that there will be better opportunities in the future." I'll wait until then to kill you, and I hope you'll make it until then for me to kill you. ”

His smile was still as cold as a knife: "I'm sure I won't have to wait too long. ”

Guo Chongshan is gone.

Feng Xiaowu still didn't speak or move. After Guo Chongshan left, he was still standing, motionless.

The moonlight shone through the clouds and fell on him like a stream of water.

After making sure that Guo Chongshan was really gone, Feng Xiaowu suddenly leaned down and pressed his left arm hard, with a painful expression on his face.

He wasn't the one to say something provocative, but he did.

He's also not someone who likes to show off his swordsmanship. The unsheath of his sword never flew only blood, and only the dead. But he also did it.

Because he had to.

After he spread his body and dodged the fatal blow to the boulder, the wound on his left arm cracked open again.

Although he had already been drugged once at Song Zhuying's house, it was a wound that injured the shoulder bone after all.

He has never changed his face, but he just doesn't want to be seen by Guo Chongshan. In fact, he was not sure that he would leave alive from the hands of those four people, and that sword was only to shatter Guo Chongshan's confidence.

When he swung his sword, the wound on his left arm was reopened.

Although the sword is a right hand, if you want to condense the power of a sword to cut through the tree, you will inevitably pull the swing of your left arm. This sword could only be burst out by relying on the strength of the whole body.

The blood gushing from the wound stained his entire left arm. If it weren't for the fact that it was already late autumn and everyone's clothes were starting to thicken, Guo Chongshan would have seen his injuries a long time ago.

He couldn't have lived anymore then.

If Guo Chongshan still chooses to make a move after his sword, he doesn't even have the strength to make a move. If Bi Gongxuan reported the information about Feng Xiaowu's injury, Guo Chongshan would definitely not be confused.

He also calculated that it was impossible for Yi Bi Gongxuan's arrogance to mention his injuries in the report. After all, a person who was injured like this finally let him escape, and people like Bi Gongxuan would never allow others to know.

Shouldn't I be thankful to him for that?

He glanced at his left arm and suddenly smiled, a little bitterly.

He regretted that he shouldn't have shown that hand in front of Zhong Wuni. With one less shot, maybe the situation wouldn't be as bad as it is now.

…… As for the opportunity that Guo Chongshan said...... And what is it?

The wind dances without thinking. Holding on to the courtyard wall, he staggered out of the small courtyard.

He didn't have the strength to think about it anymore. Now he just wanted to hurry back and get back to her.

Wind Dance walks up the stairs.

He gripped his left arm hard, trying to numb the excruciating pain caused by the ruptured wound with the pain applied to his left arm.

The first room next to the stairs was their residence. Feng Xiaowu looked at the door, but smiled bitterly in his heart.

The muscles in his face no longer have the strength to retract, and even if he wants to laugh, he can only laugh in his heart.

He didn't like a room near the stairs, but now it created the convenience he needed so much.

Five more steps, and you will be in front of the door.

Now there are not only plasters to soothe his wounds, but also people to soothe his heart.

For this person, he wanted to see her more than any wound medicine now.

Was it a relief from a long lonely journey, and now that he could no longer bear such pain alone?

His hand was on the door. Push the door.

The door doesn't move.

Feng Xiaowu smiled as if he had woken up from his sleep.

She was left alone in the room, and of course she had to latch the door, how could I not think of such a simple thing?

Was it that the blood was flowing too much, draining the thoughts in his head?

Blood ran down his arm and dripped to the ground.

Feng Wu raised his hand and knocked on the door.

He felt like he was going to have to make a lot of effort to raise his hands. When he raised his hand, he felt a wave of dizziness welling up in his head.

He waited. He had been waiting for a while, but there was still no response from the door.

Feng Xiaowu's heart sank.

Could it be that something happened to her?

Anxiety and fear welled up in his heart, and he hurriedly knocked on the door: "Yan Yan, are you there, are you not there?" ”

No response.

Feng Xiaowu said: "It's me, you're ......"

"I'm here."

There was finally a response from the door: "I'm here." ”

But there was something strange about it, like something that came out of your throat.

Feng Xiaowu frowned: "What's wrong with you, what's wrong?" ”

The voice inside kept repeating: "I'm here, I've been ......"

After a long silence, his voice finally changed: "I also know it's you, and as soon as you speak, I know it's you." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Then you ......"

Sima Yan interrupted him again: "Just because I know it's you, I don't want to open the door." ”

"What did you promise me, what did you promise me?" Strings of tears flowed down her face: "Do you know how scared I am in this place alone after you leave?" ”

Sima Yan snorted: "You don't care about me at all, and you leave without saying a word." I finally waited for you to come back, but you still ran out like this. I just want you to accompany me, but what do you think I am, a doll that you take in the palm of your hand when you think of it, and throw it aside when you don't want it? ”

The wind dances in silence.

He didn't explain.

How important Sima Yan is in his mind, I'm afraid even she can't think of it......

But he still didn't say a word.

He only felt that the momentum that had sustained him back had faded from his body. Even the warmth of the blood flow in his left arm could no longer be felt, and his mind began to go numb.

Her voice grew farther and farther away. Far away, far, far away......

Sima Yan knelt on the door, tears already filling her cheeks: "This time too, I have made an appointment for a month, but you made me wait for an extra month in vain." Why are you always unwilling to keep the agreement between us, and always keep me waiting for you? I'm tired of waiting for you! You want me to open the door? I won't open it if I don't open it! You didn't put me at ease, so why did you come back? Just leave me alone and go! ”

There was no sound outside the door.

Sima Yan sat on the ground and sobbed incessantly.

The cry echoed for a long time, but there was still no sound outside the door.

She couldn't help but wonder.

Is he really gone?

I...... Isn't it too much?

Hmph, if he wasn't like this, how could I be like this to him? I'm not overdoing that at all. If he just left, then he didn't want to ...... again

She thought as she opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, she saw the wind dancing in a pool of blood.

If there really is someone in the world who would step on the air while walking normally, and come back to her senses to find that she has fallen into a world that she has never dreamed of, only bones and ashes, then this mood is enough to explain her fear and despair at this time.

Sima Yan rushed over and shook the wind and danced desperately: "Xiao Wu, don't scare me!" ”

Wind Dance with her eyes closed.

He was bleeding so much that his spirit could no longer hold up.

Sima Yan understood that she had really gone too far this time. The tears in the corners of her eyes were about to fall again, but strangely they didn't come out.

She gritted her teeth and dragged Feng Xiaowu back to the bed, tied his wounds, and rummaged through his belongings.

She seemed to be strengthened all at once. She felt like she had become so calm for the first time in her life, facing the situation that had left her at a loss.

Because she knew that if she was not strong at this moment, then he might really be gone forever in bed.

She pursed her lips and contracted her eyelids and sockets, trying not to let the tears flow.

His wound medicine must have been kept in the inn, otherwise he wouldn't have rushed back in a hurry without even treating his wounds. She had found five bottles among his belongings. When she was about to open it and pour out the medicine inside and apply it to his wound, the movement suddenly stopped.

Which of the five vials is useful?

She didn't know, didn't know at all!

She didn't dare to give him medicine just like that. Like them, even if some medicines are wound medicines, they can't be used casually. If there is a slight mistake, it will also cause death.

What's more, she didn't know which bottle of medicine in this was a callus and which bottle was an unusable medicine. But at this moment, except for herself, there is no one here who can teach her what to do, how to use these five bottles of medicine!

What am I going to do...... What should I do now?

Shall I just watch him and let his blood flow until he dies?

Sima Yan grabbed a medicine bottle next to the bed, and her hand began to tremble slightly.

If I hadn't lost my temper with him just now, if I had opened the door for him as soon as he came back, wouldn't it have been like this?

I...... I just want to vent my emotions to him, I'll open the door for him soon, but why...... Why is this happening......

The tears she held back were about to fall again. She thought she could save the wind dance in front of her, but she found that she couldn't do anything at all.

Why am I still so useless, what else would I do but rely on him......

She fell to her knees, her voice sobbing. The room in front of me was dimly lit, and it was already starting to get dark.

When the tears she choked were about to fall from the corners of her eyes, there was light in her eyes again.

She thought of someone.

Sima Yan ran in the alley.

Running through the streets.

Running in the dark.

Song catches the shadow. Song Zhuying must still be in the city.

As long as you find him, all problems can be solved.

But where will we find him, this cunning, quick, and wise snitch?

Dark. There is only darkness.

She has been running for a long time, constantly shuttling through the narrow alleys, but she has never seen the shadow of Song Zhuying.

With a "plop", she fell and fell to the ground.

As soon as she fell to the ground, tears welled up in her eyes.

She felt that all she had brought to others was misfortune and misfortune. She never gave a glimmer of hope to those who loved her.

She even wanted to sink like this, into the infinite darkness, and then let the night swallow her.

However...... What about him? I'm just going to let him sink into the darkness together?

She clenched her fists, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and stood up against the wall.

I can't let him die like this anyway...... No matter how useless I am, at least I must save him, I must ......

Again, she staggered in the dark night where she couldn't see anything.

In the distance, even the stars are gone. When the lights are extinguished, where can we find a trace of light and shadow in the gloomy darkness?

She staggered, ready to turn the alley. Suddenly, an old voice came from behind him: "Girl, it's so late, why are you still walking outside alone?" ”

Sima Yan turned around and saw a mediocre-looking old man with a wonton burden on his shoulder, obviously just putting away his stall and preparing to go home.

But as if she had received the enlightenment of the god who extradited all beings, she immediately asked, "Grandpa, will you save people?" ”

How could this ordinary old man who sells wontons save people?

I'm afraid that no matter who she sees now, as long as she sees someone, the first thing she asks is this sentence. Unexpectedly, the old man actually smiled: "Sometimes I can even save ghosts, let alone save people?" Such trifles are certainly not a problem. ”

Sima Yan's face was happy: "That's great, come with me." ”

She pulled up the old man's sleeve and walked back. But the old man opened his mouth and asked her, "What is the condition of this person you want me to save?" ”

Sima Yan's eyes glistened with tears again: "I don't know." But if you stay a little longer, maybe he'll die. So ......"

The old man didn't say a word, dropped the burden on his shoulders, picked up Sima Yan, and flew forward. Three ups and downs, and they have jumped out of seven or eight feet.

Sima Yan hurriedly said: "Grandpa, wait a minute, I'll ......"

The old man didn't look at her: "I know where you're from, don't worry." ”

Sima Yan was secretly surprised. Before she could recover from her senses, she found herself back at the inn.

The old man really knew where she came from.

The old man jumped up, stepped lightly on the trunk of the tree in the courtyard, and flew into the window with Sima Yan in his arms.

Lying on the bed is the wind dance.

The old man even knew which room they were in.

Sima Yan didn't have the heart to think so much anymore. Seeing Feng Xiaowu lying on the bed, he immediately said: "It's him, grandpa, you must save him, you must not let him ...... like this"

Before Sima Yan could finish speaking, the old man had already grabbed the five medicine bottles on the table, pulled out one of them, squeezed open Feng Xiaowu's mouth with his hand, and poured the medicine into Feng Xiaowu's mouth. He took out a small ebony bottle from his arms, uncovered the bandage of the wound of the Wind Dance, poured it on the wound, and helped him wrap it again.

When the old man had done this, he sat down, his eyes fixed on the expression on Feng Xiaowu's face, his eyes full of worry.

Sima Yan pinched her fingers vigorously and said, "He...... Can it get better? ”

The bed was bright red and stained.

The old man was silent for a moment and said, "How did he become like this?" ”

Sima Yan covered her mouth, and tears poured out of her eyes again: "It's all my fault, it's all my ......"

The old man let out a long sigh and remained silent.

Sima Yan still couldn't help but ask again: "Can he get better?" ”

The old man said, "I don't know. I've done everything I need to do, and the next thing I can do is to look at creation. ”

Sima Yan said hurriedly: "But didn't you just say that you can save people?" Why don't you know now? ”

The old man did not answer.

Sima Yan wanted to ask again, but swallowed it again when it was in her mouth.

I caused it myself, so who am I to question people now?

Feng Xiaowu still collapsed on the bed in a daze. Seeing Feng Xiaowu like this, she felt a tingling pain in her heart, so painful that she couldn't even shed tears. She only felt despair once again attack her mind and heart.

As long as he let him live, she is willing to do whatever she wants.

But she couldn't do anything about it.

The old man said: "Fortunately, you didn't give him a blind use of these bottles of medicine." Although these bottles of medicine are not poisons, their medicinal properties are like a chasm, and their uses are very different. As long as you use the wrong bottle, you really can't even save the immortals. ”

Sima Yan didn't speak, but her eyes dimmed even more.

Suddenly, she remembered something very strange: "Grandpa, did you know him before?" ”

The old man shook his head.

Sima Yan said: "But you didn't even look closely to know which bottle of medicine to use, and you also know that we live here." ”

The old man did not speak. Sima Yan continued: "You must be his friend, otherwise you wouldn't know that he was here, and you wouldn't know how to use these bottles of medicine, right?" ”

The old man still didn't speak, but finally sighed.

Sima Yan's eyes lit up: "You are Song Zhuying, aren't you?" ”

The old man smiled: "Yes, I'm Song Zhuying." ”

He had to admit that although this girl didn't know much about Jianghu affairs, she was really smart.

Sima Yan smiled: "Why are you pretending to be an old man again, and you like to be an old man so much?" ”

Song Zhuying showed his characteristic smirk again: "Because the old man is easier to rub oil." ”

Sima Yan's face turned red again, don't overdo it. In the moonlight, her face was even redder.

When Song Zhuying picked her up just now, although she was a little resistant in her heart, she was not guarded.

Women are never too wary of old men and children.

Sima Yan said quietly: "It turns out that you are not a good person. ”

Song Zhuying heard it and laughed: "When have you ever seen a good person do something like stealing chickens and dogs?" ”

On the bed, Feng Xiaowu suddenly trembled all over, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead. Song Zhuying's laughter immediately paused, picked up another bottle of medicine and poured out five pills, and stuffed warm water into Feng Xiaowu's mouth.

Seeing Feng Xiaowu's expression gradually stabilize, Song Zhuying breathed a sigh of relief: "After this level, he will be fine." ”

Sima Yan said happily: "Isn't it okay?" ”

"Yes." Song Zhuying smiled slightly: "Tomorrow you will be able to see a lively and lively wind dance." ”

Invasion of the morning.

Sima Yan watched the morning light outside dimly peek out from the distance and through the window.

She slept all night, from night till dawn.

She couldn't sleep peacefully. Fortunately, the situation has been stable and there have been no accidents.

Song Zhuying slept early, and he knew that Sima Yan would definitely stay by Feng Xiaowu's side. He forgot to take off the disguise on his face when he fell asleep.

The sun shines through the haze and gradually brightens. Sima Yan looked at the first ray of light in the day, and her eyes felt a little tired.

She blinked, forcing herself not to fall asleep. She looked back and saw that Feng Xiaowu had opened her eyes and looked at her.

Her tiredness immediately flew out of the clouds: "Great, you finally woke up." ”

Feng Xiaowu smiled: "If you sleep enough, you will naturally wake up." ”

The smile on Sima Yan's face was still there, but she was silent, and said gloomily: "I'm afraid that you won't wake up again." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Am I awake now?" ”

Sima Yan raised her head and saw Feng Xiaowu's gaze, and her eyes showed the same warmth as him.

She hugged Feng Xiaowu and buried her head in his arms: "I will never lose my temper with you again, never again." ”

Feng Xiaowu didn't speak, just gently stroked her long hair that fell on her body.

He turned his head and found that Song Zhuying had woken up and was looking at him.

He recognized this as Song Zhuying at a glance: "Do you like to be an old man so much?" ”

Song Zhuying laughed: "Are you a natural pair?" Even the words asked were exactly the same. ”

Sima Yan pursed her mouth, but she still couldn't suppress the encouragement of the smile. She danced to the wind and said, "How are you feeling now?" ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "You don't have to worry, with these bottles of medicine, I will be able to get better soon." ”

Feng Xiaowu's gaze turned to Song Zhuying: "What did you do last night?" ”

"I was addicted to my hands last night and stole a few households." Song Zhuying took off the disguise on his face and said with a smile: "You should always know that I have always had this problem. ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "What's wrong with your arm?" ”

Song Zhuying was silent. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, I still can't hide it from you." ”

"Last night, I went to the Firmament Gang to take a second look." Song Zhuying continued.

Feng Xiaowu said: "Is it Situ Chaofeng's task?" ”

Song Zhuying nodded.

Feng Xiaowu said: "What's the catch? ”

Song Zhaoying uncovered the gauze wrapped in his right sleeve: "This is the harvest." ”

His right arm was covered in scratches from shoulder to elbow, bright red and terrible. The scars swept through his arm in a regular and flat manner, but the uniformity of the wound made the bloody mouth look even more terrifying.

Sima Yan didn't look over, she couldn't bear to take another look. Feng Xiaowu's pupils have contracted: "You also met Guo Chongshan?" ”

Song Zhuying was taken aback: "Also? Could it be that you ran into him too? ”

Wind Dance nodded. Song Zhuying was stunned for a long time, then smiled again, laughing more bitterly than Fang Cai: "It seems that this person is bound to become our rival." ”

Feng Xiaowu let out a long breath: "I didn't expect that even you couldn't avoid his sixty-seven-pound mace." ”

Song Zhuying looked at the flesh of his wound that was torn and turned outward, wrapped himself in gauze, and sighed: "Except for him, no one can hurt me with this long blade." ”

Feng Xiaowu smiled bitterly: "This is his favorite blade." ”

Song Zhuying sighed: "If he fights alone, he may not be able to hurt me, but he ......"

Song Zhuying was silent for a long time, then sighed again, and then said: "I only know now that even if we have the internal chart of the Firmament Gang's main altar, if we break in directly like this without a plan, it will also be sent to death." ”

Feng Xiaowu's face has also become serious: "Is there any other line and method?" ”

Song Zhuying said: "The main altar of the Firmament Gang is very large, and I only sneaked in from the southeast corner this time, and other places have not yet had time to explore." ”

Feng Xiaowu was silent for a moment, and said, "I hope that other places can at least let you get out of the way." If you get hurt if you go in, then we don't even have any hope of getting in. ”

Sima Yan said: "Is Daddy in it?" ”

"Judging from the current situation, this is the most likely conclusion. ”

Song Zhuying said: "But he may not be Mo Zang, after all, Zizhu Sima's name is no longer under the four major factions." It's just that...... The Firmament Gang has always done things neatly, if Sima Xiang refuses to give in and does not follow Mo Zang's words...... I'm afraid it won't end well. ”

Sima Yan's eyes were blank and she didn't speak.

Song Zhuying smiled, but the smile was a little strange: "If a person can create a gang, he will be able to compete with the beggar gang within ten years, no matter who this person is, he must be a very terrible person." ”

Sima Yan looked at the wind and danced.

She was worried about what happened to her father, and at the same time, she was afraid of him......

But she knew he would go, because her daddy was there.

He had done so much for her, and she could do so little for him.

Feng Xiaowu saw the worry in Sima Yan's eyes, and smiled: "Regardless of whether the owner of Sima Zhuang was coerced by them or not, I will still participate in the Yihongzhuang operation this time." I've been idle for a long time, and I've been looking for something to do. ”

Sima Yan didn't reply to him, but just answered softly.

Whether this is the case or not, she still can't feel guilty and blame herself.

Song Zhuying remained silent, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, he said, "What do you think of Yang Qinghong?" ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "The first time I saw him, I don't know. ”

Song Zhuying smiled: "You should be clear." ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "Why? ”

Song Zhuying changed the subject: "What do you think of his swordsmanship?" ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "It is higher than Yi Fengyang, and maybe higher than Yun Song, the head of Wudang." ”

Song Zhuying said: "Not maybe. Six months ago, Yang Qinghong and Yun Song competed in a sword competition outside the Zixiao Palace, although Yun Song did not use his usual Wudang master sword 'Zhenyuan' at that time, but it is an indisputable fact that Yang Qinghong defeated Yun Song by half a move. ”

Song Zhuying was silent for a moment, and then continued: "There are two Wudang swords. A 'true yuan', a sword for the head of Wudang. A 'Changxu', a sword for the late Wudang famous Guanchen Daoist. Watching the dust Daoist people gradually, he did not hand over this sword to Yun Song, but gave it to his fifth junior brother Yun Ya, and tacitly determined that he was the greatest master of Wudang sword science. Venerable Master Xuanqing, a close friend of the Guanchen Daoists, and Yun Song himself also agreed with this move. However, Yunya is casual and indifferent by nature, does not like to compete for fame, travels all year round, and has been immortal thirteen years ago, so Yang Qinghong failed to compete with him this time. ”

Feng Xiaowu said: "However, Wudang has returned to the sect of Xuanmen martial arts in the past dynasties, and the head Yunsong may not be as good as his junior brother Yunya, and his swordsmanship is still immeasurable. ”

Song Zhuying said: "How are these two compared to you?" ”

The wind dances in silence.

He never wanted to judge his sword.

Song Zhuying looked into the enlightened distance: "You should know what kind of person Yang Qinghong is, because among all of them, he may be the only person you can trust and deserve to trust." ”

Feng Xiaowu was about to ask, but felt something on his shoulder. Turning his head, Sima Yan had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

She hadn't slept all night, after all.

Feng Xiaowu looked at Song Zhuying again: "Compared to Situ Chaofeng, I should also trust him more?" ”

Song Zhuying smiled: "I didn't say that. I'm just saying that Yang Qinghong is a person you can trust, you might as well observe it yourself. ”

The wind dances in silence.

He knew that although Song Zhuying liked to joke, he would never joke about this kind of thing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.