In the dark woods, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the old man who was full of blood on the opposite side and asked slowly: "Do you still remember Zhang Langzhong, who died in your hands in the year of the border war?"

Blood Tu, whose whole body was filled with blood, was slightly startled, his face did not change, and he replied in a low voice: "What Zhang Langzhong, Li Langzhong?"

The young man in Tsing Yi stroked the small white sword in his hand, and said with murderous aura in his eyes: "Have you forgotten? ”

"Zhang Langzhong is a well-known figure in the town, when he was young, he was wandering outside, he wanted to return to his hometown, but he stumbled outside for many years, but the sky did not fulfill people's wishes, and more than ten years have passed, and his pockets are still cleaner than his face.

At this time, it coincided with the border war, and the enthusiastic Zhang Langzhong joined the army. The war is cruel, and people are constantly dying, but there are also brothers at the border. One of the elderly military doctors was very young at Zhang Langzhong and handed over what he had learned all his life to Zhang Langzhong. It was with this ability that Zhang Langzhong survived. Originally, Zhang Langzhong planned to live on this, although he dealt with the wounded and corpses covered in blood every day, he could also eat meat in large pieces and drink wine in large bowls, and his life was not lonely.

It's just that Lao Langzhong, who taught Zhang Lang Chinese medicine skills, unfortunately died, and when he died, he entrusted Zhang Langzhong to take care of his daughter at home. Zhang Langzhong resigned from the barracks, returned to Langzhong's hometown, married and had children with Langzhong's daughter, and was also happy.

Suddenly, one day, an old man covered in blood fell in front of Zhang Langzhong's house, looking at the injured old man in front of him, Zhang Langzhong couldn't help but think of his life in the army licking blood from the knife, and he felt pity. Zhang Langzhong's wife helped the injured old man to the bed.

Zhang Langzhong treated the injured old man, and gradually the injured old man slowly woke up and could walk on the ground, but he had few words, and Zhang Langzhong didn't care about it.

One day, Zhang Langzhong went up the mountain to collect medicine, and only returned home at night, but when he came back, he saw a miserable image of hell on earth. The son died tragically at the door, the bloody knife on his back stood upright, and the frightened expression on his face showed that his son had lost his mind before he died. Zhang Langzhong hurriedly ran to the house, and Zhang Langzhong, who had long forgotten how he had crawled over, saw his wife lying naked in a pool of blood, just holding a little of the injured old man's clothes tightly in his hand.

Zhang Langzhong suddenly fainted, he was in a coma for three days, and when he woke up, he only felt that the world was spinning, and his body had no strength, and he struggled to bury his wife and children. With the help of the army's ability to find people, Zhang Langzhong looked for the injured old man and saw the injured old man in a restaurant not far away.

At this time, the injured old man was holding in his hand, and it was Zhang Langzhong's mother-in-law who stayed up all night to sew animal skin money bags for him, Zhang Langzhong pressed the anger in his heart, picked up the firewood knife and cut it towards the old man, the old man blocked the firewood knife casually, and with a slight wave, it was Zhang Langzhong's life. At the last moment, he remembered that the old man was wearing a purple robe and sucked all the blood and qi in his body. ”

After speaking, the young man in Tsing Yi looked at the blood slaughter coldly, "Do you remember it now?"

The blood slaughter on the opposite side suddenly became murderous, and a blood-colored giant palm slapped towards the young man.

Seeing this, the young man murmured: "It seems that it is right, blood debt must be tasted in blood." ”

The young man bowed down and punched, a punch was vigorous and powerful, hitting the huge palm print that flew in, the blood-colored palm print dissipated in an instant, but the fist mark continued to move forward.

Blood Slaughter slapped several palms in succession before scattering the flying fist prints.

The young man shook his head slightly, punched continuously, and the shadow of the fist flew towards the blood slaughter.

The blood slaughter who was in it frowned slightly, but out of thin air, a purple bloody coat enveloped his body, and the monstrous blood qi was like a giant wave in the sea, constantly slapping the fist shadow in the sky, and the fist shadow in the huge wave gradually disappeared without a trace.

"Blood robe?" the boy muttered as he looked at the purple blood-clothed Blood Slaughter in front of him.

"Although I don't know who you are, since I know the blood robe, I should know that this blood robe is a magic weapon that can't break half a point, so I really don't have to waste my strength. Blood Slaughter looked at the young man in front of him and said lightly.

The young man in Tsing Yi looked at the blood slaughter in the blood robe and smiled slightly, noncommittal. Suddenly, the young man frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Qingyun.

Qingyun looked around vigilantly, and suddenly a green figure appeared behind him, and a black folding fan instantly slapped towards the top of Qingyun's head.

At the critical moment, Qingyun actually closed his eyes and silently recited a sword drawing style in his heart. A black simple knife instantly appeared in Qingyun's hand, bowing, walking, drawing the knife, and teasing, all in one go, as if the old swordsman who made the knife did not have half a point of condensation, half a point of dragging mud and water.

With a bang, the folding fan flew out with the figure upside down, looking at the young man in front of him in shock.

Qingyun spurted out a mouthful of blood, his spirit instantly withered, and black flames instantly rose from the acupoints of his body. Pu Dao fell to the ground, and Qingyun knelt on the ground and breathed heavily, calming the pain all over his body.

The green-robed young man in the distance slowly got up and looked at the folding fan in his hand, an extremely deep gap. When you know that this folding fan is a thousand-year-old black iron, forged by soul fire, it is not only extremely strong, but also can seriously injure the soul. Now there is a huge gap in the folding fan, and I am afraid that it needs to be refined.

The green-robed young man looked at the kneeling young man in the distance grimly, swept the black simple knife in the young man's hand, and showed a greedy look on his face. With an arrow step, the green robe rushed towards the boy. Just jumped up, the green-robed young man forcibly turned around and rolled to the ground, and touched his neck with his right hand, which turned out to be a faint blood mark.

"I advise you not to move, just these few people can't save your life. The young man in green clothes stood behind the young man in green robe for some time and said coldly.

The green robe only felt that his body stiffened, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and at the same time, he felt that the young man in green clothes behind him exuded an almost substantive murderous aura.

The blood slaughter in the distance was slightly startled, and when he saw that the green-robed young man was in danger, he sacrificed a bloody short sword and stabbed at the young man in green clothes.

The young man sighed slightly, turned around to dodge, and at the same time used the snow-white scabbard in his hand to gently slap the flying blood sword, but every time he slapped it, he felt that the blood in his whole body boiled violently, as if it was about to break out.

"Blood Sword Bloodthirsty?" the young man in Tsing Yi struck the Blood Sword again, raised his eyes slightly to look at Blood Tu and asked.

Blood Slaughter sneered, "Not bad. ”

Just as the two were fighting, the green-robed young man looked at Qingyun again, and at the same time, an extra jade pendant appeared in his hand, which was gently crushed, and it was attacked at Qingyun again.

The young man in green clothes frowned slightly, and he didn't see how to act, but his figure appeared behind the green-robed boy again, slashing at the green-robed boy with a sword scabbard.

The green-robed young man looked at the snow-white jade sword that was split, and he couldn't dodge. The green-robed young man stopped, but there was a thick sarcasm in his eyes.

A small green sword appeared out of thin air to block the snow-white jade sword, and at the same time, a Confucian appeared, with a white robe, cyan shoes, a white face on a slender body, a straight countenance, and a slight smile.

"You can't kill him, I have something to discuss with him. The white-robed man looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of him and said lightly.

"Jade Xiao?Sword Casting Villa?" asked the young man in Tsing Yi as he looked at the small green sword in the hand of a man dressed in white.

"Well, you know?" asked the white-robed man while looking at the snow-white jade sword in the young man's hand.

"Acquaintance? The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to have heard a big joke, his body kept trembling, but his face was laughing wildly.

"You wait a minute, it won't take much time. The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to say to the man in the white robe, and he seemed to say to the jade Xiao in the hand of the man in the white robe.

The white-robed man only felt that the emerald green sword in his hand had moved, and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi with slight surprise.

It's just that the figure of the young man in Tsing Yi seemed to be swept out with a heavy stroke, and instantly appeared behind the blood slaughter. The young man in Tsing Yi slowly put the jade sword in his hand back into the snow-white scabbard, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he said lightly: "My sword is very fast, very fast, very fast." ”

Blood Tu only felt a slight chill on his neck, reached out and touched it, but it was bleeding slowly, and when he was about to cover it with his hands, his body slowly fell backwards. Looking at the body that fell backwards, the blood slaughter fang felt the pain, and then he was confused again, lost his breath in an instant, and still had a shocked look on his face.

The young man in Tsing Yi turned around indifferently, stepped over the body of the blood slaughter, looked at the full moon in the sky and muttered: "Zhang Langzhong, your life-saving grace has been returned to you, and you will not owe it from now on." ”

On the battlefield in the past, a child held a snow-white jade sword in his hand, his body was full of scars, and he was surrounded by the corpses of the enemy country, dying, looking at Zhang Langzhong, and fainted instantly.

When I woke up again, it was all already full of bandages, on the back of the thin Lang Zhong. At this time, it was raining coldly, and Zhang Langzhong's body was trembling, but he did not leave the child, and fed the begging hot soup to the child's mouth.

Five years later, when the child came to the town, the town was already in ruins, and he only saw Zhang Langzhong's grave not far away. The grass is overgrown, and no one cares about it, like an ordinary small mound, but there is an extra stone stele. The child pulled out the weeds with his hands, tears welled up in his eyes, and his young hands kept digging the dirt, constantly filling the small mounds. Soon the mound became what it should be, but the child's face was full of tears, and his hands were already covered with blood.

Ten years passed, and the boy looked up at the moon and muttered, while looking down at the blood slaughter under him, and smiled happily, but two lines of tears remained in his eyes.

The green-clothed young man and the white-robed man on the side looked at the fallen Blood Tu and were slightly moved. The white-robed man's eyes fell on the white jade sword again, and he said to himself: "Leng Feng, cold as the ice of the abyss, penetrating to the bones; ”

"People from Shushan?" the white-robed man looked at the young man in Tsing Yi and asked slowly.

The young man in Tsing Yi turned around slightly, still with two lines of tears on his face, but he hooked his index finger happily, as if he had met something happy.

The white-robed man felt the emerald jade in his hand vibrate violently, sighed slightly, and a fiery red aura entered the emerald jade sword. The emerald jade sword returned to calm, and the white-robed man also looked at the young man in green clothes happily, but the killing intent on his body was overflowing, and the green-robed young man on the side seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, cold all over his body, cold to the bone marrow.

Among the four beautiful green mountains, a white-bearded old man and a man in blue cloth clothes bowed slightly to the calm lake.

The calm surface of the lake gradually boiled, the mist rose, and the boiling water seemed to boil. It is like a fairyland in the sky, shrouded in clouds and mist.

The mist rose slowly, condensing a beautiful figure, like a dashing scholar in a white shirt. The white figure turned slightly, and he couldn't see any face, but a pair of vicissitudes of life eyes were particularly eye-catching.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old man bowed, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"That's it, there's no need for these false courtesies, just get up. The white figure said slowly.

"Sect Master Xie. The white-bearded old man replied.

"Yin Feng, your cultivation has improved a lot, and among the four people, I am afraid that you are still stable over the other three. The white figure looked at the man in blue and said.

The man in blue reached out and took out a blue stone box from his arms, and handed it to the white figure slightly.

In the blue stone box lay a handsome golden-robed man, whose figure was ninety percent similar to the white figure in front of him.

With a wave of the white figure's hand, the stone box disappeared without a trace, and he looked at the man in blue and said: "It's difficult for you to protect it for so many years, just a skin, it's still the most suitable for the original." I want you to help me find a merchant with copper coins and bring him here, and I will say that I will talk to him about a great deal. ”

The man in blue nodded slightly, and at the same time asked, "When will the sect master leave the customs?"

"Soon, it won't be long before the world will change, the Confucian scholar of the year, the old gentleman now, I don't know how to choose. The white figure waved his hand at the two blue-robed men and said with emotion.

The man in blue and the white-bearded old man bowed and left.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower ones are the rivers, and the upper ones are the stars. Righteousness lasts forever, where there is any change, why choose. The old man in the private school shook his head and sighed.

The white-clothed figure on the lake smiled slightly when he heard this, and his golden robe was instantly added, and he looked up at the sun in the sky, and the figure gradually disappeared.