If a person is a mayfly, he will be a sentient being.

Three thousand worlds, a drop in the ocean.

Ask what is a hero in the world and what is a crown prince?

In the end, it was just a barren mound, a few lonely graves, and weeds and flowers were buried.

Liu Wanfeng stood on the high cliff, looking at the leisurely floating clouds on the side and the rolling green mountains in the distance, all silent.

The cold wind blew the hem of his light clothes, and also blew his tousled hair, revealing the shaved face with a tousled beard and a haggard look.

If Xiao and Qi Zehui saw him like this, they would definitely clapped their hands and laughed:

"Isn't this the drunkard who drinks and gets mixed with water and doesn't say a word?"

Yes, Liu Wanfeng returned to his sloppy and sloppy appearance, his eyes were hollow, and he could no longer see hope and distance.

Looking back on his more than 30 years of time, half of it fell on the glorious Kunlun Mountain, and the other half fell on the journey of chasing a broken love.

He's been on the move, and he's never stopped.

In the end, the two things I cherish most in my life have never been left behind.

It's like a fucking dream......

Liu Wanfeng shook his head and couldn't help laughing at himself.

He looked at the abyss at his feet, where there was endless darkness, as if it only led to the deep underworld, and tried his best to look, but there was still no end in sight.

Is he going to take a leap and end this life?

This sentence is only half true.

Or maybe it's all right......

Liu Wanfeng took out a scroll from his waist, purple and black patterns, and a wide open eye was painted in the middle - this is the symbol of the Vientiane Pavilion, purple, representing dignity, black, representing profundity, eyes, also implying this mysterious organization, some insight into everything.

On the scroll, there is a sentence written like this:

In the north of Taihang Mountain, the ghost is worried.

Ghost sorrow is a cliff.

It is the cliff at the foot of Liu Wanfeng.

Although there are only eight words, it is enough for Liu Wanfeng.

This is the last treasure he mortgaged on his body-the jade plate of the Kunlun disciple, in exchange for important information-

Information on the Red-Faced Boss.

Recalling what I heard in the teahouse not long ago, Mr. Shu talked about how heroic Xiao Shaoxia was in the Shaolin Temple of Nasong Mountain, the scene of the blade centipede essence and the red-faced demon of the intelligent enemy, Liu Wanfeng couldn't help but laugh for a while.

Not a laugh of mockery, but a laugh of relief.

I really didn't expect that this stunned fool has grown to such a state......

But when Mr. Shu described vividly how the red-faced old devil who was injured and went away put down his cruel words in front of everyone and wanted Xiao to die, Liu Wanfeng immediately crushed the teacup in his hand.

Having lost the direction of his life, he immediately knew what he should do.

He wants to solve this big trouble for his friend, who is also a teacher and friend!

This is a very crazy idea, because Liu Wanfeng clearly understands what kind of gap he has between himself and the red-faced old demon.

But he had nowhere to go, nothing to do.

Could it be that he should go to the border of the Western Regions and participate in the defense of the homeland with his shawl and armor?

Don't be funny......

For ordinary people like Liu Wanfeng, they are donkeys who are put on a stone mill, and for politics and official eunuchs, they can only be squeezed for eternity.

As for who pushes the stone mill, it makes no difference at all to the donkey.

The former Jin Daxia, the great man of chivalry, for the country and the people.

It's a pity that Liu Wanfeng is not a hero.

He's just a wretched creature who can't even chase back the woman he loves.

"Come on, then. Liu Wanfeng took a deep breath, clenched his sword, carried a light skill, and immediately jumped towards a dead tree hanging on the cliff wall below......

......

In the north of Taihang Mountain, under the ghost cliff, in an unknown gray cave.

The red-faced old demon was sitting cross-legged in a thick and rancid mist, his face like dead tree bark, his eyes tightly closed.

With each deep breath, a blood-red mist erupted from his mouth and slowly flowed into his body from his nose.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, how is your recovery?"

A chubby figure walked into the cave and looked at the red-faced old devil meditating cross-legged, and couldn't help but squeeze out a kind smile on his face.

"It's Senior Brother...... the red-faced old demon sucked into the blood mist and slowly opened his eyes: "Senior brother, I'm fine, hehehe, it's really troublesome Senior Brother to take care of you." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the point of worrying about such a thing!" The smiling golden Buddha patted his round belly innocently, "I see that my junior brother's "Blood Mist Dafa" has been practiced to the third level, and it must not be long before I can go to that son for revenge!"

"How is the practice, don't worry about it, senior brother, but take revenge...... I don't think I'm in a hurry. The red-faced old demon stood up and said slowly.

"Oh, what," the smiling golden Buddha smiled hesitantly, "Could it be that you have been merciful and decided to let go of that stinky man and not want our poison pill?"

"Let him go, hehe, how can you let him go!" the red-faced old demon said coldly, "It's just that that son probably used the power of the poison pill to cultivate some kind of evil kung fu, and the true qi in his body is majestic and vast, which is far beyond that of ordinary ghosts......"

"What's the matter?, does Senior Brother mean that he is very strong?" The Smiling Golden Buddha couldn't help but ask, "I thought that Senior Brother suffered a loss last time, just because he made a trick......

"Hehe, if it's just as simple as hiding a needle in his palm, the old man's Cold Fire God Palm can even break the gold and iron, how can it be that even the body protection qi will be broken after just one hit......?"

"Senior brother, don't laugh, it's just a fledgling son, how much ability can you have?" said with a smile, very disappreciative of Xiao's strength.

"Hehe......" Seeing the former's expression, the red-faced old demon just smiled coldly and did not respond. After a long time, he raised his head and said with a solemn gaze:

"In any case, just one Blood Mist Dafa can't reassure me, I've already decided, it's time to shock the secret method left by Master and his old man......"

"Master, the secret method?" the smiling golden Buddha smiled awkwardly, "Senior brother, should you be, 'that'?"

"It's exactly 'that'......" the red-faced old devil nodded and replied.

"Don't forget, Master, how did the old man die back then!" said the smiling golden Buddha in a low voice, a little afraid.

"Master can't succeed, it doesn't mean that I can't be bare-faced!" said the red-faced old devil with a very resolute attitude, "When I practice, even if it is a hero......

"I don't think I have to wait until the next hero comes......" a lazy voice suddenly came from outside the cave, "just for now." ”

"Who?" the two of them were shocked and said in unison.

In the next second, Er Rao's figure had already appeared outside the cave, staring at the sloppy and haggard strange man in front of him: "Who are you?

"Oh, are they two people...... Liu Wanfeng pinched his chin and smiled bitterly: "This is a bit difficult to do......

"The old man seems to recognize you...... "The red-faced old devil narrowed his eyes, "Many years ago, on Kunlun Mountain, that descendant surnamed Liu, isn't it?"

"Yo, old devil, it's really an honor to be remembered by you......" Liu Wanfeng smiled, "I thought you only remembered the master, and didn't take our sword foil to heart......

"The sword you stabbed hurt so much at the beginning...... "The red-faced old devil smiled gloomily, "What? Old man remembers that you were not abandoned by the sect, what are you doing here?"

"It's a bit ...... The smiling golden Buddha and the red-faced old devil, tsk, I guess I can't get out of here......" Liu Wanfeng scratched his weed-like hair, then turned sideways and slowly pulled out his sword:

"What's the matter, are you going to go together, or are you coming one by one?"

"I don't know how thick the ground is!"

The red-faced old devil sneered and said.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a courageous offspring...... smiling golden Buddha monster laughed, "Then let the old man meet you for a while-"

He screamed, and between the lightning and flint, he took out two gloomy pipa hooks and attacked Liu Wanfeng three times

Liu Wanfeng was parrying one by one, but his eyes were still on the red-faced old demon.

In the next second, he swept away the double hook with a "dragon swing tail", and his body was already flying out, and he stabbed a sword upside down against the head of the red-faced old devil in the air!

"It's really a ...... to find death"

The red-faced old demon snorted coldly, his hands suddenly crossed, and his long nails cut a string of sparks on the blade, but it also dissolved the sword momentum to nothing.

"Whew!" Liu Wanfeng landed steadily on the ground, dodged a few darts between swinging his head left and right, and stepped forward again without hesitation, and attacked the red-faced old demon again with a "blue sea tide".

"Didn't you take the old man in your eyes!" The smiling golden Buddha laughed, waved a double hook, and greeted him not to be left behind.

In the face of the life-threatening attack of the two masters, Liu Wanfeng hooked the corners of his mouth high, like a moth to a fire, clenched his long sword, and rushed forward without hesitation......

If a person is a mayfly, he will be like a sentient being......

Three thousand worlds, a drop in the ocean......

Left arm, impaled by a lute hook.

The right leg was broken by the bloody kick.

Liu Wanfeng, who was covered in blood, trembled and fell to his knees, barely able to stabilize his body only by supporting it with his sword.

The red-faced two were also shocked by his desperate appearance, so they asked, "Don't die, what are you doing this for?"

In order to...... What the?

Liu Wanfeng smiled disdainfully.

People like you...... Never get it.

There was too much blood, and the hilt of the sword slipped from his hand.

With the last of his left leg, he roared, rushed at the old devil, and did not dodge or dodge the latter's attack—

Hole, one finger!

Banzha Zhen Wulin