Tears left scars.

Tree remnant roots.

"Master and second junior brother, when did they come to the Western Regions. ”

The words of the North Pavilion echoed in his ears, and the ghost did not speak, but just knelt on the ground with his legs, and the sound of popping fell into the ears of the North Pavilion.

"Ghost, what do you mean by this? You have been by my side since I was a child, and you have practiced martial arts with your master, and everyone in this world can kneel to me, but you can't kneel to me. ”

The North Pavilion suddenly turned around, and when he saw the ghost shadow acting like this, his face was displeased, and he raised his hands to bend down to help, but the two lines of tears on the ghost's face blocked the movement in the North Pavilion's hands.

His hands stiffened in the air, the ghost shadow was hard by nature, and he only obeyed the words of the North Pavilion and their master, he could kill people without blinking, or drink blood with a smile, but the ghost was like this, but the North Pavilion was the only one in his life!

"Ghost, is there something wrong with the master and the second junior brother?"

A hint of ominousness was highlighted in the bottom of his heart, and the North Pavilion put his hand on the ghost's shoulders and shook the ghost's body.

"The second senior brother sent back the news that the master was killed by a blind old man with a broken sword in a peach forest not far from Zhongzhou, and the second senior brother was injured and has now crossed the border of the Western Regions!"

The ghost lowered his head, he was not good at expressing his emotions, but when he cried, his face stiffened a little.

"What?"

The North Pavilion was frightened, his eyes widened, his body shook tightly, his hands were a little flustered to support the wooden pillar in the pavilion, but his body slowly fell down.

The pinnacle of martial arts!

The North Pavilion was incredulous, and his face was a little pale.

From the moment of apprenticeship, the master's strictness, the master's inconsequential, and the master's teaching are all sent to the heart. The North Pavilion, who has lived in the cold of the royal power since he was a child, felt that fiery warmth for the first time. Although he is not smiling, he is deeply loved by his master.

"Impossible, impossible!"

The North Pavilion muttered in his mouth, looking at the world, who can give him a little more sincerity. Unexpectedly, because of one of his letters, the reclusive master took his second junior brother to trek through mountains and rivers, traveled thousands of miles to Central Continent, and then came to the Western Regions, but what he was waiting for was such bad news!

As a teacher, but also as a father!

"Your Majesty, what should we do? When the master is killed, I will give up my life to avenge the master!"

The ghost's body is like a table clock, it has not trembled a bit, but the words in the mouth seem to sprout between the bones, cold, unforgettable!

"From now on, no one in the world will treat me sincerely. ”

The ghost shadow is loyal, and the second junior brother is just a senior brother. The North Pavilion lost his soul, and a golden python robe fell to the ground, stained with a little ash, and at the same time, on his heart, it also fell into dust.

"Hahaha............"

Bei Pavilion raised his hand to support his forehead, he looked up and laughed loudly, tears across his cheeks and onto his robe.

"Ghost, did the second junior brother ever mention who killed the master?"

The rest is the master's death, alone in Huangquan, a little lonely! The North Pavilion stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, and his body stood up from the ground, and the scenery was no longer beautiful as far as his eyes passed.

"The old man's name is Chong Wufeng, and the remnant sword he uses is called Wentian!"

The ghost replied.

"Ask the sky?"

The world's No. 1 sword, which has been destroyed, has reappeared in the rivers and lakes. The north pavilion stared, and with a palm of his hand, the marble table in the pavilion broke into several pieces, some of which were broken and scattered at his feet.

"Xin Haige, okay, I didn't want to do it to you in advance, but now you are forcing me. ”

The belonging of Wentian is Xinhai Pavilion. And Xin Haige is also famous all over the world because of asking the sky, but its overall strength is not under the Sword Sect.

"Ghost Shadow, the young sect master of the Sword Sect, is it still in the royal city. ”

The young master of the Sword Sect came to the Western Regions Royal Court a few days ago, but the North Pavilion has always remembered the throne in his heart, and he really can't take the time to drink and have fun with the young sect master of the Sword Sect. Now, the North Pavilion is already in the hands of the king, and the young sect master of the Sword Sect, he is also a good one.

"Back to the king, the young master of the Sword Sect is still in the royal city, but he has been remembering the Fengyue place with fireworks and wine. ”

When the ghost finished speaking, he got up and stood beside the north pavilion, waiting.

"Fengyue place. People in the world have never been able to escape from a few things, power, wealth, women, as long as they are human, they will be weak to exist. Let's go, go to find Bei Liangyu, and then find the young sect master of the Sword Sect. ”

If you like beauty, it will dazzle you, since ancient times, the gentle township, is a hero, and on the head of the color word, it is a deadly sword hanging upside down. If you let Bei Liang Yu go down and control the young sect master of the Sword Sect, this point Bei Liangting didn't think about it in his heart, but after thinking about it again, he finally gave up.

If the matter is revealed, it will undoubtedly be playing with fire and self-immolation.

Gently dusting off the dust on the golden python robe, the two of them walked out of the pavilion in the north pavilion and the ghost shadow.

Southern Wilderness.

The shocking changes of the shadowless end made the Southern Wilderness King City always under depression, and the heart of Bing Juexin, the barren sky, did not dare to have the slightest contempt.

Guo Lao's grandson, after that, disappeared completely without a trace, Huang Tianxiao repeatedly sent people to search, these days, even dug three feet into the ground in the southern wilderness, and did not find a trace of clues.

"Young master, the king has retreated into the shadows, guarded by many masters, and outside, he is guarded by layers of elite soldiers, even if Bing Jue wants to break the cauldron and sink the boat, he will definitely not hurt the king under our noses. ”

On the edge of a sparkling lake, there are people here, all of whom come for a leisurely stroll. And beside the gravel by the lake, Huang Tianxiao stood with his hands in his hands, his head held high, his eyes squinted slightly, and the old man of the Seven Killings stood beside him.

"There must be excellent protection, if my father has any mistakes, then Nanhuang will be self-defeating at this juncture, and it must not be taken lightly. ”

There is a breeze blowing by the lake, bringing a touch of coolness in the middle of the lake. Aratianxiao gently fluctuated his fingertips, and the wind blew his clothes. "The blood spear was once led by you, and after you went into hiding, the blood spear has been hiding in the dark, gradually forgetting in the eyes of the world, and that touch of blood should be seen again. Withdraw all those people Jianghu masters, my father is protected by a blood spear, those people are always outsiders, I don't feel at ease. ”

"Bloody Marquis is your son, and he will inherit your mantle. ”

Huang Tianxiao shook his fingertips, and then clenched his palms into fists.

"Yes, young master. ”

The Southern Wilderness Blood Spear is the effort that the Seven Killing Old Man has poured into half of his life, just like his child. With a smile from the desolate sky, the blood spear returned to his hand, which was a kind of bloodline reconnection.

Rejoiced, the color of joy was overflowing, and the seven old men were overjoyed.

"Thank you for the love of the young master. ”

It is true that the Bloody Cloth Marquis is the son of the Seven Murdered Old Men, but he is not.

"Blood Rose, and the Clothed Guest were sent to the Southern Wilderness by me, and now that I have no one by my side, you can let the Bloody Cloth Marquis accompany me. ”

The temporary alliance with Dongtu, the barren sky smile is a helpless move, he is a high-minded and arrogant person, ordinary things, why do you need the help of women, it's just that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

"Yes, young master, my son will swear to protect the young master's thoughtfulness. ”

Seven kills of the old man took the order and bowed down.

"Young Master Qiyu, the Thirty-six Heavenly Gang of Desolate Clouds sent by the Northern Desert will arrive in Zhongzhou tomorrow and will meet Tu Mo in Qingzhou. With this help, it is better than more than 10,000 soldiers and horses. If Tu Mo attacks Qingzhou tomorrow, according to the old calculation, Qingzhou will not be able to support it for a month. ”

The old man of the Seven Killings raised his eyes and looked at the side face of the barren sky, as heroic as a knife.

"Bei Mo wants Tu Mo to inherit a favor, look at several directions, only Bai Hua is good at scheming, for Tu Mo, he knows too much more than us. Tu Mo is not stupid, he killed my captives in the Southern Wilderness in Moyu City, which is not only a warning to Bai Hua, but also to deter us. ”

The corners of the barren smile's mouth were smiling, and his eyes also flashed with a touch of light. Huang Tianxiao bent down, picked up a piece of gravel at his feet, and then threw it, and the gravel was thrown into the lake, causing a ripple in the air.

"It's okay, if Bei Mo wants to help, let them help. The rest of the city, Tu Mo would not capture it so quickly, and Mo Yu City was easily captured, how could he not understand the deep meaning of this. ”

It's like a ripple on the surface of a lake, and it needs to be stirred up.

"Young master, there is one more bad news. ”

The Seven Kills Old Man was a little hesitant.

"The world is in turmoil, and how to distinguish the good from the bad of the news, there is only the difference between useful and useless, but it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

As soon as the words of the desolate smile fell, another piece of rubble came out of his hand.

"Young master, the old man got the news, Xin Haige seems to have reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and someone on the rivers and lakes saw a thin old man, holding a broken sword in his hand, and carrying a wooden coffin behind him, looking like Chong Wufeng, who had been dead for many years. ”

After the old man of the Seven Killings finished speaking carefully, he raised his eyes and carefully watched the change in the expression of the desolate smile.

"Xinhai Pavilion!"

He was about to throw away the gravel in his hand, but with the force of his fingertips, the powder that the gravel was instantly pinched into and scattered in the air. His face was even more gloomy at the moment.

"It's so good that if they don't keep their promise, they will be born early, and I won't have to wait for twenty years or so. ”

The smile on the corner of Huang Tianxiao's mouth became cruel, his eyes were bloodthirsty, and the scar in the deepest part of his heart was finally revealed.

"Chong Wufeng, I've been waiting for you for twenty-four years. The world says that you fell into the endless abyss and have long since died, but I firmly believe that you are still alive and well. ”

This is an old matter, but it was covered with a thick layer of dust by a piece of agreement, and now that the agreement has been abolished, the dust is gone.