When Luo Baiyi heard this, he was ashamed of himself, abandoned the Red Night Knife, and knelt on the ground and cried.

All the sects and factions retreated, but the bodies of these three people and Rao Mengli were still in the dilapidated Tianwang Temple. Suddenly, I heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and there was the sound of neighing horses, two horses stopped outside the temple, and the three of them dismounted, it was Liu Yuanjun, Ren Shanhuai and Zhu Qingqiu.

The three of them hurriedly entered the temple, but saw that the three of Dao Xueke were crying bitterly around Rao Mengli, who was covered in blood, only to know that Rao Mengli was dead, Zhu Qingqiu hid his face and cried softly, Ren Shanhuai turned his face and couldn't bear to see this scene, and sighed again and again, Liu Yuanjun also sighed, frowned slightly, slowly came to Dao Xueke's side, patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Bury her." ”

The crying stopped.

Luo Baiyi suddenly said, "Don't you still have big things to do?"

"What do you mean by that?" Dao Xueke and the others asked in surprise. "There are still traitors in the court, there are still minions lurking outside the gate, the world is not peaceful, you still have important things to do, bury Xiaoli, and leave it to me." With that, Luo Baiyi picked up Rao Mengli and was about to walk out the door.

"Baiyi and slow!" Dao Xueke hurriedly called out to Luo Baiyi, only to see him look back and ask, "What else is going on?" "Xiaoli is also our relative, how can we not give her a ride?" Chu Qing'an and Dao Xueke said in unison. Luo Baiyi chuckled lightly and shook his head: "No need." National events, 100,000 urgent, a step late, may be difficult to turn around, you should hurry on the road, Xiaoli and I will settle down, when you return from a great victory, then notify you to come to worship, it is not impossible. ”

Liu Yuanjun was also full of emotion, Luo Baiyi had been lukewarm about this matter before, how could he think so clearly: "Why are you suddenly ...... now" Luo Baiyi heard this, smiled, and looked at Rao Mengli in his arms as if he was asleep peacefully: "Xiaoli, she once wanted a peaceful and prosperous world, a river and lake without disputes...... It's just that she didn't have a chance to see it. ”

"Then after we leave, after you settle Xiaoli, where should you go?" Chu Qing'an asked. "Since then, I have withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, only being a cultivator, often accompanied by green mountains and green waters, and this life is enough. Luo Baiyi raised his head and said.

Dao Xueke asked again: "Aren't you going back to the Ten Ghost Hall?" Luo Baiyi smiled and said: "My hands are crippled now, it is difficult to perform martial arts, how can I break into the rivers and lakes with a light skill?" Besides, ......" Glancing at Rao Mengli in his arms, Luo Baiyi finally couldn't continue, "Returning to the Ten Ghost Hall at this time is just a burden, I have no intention of fighting in the rivers and lakes, it's better to retreat as soon as possible and enjoy peace, wouldn't it be happy?"

After that, he looked back at the two of Dao Xueke meaningfully, and said slowly: "I hope you can also get your wish one day, retire successfully, spend your life together, travel the rivers and lakes, be a pair of fairy couples, and it is not in vain that Xiaoli is deeply affectionate and ......righteous."

For some reason, no one stopped them, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding that this might be the best result for Luo Baiyi and Rao Mengli, and it was also the most expensive end on the rivers and lakes.

Let's say that after Luo Baiyi left, there was no longer the name of the cloud leopard and the nine goldfinches on the rivers and lakes, and no one knew where Luo Baiyi had gone and where Rao Mengli was buried. I only know that since then, under a nameless mountain, there is one more grass house, by the mountains and rivers, backed by the slanting sun, there is a farmer in the middle, the sunrise and the sunset, although it is ordinary, but also comfortable and happy. The peasant man guarded a low grave, without a name or surname, until his gray hair was gray, and he never left.

After Luo Baiyi left, Liu Yuanjun sighed and said: "This matter will eventually be decided, Ah Xue, next, how should you go?" Everyone looked at Dao Xueke, but Dao Xueke only glanced at Chu Qing'an, and said decisively: "Go to Tanglin Mansion, find Ying Ying!" At this time, he was even more determined, he wanted to enter the palace Qingjun's side, get rid of the traitorous ministers, and return this world to a real axiom and justice, a real peaceful and prosperous world.

For Chu Qing'an, for Rao Mengli, for Kexue Villa, for the people of the world.

The five of them left the sad and eventful place together and continued to march towards Tanglin Mansion.

Besides, Feng Zhan and Ling Yige went to Anhuai Mansion to find Dao Xueke and others to no avail, so they turned back to Lu'an Mansion, and heard a lot of news along the way, but they didn't believe it for a while, until they returned to Lu'an Mansion, Feng Zhan hurriedly sent Ling Yige out of the city to inquire about the news, and it was not until the evening that he turned back.

Feng Zhan sat alone in the dim inner hall, thinking about the people who traveled far away, and he was so worried that he forgot to light the lamp for a while. It wasn't until the curtain of the inner hall was lifted that a dim sunset was folded in, illuminating half of Feng Zhan's face. The man was carrying the sun on his back, his front was dark and blurry, and he couldn't see it really, so he just asked, "But is Xiao Ling back?" ”

The man fell to his knees at Feng Zhan's feet with a thud and fell to the ground and wept bitterly. Feng Zhan was shocked: "Why are you?" Ling Yige raised his pale face full of tears, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Brother Feng! Xiaoli her, she ......" "What's wrong with her......" Feng Zhan's eyes widened, his lips trembled, as if he had expected the result, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Xiaoli, she, go to ......" Ling Yige lay at Feng Zhan's feet again, the Xuan Fan in Feng Zhan's hand fell to the ground, his trembling hand touched Ling Yige's back, and then pressed his shoulder to help him up, the two looked at each other, hugged their heads and cried. The door curtain was opened again, and the two looked back to see that it was Wen Nanzhi.

Feng Zhan saw him return alone, quit

His heart was up, he patted Ling Yige's shoulder, motioned him to step aside, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, straightened his clothes slightly, and said, "It turned out that Nanzhi was back." Why don't you see Xiao Meng and the demon in the umbrella?"

The sunset behind Wen Nanzhi became more and more dazzling, and the blood-red red sun seemed to be washed by blood, sinking into the sky, reflecting the entire sky. Wen Nanzhi was expressionless, and said coldly: "The two of them took the first step and asked me to come back and explain the reason to Brother Feng." "Wen Nanzhi's words are especially many today, which is unusual.

Ling Yige was about to step forward but was stopped by Feng Zhan, a little at a loss. Feng Zhan asked again, "Where have you three gone, where are the two of them now, why did you ask you to come back first, have you ever found Bai Yi and Xiaoli?" Ling Yige saw this scene and didn't know the deep meaning. But seeing that Wen Nanzhi was standing in place, he replied calmly, "Haven't you heard that Xiaoli is dead?"

"I came back this time to send Brother Feng and Xiao Ling to meet the demon in the umbrella and Xiao Meng. ”

Duan Qingmeng hurriedly asked, "Where are they?" Wen Nanzhi raised his head, his eyes burst into cold light, he slowly raised his left hand, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and said coldly: "Huangquan, what a bridge!" Ling Yige's face changed drastically, and Feng Zhan's expression was solemn, as if he had expected such a day. Wen Nanzhi grabbed the cold cicada sword, flew in a hurry, and stabbed straight at Feng Zhan's eyebrows.

Ling Yige hurriedly made a move, pushed the sealed wheelchair away with one palm, turned around and used the Xuanji box behind him to jam the Chilling Cicada Sword, and kicked out a leg backwards. Wen Nanzhi drew his sword and didn't come out, his left palm backhand went down, and he was about to hit one place with that kick, the two of them each took three steps back, and Wen Nanzhi was in front of him. Feng Zhan waved the fan in his hand on the side, and more than a dozen silver needles flew out of it, Wen Nanzhi jumped up, flew in the air, and spun again and again before dodging.

The silver needle dug deep into the wall beside it, and it shimmered with silver light.

Wen Nanzhi turned around and landed, and at this moment, Ling Yige took the opportunity to open the golden sword from the Xuanji box, and swept the sword, wanting to cut off Wen Nanzhi's legs. Wen Nanzhi jumped up lightly again, a sword slashed downward, the blades collided, sparks splashed everywhere, Wen Nanzhi flipped the sword body, and cut Duan Qingmeng's wrist with the golden sword.

Feng Zhan saw it in his eyes, and he was anxious in his heart, how could he have crippled legs, couldn't stand, and his martial arts were not good, so he couldn't help it.

Ling Yige gasped when he saw this move, hurriedly abandoned the golden sword, and turned around to come behind Wen Nanzhi. The Chilling Cicada Sword twisted the golden sword, reversed it again and again, flipped its hand and threw it out towards the golden sword, and flew straight towards Ling Yige. Ling Yige retreated again and again, and flashed sideways, the golden sword was inserted into the wall with the tip of his nose in front of him, and then he pulled out the golden sword.

One vertical and one horizontal, the two swords overlapped, and Wen Nanzhi forced Ling Yige into a corner and pressed against the wall. Wen Nanzhi's swordsmanship is a long-lost swordsmanship, extremely exquisite, and his attainments are the highest swordsmanship in the Ten Ghost Hall, and it is even famous in the rivers and lakes. And that Ling Yige has more than enough to drum up rare inventions, if you talk about swordsmanship, it is only a third-rate person, and it is naturally difficult to resist it.

After a few moves, he was already out of breath, and asked helplessly and puzzledly: "Brother Wen, why did you betray my Ten Ghost Hall!" Wen Nanzhi gritted his teeth and said without giving an inch: "Everyone has their own ambitions!

Ling Yige hurriedly squatted down, and the sword left an extremely deep sword mark on the wall. Ling Yige rushed forward, knocked Wen Nanzhi to the ground, rode on his waist, held down the sword body and stuck the horizontal sword at Wen Nanzhi's neck, Wen Nanzhi also used the sword to seal his sword blade, and for a moment of stalemate, Ling Yige sweated profusely, stared at his round eyes and said: "I don't want to be your enemy, I still hope that my brother will rein in the precipice and turn back to the shore!"

"I'm afraid that Qingmeng and the demon in the umbrella also have the same idea as you, so they will bury their lives in vain!" Wen Nanzhi mentioned the death of Qingmeng and the demon in the umbrella again, which angered Ling Yige, who had tears in his eyes, and raised his head to the sky and wailed, and the golden sword pressed down by an inch, and Wen Nanzhi went up to his knees and overturned Ling Yige.

Feng Zhan saw that there was an opportunity, so he picked up a few silver needles, but both of them jumped up flat, as an exchange, the sword shadow overlapped, although he was sweating profusely, he couldn't start. I saw that Wen Nanzhi was like a cold cicada flapping its wings, fast and changeable, and the sword body was extremely light, erratic, and its trace was difficult to find. Three swords in a row, Ling Yige parried more and more powerlessly.

Three more swords, one sword stabbed the calf, one sword split the arm, and one sword forced the door, Ling Yige had to block the sword in front of him in a hurry, how could the arm and calf were scratched, the blood did not stop, soaked clothes, took a few steps back, and knelt down on one knee. Blood dripped down his wrist onto the blade of the golden sword, and he was already covered in bruises, but Wen Nanzhi was unscathed.

Ling Yige gasped and thought in his heart: "I am by no means his opponent with swordsmanship alone, why not use the mechanism to control it, and then wait for the opportunity to escape with Brother Feng?" Wen Nanzhi was originally a member of the Ten Ghost Hall, and he naturally knew everyone's martial arts moves well.

Seeing that he was motionless, he stretched out his hand and touched behind him, obviously to use his best secret technique, how could he succeed? Wen Nanzhi's eyes were quick, and a sword flew towards his right arm, and the cold cicada sword cut iron like mud, and easily cut off Ling Yige's right arm, and the blood mist burst open, "Ah-" A miserable scream pierced the eardrum, and the sealed face was like earth, Ling Yige's face was pale, his right arm was broken, and the wound was still bubbling blood.

Wen Nanzhi walked slowly towards Ling Yige, kicked the golden sword away, used the tip of the sword to pick up the Xuanji box behind Ling Yige, threw it in the air, and raised his head and swung several swords in succession, smashing it to pieces

They were all destroyed and turned into a cloud of debris. Ling Yige trembled like chaff and fell in a pool of blood, Wen Nanzhi raised his long sword, and wanted to kill him again.

"Hugh is going to hurt his life!" At the last moment, Feng Zhan's heart was horizontal, he shouted, left the Xuan fan, slapped his palms in the wheelchair and flew up, landed beside Ling Yige, and pushed him away. Wen Nanzhi's sword had already fallen extremely quickly, piercing into Feng Zhan's lower abdomen.

Ling Yige hurriedly turned over, endured the severe pain and cried: "Brother Feng-" Feng Zhan held the Chilling Cicada Sword tightly, and refused to let go even if the sharp blade cut his palm, the blood in his mouth was like a spring, and he kicked Ling Yige and said vaguely: "Xiao Ling-Hurry up-" "Brother Feng......" Ling Yige was crying, but Wen Nanzhi desperately wanted to pull out the Chilling Sword.

"Let's go! Don't, don't avenge me......" Feng Zhan said with the last bit of strength in an ordered tone, he desperately restrained Wen Nanzhi just to leave Ling Yige's life, "Go as far as possible...... Feng Zhan's consciousness became more and more blurred, he just opened his mouth and said vaguely.

At the time of life and death, Ling Yige had to obey the order, got up and smashed Wen Nanzhi to grab the door, seeing that Ling Yige had already walked away, his figure disappeared, and Feng Zhan's vision became more and more blurred, only to see that the blood day far away in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, until his eyes were full of blood...... With his hands hanging weakly, Wen Nanzhi finally pulled out the blood-stained cold cicada sword, turned around and ran out of Qing Yaxuan, and looked around, the carriage was still parked at the door, but there was no trace of Ling Yige.

Today, for some reason, there are very few pedestrians in the streets.

Wen Nanzhi knew that there was a Ling Yige in that area, and he couldn't run far, so he put his sword into the sheath, turned over and ran out of the city. At this time, Na Ling Yige was clinging to the roof, and saw Na Wen Nanzhi growing away from a distance, so he turned over and jumped off the room, and the blood from the wound on his right arm had been temporarily suppressed by him.

Hurriedly returned to the inner hall, and saw Feng Zhan lying in a pool of blood, Ling Yige knelt beside him, and cried bitterly: "Brother Feng ......" put his left hand on Feng Zhan's chest, as if he had touched a piece of paper, and hurriedly took out the blood-soaked letter from the bloody clothes, and the handwriting on it was still faintly legible:

"Recently, I looked at Nanzhi's abnormal expression, as if he had something to hide, and I was really uneasy. It shouldn't have been doubted, but the Ten Ghost Halls must be cautious and cautious today. These days, my heart is pounding, restless, and I vaguely feel that Nanzhi has revealed his opposite, but I am afraid that he will really betray us in the future, and the Ten Ghost Hall will not escape in the end. Therefore, if I die because of Wen Nanzhi in the future, I would like to tell those who have obtained this book that all my disciples of the Ten Ghost Hall must not seek revenge from him, and from then on retire to the rivers and lakes, and do not pay attention to the disputes here. Closed exhibition, no pen. ”

Ling Yige wept blood and read it to the last word, he wanted to leave his life behind, try to find Dao Xueke, and ask him to avenge the Ten Ghost Hall, but how could he seal the exhibition and leave the book so that he was so discouraged that he had to give up. Ling Yige managed to transport Feng Zhan's body out of the city and bury it next to the grave of the original Ten Ghost Hall disciples outside the city.

took a few steps back and quietly knelt down, and kowtowed three times in front of the grave, which can be regarded as an understanding of the ten ghost halls and his ten-year career in the rivers and lakes. He followed Feng Zhan's last order, and since then he has withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, only incognito in Anhuai Mansion, but he has survived, being a common man, no longer using martial arts, unwilling to mention the past again, and unwilling to return to the sad place full of memories in Lu'an Mansion.

And Dao Xueke and the others didn't know that the Ten Ghost Hall had encountered earth-shattering changes, and the group came to the outside of the Dongling Palace, with different expressions: Liu Yuanjun's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, Dao Xueke's face sank like water, Chu Qing'an was worried, Ren Shanhuai was still hesitating, and Zhu Qingqiu didn't know what he was thinking. When the palace guards saw a group of people from the rivers and lakes coming, they stepped forward and said, "You dare to stay here, do you know where this is?"

Dao Xueke forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, clasped his fists and saluted: "Troublesome retribution is no disease, the prince, I have something important to ask to see." ”

Who knew that the guard actually pointed to the nose of Dao Xueke and scolded: "You are pickled and splashed, what a cheap life, a few people in the rivers and lakes dare to say anything important here, is it that when our prince's mansion is an ordinary people's house, how can you be allowed to enter when you say it, and see it when you say it?"

The five of them were all angry in their hearts, and Liu Yuanjun was the calmest, for fear that Dao Xueke would do something reckless, so he stepped forward and deliberately half-blocked Dao Xueke, and said to the guard: "I have a big matter waiting for it, and the matter is urgent, I hope that the adults will report it quickly!"

If you still refuse to leave, you will call the officials of the Tanglin Mansion and arrest all of you, so that you can taste the taste of squatting in prison!" The guard said that he was going to blow them away, and the sword snowman couldn't bear it, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he was angry, and his right hand involuntarily fell on the hilt of the sword.

Liu Yuanjun let out a long sigh, and saw that he couldn't stop Dao Xueke, so he had to close his eyes slightly, unwilling to look. Who knew that the gate of the palace was suddenly opened, and out of it came a handsome young man, who walked out with his hands in his hands, and walked in front of the people, with a little anger between his eyebrows, and asked the guard, "Why is there any noise here?"

When the guard saw the visitor, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "My subordinates see the little prince!

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