Dou Jingpeng turned around and held Ruan Wenjun in his arms, although the sword did not directly pierce the heart, it touched the heart, and blood gushed out from Ruan Wenjun's mouth, Ruan Wenjun's body spasmed, his face was as pale as paper, and there was almost no blood.

"Senior Sister Ruan!" Dou Jingpeng shouted.

Pang Qiushui's long sword instantly took off his hand and fell to the ground, "Wen Jun!" Pang Qiushui stood far away, as if he couldn't move, this was his favorite female disciple, his heart was like being cut by a knife.

Ruan Wenjun slowly opened his eyes and said with difficulty: "Senior Brother Dou, that day...... Let's go that day...... When Jinjia Town, the ...... of the Lanlan girl's horse Horseshoe is actually ...... Actually, I broke it the night before, I just ...... You don't blame me for trying to make a fool of her, do you? And the letter you just saw...... I rewrote it, Miss Lanlan...... And she has not forgotten you, she cares deeply about you, and you ...... this matter Are you going to blame me?"

"I don't blame you, I won't blame you, I just want you to live. ”

"Senior Brother Dou, you are asking for this...... Fear...... I can't do it anymore, I've let you down, my eyelids feel so heavy...... It's so heavy. ”

Dou Jingpeng's tears were like a torrent that broke the embankment, "Senior sister, don't fall asleep." Dou Jingpeng let Ruan Wenjun lie in his arms and kept infusing Ruan Wenjun with his right hand.

"Senior Brother Dou, don't you ...... It's a waste of true anger, it's useless, it's just ...... It will only wear ...... Your cultivation. Ruan Wenjun supported his eyelids hard, "Senior Brother Dou, I can ...... Kiss it...... Yours...... Yours...... forehead?"

Dou Jingpeng turned sideways and faced Ruan Wenjun, Ruan Wenjun's lips lightly imprinted on Dou Jingpeng's forehead, "I want to be with you many times...... Wandering the world, but always ...... Reluctant...... Returning to a mountain, reluctant to ...... The swordsmanship of Guiyi Mountain, if we ...... There is also an afterlife, and it is better to lose the burden than to the Peng. After speaking, Ruan Wenjun closed his eyes and lay quietly in Dou Jingpeng's arms, no breathing or heartbeat.

"Senior sister!" Dou Jingpeng was hoarse.

"Wen Jun!" Pang Qiushui ran over, he pushed Dou Jingpeng away, and held Ruan Wenjun in his arms, Ruan Wenjun's body still had residual temperature, how much he wanted to make this moment still, he wanted to completely retain this trace of body temperature, but there was no turning back from time, leaving only a slowly cool corpse.

Dou Jingpeng slowly got up from the ground, lowered his head, and walked out of the grove silently, even he felt that his footsteps were weird and terrible, this was the endless sadness of losing his childhood sweetheart, he had no destination, only the direction of progress, the beautiful past scenes lingered in his heart, together went down the mountain to visit the market, together in the autumn slope to admire the moon, together to practice swords, together to eat the pastries made by his sister, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad, these past events made him feel a trace of sweetness, but too dense of the past, and pressed his heart to block.

Pang Qiushui kept digging the soil with his sword, he wanted to bury Wen Jun, and then plant the most beautiful flowers and trees on it, he didn't want to put the corpse in the mortuary first according to the regulations of Guiyi Mountain, he was reluctant to put Ruan Wenjun in such a cold place, he hoped that Ruan Wenjun could feel the creatures and the wind every day.

Dou Jingpeng was aimless, he didn't go to the alchemy room, he went down the mountain, rode a horse, and galloped wildly, he was going to find his best friend Li Shihe, and his most beloved Situ Lanlan.

......

In the blink of an eye, spring has arrived, the sun is shining, the willows are pulling branches, and the breeze is warm.

The triennial martial arts apprenticeship conference was held in the Dewu Hall of Jinyun City, since Pang Qiushui became the head, a new martial arts rule has been formulated, and no gang is allowed to accept disciples on a large scale, unless there are special circumstances, a small number of disciples can be privately accepted.

The major gangs have their own place, a crude cloth shed, a table, a few chairs, the important figures of the gang sit on the seats, and the rest of the disciples are standing next to them, many young talents, beautiful girls, come to Jinyun City thousands of miles away, just for this apprentice conference, if this time is not collected, they have to wait for another three years, so everyone who came to the election has carefully decorated themselves, they enter the gate of the Dewu Palace, first of all, they have to go through Pang Qiushui, Pang Qiushui has already sent disciples to guard the door in front of the door, only with the consent of the guarding disciples, can they get started, choose their favorite gang。 In other words, if you want to join the gang, you must first be Pang Qiushui's people, and then you are eligible to choose each gang.

Many gang members are deeply opposed to what Pang Qiushui has done, but they dare not speak out, but this year a new item has been added to allow newcomers to build their own sects. Feng Dao Scar, Ximen Wuji, Zhao Youjin and Chen Qian came to the gate of the Dewu Palace, got the pass of the Guiyi faction, and walked in, there are really a lot of gangs here today, Shaolin, Huamei faction, Liangshan faction, Kang family, Yang family, Shao family, Iron Finger Gang, Iron Gun Gang, etc., but there are still some famous and decent people who did not come, such as Kunlun faction, Demon Suppression Island, Qingfeng Nunnery and Wanyue Xuan, etc.

The four of them discussed imminently, Feng Daoscar said: "I don't want to join these gangs, these gangs are the leaders of Pang Qiushui, on the surface they are the masters, but in fact they are other people's subordinates, if we want to do it, we will be the leader, regardless of heaven and earth, it is better for us to set up our own gang." ”

"Aren't our self-reliant gangs still Pang Qiushui's minions? Chen Qian still has a poker face.

"It doesn't matter if it's a minion or not, this river and lake is Pang Qiushui's home anyway. Zhao Youjin said

"Let's set up a gang first, succumb to Pang Qiushui, and when we grow stronger, what do you think?" Feng Dao Scar said.

"I agree!" Simon said without a trace.

"Okay, that's it. First of all, we have to come up with a perfect gang name. Feng Scar said with an intoxicated expression.

"How about the scar door?" Chen Qian said casually.

"No, named after your shortcomings, you are also the first in the martial arts. Feng Scar denied it.

"Saibei Wuzong!" Zhao Youjin said.

"No, what are we going to do in the Central Plains, what are we going to do with a name outside the plug?" Feng Scar took the trouble to deny.

"The Jedi Four!" Zhao Youjin hurriedly said again.

I have a good name, our master is called Li Shihe, and he taught us the knife technique, so it might as well be called 'Shidaomen'. Feng Scar's face was full of pride.

"Agreed!" Ximen Wuxian once again supported Feng Scar, and the other two people also nodded, "Not bad!"

"Get out of the way! You four are in the way. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy glared at the four people fiercely, "I still have to rush to the Shaolin Temple to choose a disciple." ”

The four of them immediately made way for him, and then surrounded him again, Feng Scar said: "You young man is really incomprehensible, you can't embrace a beautiful woman and marry a wife when you become a monk." ”

"I'm not interested!" said the boy angrily.

"Shaving your head, affecting your image, are you afraid?" said Feng Scar.

"I'm not even interested in women, what image do I want. ”

"When you become a monk, you can never eat meat in large pieces and drink wine in large bowls, can you stand it?" Feng Scar asked again.

"This ......," the boy hesitated slightly.

"Join us in the poetry knife door, take you to the rivers and lakes, the four seas can be landed as a home, the most expressive knife technique, eat all the world's delicacies, how about it?"

"Let me think again. The boy lowered his head and picked at his fingers.

"What else to consider, do you want to see the wonders of the world, or sit for a long time with the ancient Buddha with dry lamps, the desert scenery in the north in the morning, and the rainy town in the south of the Yangtze River in the evening, I am a little exaggerated, don't mind the young man." Feng Scar spat all over.

"It's settled!" said the boy.

"What have you decided?" Simon said without a trace.

"I decided to join the Shidaomen. The boy said.

"Congratulations to the fifth junior brother!" the four said in unison.

The young man looked surprised, "Aren't you the head of the house?"

"No, our head is Li Shihe Li Daxia, who is famous in the world. Feng Scar began to talk again.

"Haven't heard of it. The boy said.

"You are a fledgling, and I don't blame you. Zhao Youjin said.

"Brothers and sisters, where is the location of our gang?"

"Donglei, follow me. The five of them came to a corner of the Dewu Hall and squatted down.

"Arrived?" the boy looked stunned again.

"Hmm!" the four of them said in unison.

The sun was already hanging in the west, and the afterglow was shining over most of the Dewu Hall, except for the corner where the wall base and the Shidao Gate were located were somewhat gloomy.

All the gangs that came today have accepted a lot of apprentices except for the Shidaomen, especially the Guiyi faction, the Shaolin faction, the Huamei faction and the Iron Finger Gang have accepted hundreds of disciples. After the various gangs and the leader of the martial arts alliance, Pang Qiushui, said goodbye, they all left the Dewu Hall one after another.

The Shidaomen only accepted one disciple in one afternoon, and the implication is that there are a total of six people in the Shidaomen, including the head Li Shihe.

"Senior brother, how old is the old man, Master?" Qiu Donglei asked about Feng Scar.

"Master is very young, just two or three years older than you, I don't know very well. Feng Scar said.

"What, Master is so young?" Qiu Donglei said in surprise.

"Don't underestimate Master, his sword technique can be described as earth-shattering and a bit exaggerated. Feng Scar smiled embarrassedly......

It was getting darker and darker, and the five of them walked farther and farther away, disappearing into the night.

"Today is the triennial martial arts apprenticeship conference, such a lively scene, the 'Nanban Four Ghosts', who have always liked to make trouble, actually didn't go. "Ye Xuanzi" paused and then continued: "So I secretly observed them for a day, and guess what?"

"What did you find?" said the wood god.

"It turned out that they were secretly changing hands on a batch of gold ingots, and he transferred the ingots to the people on the official road, according to the people present, this batch of gold has tens of thousands of taels, and the 'Nanban Four Ghosts' have always been poor, how could they suddenly have so much money. I think this batch of gold must belong to the Zhenbei Dart Bureau, and now the question is how they transported so much gold from the Zhenbei Dart Bureau, as long as the evidence is found, the 'Four Ghosts of the Southern Barbarians' will be difficult to fly!"