In the night sky, a lonely moon hung in the middle, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on Feiyun Town, shrouding the whole town in a strange atmosphere.

The Blade Dump Inn is already lit, and a large red lantern hangs outside the door. The windows facing the street were closed, and the wooden panes were plastered with red paper cutouts.

There were only four people in the inn.

Most of the tables and chairs in the lobby have been removed, leaving only a stool in the center. Zhou Yaoshan, who had shaved his thumb, sat on it, and beside him was the shopkeeper of the Blade Relief Inn.

The shopkeeper stood beside Zhou Yaoshan, with an unprecedented smile on his face, only to hear him shout loudly.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

Sybil was dressed in a large red flower made of red satin, and looked like a bridegroom. Standing next to him was Ji Caiyin, who was dressed in a red wedding dress and had a red hijab on her head.

After listening to the shopkeeper who acted as the master of ceremonies, the two knelt down together and stood up again.

When the shopkeeper saw this, he exclaimed again.

"Second worship high hall!"

Zhou Yaoshan looked at the two couples kneeling down to him in front of him, and couldn't close his mouth happily.

When the two of them stood up again, the shopkeeper shouted.

"Husband and wife worship each other!"

Ji Caiyin turned around slowly, and her graceful figure could not hide her figure even if it was covered by a cumbersome wedding dress.

Sybil looked at Ji Caiyin, whose head was covered by a red hijab in front of him, as if he had returned to that night three years ago and saw that familiar figure.

The two slowly bent down and worshiped each other.

"Licheng!

The shopkeeper of the Blade Relief Inn, who was usually moody, couldn't help but be happy at the moment.

When Zhou Yaoshan heard that he was going to be sent into the cave room, he hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"Shopkeeper, just take a formality. ”

Then he turned his gaze to Ji Caiyin.

"Granddaughter, the cave house is not in a hurry, right?"

Ji Caiyin's pretty face, which was covered by a red hijab, was already red like a hawthorn at the moment, but she still nodded slightly.

After a while, the shopkeeper helped Ji Caiyin to the guest room on the second floor. Only Sybil and Zhou Yaoshan were left in the lobby.

"Caiyin will be left to your care. ”

Zhou Yaoshan said, stretching out his hand and taking out a scroll from the shabby cotton jacket on his body.

"This is borrowed by the old man from the sword tower, and it can be regarded as a piece of your heart. After this incident, I hope you can treat Caiyin sincerely. ”

Sybil respectfully took the scroll containing who killed Chu Mumu.

His hands were shaking, trembling with rage.

Zhou Yaoshan saw it in his eyes and sighed again.

"Actually, what if you take revenge? ”

Sybil gripped the scroll tightly.

"The predecessor Gao Yi is not guilty of the Ji family. But I am different, and blood feuds must be repaid with blood. ”

Zhou Yaoshan shook his head and slowly stood up.

He has settled his little granddaughter Zhou Qiuliang, and now he has handed over his granddaughter Ji Caiyin to Sybil. Without care, he can do what he has to do.

"What are the plans of the seniors?"

"The old man has entered the way of the sword, and there is only one thing left in his life that is not finished. ”

Zhou Yaoshan, known as a sword immortal, entered the highest realm of kendo at the end of his twilight years. As a swordsman, he lived for only one thing in his life, and that was to defeat a man he had never met before - the South China Sea Sword Idiot.

It is rumored that there is a nameless island in the South China Sea, and there is a nameless idiot on the island. Although people are stupid, swordsmanship has entered the realm, and the famous masters of the rivers and lakes are all defeated under his sword, so there is the title of sword idiot.

Sybil had also heard this rumor, which he had heard when he was a child, and more than ten years had passed, and there was no news of this sword idiot on the rivers and lakes, and no one knew whether this person was dead or alive.

But Zhou Yaoshan still insisted on going, he did not hesitate to use other people's sword paths to enter the way of the sword, in order to have full confidence to defeat this legendary sword idiot.

Because every swordsman has the same lifelong ideal, that is, to defeat all the legends in the world and become a well-deserved first.

For this reason, Zhou Yaoshan did not hesitate to cut his thumb and retire to the rivers and lakes.

Outside the inn, the lanterns are still red. The old man in a shabby padded jacket was gone.

Sybil looked at Zhou Yaoshan's back, what about being the first in the world? It's just the talk of those rangers on the rivers and lakes.

is as famous as Sybil, and is praised as the number one swordsman in the world, not like Nan Ke Yimeng.

You know, there is a mountain and a mountain high. The rivers and lakes are so big, and there are unborn masters who are better than him at any time.

Hangzhou, in front of the West Lake, outside the Sword Pavilion. The day is bright, and the breeze blows the mountains for thousands of miles.

A blind, wizened old man riding a weak old brown horse. The old horse knew the way, and drove the blind and thin old man around the clock to a large mansion next to the West Lake.

There are two majestic stone lions outside the door of the mansion, and although the vermilion gate is mottled, it is still magnificent, showing the once prominent identity of the lord of the mansion all the time.

There is a plaque hanging on the mottled vermilion gate, on which are written two big characters - Xifu.

Siber trembled and jumped off his horse, and groped his way to the gate, which was closed and seemed to have not been opened for a long time.

He knocked lightly on the door, and in a few moments a man opened the door for him.

"In the days when we are away, has anything happened in the house?"

Siber walked into the mansion, his hands behind his back, and bent over tiredly.

The man didn't speak, just quietly followed him.

Siber took two more steps and suddenly stopped. His ears twitched slightly, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

"It's you?!"

When the man heard this, he immediately stopped. A face as white as paper couldn't help frowning.

Ye Wuchen was carrying the three-foot straight knife named Zhiyue in his hand, and he had already tried his best to imitate the way those subordinates walked in, but he didn't expect to be recognized by the other party.

I only heard him open his mouth and squeeze out a sentence in his hoarse voice.

"Do you remember me?"

Siber sneered.

"If you hadn't run fast that day, you would have died at our hands. ”

Ye Wuchen also smiled, smiling extremely unnaturally, except for the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, the other parts of his face did not move.

"It's a pity that the weird boy isn't there. You have no helper, and you will die by my knife later. ”

Siber turned to face the other man, a pair of withered blind eyes that were intimidating.

Since the other party can stand here and speak unscrupulously, it means that the guards in the palace are all dead. It's just that I don't know what happened to Gu Linglong's girl, if she also died, he wouldn't be able to deal with Sybil.

Xibo was thinking about it, and Ye Wuchen's hand was still on the hilt.

He suppressed his breath, every movement was nuanced, and there was hardly a trace of sound.

He was originally an assassination master who avoided his gaze and waited for an opportunity to attack, and he happened to not need him to make a move behind his back to deal with a blind man.

The knife had been drawn, and the three-foot-long straight moon shone with cold light.

Ye Wuchen raised his foot and took a step forward gently, each step was extremely light, lighter than the wind.

One step, two steps.

Sieber's ears twitched slightly, and he was laughing, laughing at the other person's self-righteous appearance. He could hear the sound of needles falling outside the house, and how could he not hear his footsteps?

Ye Wuchen's raised feet hung in the air, and he also saw the other party's smile. Slightly stunned, he understood that the action had been exposed.

At this moment, a small pebble broke through the air and hit Xibo's back.

Siber's ears moved slightly, and he suddenly got up sideways, dodging the pebble.

I only heard a sound of admiration from the rooftop.

"He is worthy of being the first fierce general in the past, even if he becomes blind, he still can't be underestimated. ”

Xibo's face had sunk, and he didn't know that there were still a few people on the other side who were hiding elsewhere, so he could only make a quick decision at the moment.

I saw that Siber's thin figure shook slightly, and his people had already pounced.

A hand as sharp as an eagle's claw pinched Ye Wuchen's throat.