"Do you already know my identity?, or rather, you have recognized the Ghost Yuan Sword in my hand!"

As he spoke, Zhang Peng's right hand shook, and the Ghost Yuan Sword hidden in his sleeve suddenly appeared in his hand.

Seeing the Ghost Yuan Sword in Zhang Peng's hand, the drunkard Daoist's brain suddenly "buzzed". He knew that once this kind of secret was known by others, Zhang Peng would not be able to stay alive.

"Master Zhang, I don't know what you're talking about!"

Zhang Peng held the Ghost Yuan Sword in his hands and played with it carefully. He said casually: "The sword body is red, the evil aura is pressing, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring, what else could it be besides the famous Demon Sword Ghost Yuan on the rivers and lakes? Drunkard Daoist, now that the matter is now, why do you pretend to be confused? With your eyesight, I am afraid that you already knew it in the depths of the dense forest of the Royal Dragon Villa that day!"

The drunkard Taoist's hands were trembling at this time, and he clearly felt the threat of death from Zhang Peng's tepid attitude.

"Yes! Lao Dao did recognize this Ghost Yuan Sword, but at this time, this sword had already fallen into the hands of the owner of the Zhang Building, and Lao Dao would never dare to think about it again!"

"Hahaha......" Zhang Peng smiled, the smile was so pure, so terrifying.

"You may not be interested in this sword, but as for the origin of this sword, I'm afraid this is the reason why you teamed up with Flying Tiger Castle to intercept it halfway. ”

"Hiss~"

The drunkard Taoist gasped again, and his thoughts were once again said by Zhang Peng, which made the drunkard Taoist very surprised.

"Landlord Zhang, Lao Dao really doesn't understand, what do you mean!"

Zhang Peng waved the Ghost Yuan Sword, interrupted the words of the drunkard Taoist, raised his eyes to stare at the drunkard Taoist, and said, "You are an old Taoist, but what are the things you do that a Taoist should do?"

The drunkard Taoist looked at Zhang Peng and did not speak.

"I'll help you solve the doubts in your heart today and tell you all the things you want to know!"

The drunkard Taoist was confused by Zhang Peng's words at this time, and now his mind is in a mess, and he doesn't even know how to answer Zhang Peng's question.

Zhang Peng's face gradually turned cold, and he said coldly, "Don't understand?"

The drunkard nodded.

Zhang Peng said slowly: "Let me ask you first, do you know the origin of this sword in my hand?"

The drunkard Taoist was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and said: "The once famous Difu Mansion advocated the dusty sword!"

Zhang Peng nodded and said, "That's right, it seems that I am looking for trouble with you, and you are not wronged at all!"

"What does that mean?"

"Because, I am Zhang Chen's son!"

"Hum~"

This explosive news suddenly made the drunkard's mind go blank for a moment.

"You...... You are Zhang Chen's son......"

"Yes, my father is the lord of the underworld, Zhang Chen! Do you know now that there is a grudge between me and you?"

The drunkard only felt that his breathing was very rapid at the moment, and he licked his dry lips with his tongue with difficulty. exclaimed: "Impossible, impossible, Zhang Chen has no son at all, he doesn't even have a home, he doesn't have a wife......"

Saying this, the voice of the drunkard Taoist stopped abruptly. Because he thought of something that made him feel terrible.

He thought of the scene that happened in front of the abyss on the barren mountain outside the underworld building eleven years ago.

At that time, the last conversation between Luo Yuchen and Zhang Chen, who was furious, was about a woman. And Luo Yuchen is probably because of this woman to call on the same family to encircle and suppress the underworld.

Because the drunkard Taoist didn't know the whole conspiracy designed by Luo Yucheng, he still thought that Luo Yuchen's motive was for Luo Tianming, and this woman was only part of the reason. If he knew that the root of all this lies in a woman, I'm afraid that drunkards and Taoists will not participate in this kind of thing!

Thinking of this, the drunkard Taoist had a feeling of being separated from the world at this moment, and he said with difficulty: "What are they talking about?"

"It's my mother!"

"Alas!" Hearing Zhang Peng's confirmation, the drunkard Taoist was like a deflated ball, and suddenly collapsed to the ground. For a while, there was an indescribable bitterness, could this be the will of heaven? He thought of the night in the dense forest outside the Royal Dragon Villa, and he knew why Zhang Peng looked at himself with such hatred, and he also understood that what Zheng Yingjun said in the end was not to report it, and the time had not yet come. It turns out that all this is not because of anyone, who has already sown the evil fruit eleven years ago. And today, the seeds of evil have finally sprouted!

At this moment, Zhang Peng's eyes were a little red, a trace of tears rolled in his eyes, and he muttered: "Eleven years ago, I slaughtered more than 100 people in my underworld, did you have you? Forced my father to jump off the cliff, did you have you? Blood spattered Shura Deacon Yu Yuelai Inn, is there you? These, do you really think that you will do it, do you really think that the sky is blind? I know, I know everything! I want revenge, and you are the first person I want to kill, and I will use your blood to pay tribute to the souls of more than 100 people in my underworld, to avenge my father!"

The drunkard Taoist seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and his eyes were already a little sluggish, but at this moment he actually smiled, laughing so helplessly, laughing so crazy! I still remember the night eleven years ago, when I saw Zhang Chen in a desperate situation, he was so calm and calm.

I thought that all this was pretended, but now that it really comes to my head, I realize how difficult it is to see death as home.

"It's all providence!" the drunkard muttered.

"The sins of heaven are forgivable, but the sins of oneself cannot be lived!"

After Zhang Peng finished speaking, there was no hesitation, and the Ghost Yuan Sword stabbed straight into the heart of the drunkard Taoist.

"Poof!"

The reddened Oni Yuan Sword pierced the heart of the drunkard Daoist, bringing up a stream of crimson blood.

The drunkard Taoist slowly lowered his head, looking at the Ghost Yuan Sword inserted in his chest, with a trace of unwillingness, a trace of reluctance, a trace of remorse, and a trace of imperceptible happiness in his eyes!

"We are all one kind of human being, both good and evil, but some people are just for fame and some for profit, and there is no one who is right or wrong, let alone who is right and who is evil! Which person present is not with other people's blood on his hands, and only people like us who are fickle can live on this killing river and lake, what are the rivers and lakes? The rivers and lakes are happy and hateful, and it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, and if there is kindness, it will be repaid, and if there is a grudge, it will be revenged! I Zhang Chen has been in the rivers and lakes for more than 20 years, and I have not done anything good to benefit the martial arts, nor have I done anything bad to damage the rivers and lakes, but I still kill countless people, and what I believe in is the affairs of the rivers and lakes......!

When the drunkard Taoist was dying before he died, Zhang Chen's last words sounded in his ears, and he muttered: "You're right...... We're all really one kind of person! hands stained with blood...... Yesterday's you...... It's exactly who I am today...... Whose tomorrow will it be?...... Ahem...... Today, I put my life to ...... Got rid of the wrong things I did...... I hope that when I get there, there will be no more such cruel rivers and lakes......"

At the end of his life, the drunkard realizes that perhaps he can be truly liberated.

Looking at the drunkard Taoist who had lost his life in front of him, Zhang Peng didn't have a trace of revenge at the moment, and the two lines of light tears flowed uncontrollably, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Dad!"

"Whoosh!" pulled out the Oni Yuan Sword.

The corpse of the drunkard fell to the ground with a bang!

Zhang Peng carried the Ghost Yuan Sword that was still dripping with blood, and slowly walked out of the inn, and Zheng Yingjun and the others outside the door looked at him with worried eyes.

And Zhang Peng, who didn't pay attention to anyone, walked away alone, he was thinking, thinking about what is right, what is wrong, and what is the real Jianghu......

Seeing Zhang Peng leave like this, Xiao Yajun's eyes were full of worry, and she looked at Zheng Yingjun and asked, "What is the deep hatred between them?"

Zheng Yingjun shook his head slowly and said, "You have to ask him about this matter yourself!"

Hearing Zheng Yingjun say this, Xiao Yajun also stomped his feet anxiously, and then turned around and instructed Yan Qingdao: "You go back with the fat man first!"

After speaking, he chased in the direction where Zhang Peng went without looking back.

At this time, the sky has been white.

Zheng Yingjun first sighed lightly, then shook his head with a smile, and walked into the lobby of the inn, where he saw the drunkard Taoist who was already dead.

"Zheng Ye, what should I do with this person?" asked Liu San.

Zheng Yingjun looked at the corpse of the drunkard and said softly: "Burial it! The grievances and grievances before death will be over when you die! When you are alive, you will find a quiet place for him and let him sleep forever!"

"Come on!" Liu San agreed.

Zheng Yingjun looked at the corpse of the drunkard and said helplessly: "The grievances and grievances are clear! The road is taken by yourself, no wonder others! In the next life, don't be a Jianghu person anymore!"

With that, he turned around and walked out of the inn.

Looking at Zheng Yingjun's distant back and the subordinates of the Burial Sword Tower who were busy cleaning up the mess. Yan Qing was a little stunned at the moment, and sighed secretly in her heart: "This person who buried the Sword Tower is really not a mediocre person!"

Outside Luoyang City, there is a lake, called Wanxi Lake, according to legend, it was once a lake formed by countless streams, so it was named Wanxi Lake.

It's just that there is no shadow of half a stream anymore, only a pool of water, which is still so clear and pleasant.

Many literati and writers in Luoyang City, talented and beautiful women often come here in the late spring to talk about the past and the present, and recite poems against each other.

However, at this time, it is late autumn, and the lake is very cool, so there are very few people here!

On a rock by the lake, a lonely figure sits with a sword beside it.

Xiao Yajun ran all the way to him and saw Zhang Peng's back before stopping. calmed his breath a little, and then walked towards Zhang Peng.

Standing behind Zhang Peng, Xiao Yajun also raised his eyes to look at Wanxi Lake in the early morning, and suddenly felt that this place was actually picturesque, which calmed people's hearts.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Peng asked without looking back. There was no trace of emotion in his voice, as if he was speaking to a stone.

"Why can't I come?"

Xiao Yajun snorted, and then stepped to sit next to Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng turned his head to look at Xiao Yajun, and his unusually pale face startled Xiao Yajun.

"Peng, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Peng shook his head slightly, then picked up a stone and threw it towards the lake.

"What kind of enmity do you have with the monk?"

"I don't want to mention that, can I?"

Xiao Yajun nodded slowly, although her heart was full of doubts about this, she didn't say anything more.

"Yajun, you were born in the Imperial Dragon Villa, and the status of the Imperial Dragon Villa in the rivers and lakes is naturally needless to say, that is extraordinary! Can you tell me, what exactly are the rivers and lakes?"

Hearing Zhang Peng's question, Xiao Yajun, who was about to open his mouth, suddenly stopped his mouth. Then he thought for a while, and then said, "I'll read you a limerick poem!"

Zhang Peng frowned and looked at Xiao Yajun, he didn't understand why Xiao Yajun was reciting poetry at this time.

Xiao Yajun rolled her eyes, and then said with a smile: "Listen well! I have several fame and fortune in my hand, and I don't have to worry about ruining my future." If the evergreen who lives to stay is here, the gentleman will not take revenge for ten years. Smiling and not knowing people, groveling and secretly worried, hiding a knife in the cotton and not out of the sheath, just because it is not a good time. On the table, I am deceitful. I'd rather live in poverty than set foot in the rivers and lakes!"

After speaking, Xiao Yajun looked at Zhang Peng with a smile, and Zhang Peng was slightly stunned, and then laughed.

"What a good one, I'd rather live a poor life than set foot in the rivers and lakes! You wrote this limerick poem?"

Xiao Yajun nodded with a smile and said, "How is it?"

Zhang Peng said with a smile: "Yes, yes, Xiao Gongzi is so literate! I really can't imagine that you have only been in and out of the rivers and lakes for a few years, and you will have such a unique view of the rivers and lakes!"

After hearing this, Xiao Yajun frowned and said, "What you said is exactly the same as what my father said!"

Zhang Peng asked: "Who is the owner of this Royal Dragon Mountain Villa?"

"He's a hero! a big hero that everyone admires on the rivers and lakes!" Xiao Yajun said proudly.

Zhang Peng also smiled and nodded.

Xiao Yajun looked at Zhang Peng and asked, "What about your father?"

"My dad?"

Hearing Xiao Yajun ask about his father, Zhang Peng was also slightly stunned, he thought of Zhang Chen, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes again.

Xiao Yajun said slowly: "I guess your father is definitely a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes! Just now in the inn, I heard your father's scream so sad!"

Zhang Peng smiled lightly and said slowly: "My father, I don't know who he is in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, he is the best father in this world!

Xiao Yajun looked at Zhang Peng blankly, and muttered, "To be honest, I'm really curious about you!"

Zhang Peng looked at Xiao Yajun, who was staring at him, his heartbeat showed signs of slightly accelerating, and he hurriedly grinned and said, "Yajun, I'll also make a limerick poem for you!"

"Okay! Look at the style of the owner of the dignified Burial Sword Tower."

After that, Xiao Yajun looked at Zhang Peng with interest.

Zhang Peng laughed, then stood up, shook his head and began to sing: "In the big courtyard on the high mountain, there are ghosts and gods. The quirky little girl is difficult to do things by mistake. wanted to find a beautiful woman for his brother, but unexpectedly amorous and white. It's difficult, it's difficult, it's difficult, and it's embarrassing for a woman to dress up as a man. Limerick poems talk about the rivers and lakes, and every word is not a string. Childe is too embarrassed to twist, bury Xiao Yajun in the sword building!haha......"

After speaking, Zhang Peng immediately ran towards Luoyang City.

"Okay! You bastard, you stop me! Tell me clearly, what is too embarrassing!" Xiao Yajun also chased after Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng giggled all the way, the haze of Shicai has now been thrown away, and now he has to hurry back, you must know that there are still five captives of the Flying Emperor Castle in the Burial Sword Tower!

In the city of Luoyang, in the burial sword building.

At this moment, in the Sword Hall, Zheng Yingjun and Yan Qing were sitting next to them, while Liu San was standing below with a group of subordinates, and Shangguan Haitang and the four elders of Luohua Liushui were tied up and surrounded in the middle.

At this moment, Shangguan Mu Haitang and the others have not yet relieved the toxicity of cartilage powder, and they have all been pointed by Zheng Yingjun, and they can't move.

Shangguan Haitang looked at Zheng Yingjun and said, "What do you want to do?

Zheng Yingjun pouted, and then said with a smile: "Why, didn't you hear it just now?

Hearing this, the faces of the five Shangguan Haitang changed.

"But it doesn't matter, the so-called seeker has a share! Wait a minute, I'll send you to see him myself!" Zheng Yingjun said with a smile. The fat on his face became even more uncomfortable against the backdrop of this lewd smile.

Luo ruthlessly, who had a fiery personality, shouted: "Junior, don't do something wrong and regret it for the rest of your life!"

Zheng Yingjun put his foot on the table next to him, and asked with a smile: "Old thing, are you scaring me? In my life, I don't know what regret is, why don't you teach me!"

Luo ruthlessly shouted: "Don't talk to you with your flamboyant tongue, quickly ask Zhang Peng to come out to see me! You can't be the master, I want to talk to him face to face!"

"Who is going to tell me to my face?"

A voice came from outside the door, and then I saw Zhang Peng and Xiao Yajun walking in with a faint smile on their faces.

"I said, where have you been, let's wait!" Zheng Yingjun said dissatisfiedly.

Zhang Peng shook his head with a smile, and then walked straight to the top of the sword hall.

After sitting down, he looked at the five people below and asked, "I'm here, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

Zheng Yingjun also echoed: "Yes, aren't you looking for the landlord?

Zheng Yingjun said as if he was an executioner, which made everyone present laugh. Of course, except for Shangguan Haitang, there are five people.

Xiao Yajun said: "Don't mind, our Zheng Ye of the Burial Sword Building is notoriously bad-tempered, and I heard you say just now that he can't be the master, but he can make him angry! So, when you speak, it's best to say it to the point, don't say too many useless words, otherwise even the owner of the Zhang Mansion can't guarantee your safety!

Facing Xiao Yajun's words, Zheng Yingjun smiled, arched his hand at Xiao Yajun, and said, "It's easy to say!

The people laughed again.