The man in black took the opportunity to spill a large avenue of white lime, clearly trying to escape.

The Divine Flying Sword turned back instantly, and the cold sword qi cleared the white mist, but the man in black was gone without a trace.

Dou Changan's palm turned, and the spirit flew back into his hand, while Bai Yun took a big stride and was about to chase after him, Dou Changan grabbed him, and said with a casual expression: "Don't chase, you've already run away, besides, what's the use of catching up with your realm? Although he is injured, it is more than enough to deal with you, a crooked melon and cracked date." ”

Seeing the murderer fleeing under his nose, Bai Yun's expression changed from anger to gloom: "Senior Dou, you can kill him, but why do you want him to escape?"

Dou Changan threw the god back to Bai Yun, and said in an extremely strange tone: "Thank you first, you look up to me Dou someone so highly, and I don't look at me Dou someone is an out-of-gas sword god." ”

Bai Yun wanted to speak and stopped.

Dou Changan eased his expression and returned to normal, and said casually: "I only said that I would send you down to Jiangnan, but I didn't say that I would help you kill people, heart disease still needs heart medicine, you have to kill your own heart demons, this can cure the disease, where is there a reason to let others kill the heart demons for you, besides, are you afraid that he will not come back and ask you for ice souls?"

Dou Changan suddenly remembered something, his gas state suddenly became lifeless, and he walked quickly towards Leng Qinghan, whose face was bleak, and the son who fell to the ground also rolled and crawled, prostrate on the ground and hugged the hand of the man who was sitting cross-legged in a pool of blood.

Dou Changan wanted to help Leng Qinghan up, but after thinking about it, he sat cross-legged with him instead.

Leng Qinghan showed a dry smile: "Dou Xian'er, Dou Xian'er, it's really amazing, you don't just have the realm of Taifeng." ”

Dou Changan also smiled, but it was difficult to hide the sadness in it: "Almost." ”

"Daddy, are you all right? The boy is going to get the best doctor in the city this time. The son, who looked like Leng Qinghan, burst into tears.

Leng Qinghan waved his hand weakly and said, "No need. ”

"Lao Han, you also know that what I Dou Changan hates the most in my life is those duckweed who let their fate drift with the tide, I don't want you to be that kind of person, you are comfortable, thinking about just kicking your feet and leaving this mess with thousands of holes for your children, so I rushed to see Lord Yama? How many pots of osmanthus do you still owe Lao Tzu, you weigh it yourself, if you don't pay it off, you can try to go down there and see if Lord Yama will send you to the eighteenth layer of hell. Dou Chang'an chattered, his hands pointed at the two cold acupuncture points respectively, and said to Bai Yun: "Boy, don't be stunned, hurry up and press his Shenque Acupoint and Qi Sea Acupoint behind the Mansion Master." ”

Baiyun clay sculpture came back to his senses like a wood carving, hurriedly came to the mansion master and sat down cross-legged, holding down these two acupuncture points.

Peng Bai's tidal internal force poured into Leng Qinghan's body, but his face became more and more pale.

"Dad, what's wrong with you, don't scare the child!" the young man trembled.

"Dad, it's fine. Leng Qinghan sighed softly, calm as water: "Dou Chang'an, Dou Xian'er, forget it, don't waste your efforts, the man in black."

The destruction of my dantian qi sea has shattered my heart, and Rao is Daluo Immortal has no power to return to the sky. ”

Dou Changan turned a deaf ear, and still meticulously injected internal force into Leng Qinghan.

Leng Qinghan wanted to continue, but suddenly coughed, and a stream of heat rushed up his throat, spitting out a mouthful of blood that had accumulated for a long time.

Dou Changan's clothes were dyed dark red, but he was sitting like a pine, and his eyebrows never wrinkled.

At this time, the Washington maid also came to Leng Qinghan's side, she didn't say a word, but tears like pearls soaked that beautiful face.

Leng Qinghan looked happy, and said with a smile: "Dou Xian'er, accompany me to drink the last pot of osmanthus?"

"You don't have it in the house, you are destined to not be able to drink this last cup of osmanthus. Dou Changan's eyes flickered, and he said in a conclusive tone.

Leng Qinghan smiled freely, and looked at the maid in Huafu: "Yu Yan, you go and get my pot of private osmanthus flowers, go and come back quickly." ”

Leng Qinghan's voice was lowered slightly, his lips began to turn purple and black little by little, and he moved the corners of his mouth and said: "I thought that when you left, I would send you the pot of osmanthus to satisfy your hunger, in order to practice the left-handed swordsmanship wholeheartedly, I have been abstaining from alcohol for a long time, this time I will give you half of the osmanthus and have a good drink with you." ”

A moment later, the maid in the costume came back with a jar of osmanthus wine in her arms.

Leng Qinghan stretched out his trembling hand, and after taking over the wine jar, he gently grabbed Dou Changan's wrist, the whole movement was particularly pale, and he said with a smile: "Forget it." ”

Dou Changan had mixed feelings, and after being late for a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand.

Leng Qinghan pretended to be shaken, patted open the mud seal of the wine jar, and took the lead in taking a sip.

The faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers spreads, like an indescribable gloom that spreads little by little.

"You and I will say goodbye. Leng Qinghan didn't have a ripple and said calmly.

Dou Changan, who has always been cold-hearted, slowly raised his head, in a trance, and made eye contact with this old friend who had just entered the Taifeng realm but was about to return by crane, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be a little annoyed and let go of the man in black.

Dou Changan was like a fish in his throat, probably because he felt that hypocrisy did not conform to his style, so he didn't say a word, raised the wine jar and drank the authentic Jiangnan osmanthus that he had been hungry for a long time, but it was so tasteless and unpleasant.

Although Leng Qinghan was weak, he was always smiling, he turned his head again, and said in a kind tone to the son who was crying: "Li Chuan, don't cry. ”

The young man named Leng Lichuan still fell to the ground and wept silently.

Leng Qinghan smiled calmly: "Dad knows that you are not good at dancing knives and guns since you were a child, but after Dad is gone, the beams of the Leng family will have to be carried by you, Dad has studied left-handed swordsmanship for 20 years, and it is considered a death without regrets if you can enter the Taifeng realm before you die." ”

"Daddy, you're not going to die! Leng Lichuan rolled up.

Leng Qinghan firmly grasped Leng Lichuan's hand, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said extremely weakly: "Twenty years have passed in a flash, and in order to comprehend the left-handed swordsmanship left by that old immortal, my father has never been with me

You talk about wine, this Jiangnan is as tender as water, and our father and son have never gone to take a walk together, but now it's a pity to think about it. ”

Leng Lichuan cried bitterly, clenched Leng Qinghan's palm, and choked up: "Dad, when your injuries are healed, let's go again." ”

Leng Qinghan shook his head and said, "I'm afraid Dad won't be able to go on a tour with you." ”

Leng Lichuan also shook his head vigorously and cried into tears.

Leng Qinghan's demeanor became more and more sleepy and weak, and he was already half-squinting at this time: "Dad didn't dare to say that he had drilled out the mysterious experience of left-handed swordsmanship, but he also touched the skin of left-handed swordsmanship, and sorted out some unique experiences about left-handed swordsmanship, if you have the heart to learn swords, go to Dad's study to take a look, there is a left-handed swordsmanship on the table, if you don't have a mind, it doesn't matter, pass this handbook to the Leng children who are interested in practicing." ”

It seems that the man who is terminally ill and blind beckons to the maid in fancy clothes who is crying on the side, and the maid in fancy clothes wipes away the tears from the corners of her eyes and squats down.

Leng Qinghan nodded with satisfaction: "Yu Yan, when you came to our Leng Mansion at the age of three, I will treat you as my own daughter, the grievances between the Leng family and the Nangong family should not even involve you, this river and lake, right and wrong, the tide is surging, don't mix your daughter's family anymore, fade out of the rivers and lakes to find a wishful man, live a small life in peace and stability, during the Qingming Festival, don't forget to come to my grave to toast a glass of wine, so that I can see if my son-in-law looks unsatisfactory." ”

The maid in the costume shook her head vigorously, tears welling up: "Yu Yan has no father or mother since she was a child, she was born as a Leng family member and died as a ghost of the Leng family. ”

Bai Yun was sour and unspeakable, and sighed secretly, he couldn't imagine that the maid in fancy clothes had the same bleak background as himself, but what made him even more sad was the current situation when the lord of the Leng family mansion returned to the light.

Leng Qinghan smiled bitterly a few times with a piercing cough, probably because he felt that he couldn't convince this stubborn woman, turned his head again, looked over the courtyard of the ruined house, and said to Leng Lichuan: "The grudge between the Leng family and the Nangong family will be written off tonight, and the relationship between the Leng family and the Nangong family will also be cut off tonight, you don't have to avenge your father, and you don't have to track down the man in black, the only thing my father hopes is that you can be a chic person, and you don't have to carry the mountain of revitalizing the Mo family for the rest of your life like your father." ”

Leng Lichuan cried so much that his face was red and swollen, he raised his head weakly, but his eyes flashed with light, and he said without moving: "Dad, I will definitely revive the Mo family." ”

Leng Qinghan nodded, smiled comfortably, and slowly looked at the golden armor and said: "Li Chuan, Bai Yun Shaoxia has done the Leng family a great favor and awakened this sleeping golden armor, you have to write down this kindness, if he needs help in the future, you have to return this love even if you are liver and brain." ”

Bai Yun was slightly stunned, and he stopped talking, he pressed the two acupuncture points of Leng Qinghan with both hands, and he could clearly feel Leng Qinghan shivering.

"Remember, child. Leng Lichuan closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look at the man whose face was as white as rice paper.

"Is there any wine left?" asked Leng Qinghan, with his black lips.

Dou Changan shook the wine bottle, and the sound of the wine was pleasing to the eye: "Good to go." ”

cold

Qing Han took the wine jar, smiled freely, and drank the last sip of Jiangnan osmanthus flowers.

Boom! The jar of wine slipped down the cracks in his hand, turning into rubble, and the weary cold fell asleep.

"Daddy!"

After the battle between the two veins of the Mo family, Changsheng Town returned to silence, and the mysterious and deep nameless mansion became a ruin overnight.

Some people say that they saw a lot of immortals last night, fighting on the top of the sky, the lights are intertwined and dazzling, and some people say that the old gods who have attained immortality in Changsheng Town and have ascended to the sainthood have returned to their hometown, which is a good omen that is rare to see in a hundred years, and they immediately summoned many friends in the town to worship at the former site of the old immortals' ascension.

There are also some fish and shrimp who have been immersed in the rivers and lakes, and the ups and downs are not famous, and they boldly guess that this nameless mansion is actually a declining sect, and the reason why they live in seclusion in Changsheng Town is to avoid trouble and avoid the enemy, and most of the great changes last night were found by the enemy, and the whole mansion was turned inside and outAlthough the buildings in the mansion are not luxurious and beautiful, they occupy an extremely wide area, and the disciples in the mansion are cleaning up the ruined houses after the storm last night.

Some cautious and gossip people noticed the plaque hanging on the beam, so the news of this mansion surnamed Leng spread far and wide, and there were even elderly old people in the town who spoke amazingly, saying that the mansion surnamed Leng was one of the branches of the Great Song Dynasty State Religion, the Leng family.

There are all kinds of speculations about the true identity of the Leng Mansion, and it swept the entire Changsheng Town in less than half an hour, but the gossip has no wind and waves, after all, no one dares to conclude that the Leng Clan's mansion hidden in Changsheng Town is one of the branches of the Mo family.

On weekdays, spittle splashed, and Dou Changan, who was gushing endlessly, was silent, and slowly walked through the long street of Changsheng Town.

Bai Yun, who held an ebony wooden sword in his hand, followed behind, and his heart fluctuated as he looked at the embarrassed back.

(End of chapter)

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