Fu Yan smiled and said, "Did you change this dress for me?"

He Wenyue hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no!x"

"Really?"

He Wenyueqiao's face flushed, slapped her palm directly on the seat, and said loudly: "What are you doing then!"

Fu Yan hurriedly shrank his head and whispered, "Isn't this afraid that you will take advantage of me!"

"Who is rare!" He Wenyue turned her head and did not speak.

Fu Yan said: "Why don't you take the jade seal of the First Emperor?"

He Wenyue slowly turned her head and said with a smile: "You want to give it to me?"

Fu Yan shook his head.

"That's it, hypocrisy!"

Fu Yan sighed and said, "Because this thing doesn't belong to me either!

He Wenyue said: "Don't say those nice things, where are you going to send this thing?"

"Hangzhou!"

"Where is Hangzhou?"

Fu Yan shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know about this, I guess someone will find me then." ”

He Wenyue said: "Your journey is not easy to walk. ”

Fu Yan frowned and said, "Although I didn't hear it very clearly, I still seemed to hear that Kong Chuhe and Yin Zun made a bet!"

He Wenyue said: "Yin Zun just said that if you lose, the Qishi Mansion will not hunt you down, but it doesn't mean that other forces won't come to rob you." ”

"What do you mean?" Fu Yan said, "In addition to Qishi Mansion, there are other forces?"

He Wenyue said: "Qishi Mansion is far from being as simple as you think, what four kings, six lords and eight immortals, these are all on the surface, and I don't know how many forces there are in secret!"

Fu Yan frowned tightly and drank the porridge one by one.

He Wenyue said: "Do you know that on the day of your duel with Qinglong, out of the Qishi Mansion, there were more than a dozen Dongying ninjas who dared to come. ”

"I didn't see it!"

He Wenyue said: "That's because they all died halfway, and I don't know which side of the people and horses were killed?"

"More than a dozen masters, just killed like this?" Fu Yan's eyes widened suddenly.

He Wenyue said: "There are more than ten earth ninjas, and among them, there is a leading heavenly ninja, Kimura Kamezo!"

"Heavenly forbearance!" Fu Yan suddenly jumped up: "Who killed them?"

He Wenyue seemed to have a strange light in his eyes, and said slowly: "Yin!"

"Yin Shah!" Fu Yan frowned tightly, and an ethereal figure suddenly came to mind again, the number one killer, Dust, this person has the strength to kill the methodists!

"After the death of so many masters, Guiri Valley will not give up. He Wenyue sighed: "Yin Sha They can't find Yin Sha again, I guess they can only find you, anyway, they robbed the jade seal together." ”

Fu Yan was speechless for a while, and said helplessly: "It seems that I have become a Tang monk, take a Western Scripture, and all kinds of demons and monsters will appear." ”

"Tang Seng?"

Fu Yan waved his hand and said, "You don't know, so will you follow me?"

"You think it's beautiful!" He Wenyue said with a smile: "Follow you, protect you, Yang Zun can kill me." ”

Fu Yan hurriedly said: "By the way, you have shown mercy to my subordinates many times, and you don't blame the Qishi Mansion side, right?"

He Wenyue sighed: "Why didn't you blame me? If it weren't for Yang Zun protecting me, Yin Zun would have killed me a long time ago." ”

"Yang Zun protects you?"

He Wenyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled: "He is my master." ”

"Ahem!" Fu Yan said: "It's so big, it's no wonder that he is at the peak of the Grandmaster before he is forty years old!"

He Wenyue was shocked when she heard this, and her willow eyebrows immediately rose, and she glared: "The surname is Fu! Who are you talking about forty years old!"

"I say less than forty!"

"Get out! Don't mention forty! The old lady is only sixteen years old! Twenty-eight years old!"

Speaking of this, He Wenyue laughed herself, suddenly took out a small yellowed book, and said, "I'll leave this to you." ”

Fu Yan looked down and saw that this book was extremely thin, only about a dozen pages, and the five large characters on the cover were extremely ancient, and they were "innate creation skills".

Fu Yan took it and put it in his arms, this innate creation skill is extremely powerful, and it is also one of the supreme Taoist methods, and you must have time to understand it.

But is there time?

He smiled slightly, stood up slowly, looked out the window at the sunny day, the bamboo trees were green, and sighed: "In such a good weather, I still have to lift my sword and kill people." ”

He Wenyue said: "Do you remember more than two months ago?"

"What?"

He Wenyue said: "What did you say in my home?"

Fu Yan smiled and said, "You want to marry me?"

"Phew!" He Wenyue snorted lightly and said, "I said, you said a word." ”

"I've said a lot. ”

He Wenyue's eyes seemed to be confused, and she said, "You said, you haven't practiced martial arts three years ago, but now you can slash the peak of the realm. You want me to believe in you, sooner or later, one day, you can kill Yin Zun. ”

Fu Yan nodded slowly.

He Wenyue said with a smile: "I didn't believe it at the time, but after less than three months, you actually broke through the three realms in a row, reached the middle stage of the grandmaster, and even killed the green dragon across the border. ”

Fu Yan was silent, all this was so easy to say, but during this period, there was a danger of death almost every day.

He Wenyue said: "Do you know? The rivers and lakes are boiling, and a twenty-one-year-old grandmaster was born out of thin air and killed Qinglong, the peak master of the grandmaster. Your name, Fu Remnant, has spread all over the rivers and lakes! Up to the two statues of Yin and Yang in Qishi Mansion, the master of Qingcheng Mountain, the abbot of Xuanmi Temple, down to the pawns of the peddlers, ****, no one doesn't know your name!"

"Famous rivers and lakes!" Fu Yan said softly, and suddenly looked at the southwest, where was the lonely mountain.

Fu Yan realized that the promise he made to Chu Luo'er at the beginning had finally been fulfilled!

He Wenyue said: "The moment you kill the green dragon, I will appear, you are right, you can do it! As long as you are given time, you will definitely be able to kill Yin Zun!"

Fu Yan smiled: "Did your promise count back then?"

"What promise, I—I don't know......" He Wenyue slowly lowered her head, and a touch of blush couldn't help but float on her face.

Fu Yan looked at her expression, couldn't help laughing wildly, lifted the Wind Breaking Sword, took the jade seal into his arms, and said, "Wait for me!"

As he spoke, he strode out of the hut he was so attached to.

He Wenyue said loudly: "Don't die!"

Fu Yan stumbled, almost fell to the ground, and roared angrily: "Stinky girl, I won't say anything nice!"

A chuckle came from behind him, and Fu Yan didn't look back.

He didn't dare look back because he knew someone was watching him.

He was afraid that once he turned back, he couldn't help but stay, he really liked this place too much.

The rivers and lakes are far away, and we must fight and walk, but we must not stop!

Because he has already walked this path, he can no longer stop.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

No matter how attached he is, how tired he is, he must persevere.

How difficult and dangerous it is to go to Hangzhou, pick up a sword and cut through thorns to open a desperate road, life and death are destined, don't ask where the future is.

The rivers and lakes are green mountains, the desperate road and the water flow for a long time, and one person travels the world, only a sword and wine.

So Fu Yan bought wine, twenty years of good wine, singing all the way, drunk all the way. Treading the river and turning the mountain, crossing the village and passing through the town, breaking the wind and the long sword, red and white, white and red.

Evil is spread all over the world, and right and wrong are in the world. The end of the world is long, free and easy, there are enemies to kill the enemy, there is revenge, no matter how much gossip is geometric, Mo Dao is sad and troubled can hurt his body.

Along the way, wind and rain are common, rainbows are hard to find, and drifting has long been used to it.

Between the green mountains, on the path, Fu Yan walked in stride, the black clothes on his body were already stained with blood, but the Wind Breaking Sword was still extremely bright.

The narrow path leads straight to the sky, there is no end in sight, on the left is the towering green mountain, on the right is also the towering green mountain, and at the end of the path, where the heaven and earth meet, three tall figures stand quietly.

They stood in a row in front of them, with white cloth tied to their foreheads, and long swords in their right hands, and their eyes were cold.

How many batches are these? I don't know, I haven't counted them.

Because Fu Chuan only remembers friends, not dead people.

Every day, there are people waiting for them at various intersections, sometimes one, sometimes a group, these are of course righteous people in the rivers and lakes, with the ideal of upholding the right and eliminating the evil, punishing the evil and promoting the good.

It's a good thing to be full of blood, but it's a pity that it's too stupid.

Fu Yan slowly pulled out the Wind Breaking Sword and strode over.

The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast, and between the inaccessible green mountains, it is about to bleed.

And this bit of blood can't change anything at all.

The three of them didn't speak, because they didn't have to speak, they had already decided that Fu Yan was the devil, and they were only here to kill people.

Fu Yan didn't speak, because if someone wanted to kill him, he wouldn't show mercy.

The first person strode towards Fu Remnant, suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and stabbed straight towards Fu Remnant.

The wind was howling, Fu Yan passed by him, and strode forward.

The man, on the other hand, froze in place, and then slowly collapsed, blood trickling down his throat.

And the thick blood does not affect the truly courageous people.

The second person suddenly pulled out his long sword and walked over again, there was only killing intent in his eyes, no justice!

It is difficult to distinguish between good and evil in this world, some people kill people for profit, some people kill for feelings, and some people kill people just for the sake of killing.

The person in front of him may have been motivated by justice, but at this moment, he only has the intent to kill! Kill himself! Of course, he can be famous all over the world!

Anyone who kills a demon with a notorious reputation all over the world can be famous all over the world!

And then there's endless admiration and money!

He strode forward, and then turned into running, running, roaring, and the long sword suddenly slashed at the top of Fu Yan's head.

Of course, there is no room for leeway! Kill demons, of course, you must be ruthless!

Even if he can't bear it a little, Fu Yan may spare his life.

It's a pity that he has already drawn his sword!

So Fu Yan also took out his sword!

There was no clanging, only the sound of a sword grazing against his throat.

They couldn't even touch Fu Yan's sword!

Another figure fell, slamming heavily on the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness!

Of course, the unwillingness is not that he failed to punish the adulterers and eliminate the evil, but that he died without being famous all over the world.

The last person panicked, he had the same courage and determination before, but now he was already panicking.

He screamed, kept backing away, then turned his head and fled!

He exclaimed, "Sooner or later, you will be condemned by heaven! You have killed so many people! You will be punished!"

Fu Yan's figure flashed, and he came directly to him, smiled slightly, and said: "Killing one person is killing, killing countless people is also killing! The sky is not as blind as you!"

"No, don't kill me, I, I'm a good person! they, they pulled me hard!"

The frightened trembling voice kept shouting, Fu Yan smiled slightly, the long sword flashed, and a human head had already landed.

Brief screams resounded through the wilderness, sounding especially terrifying.

But Fu Yan was used to it, and in the past few days, he didn't know how many people he had killed.

Even, there are women among them.

He watched as the blood dripped from the sword, and the Wind Breaking Sword became bright again, and there was no unbearability in his eyes.

He slowly turned his head, looked at the green mountains, and continued to walk.

Hangzhou, still far away.

There are still quite a few people, on the road ahead, waiting for themselves.