The rain stopped.

The clouds have cleared, the morning glow has dawned, and the air in the forest is moist and fresh.

The droplets of water gently rolled on the blades of grass, reflecting the shadow of the morning sun, becoming delicate and clear.

Tang Yelin stood in the forest with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at everything in front of him.

He stood motionless, letting the dew wet the ends of his hair and chill his clothes.

A mist rose in the forest, and soon the distant scenery disappeared, staining everything in front of it a milky white.

Isn't this just like the present one, who can't see the past clearly, and can't see the future.

He raised his hand, flipped his palm, and a golden knife appeared in his palm.

It was this little golden knife that gave him everything he wanted.

But the knife wasn't his, he had found it back in his room after the fire last night.

Someone had placed the golden knife at the head of his bed, along with a note.

So here he came, to this ruined temple in the deep forest.

The half-decayed statue of the mountain god stared at him with the only remaining eye, and there was no sorrow or joy on his face.

A sound of footsteps sounded in the depths of the fog, and Tang Yelin's spirits perked up, staring intently at the direction from which the voice came.

Well, come on, it's time to put an end to this!

He had had this premonition a long time ago, a premonition of how it was going to end.

He began to have this premonition, it was when Emei sent people to Xingshi to ask for guilt, and from then on, he knew that he had been betrayed.

But he didn't want to believe that the person he trusted the most, the one who had been helping him, could have betrayed him?

It wasn't until the heavy rain last night that he had awakened the hallucination that he had been deceiving himself for a long time, and when the thunderbolt flashed through the sky, he saw the face clearly.

The face he once trusted the most, but it stood on the opposite side of him.

He stood in the rain, shivering, not from the cold, but from fear.

Because in this world, only that person knows his weaknesses best.

So he left the disciple beside him and rushed back to his room, only to see the golden knife and the note.

That's all.

A vague figure stepped out of the mist.

Tang Yelin said: "You are here." ”

The man said, "I'm coming." ”

When Tang Yelin heard that voice, he was shocked, and he suddenly found that what appeared in front of him was not the person he thought he was at all, but a person he never imagined would appear here.

"Is that you!?" he said.

"It's me. "Looks like it's time for us to have a good chat." ”

The fog cleared, and the sun shone into the valley again.

Tang Yelin only felt that the fog in his heart was gradually dissipating.

Their conversation soon ended, and their voices drifted out of the ruined temple into the valley, scattered without a trace.

Before the man left, Tang Yelin couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure?"

The man pondered for a moment, then chuckled softly, "If I say I'm sure, I'm going to lie to you." ”

Tang Yelin nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

"No need. The man took a few steps and then stopped.

"Is there anything else?" asked Tang Yelin.

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "No matter what, live!"

Tang Yelin smiled, the easiest thing in the world is to die, and the hardest thing is to live.

He walked back along the mountain road, which was long, and he walked very slowly.

But no matter how long the mountain road is, no matter how slow it is, there will eventually come to an end.

Tang Yeyun was waiting for him at the end.

Tang Yeyun's figure is still the same, but his appearance has become ugly. His exposed skin was pitted and covered in bug-like scars.

Although he survived and recovered from his injuries, he still paid the price for what he had done.

But what made Tang Yelin happy was that his younger brother had reined in a lot after that lesson, and he was no longer the rampant little boy he was at the beginning.

"Brother. Seeing his brother come back, Tang Yeyun hurried up, "Master Fajue and Cangsong Zhenren have arrived, and there are also the heads of many major factions such as Qingcheng, Diancang, and Huashan, who are all waiting for you at the front door." ”

Tang Yelin nodded, "I know, I'll go over now." ”

"Brother. Tang Yeyun stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Tang Yelin stopped.

Tang Yeyun walked over, stared at him and asked, "What the hell is going on?" First Emei, then Shaolin and Wudang, half of the sects in the world have come to our door. ”

Tang Yelin avoided his gaze and was silent.

"Door Master!" Tang Yeyun said loudly, "What's going on here?

"You know, I'll tell you. Tang Yelin said lightly.

Tang Yeyun lowered his head, he didn't want his brother to see the disappointment in his eyes.

Tang Yelin sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly said, "Yeyun, if I die, you will succeed you as the head of the Tang Sect." ”

Tang Yeyun raised his head at a loss, he didn't know why his brother would suddenly say such a thing.

Tang Yelin didn't care about the doubts he revealed, and continued to say in a deep voice: "Remember, no matter what happens, the Tang Sect will always be the Tang Sect of my Tang family, and it can only be the Tang Sect of my Tang family!"

Tang Yeyun saw the pleading in his brother's eyes, he swallowed all the questions back into his stomach and nodded vigorously.

"Good. Tang Yelin patted him on the shoulder, "Now, let's go and meet those martial arts celebrities for a while!"

The main entrance of Tangjiabao.

This was originally the place that could best show the majesty of the Tang Gate, whether it was the gatehouse that hid the mystery, or the wall that was six or seven zhang high, it showed the inviolable majesty.

But at the moment, it seems a bit nondescript here.

The brocade guards with fresh clothes lined up on the right side, holding a divine crossbow in their hands and an embroidered spring knife hanging from their waists. All of them looked solemn and murderous.

On the left are many martial arts people, the heads of various sects and the good players in the door are among them, although the murderous spirit is not inferior to the Jinyi Guard, but in terms of momentum, it is obviously a little weaker than the uniform Jinyi Guard.

Master Fajue, Cangsong Zhenren and the commander Sanren stood side by side at the front, quietly looking at the door of the main entrance.

Confronting them were many disciples in Tangjiabao, who didn't know what was going on, so in addition to anger, their faces were more dazed.

Tang Qi stood in the crowd, his palms were already covered with cold sweat, although there were many unexpected situations in the whole thing, but he was standing here today, he had already succeeded ninety percent.

He looked around, Xue Qing, Feng Lilong, and Lu Qiao'er were all there, but there was one less jade free.

At such an important moment, where did Yu Yaoyao go?

He asked Feng Lilong, but Feng Lilong said, "I'm not his old man, how do I know where he went." ”

Before he could think about it, he heard a commotion in the crowd.

Tang Yelin came out.

Tang Yelin stood at the door, scanning the group of people in front of him.

Are they the ones who will destroy me?

Thinking like this, he still clenched his fists, "You have come from afar, I don't know what you are doing?"

Fa Jue took a step forward and said, "Amitabha." Master Tang, I came here for two things. ”

Tang Yelin said: "Master, please speak." ”

Fa Jue said: "First, I hope that the Tang Sect Master can release the besieged martial arts people and relieve them of the poison. ”

"This is easy to say," Tang Yelin said, "as long as they promise not to trouble my Tang Sect again, I will naturally let them go." ”

"That's very good. Fa Jue nodded and said, "The second thing is to hope that the Tang Sect can hand over the Golden Dao Lao Liu." ”

Hearing this name, whether it was the martial arts people outside the door or the Tang disciples inside the door, they all became in an uproar.

Tang Yelin said with a smile: "I also want to become a master, but it's a pity that I don't have this person in my door." ”

Cangsong Zhenren stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Tang Yelin, now that the matter has happened, do you still want to quibble!"

Tang Yelin said: "I don't understand. If you want to find the Golden Knife Lao Liu, you should go to the Liuhe Dao to find it, what do you want to do when you come to my Tang Sect to show off your martial arts?"

The commander also stood up, pointed at Tang Yelin with his hand, and said, "Because you, Tang Yelin, are the sixth golden knife elder!"

Tang Yelin burst out laughing, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

It's coming, it's finally coming.

Tang Yeyun stood up from behind his brother and said, "Everyone, my Tang Sect has been established for hundreds of years, although I am not a famous family, but I can't tolerate such slander. ”

The commander smiled: "Whether it is slander or not, you will know when you ask." As he spoke, he looked into the crowd.

Tang Qi silently walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the door.

Tang Yelin looked at him quietly, like the statue in the broken temple, without sorrow or joy.

"Sure enough, it's you. He said lightly.

"Senior brother. Tang Qi still called him by his old name, "Don't be wrong anymore, admit it." ”

"Wrong?" Tang Yelin shook his head with a wry smile and said, "The only thing I did wrong was to believe in you. ”

Tang Qi pointed to the people behind him, "Now that the matter has been revealed, it's useless to hold on any longer, do you still want to involve the Tang Sect disciples behind you?"

Tang Yelin's expression stiffened slightly, and he didn't dare to look back at the eyes of those behind him.

He was afraid that if he saw it, there would really be nothing.

Tang Qidao: "As long as you are willing to admit your identity and dissolve the Liuhe Dao, no one will shed any more blood." ”

Tang Yelin looked at him, his eyes became very strange, "Bleeding?" he asked, "Whose blood is bleeding?" is it your blood, or mine?"

"Senior brother!" Tang Qi pleaded, "Why are you bothered?, as long as you are willing to disband the Liuhe Dao, I am willing to guarantee with my life to keep you safe!"

"Don't say it again!" Tang Yelin said sharply, "There is only Tang Yelin standing here today, Tang Yelin, the master of the Tang Sect, and there is no Golden Knife Sixth!"

He glanced at the cold gaze on the other side, and said, "If you want to do it, then do it!"

The commander laughed, "You don't admit your identity, so how can we do it?"

Tang Yelin said awe-inspiringly: "If you want to add to the crime, why do you have to make it so high-sounding!"

The commander said, "Grandiose? Despicable and shameless, but there is. ”

He clapped his hands, and the two Jinyi guards' team parted on both sides, and the two brocade guards walked out with one of them.

Tang Yelin's eyes changed, as if they were gentle, as if they were sad.

Gu Dieyu raised her head, her two beautiful eyes filled with tears.

Tang Yelin looked at the commander, his eyes were full of anger, and he said, "What do you want to do to her?!"

The commander was no longer that elegant appearance, his face was as cold as frost, he suppressed his anger, and said lightly: "What you have done to my granddaughter, I will do something to her, so you understand?"

Fa Jue sighed and said, "When is the time for retribution, Lord Commander, why bother?"

The commander waved his hand and said, "The master doesn't need to say much, the old man knows it." Tang Yelin, you look at her!"

Tang Yelin's body shook and stared at them tightly.

Someone next to him handed a knife, and the commander stretched out his hand and slowly pulled out the knife.

Tang Qi said in a mournful voice: "Senior brother!"

Commander Ping raised the knife and pointed it at Gu Dieyu, the blade reflected the sunlight, and the reflected light deeply pierced Tang Yelin's eyes.

Tang Yelin closed his eyes gently, and at this moment, he lost all his strength and courage.

"That's right, I'm the sixth Golden Knife Old. Tang Yelin said in a low voice.

A cold glint flashed in the commander's eyes, "What did you say?"

Tang Yelin opened his eyes and said word by word: "I said, I am the sixth golden knife!"

A smile crossed the corner of Tang Qi's mouth.

It's over, it's finally over.

All ambition and tenderness, all trust and planning, are completely over at this moment.

"Brother!" Tang Yeyun looked at him in disbelief, "It's not true, right?"

Tang Yelin looked at Gu Dieyu, and Gu Dieyu also looked at him, without a thousand words, only a gentle and desperate gaze.

"Really, is it so serious?" Tang Yelin smiled sadly.

Gu Dieyu smiled at him and shook her head silently.

An inexplicable fear suddenly flooded his heart, "Don't!" Tang Yelin shouted in a lost voice.

But it was too late, Gu Dieyu struggled forward and hit the tip of the commander's knife.

The blade of the embroidered spring knife was deeply submerged into the young and beautiful body.

"Butterfly language!" Tang Yelin jumped up.

"Whew!"

A crossbow arrow flew out of the Jinyi Guard's team and reached into Tang Yelin's chest.

Tang Yelin snorted in pain and fell to his knees.

Gu Dieyu's eyes dimmed, she looked at Tang Yelin and smiled.

"Yelin, we... See you in the afterlife..."

Tang Yelin struggled and pounced, his clothes stained with dust, his hair scattered, his blood oozing out, staining his chest red.

But what is it?

He finally hugged the still warm body, and he hugged it so tightly that it seemed like it would keep her.

The sound of the flute seemed to sound again, just like the clarity when he first met her.

She's on stage, he's offstage.

She put down the flute in her hand and glanced at him.

So they both laughed softly.

His vision blurred, he couldn't see her clearly, his body slowly getting cold.

Well, he thought, let her go.

Butterfly language is like the wind, mud swallow poems, where is the city in your pen.

The scenery of a smile is a half-paper melancholy Qingming.

The smoke and rain can't be painted.