It's unfortunate that I didn't come to the Flowing Fire Pavilion, but now I have to turn around and go to the Baili Cliff.

is not very old, and he is knowledgeable, and that is a game. On the way there, Xia Puyu was still worried, no matter what, Cheng Juzi had been living under the cliff for so many years, and he was willing to come out to the rivers and lakes. Although he was a little uneasy in his heart, his two feet still went to the cliff for a hundred miles.

In fact, there are not only two feet walking on this road, and certainly not four.

Yi Jun was indeed chased and killed by the Six Swordsmen of Roushan. This time, the order of the six swordsmen of Roushan is very special, not to kill, but to chase. forced him to stab Xia Puyu in the body.

As if he didn't want to do this, Yi Jun kept leading the six people around. After turning around the scenery of the Xinghan Plain, the Mocao River, and the return to the river, he came to the Baili Cliff, which was the place where he once wanted to kill the person who died, and it seemed to be the place where he died.

He didn't expect Xia Puyu to be here, but he was also glad that Xia Puyu was here.

Yi Jun didn't seem to have the ability to kill the Six Swordsmen as he did in the past. He thinks it's not that he's weak, but that the new generation of Six Swordsmen is young and strong. But he didn't admit that he was old, and only said that their martial arts were higher than those of the older generation.

He wanted to find a helper to cut out the six tumors.

Xia Puyu really realized the voice that was gradually coming behind him. Not friends, certainly not.

He looked at Yi Jun running over with his hair draped, ragged clothes, and beard, and six people wearing hats and light-colored robes behind him were holding swords and rushing straight towards him!

Xia Puyu and Ze Sleeve immediately made a gesture and prepared to meet the enemy.

Seeing that after the six swordsmen of Roushan forced Yi Jun to Xia Puyu's side, they immediately surrounded the three of them.

Yi Jun pulled out the broken sword, and the sharp blade tore through the air and drilled into Xia Puyu's body. Xia Puyu immediately dodged more, slashed sideways, and dodged the sword, and at this time, the birds in the sky raised their arms and slashed across the sky.

Yi Jun's sword broke again.

He raised his hand and looked at his sword, his eyes lit up with fire, as if they were full of blood and about to flow out. He roared, he had to. He threw the sword in his hand into the grass, grabbed the hilt of the sword on Xia Puyu's waist, and before Xia Puyu could stop it, he still pulled out his sword and cut off Xia Puyu's hand to block. Xia Puyu staggered back, and watched Yi Jun raise his sword and stab it in the abdomen.

And he saw his blood flowing from the wound, and the man fell on his back.

The six swordsmen responded to each other, put away their swords, and walked away.

"That's what their employers are for. Xia Puyu clenched his fists and watched the Six Swordsmen go away.

Spring went quickly, and the sultry rain fell from the sky, wetting the hay on the eaves, and the raindrops flowed down the straw stalks, dripping gently, and breaking heavily.

Pu Yu and Ze Sleeve came to a guest house, and were sitting at the window meditating at the moment.

The rain outside the door was urgent, and there were occasionally two muffled thunders. The spring rain moistens things, but this rain is too late, and it will arrive late in early summer.

It was Lin Nian who pushed the door in.

Ze Sleeve looked out the door, there were more than a dozen wind and rain pavilion minions. couldn't help but smile coldly: "Congratulations to Mr. Lin Nian, you have made a new assistant." ”

Lin Nian arched his hand and did not get angry. He said: "Lin Nian came here to tell you something. ”

"What's the matter?" Xia Puyu stood up and looked at Lin Nian.

Lin Nian stood up straight, and then said, "I heard that Yi Jun is dead. ”

"Wind and rain pavilion still need to hear?" he muttered in a low voice, rolling his eyes coldly.

Lin Nian glanced at the figure with his sleeve turned away from him, and then looked at Xia Puyu: "This matter has nothing to do with Wind and Rain Pavilion. ”

"He's your man. Xia Puyu frowned.

"He is Lin Yan's person. Lin Nian replied.

"You are also Lin Yan's person. Xia Puyu raised his arms and looked at Lin Nian with interest.

"I'm from the Wind and Rain Pavilion. Lin Nian was still silent, and after finishing lightly, he turned around and was about to leave, when he heard Xia Puyu say, "Who is the Wind and Rain Pavilion?"

"Wind and rain pavilion is from the rivers and lakes. ”

"Who are the rivers and lakes?" Xia Puyu couldn't help but laugh at his own question.

"The rivers and lakes ......" Lin Nian tilted his head, thought for a while, and smiled miserably: "The rivers and lakes are yours." The rain outside the door was like a wind blowing into his heart, and it was cold to the abyss.

"What about you?" Xia Puyu was shocked by Lin Nian's answer.

"I'm just pushing the rivers and lakes.

Rest assured, I've outlived any of you. Lin Nian gently hooked the corners of his mouth, just took two steps, and asked, "Where is Yi Jun's grave? ”

"There are no graves. ”

Lin Nian turned around, the surprise in his eyes flashed, and then he stopped talking and walked out the door.

After that, Xia Puyu rarely saw Lin Nian. He did live a long life, but he was pitiful indeed. He was indeed just a slave, because he had never been willing to use his ability to be subservient to others. And this kind of ability is the key to his longevity.

The rivers and lakes are theirs. He didn't want to mix it at all, he couldn't wait to go to the mountains now, find that wisp of purple smoke, bring back happiness.

He's thorough enough. He already knew who he was. On the night Lin Yan was killed, he stood next to Lin Yan and Lin Ning, and when he didn't stop him, he already represented the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and even Lin Shang represented. He is more noble than anyone in the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and now Lin Nian, even if it is Lin Ning, he has to respect him.

He can represent the Wind and Rain Pavilion, and let Lin Yan go to hell. What Lin Ning represents, but it's just a façade. Lin Ning represents power, and Lin Nian's is faith, but loyalty, and the power that can support the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

He wouldn't tell Lin Ning or anyone why Yi Jun didn't have a grave, this was what he owed Yi Jun, and he paid it off at the moment.

He stood in front of the door, the mountain in the distance was covered with smoke and rain, and a wisp of purple yarn floated by, as if she was in the shadow of the cornice, a glimpse of it.

He could still say with tears in his eyes and a smile, his name is Lin Nian.

It's just that after so long, I saw it again, will I be surging with sadness: I haven't seen you for a long time, and you're finally back.

On the reckless field, the wind blew the grass waves layer by layer, Yi Jun pulled out the sword on his abdomen, staggered to his feet, covered his wounds, threw Xia Puyu's sword on the ground, bypassed Xia Puyu and Ze Sleeve, walked forward, and muttered: "There will be no Yi Jun in the future......

Only a dashing and merry madman...... Yi Jun is finally dead......"

Xia Puyu looked at Yi Jun's back and shouted, "Do you want to do me a favor?"

"You've hurt me. Seeing Yi Jun turn his head, Xia Puyu pointed to the sword on the ground.

Seeing that Yi Jun didn't speak, he said, "There is a Flowing Fire Pavilion near here, which is where Mr. Chronicle goes. ”

"But Mr. Chronicle is dead. Yi Jun grinned, blood seeping through his teeth.

"I want you to replace him. ”

"Me?"

"He?!" Ze Sleeve shouted in surprise.

Xia Puyu nodded and walked towards Yi Jun: "You are a guest and a person who knows everything. ”

"A good place to go to the Flowing Fire Pavilion, everyone respects you, and if I can't see you, I can still eat the money of the Wind and Rain Pavilion. Xia Puyu smiled lightly and looked at Yi Jun.

That's right, Yi Jun is dead, I heard that Xia Puyu has found the next Mr. Note, and now he is working hard in the Flowing Fire Pavilion, he will no longer be recognized, he will not be hunted down again, he has a reason to live, atone, and not accumulate his crimes.

"You can read the Book of Guangtian, right?" Xia Puyu sat opposite Yi Jun.

"How? ”

"When you were holding the Guangtian Book, you didn't look for Mr. Note-taker, did you look for Fengwei. Xia Puyu took a sip of tea and said.

"Yes. ”

"Why did you lose the Book of Bright Days?"

"Shouldn't you ask about the contents of the Guangtian Book?" Yi Jun sneered lightly and looked at Xia Puyu.

"Would you say?"

"That thing can't be practiced. Yi Jun paused for a moment and continued: "The Book of Light has been tampered with. The original name was the Infusion Technique, and he killed countless people with his luck. ”

"If you practice, you will become a youkai, a youkai that no one can kill. ”

Xia Puyu frowned: "Who tampered with?"

"I don't know, but I know that the tamperers must be unwilling to let people cultivate, otherwise, it will be really miserable. ”

Yi Jun has really died since then. There is a Mr. Chronicle, very young, and hates the owner of the Xia Zhuang who is adorned with bamboo names in Xiaomei Villa, he is also a guest of the story, although he is not particularly knowledgeable, but he knows a lot. Young, but old.

Xia Puyu sat in front of the window, looking at the dripping rain outside the window.

"Where are we going?" Ze looked at Xia Puyu.

"Reimen didn't succeed. Xia Puyu tilted his head.

"What will Gao Xun do?" asked the sleeve.

She didn't expect the Wind and Rain Pavilion to come so quickly, and she didn't recognize Yi Jun yet. Xia Puyu smiled.

"What if she expected it?"

"What can it be? This time her wrist trick was obviously not as clever as before, and she was already starting to be caught off guard. ”