The sun was setting, and a few crows were croaking on the branches, as if they were singing for the dead man. The evening wind, blowing, and the thick smell of blood filled everyone's mind.

"Be careful. As soon as Lu Xingyun's gaze came back from the place where the crow crowed, he saw Dongfang Hai quickly fly to Li Tianyi's side.

But it was still too late, and Li Tian had no strength to fight back early in the morning. When Dongfang Hai pressed the light palm on his chest, Li Tianyi's eyes also closed.

"He has no habit of killing. I have. Dongfang Hai's voice is very flat, but it does feel like the judgment of death.

"Daddy. Mu Zilin shouted.

"Hahahaha. Since it's you and Xiaoxian's child. Then I'll clean it up. After Dongfang Hai finished speaking, he was about to fly towards Mu Zilin in the distance.

"Dongfang Hai, you. Looking at the Dongfang Sea that was flying quickly, he shouted loudly.

However, Dongfang Hai still rushed forward as if he hadn't heard it. Soon he will be next to Mu Zilin.

Lu Xingyun, gritting his teeth, forcibly cast the green dragon step, and went away with the Dongfang Sea.

Seeing that, Dongfang Hai's palm was about to press on Mu Zilin's body. At this time, Lu Xingyun also arrived. The Shui Han Sword stabbed out of Lu Xingyun's hand and happened to block Dongfang Hai's palm.

"Lu Xingyun. Don't stop me. Otherwise, you will die today. Dongfang Hai said angrily.

"Huh. Actually, I can't stop you even if I want to. Lu Xingyun said helplessly. This is true, to be able to get here in time, Lu Xingyun has already done his best. How can you still have the strength to fight with Dongfang Hai, who has never done much.

"In that case, why did you stop me from killing her? Dongfang Hai was about to turn around after speaking.

However, at the same time as Dongfang Hai turned around, a silver dagger stabbed into his heart.

"You, this is Fairy's dagger. Dongfang Hai tried his last strength, and Mu Zilin slapped him.

"That's right. Mu Zilin, who fell on the wall, said intermittently, "Do you remember my mother?" but my mother told me never to let you be your father. Now, I killed you to reunite you with my mother underground. Mu Zilin's eyes slowly closed.

"What, are you my daughter?" Hearing Mu Zilin say such words in person, Dongfang Hai's heart was already dripping with blood, and the blood was dripping even more.

After saying this, Dongfang Hai also fell to the ground, and at the same time, the golden waist card of the martial arts alliance leader was dropped.

Lu Xingyun didn't expect the ending to be like this. Li Tianyi died, Dongfang Hai died, and many people died. But what does this end up with?

Bending down to pick up the golden waist card, Lu Xingyun handed him over to Zhao Qingfeng. Now, only he has the qualifications to be the leader of this martial arts alliance.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on this chivalrous villa the next day, the ethereal sound of the cave flute came into everyone's dreams. Whether it is a dead person or a living person, there is a quiet smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go. Lu Xingyun drove a carriage and left the Chivalrous Villa.

"Lu Xingyun, where are we going!" Shui Ruoxuan said with a smile.

"Let's see how the Jade Broken Soul is doing. Lu Xingyun replied.

"That's right. When are you going to drink with me? Little Du Kang took a sip of wine into his mouth and said.

"You can't do without you. It's just that things are not people. Lu Xingyun sighed.

Shui Ruoxuan stopped talking, and Xiao Du Kang only cared about drinking by himself, but each of them was thinking about the scene of the bet in Furong Building that night.

The sun, rising high, shone on every inch of land. The birds in the forest, chirping, everything is so harmonious and comfortable.

The turbulent rivers and lakes seem to have fallen into tranquility again.

Night, silent night.

The stars twinkle and the moon shines.

I faintly heard the ethereal sound of the flute coming from a distance......

Part III

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village. This is a poem written by the ancients on the Qingming Road. There is no need to explain, no need to close your eyes, as long as you know the words, or can hear with your ears, you will involuntarily rise up to the scenes described by the poet.

People are so strange, no matter what time of the day, they like to think of themselves as the protagonists. For example, in the previous poem, no one imagines themselves as a pedestrian on the road, and no one wants to be the shepherd boy. Because everyone will think of themselves as a poet, a poet who looks at a down-and-out pedestrian and asks for directions.

It's not that the poet wants to drink, but that the poet is too lonely, too depressed, and too broken. How can a poet who is in a foreign land and coincides with Qingming feel better? Seeing so many pedestrians visiting the tombstones of their relatives and seeing their sad looks, what can the poet's mood be?

At least in the poet's opinion, they still have sorrow and can break their souls. But what about the poet himself? Far away, lonely, at this time, only wine, and only wine can make the poet intoxicated, so that the poet is not so sad. Therefore, when he saw these pedestrians on the Qingming Road who went to visit their relatives, the poet thought of wine, a treasure in the world that can hold all his emotions.

Coincidentally, today is also Qingming. A Qingming with a light rain.

It's just that there are no poets, no pedestrians, and no shepherd boys who refer to Xinghua Village. But, strangely, there is a tomb here, a tomb without a monument.

During the Qingming Festival, it is not surprising that they should have come to sweep the graves of their dead relatives and friends. However, it is not the tomb itself that is to blame, but the place where the tomb is located. A run-down mountain house.

I really can't find any other word to describe this villa other than the dilapidated and depressed one. However, even if everything here is shabby, there is still one that is clean, or arguably new.

Yes, it's the tombless tomb. Aside from some grass and a two-finger-thick pine tree, the tomb is clean and looks like it's often cleaned. However, in this huge manor, I have never seen a single person. Except for the occasional crow's cry, there are many different colors and varieties.

A light rain fell softly on the manor, without a sound. Perhaps because of the rainy day, the sky was particularly gloomy.

On this seemingly static Qingming rainy day, in the bleak picture of the ruined manor and the tombless tomb, suddenly a figure entered the lifeless manor.

On a rainy day, my vision blurred and I couldn't see the figure of the person who came, but it was certain that it was a man. However, looking at it this way, this person should be familiar with the owner of this tombless tomb. Otherwise, who would come to a dilapidated manor in this barren mountain on such a day. If you can come here, I don't think you will come here to take shelter from the rain. Because, he still carried several jars of wine in his hand, although he did not open the sealing mud, but the aroma of wine had already diffused. I can't think of anything other than worship.

The man, familiar with the road, walked in this dilapidated manor. Stopping once in a while, it won't be too long, obviously reminiscing about something. From his sighing voice, you could hear the helplessness and pain in his heart.

Soon, the man came to the front of the tombless with the jar of wine. Except for putting the wine away, the figure did not move, and stood straight in front of the tomb. It's like remembering, and it's like waiting for something?

Soon, several figures appeared outside the manor.

By this time, it was no longer early in the morning, and the light rain had already stopped. However, the sky was still overcast.

"I don't know, Xiao Du Kang has arrived. "That," the flowing figure muttered to himself. Listening to this voice, who else could there be besides Lu Xingyun?

Could it be that the previous person was Little Du Kang. Come to think of it, in addition to the fact that Xiao Du Kang can bring so much good wine, I am afraid that there is really no second one in this world.

"He must have been here a long time ago. Every year. A woman with a slight sound of wind and fire said. Needless to say, this woman must be Shui Ruoxuan. Except for Shui Ruoxuan, who would follow Lu Xingyun at such a time?

Since little Du Kang has already come. At the moment, these three people, except for Lu Xingyun and Shui Ruoxuan, the other two, one, an indifferent man dressed in black and as light as a swallow, is naturally Yan Wuying, and the remaining one is dressed as a scribe, and the one who is slightly thin is Jade Broken Soul.

Soon, the four of them arrived next to little Du Kang.