On a spacious open space, a pile of dry firewood was set up, on which was placed Ye Ang's bruised corpse, Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun stood not far away in silence, speechless for a long time.

The wind blows after the beginning of winter, and it is extremely cold, cold to the heart.

"Burn it!" Murong Ziyun's red lips moved slightly, and his expression was gloomy.

Lu Chen held the torch and nodded, and with a casual hand, the torch turned into a parabola and threw it into the dry pyre, and the flames burst into flames.

"I'll take the ashes back and hand them over to the elders of the Xuanwu Academy! Ye Ang is also a disciple of my Sword Sect, so he must have a home!" Murong Ziyun said indifferently.

Lu Chen sighed: "It's a pity that Senior Brother Ye Ang's death is worthless!"

Ye Ang was brutally killed to death by an old woman who had no power to restrain the chicken, and he really died unjustly, and it was Lu Chen who saw this trial too simply.

"The sect allows us disciples to go through the experience, not only to hone our cultivation, but also to cultivate our spiritual will, everyone will have a fear of death, and we must cut off the fear in our hearts to defeat ourselves. The path of cultivation is to go against the sky, and as martial artists, we must have the consciousness of facing death at any time!" Murong Ziyun realized in his heart.

The rivers and lakes are a world full of deceit, swords and swords, as if there must be darkness where there is light. It's not like a storyteller, who can wander the rivers and lakes with a sword in his hand, carry a pot of wine, and see the prosperity of the world.

Ordinary people are always full of yearning for the rivers and lakes, lingering love and hatred, and heart-wrenching heroic epics, so that countless hot-blooded teenagers run to the colorful Kyushu world again and again!

People's imagination is very beautiful, however, after they experienced the cruelty of this world, they found that the original rivers and lakes are not as romantic as they imagined, and they are not as colorful as they imagined.

On the contrary, this is a world of the jungle, and it will use the bloody reality to tell them that the so-called rivers and lakes are just a cluster of flowers on the edge of the abyss, which seems beautiful and moving, but it is really dangerous, and they may fall into the abyss at any time and be swallowed up by this dark rivers and lakes.

Lu Chen's fire burned Ye Ang's body to ashes, along with the black wooden house and the secrets inside, and thick smoke rose up, like a winding black dragon, only rushing into the sky.

This is the end of the murder of the drought in Longyanggang.

After dealing with Ye Ang's affairs, Lu Chen and Murong Ziyun rode their horses and walked slowly on the official road back to the Sword Sect, not in a hurry at all.

Murong Ziyun's biggest gain from this experience this time is that she has a little more awe of this Jianghu, Ye Ang's death has sounded a wake-up call for her, no matter how powerful a secular martial artist is, he can't compete with this dangerous person's heart.

There was a light rain in the sky, and it was rainy and misty, as if Murong Ziyun's mood was full of indescribable heaviness.

The official road was a little muddy, so the speed of the two of them was very slow, Murong Ziyun looked up at the sky, and then said in a deep voice: "There is a small town ahead, let's rush back tomorrow!"

Lu Chen's expression was slightly stunned, they were not far from the Sword Sect now, if they were quick to step up, they would actually be able to rush back to the sect in two hours, he felt that Murong Ziyun was not in a good mood, so he didn't say anything.

The two led the horses and casually found an inn to settle down, and Murong Ziyun instructed the store to open two guest rooms, and asked Xiao Er to remember to feed the horses. After she and Lu Chen had dinner, they went back to their rooms.

Lu Chen stayed in the guest room, and was applying gold sore medicine to the arrow wound of the shoulder injury, the injury was on the left shoulder, almost penetrating, extremely hideous, such an injury would have been an ordinary person who had long been in pain and was afraid that he would scream, but for Lu Chen, it was just an ordinary little feeling.

That night, although the corpse leaders controlled by Hu Yanxi did not have spiritual intelligence, but their strength was extremely terrifying, in terms of fighting alone, Lu Chen was reluctant to deal with one, if that night, the four corpse leaders came to kill him together, then Lu Chen only had to escape. Fortunately, Duguxia arrived in time, and killed the four corpses with a sword, shocking the dark wizard Hu Yanxi and causing him to flee.

The sorcerers of the southern Xinjiang tribes are really not easy to mess with, and they can use living people to raise corpse cockroaches and manipulate them, so as to achieve the goal of killing people and taking their lives. The world believes in ghosts and gods, and this southern Xinjiang wizard did grasp this and created a drought to confuse the common people, which seems to be a bit pretending to be a ghost, but his strange methods are really unimaginable to ordinary people. If this kind of person is strong enough to produce a large number of corpse cockroaches to manipulate martial artists and form an army!

Rao is with Lu Chen's heart, and he doesn't dare to imagine the ambition and madness of this dark wizard.

Of course, just being able to kill the drought with a sword is also thanks to the magic weapon such as the Panlong Divine Sword, otherwise, with his strength, he can only defeat it and flee, the monster that Hu Yanxi sacrificed is really rare, no wonder it can cause such a big movement in Longyanggang, there is no innate powerhouse to make a move, the consequences are unimaginable, this time he personally understood the horror of the dark wizard.

"Knock Knock ....."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Lu Chen was naked, wrapping a gauze around his shoulders.

Murong Ziyun pushed away with both hands, and when he saw this scene, his pretty face suddenly blushed slightly: "I'll come back later!"

"It's okay, it's been dealt with!" Lu Chen put on his clothes and said indifferently.

Murong Ziyun hesitated for a moment and walked in, the atmosphere in the guest room was a little silent for a while, standing in the guest room with his hands not knowing where to put it, he was speechless.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Lu Chen got out of bed, came to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and poured another glass for Murong Ziyun.

Murong Ziyun sat down elegantly and picked up the teacup, and took a shallow taste: "How is your injury?"

Lu Chen glanced at his shoulders and said with a gentle smile: "Small injury, senior sister doesn't underestimate me, as a martial artist, if you can't even endure this injury, how can you become an elite disciple of the Sword Sect!"

"That's the same!" Murong Ziyun held the teacup and nodded, she was silent for a moment, and then said, "Thank you!"

Lu Chen was a little stunned, and he said, "Thank you for what I did!"

"Thank you for sacrificing your life several times! If it weren't for you, I'm afraid this experience wouldn't have gone so smoothly!" Murong Ziyun's autumn-like eyes stared at Lu Chen, looking extremely sincere.

Lu Chen said with a smile: "We are in the same class, we have experienced together, isn't it appropriate to help each other!

"Public is public, private is private, this experience, you have saved me one after another, I know these in my heart, I, Murong Ziyun, am not the kind of person who has no heart and no lungs!" Murong Ziyun has a clear distinction between public and private, what to say, and she doesn't like to owe favors to others.

It is also said that he saved it once when he was chasing the drought, and he saved it again when Hu Yanxi attacked, plus he came forward to rescue him in the black house today, if Murong Ziyun had not helped Lu Chen, a noble man, on this training trip, I am afraid that he would have been broken in Longyanggang long ago.

Say thank you, it's really right.

Lu Chen quipped: "Then how can you thank me, senior sister?"

"Eh!" Murong Ziyun was stunned for a moment, what did Lu Chen mean by this, did he save her three times and twice just to ask her for payment?

"What do you want? Internal strength cheats, or light exercises?" Murong Ziyun frowned slightly with a pair of willow eyebrows, this Lu Chen turned out to be the kind of mercenary person, and he was so appreciative of him before, hey, sure enough, you can't just look at people on the surface.

Thinking of this, Lu Chen's impression in Murong Ziyun's heart instantly lowered by several notches.

"No!" Lu Chen shook his head, he had two heaven-level secret books, and he had such a superior light skill as 'chasing the wind and chasing electric steps', so naturally he didn't need to cultivate other secret books.

"Then what do you want?" Murong Ziyun's originally soft expression instantly became indifferent, this Lu Chen is really greedy enough, she doesn't even need the best internal strength cheats, she hates this kind of insatiable person the most.

Lu Chen played with the wine glass and said with a smile: "Senior sister, I saved you three times and twice, how much do you think this kindness is?"

"The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocates, this life-saving grace, naturally needless to say, what you want, I can do my best!" Murong Ziyun said with a serious face.

Lu Chen teased: "Since that's the case, why don't you make a promise to Senior Sister!"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Ziyun was suddenly stunned, her delicate earlobes instantly turned red and hot, she suddenly stood up and took a few steps back, glared at Lu Chen with a look of shame and anger: "What nonsense are you talking about, don't think that if you save me, you can be presumptuous!"

"How can I be presumptuous, senior sister, this is what you said yourself, you can do it, do your best, besides, my request is not too much!" Lu Chen was also bored to say this, just to amuse Murong Ziyun, how could he think that the other party would take it seriously.

"You....!" Murong Ziyun's pretty face swelled with a touch of red, glared at Lu Chen, gritted his teeth and spit out two words: "Shameless!" After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Lu Chen smiled, this woman is really thin-skinned, and she can take it seriously when she jokes.

He walked to the window and pushed it open, and a cold wind suddenly rushed towards him, dispelling the gloomy mood in his heart: "This winter will not be too lonely after all!"

The wind in winter was cold, but Murong Ziyun's heart was extremely hot, especially when he was teased by Lu Chen just now, and his heart was even more restless. She looked out the window at the drizzle, feeling complicated and sleepless.

On this trip to Longyanggang, Murong Ziyun and Lu Chen were born and died, accompanied by each other, and after getting along day and night for more than half a month, Lu Chen left a deep impression in her heart.

Lu Chen is calm, his mind is flexible, and his swordsmanship is even more amazing, and the most important point is to value love and righteousness.

With him by his side, no matter what, Murong Ziyun would have an almost blind sense of security.

She is twenty-five years old this year, and according to folk tradition, she is afraid that she has already become a wife and a mother at this age. She is obsessed with martial arts, and has never touched feelings, let alone male and female love, but this time, she is a little confused.

What does it really feel like to fall in love with someone?