Ah Fei looked at the person sitting in the corner with complicated eyes, the darkness seemed to cover his body, but Ah Fei could see it and see it clearly.

And at this time, even he couldn't look cold, he didn't know how many tragic battles that person had experienced to have such a scarred body, among the new injuries, the sword wounds were the most, and there were a few terrifying palm prints and fist prints, and most of them were blood crusts, and the old injuries were only a few, and they were also the most terrifying, it didn't seem to be an injury that could be caused by a person, it was a few terrifying beast claw marks, which spread from the person's right shoulder to his left waist and almost tore the person apart, even if Ah Fei didn't know how long it had passed, but he seemed to have seen that tragic battle。

And now, the person who was healing, he still couldn't believe that the person who had evaded his swordsmanship before was actually seriously injured, and he didn't dare to think about it even more subconsciously.

But that wasn't really hard for him to accept.

"Tick ......"

Water droplets dripped from the hole in the ancestral hall, and Ah Fei looked at this scene and unconsciously took a deep breath.

It was snowing outside, but when the man began to heal, it didn't seem to be snow anymore, because the snow slowly melted as it approached the ancestral hall.

That is the power of that person's qi and blood, yes, the power of qi and blood, the power of qi and blood like a furnace, Rao is Ah Fei's eyes widened involuntarily when he saw this scene.

Just because this kind of thing is really unheard of, he is more willing to believe that it is an internal force.

Thin drops of black blood kept oozing out of the man's pores, and before he could flow, he was evaporated by the terrifying qi and blood, which was the blood in his body.

Not only that, but the meridians of his whole body kept writhing, like earthworms.

"Plop...... Plop ......"

What shocked him the most was the terrifying sound, sometimes as thick as a morning bell, sometimes like thunder, coming from the man's chest, it was the sound of his heartbeat.

With the terrifying heartbeat like thunder every time, the speed at which the black blood oozed out kept increasing, as if it was driven away by this sound.

“......”

At this moment, Ah Fei was already a little numb, if he hadn't known that this person was a person before, maybe now he would think that this was a monster in human skin.

Outside the house, the wind and snow howled.

His eyes looked at the crumbling plaque at some point, and then at the healer, his indifferent face was actually a little complicated and painful, his straight back seemed to tremble slightly, and his hand holding the sword gradually clenched, only until the joints were white and creaking.

When he walked into this river and lake with a sword, he had his own purpose.

That person used to be the first in the world, the first hero.

He hated him, he respected him, and this complex and contradictory emotion had tormented him since he was sensible.

So, he was proud in his heart because he was the son of that man, but in the same way, he was also inferior, because no one knew, or perhaps, even that person didn't know that he existed.

Therefore, when he walked into this world, what he wanted to do more was to prove it to others, to prove it to himself, and even more to prove it to that person.

It's just that when he thought his sword was fast enough, he saw a knife, a flying knife that was faster than his own sword, Xiao Li Feidao, that was his only friend now, the only big brother.

Now, he saw the man again.

His hand squeezed even tighter.

"Zheng!"

He only felt a wave of anger in his heart, which he couldn't calm down.

The sword was unsheathed, he jumped into the wind and snow, he was dancing, he was angry, he was hating, his eyes seemed to have a fire that could not be extinguished even by the cold winter moon.

The piece of iron that he was holding tightly in his hand that was tied to the bamboo had already turned into a terrifying sword weapon in his hand, sometimes like a meteor flying down, sometimes like a cold star, fast and fast, but whether it was a meteor or a cold star, there was only one word, fast, extremely fast, so fast that the wind and snow seemed to be terrified by this sword, and the howling of the wind and snow was even louder, like the whimper and wail of ghosts and gods.

Long.

Ah Fei's figure suddenly stopped.

"Huh!"

The sword was unsheathed, and he was the same person he used to be.

He didn't look at the man inside, and he seemed to have guessed who he was, even though he didn't have a knife in his hand.

He's gone.

......

In the morning, the first round of warmth rose and gradually dispelled the cold on the earth.

Twilight wakes up.

He looked at his body, and some of the scabbed wounds from last night had actually fallen off overnight, leaving only one hideous scar after another.

"I'm afraid it will take a few days to get my body right. ”

Then he looked at the clearing outside the ancestral hall, where there was still some faint snow, but there were also sword marks.

"What a proud heart. ”

Twilight exclaimed.

"I have to admit that you amazed me, maybe you are his son, but in my eyes, you are Ah Fei. ”

He muttered to himself as he looked at the sword marks that were sharper than they had fought him before.

With that, he got dressed and walked out.

Baoding City in the day is different from the night, the people are noisy, lively and extraordinary, the traffic and horses are non-stop, and the hawkers are endless.

Twilight walked unnoticed, not stopping until he reached a blacksmith's shop.

He looked at the various weapons on the shelves inside, and then looked at the two people who were sweating profusely with their upper bodies inside, one was in the prime of life and the other was a teenager, who seemed to be father and son, and the fire illuminated their sweaty faces and strong chests.

"Do you want to buy weapons?"

When the young man saw a guest coming to the door, he immediately greeted him.

"Hit a knife. ”

Twilight looked at the young man's still somewhat immature face.

"What kind of knife does the guest want?"

The boy asked as he brought a piece of paper from a distance, as if he wanted to draw it.

Half an hour later.

Wang Niu looked at the guest who had disappeared into the crowd, and then looked at the knife drawn on the drawing as required.

He couldn't understand why anyone would want such a strange knife.

It was a knife like a crescent moon, even the handle seemed to be curved, with a black sheath and a green edge, and there was a sentence on the blade, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night.

He shook his head, and then stopped thinking about it, and looked at the silver ingot on the table, and he was only responsible for making it.

Four days later, Twilight came here again, leaving with an extra knife in his hand.

The black scabbard, the curved handle, the blade is green, green as a distant mountain, green as a spring tree, and even more like green water.

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

"Whew!"

Twilight Dongliu only pulled out half of it and saw these seven words, but it was enough, and the knife was already in its sheath.

He knew that this knife was fake, and only he knew, and all he had to do was wait for the real one to come to the door, and now, he needed to let the world know what kind of knife he had in his hand, and that was enough.

Xingunzhuang.

Today's Xingyunzhuang, the former Li Yuan.

Twilight Dongliu looked at the couplets on both sides of the gate, a door of seven jinshi, father and son three tanhua.

Now Xingyunzhuang can be said to be a gathering of masters, why? Just because there is a person locked up here, Xiao Li Feidao, and now, in the eyes of many people, he is already a plum blossom thief.

Suddenly, a flute suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

I only heard the sound of the flute, sometimes crisp, sometimes low, sometimes like mountains and flowing water, sometimes like a storm, from far and near, floating in the direction of the garden.

Du Dongliu raised his eyebrows, only to feel that this person's flute contained not weak internal force, if only in terms of internal strength, he and himself were only among the best, first-class masters, almost the same as some of the sect leaders who fought before.

"Not bad. ”

He muttered to himself, glanced at the knife he was carrying, and walked in.

......

And in the park.

Several people who were originally on the same page all showed a little joy after hearing the sound of the flute, but one person was different, his face was still cold, it was Ah Fei.

Immediately.

"Stepping on ......"

Strange footsteps suddenly sounded, ordinary but weird, like an unchanging sound, like a magic sound urging life, lingering in everyone's ears.

"Mr. Iron Flute?"

A questioning voice came from far and near from afar, with a slight chill in the indifference.

Everyone in the park heard the sound, and two of them even changed their color, one was a monk, his face was rarely frightened, and the other was Ah Fei, whose eyes showed a hint of joy.

"Who are you?"

The one who opened his mouth was an old man with a sallow face and a sparse beard, with a yellowed book under his gray robe, who looked like an old-fashioned old pedant.

He was the one who played the flute before.

Twilight didn't answer him, and looked around at the group.

"The donor is here for the plum blossom thief?"

The old monk before that was extremely bitter.

"Plum Thief?"

Twilight asked rhetorically.

"Of course it's Li Xunhuan, the evidence is conclusive, and there is no way to quibble!" a middle-aged man not far away shouted angrily.

"Iron-faced selfless Zhao Zhengyi?"

Twilight looked at him again.

Then he looked at the crowd, and then moved to the monks led by the old monk.

"Monk, I can give you three breaths to retreat, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to survive today. ”

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the knife in his hand.

Everyone only felt that a dazzling blue light disappeared at a glance, followed by an inexplicable chill.

It was a strange knife, like a crescent moon curved arc, like the color of green water, even the handle of the knife was curved, and there were seven words on it, Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight.

"Boy, what do you think you are, Master Xinhu is a Shaolin monk. ”

Zhao Zhengyi spoke again, his face full of banter, but then he was stunned, just because he saw that the Heart Lake Master in his mouth actually changed his complexion for a while, and then turned around and left with the frightened Shaolin disciple at great speed.

"Well, you should do it yourself, this benefactor's surname is Twilight. ”

The distant voice of the Heartlake Master cleared his mind.

"Twilight?"

Zhao Zhengyi was stunned for a moment, and then he was drenched in cold sweat, and the others also had different changes, some hissed backwards, some showed horror, and some fell directly to the ground, and even their recognized master, Mr. Tie Di, had a blue and white complexion.

"You want to take Li Xunhuan away?"

He said in a trembling voice.

"He has hands and feet, why do you want me to bring it?"

Twilight shook her head.

"Then why are you here?"

Zhao Zhengyi's voice trembled even more, and even his voice changed, he didn't want to think about it, just because he didn't dare to think about it.

"Try the knife. ”

After saying that, a domineering sharp aura suddenly rose on his body, and it was his sword intent.

At this moment, the knife in his hand was greener, and it was desperate.