Yang Xiaofeng's empty left hand suddenly clenched, and his right hand holding the wine glass trembled violently, and two sharp rays shot out of his lonely eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked at Kong Yanshu for a long time, but he only smiled faintly.

Kong Yanshu also smiled faintly, but he was even more bitter than Yang Xiaofeng's smile, and said: "You have a world-shattering swordsmanship, but you don't have an inner spiritual pillar in your heart. You have no ambition, you have no desire, although you live, but you don't know what you are living for, although you have your own consciousness, but you have never been able to get rid of your fate, you want to escape, but fate has pushed you to the center of the whirlpool again and again, you want to be an ordinary person, you just want to live a peaceful life, but all you intersect with are the hottest big names in today's martial arts. You've always been led by fate, so I say you're actually living a miserable ......."

"Hah...... Hehe......", Yang Xiaofeng smiled and said: "You say I'm pitiful, what about you, how much better can you be than me"?

"Yes, I am also very pitiful......", Kong Yanshu did not deny it, and also smiled: "I am pitiful, but not sad."

"Am I pathetic"?

"You are pathetic indeed......".

Yang Xiaofeng didn't refute this time, and even nodded, "Perhaps, you are right, my fate is indeed very sad."

Kong Yanshu shook his head and said, "You are wrong."

Yang Xiaofeng frowned and said, "You said I was wrong"?

"Yes, you are wrong......", Kong Yanshu said lightly: "Fate and you are indeed very pitiful, but your pathetic is caused by yourself."

Yang Xiaofeng was speechless.

Kong Yanshu continued: "Because you have suffered too many injuries, you are afraid of losing, and you don't even dare to fight for it anymore. You want to escape, but you forget, this is the rivers and lakes, people are in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself, the more you escape, the more trouble will be, and at the same time, the more harm you will suffer, the more things you will lose. You have a martial art that is unparalleled in the world, but you are very cowardly in your bones. Therefore, you hesitate, hesitate, only know how to blindly forbear, and only occasionally resist when you are completely cornered. You take your emotions too seriously, and you rely on certain people so much that when you leave her, you completely close your heart."

Silence, Yang Xiaofeng was silent. It seems that in addition to the silence, the rest is also silent.

Kong Yanshu spoke sharply, and continued: "You want to be happy, you want to protect the people around you." But you ignore a key point, happiness is never given by others, happiness must be pursued by yourself."

Yang Xiaofeng muttered to himself: "Happiness is a ...... to be pursued by yourself."

"Not bad...... Kong Yanshu said in a cold tone, "You have lost not only the most important people in your life, but you have also lost the courage to pursue and strive for happiness."

"I have lost the courage to pursue and strive for happiness......", Yang Xiaofeng said in a low voice: "Then tell me, what is happiness?"

"Stop, stop...... , just now, I didn't say ......", Kong Yanshu seemed to be completely disappointed in Yang Xiaofeng, and said with a wry smile: "In short, I have brought the words, how to decide next, you can do it yourself."

Before he could finish his sentence, he turned and walked out.

After walking a few steps, Kong Yanshu suddenly said again: "By the way, there is one more thing that should be told to you."

Yang Xiaofeng didn't ask.

However, although he didn't ask, Kong Yanshu had already said to himself: "On April 11, it is Duanmu Jing's fiftieth birthday, and he has sent a heroic post, inviting martial arts heroes to gather at the top of the ethereal peak to celebrate his birthday. In addition, Duanmu Xuan, the young master of the Ethereal Peak, was also engaged on that day."

Yang Xiaofeng's expression darkened. His heart sank instantly, his breathing became rapid, and the hand that raised the glass shook again, and the wine in the glass immediately spilled out. After a long time, he asked lightly: "What does this have to do with me"?

"Of course, Duanmu Xuan's engagement has nothing to do with you, in fact, the engagement of any person in this world has nothing to do with you. I'm just telling you the news casually."

"Oh......".

"Do you know who is the woman who is engaged to Duanmu Xuan"?

Yang Xiaofeng seemed to be a little curious, obviously didn't want to ask but subconsciously asked: "Who is it"?

Kong Yanshu did not answer immediately, but walked out slowly again, and after walking a long way, he spoke: "The cold fairy in the mouth of the rivers and lakes, the eldest lady of Luoxue Valley of the first family of martial arts today - Luo Qingxue."

Luo Qingxue...... Luo Qingxue ......", although he had expected it, but when he heard Kong Yanshu say this name, Yang Xiaofeng's body instantly trembled violently like a sifting chaff, and his hand suddenly exerted force, and with a "click", the porcelain cup that was as thick as one point had been crushed by him. However, his hand was still straining, as if he wanted to completely pinch the fragments in his hand into powder.

The porcelain cup was not pinched into powder, but the sharp shards cut deep into the flesh of his palm. However, he did not let go, as if his hand did not feel a trace of pain.

Blood mixed with wine spilled all over the table, and then slowly flowed down the table to the ground.

After a long time, he finally calmed down. He finally let go of the broken cup in his hand.

Then he brought a new glass, took the flask, and filled it for himself again.

However, this time, when the wine glass was raised to his mouth, he did not drink it again, and then put the wine glass in his hand back on the table.

Yang Xiaofeng slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, got up and shouted, "Boss, settle the bill."

"Ah......", the boss answered sleepily, and was about to come over to settle the account, but Yang Xiaofeng had already thrown a string of money in front of him.

The boss took a cursory look, and it was about one hundred and eighty words, so he didn't come over again. was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, Yang Xiaofeng was already outside the store.

Looking at Yang Xiaofeng's staggering appearance when he walked, the boss felt a little strange. In the past, this person didn't even drink two pots, or even three pots, and his steps were still very steady every time he walked, why did he drink less than one pot today, but he seemed to be a little drunk?

He didn't know that a few days ago, Yang Xiaofeng was just drunk, but his heart was not drunk, so of course he walked very calmly. But today, although Yang Xiaofeng's people are not drunk, their hearts are already drunk, or rather, they are broken.

In fact, Yang Xiaofeng's heart has been broken countless times, but it has never been so completely broken as it is today.

He was just a man, a flesh-and-blood body, a man who could be wounded. He just wants to humbly guard the warmth and tenderness in his heart, but now, fate has to ruthlessly take away even the last warmth in his heart.

What is the point of his life from now on?

From now on, what else can sustain him to continue to live?

From now on, what is he living for?

Avenge.

He had even forgotten that he still had a great vendetta.

When the last trace of tenderness was ruthlessly taken away, all that seemed to be left in his heart was hatred.

When the warmth of his heart was taken away, his heart finally became cold, completely, utterly cold.

For the first time, he felt hatred.

It was a hatred that could destroy everything, even himself.

Hate has become the only force that supports him to live.

With the faint light on the side of the road, Yang Xiaofeng slowly opened the envelope in his hand.