Zhu Wuji let out a loud "ah" and stood up suddenly: "Ah............h Mr. Fly!"

Although the Eight Bitter Monk's heart had already been determined, when he heard the middle-aged man's self-registration number, the Eight Bitter Monk still stood up from the stool, and he had to put his hands together before he saved his left hand and grabbed half a roast duck.

The monk of the Eight Bitters stood up with one palm, and announced the Buddha's horn with embarrassment: "Amitabha......! Donor. ”

Wind Without a Trace did not stand up.

Wind Traceless was still sitting on the stool.

When the middle-aged man signed up for the number, Feng Wuji's mind was slightly stunned, and there was a "boom".

Ah Fei!Ah, Fly!Ah ...... Fly!

Although Feng Wuxian had no hope in his heart, after so many bloody cases related to flying knives occurred in the rivers and lakes, he might have the opportunity to meet Ah Fei, even if it was just a glance from afar, but he never thought that he would really see Ah Fei. And so quickly, here, just like this, face to face, I met Ah Fei.

This is not a person. At least, this is not a person in the rivers and lakes who can see it if he wants to. This is someone outside the individual. This is an out-of-this-world man. This is a man who only exists in legends. He, like the lifeless killer who made a big fuss about the Jingshi not long ago, is a person who only exists in legends.

The people of their generation are all legendary people. The people of their generation have either fallen or disappeared from the world. But their legends have always existed in the rivers and lakes.

Their names are legends.

They are legends in their own right.

And among all these legends and legends, the one Feng Wuxian is looking forward to seeing the most is the Ah Fei in front of him.

Because, the wind is without a trace to practice the sword.

Xiao Li Tanhua's flying knife is undoubtedly the most talked about supreme weapon in the rivers and lakes. The Tianji Old Man's Tianji stick is undoubtedly the most mysterious and unpredictable peerless soldier in the rivers and lakes. Shangguan Jinhong's dragon and phoenix flying ring is undoubtedly the most controversial domineering soldier in the rivers and lakes.

But these are not what Feng Wuxian yearns for.

Because, the wind is without a trace to practice the sword.

On Bai Xiaosheng's weapon spectrum, there is no shortage of sword masters. In that generation's era, there were many masters of the sword. The Songyang Iron Sword is the sword of the most rigid and yang. The killer of lifelessness is a strange sword of death.

But their sword is not what the wind without a trace yearns for.

Because, Feng Wuxian not only practices swords, but Feng Wuji also cultivates swords. Feng Wuxian cultivates it, or his own sword. His own swordsmanship, his own sword intent, his own swordsmanship.

Therefore, the person Feng Wuxian is most looking forward to seeing is Ah Fei. The sword that Feng Wuxian yearns for the most is Ah Fei's sword.

Because, in those legends, only Ah Fei Xiu's is really his own sword.

The wind is out of shape without a trace.

Wind Without a Trace is not a person who easily loses his temper. On the contrary, most of the time, Feng Wuji is an extremely calm person. His temperament is extremely easy-going. It is precisely because he has such a temperament that he can cultivate the traceless sword intent at such an age, reaching a height that most sword practitioners cannot reach in their lifetime.

But at this time, the wind is without a trace, and it is really out of shape.

He was like a person who has been obsessed with carpentry all his life and saw the public loss class, he was like a person who has been obsessed with big knives all his life and saw Guan Erye, and he was like a person who has been obsessed with wine making all his life and saw Du Shaokang, and he completely lost his temper.

The Eight Bitter Monk glanced at Feng Wuxi, who was still sitting on the stool in a daze, and snickered. He thought that Feng Wuxian was shocked by the name Ah Fei. Because he himself was a little shocked when he just thought of Ah Fei's name.

Zhu Wuji glanced at Feng Wuji, who was still sitting on the stool in a daze, and smiled bitterly. He thought that Feng Wuxian was shocked by the name Ah Fei. Because when he first heard Ah Fei's name, he was a little shocked.

The know-it-all looked at Feng Wuxi, who was still sitting on the stool and was stunned, and smiled evilly. He thought that Feng Wuxian was frightened by the name Ah Fei. Because he himself was a little frightened the moment he saw Ah Fei.

None of them expressed any blame or dissatisfaction with Wind Traceless' gaffe. In their opinion, if a young swordsman like Feng Wuxian had heard of Ah Fei's name, it was normal for him to be shocked, shocked, and frightened when he suddenly saw Ah Fei.

Ah Fei was also looking at Feng Wuxi, who was still sitting on the stool in a daze, smiling.

Ah Fei didn't think as much as the Eight Bitter Monks, Zhu Wuji, or Jack-of-all-trades.

Over the years, Ah Fei has rarely shown his identity in front of others. Even if he identified himself in front of others, Ah Fei was not interested in the other party's reaction. How the other person reacts is the other party's business.

The reason why Ah Fei looked at Feng Wuxian was because he felt that this young man was a little interesting.

This young man's swordsmanship is not low. This young man has sword intent in his body. Although the sword intent on this young man's body has not yet been completed, once he cultivates, this young man will definitely become a master of swords.

Wind Without a Trace finally came back to his senses. He kept staring at Ah Fei. He saw the smile on Ah Fei's face. He also saw the smile in Ah Fei's eyes. His heart was a little more settled.

"Fly...... Predecessor...... Hero!" Although his heart has been set up a lot, Feng Wuxian is still a little cramped. The person in front of him is naturally his senior, and he deserves his loud voice.

"Master, please be seated. You may be seated. Please take a seat, too. Ah Fei smiled.

"The six doors have no plans, and I have seen Mr. Fei. "When facing Dugu Feiyun, Zhu Wuji has never been so polite.

"The younger generation has no trace, and I have seen the flying hero. Wind Without a Trace finally calmed down completely.

"Your Excellency, you don't have to be polite. Feng Shaoxia doesn't have to be polite. Have a seat. Ah Fei said with a smile.

After the Eight Bitter Monks, Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuji all sat down, Ah Fei smiled and said to the Eight Bitter Monks: "Master, I have eaten quite lightly these days. Master, can you give me a hoof?"

The Eight Bitter Monks laughed and said, "Flying donor, please!"

Ah Fei stretched out his hand and grabbed a hoof fat, and smiled at Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuxia: "Lord Zhu and Feng Shaoxia don't eat?"

Zhu Wuji arched his hand and said, "Mr. Fei, please." Zhu has already eaten it. ”

Feng Wuxian also arched his hand and said, "Flying hero, please." The younger generation has also eaten. ”

"Then you're welcome. Ah Fei smiled at the Eight Bitter Monks and said, "Master, please." ”

With that, Ah Fei brought the hoof fat to his mouth, gently bit down on a piece, and chewed gently.

The monk smiled, stretched out his right hand, and wanted to tear off a large piece of the roast duck in his left hand, but he picked up his fingertips, gently tore off a small piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

"If the master is so restrained, how can he cultivate to become a true Buddha?" Ah Fei said with a smile as he chewed.

"Ho ho! Hmm! Haha! Fei Shi's words are really the mantra of Buddhism!" The monk swallowed the duck meat in his mouth, laughed, held the roast duck in both hands, and chewed and swallowed it like a whirlwind.

Ah Fei smiled slightly, no longer spoke, just slowly tore the hooves in his hand and chewed slowly.

The monk of the Eight Bitters was munching, and peeked at Ah Fei, and the gratitude in his eyes flashed.

Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuji were all quietly looking at Ah Fei.

At this time, Ah Fei was just an ordinary person enjoying food in an ordinary place. There is nothing in him that can be linked to the word legend.

His clothes were ordinary. His outfit is ordinary. The sword at his waist was ordinary. The way he eats is also very ordinary.

Zhu Wuji and Feng Wuxian don't know that the ordinary Ah Fei they see now is the real Ah Fei today.

Living in such an era is Ah Fei's luck and Ah Fei's misfortune.

When Ah Fei walked out of the mountains and forests with that toy-like sword, he did have a heroic dream in his heart. For Ah Fei, who had a dream of being a hero in his heart, it was his luck to live in such an era of heroes.

But Ah Fei, who brought the sword into the rivers and lakes, soon gave up the heroic dream in his heart. Especially after falling in love with that angelic witch, what Ah Fei wants to do most is to be an ordinary person. What Ah Fei wants is a few acres of thin fields, a few thin houses, and the rest of his life with the woman he loves deeply.

For such a Fei, it is his misfortune to live in such an era. Falling in love with such a witch angel, how could Ah Fei live an ordinary life?

But Ah Fei finally lived the ordinary life he wanted.

After he went into seclusion with his most respected brother Li and sister-in-law, Ah Fei lived an ordinary life. Especially after Ah Fei returned from the open sea, he lived the ordinary life he wanted.

Fishing every day, drinking and drinking, guarding them in the mountain pass far away from where his eldest brother and sister-in-law lived, occasionally going to his eldest brother and sister-in-law's house to give them some fish, rubbing a meal, drinking a pot of tea with Brother Li silently, listening to the nagging of the sister-in-law, watching the children taught by Brother Li laughing around, this is the ordinary and peaceful life that Ah Fei has been living all these years.

Ah Fei has returned to the ordinary. He has been completely reduced to the ordinary.

Although he was forced to re-enter the rivers and lakes with his eldest brother Li and sister-in-law, Ah Fei is still an ordinary Ah Fei.

No one could see the slightest edge from him. Sharp, in the heart. Mang, only when the sword comes out.

At this moment, Ah Fei was just quietly enjoying the hoof fat in his hand.

Ah Fei's thoughts have flown to Li Xunhuan and Sun Xiaohong.

They must have already arrived where they want to go.

Although Brother Li raised his glass again, but in such an early morning, should my sister-in-law allow Brother Li to drink a bar?

Thinking of the deep coldness and pain in Li Xunhuan's eyes when he heard the news of the deaths of Zheng Sanzhou, Sha Qiantao, Mo Qianxun, Wang Zhenwei, Tie Zhongheng and Wen Yixuan, A Fei's heart flashed with a trace of coldness.

Ah Fei didn't realize that he bit off a piece of bone, like chewing a piece of soft hoof fat meat, gently crushed it, and swallowed it gently.

The Eight Bitter Monks, Zhu Wuji, Feng Wuji, and Jack-of-all-trades all heard the sound of Ah Fei chewing on his bones.

Their eyes flashed with indescribable solemnity.