It was just dawn, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of white dew. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The morning breeze is already cold, not to mention that it is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The cold wind was blowing on the ethereal peak. In the back mountains, the sound of swords shimmers.

The sword light danced wildly, sharp and ruthless, with a violent killing intent.

Duanmu Xuan was frantically waving the long sword in his hand in the cold wind. In one move, the murderous aura was soaring, driving even the breeze to become cold, as if to destroy everything in front of him.

For some reason, he's been feeling a sulk in his chest lately.

The autumn wind was trembling, he danced the sword in his hand selflessly, and a thin bead of sweat had appeared on his forehead, but he didn't seem to feel tired, so he kept dancing and dancing......

Why, after the previous incident in Blackstone Town, he could have taken this opportunity to attack Luoxue Valley and then get rid of Yang Xiaofeng, but his uncle rejected him.

Subsequently, he still did not give up, and ran in many ways, wanting the uncles and uncles of the Elder Hall to come forward to persuade his uncle on his behalf, but he only got the same answer every time.

In this way, although he was unwilling in his heart, he had to endure it. However, just a few days ago, he heard that Luo Qingxue was finally going to marry Yang Xiaofeng, and even the date had been chosen.

He could still bear it, and every time he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think of the woman in his heart.

Who knows how the tormented heart survives those countless long nights. How many times did he think about Luo Qingxue, and just sat stupidly all night.

As the days passed, he became more and more afraid, he was afraid that he would drag on any longer, and when the dust settled, he would never have a chance again.

Yesterday, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he stayed awake all night, feeling extremely bored. So, just after dawn this morning, he took the opportunity to greet his uncle again, hoping that his old man would agree to his approach.

Once again, however, he was disappointed.

Because my uncle wasn't there at all, I asked the disciples who were with him, but none of them knew where the master had gone.

Duanmu Xuan felt depressed, and after coming out of the residence of the head of the sect, he walked slowly on the empty road of the back mountain as if he had lost his soul.

The morning breeze was cold, and the chill hit, and he felt like he was holding a fire in his heart, and the emotions that had been suppressed for many days could no longer be restrained, just like the rushing river, which had drowned all his senses.

The next moment, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed. In the cold autumn wind, he began a frantic sword dance.

The long sword in his hand was facing the sky, dancing wildly against the wind, and his blood seemed to be burning with raging flames, making it difficult for his surging heart to calm down anymore.

One move and one style, just like a dragon going out to sea, and like a thousand streams returning to the abyss, running happily in the morning breeze. The moves are sharp, revealing bursts of killing intent, and the sword wind is wild, which is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

In the autumn, in the cold wind, Duanmu Xuan's mouth roared loudly, the sword in his hand danced arrogantly and uninhibitedly, and his body seemed to be tireless. Obviously facing the cold mountain wind, but as if he was facing someone, his face was full of murder, his red eyes revealed a strong hatred, his moves were vicious, and he frantically vented the indignation in his heart.

He wanted to kill.

His desire to kill had never been stronger.

He wanted to kill Yang Xiaofeng.

If he could, he only wanted to break Yang Xiaofeng's body into pieces now. He didn't even have the leisure time now, and he could keep Yang Xiaofeng's life and torture him slowly.

The hatred for Yang Xiaofeng has completely penetrated into his bone marrow.

It's just that maybe Duanmu Xuan didn't realize how ridiculous or hateful his hatred for Yang Xiaofeng was.

Is it that the person who hates others is actually the most hated person himself.

Duanmu Xuan is really pathetic and shameless, he can't rob other people's fiancées, so he thinks about killing others.

The number one faction in the dignified martial arts, the so-called righteous leader Ethereal Peak's future successor, is such a shameless villain, it's ridiculous to think about it.

The long sword was swung out again and again, the sword intent was cold, the edge was exposed, Duanmu Xuan danced wildly, but he didn't notice it, I don't know when it started, a woman was standing not far away, looking at him calmly.

Murong Yan's expression was calm, standing a few steps away from Duanmu Xuan, quietly watching him. Looking at the person who had completely fallen into madness, for a long time, a few traces of disappointment flashed on her face.

In the past, Senior Brother was not like this, once upon a time, he was a role model for their generation of Ethereal Peak disciples to learn from and behave.

Senior brother's talent, character, knowledge of martial arts, and his open-mindedness in dealing with the world...... , there is nothing that does not impress their class of sisters and brothers. But I don't know when it began, Senior Brother He changed, became ruthless, became narrow-minded, became indistinguishable between right and wrong, and became unscrupulous, all because of a woman.

However, what puzzled her was that even though she got the heart of the person she wanted, she lost herself because of it, so what is the point of all this in the end?

The breeze was blowing, and Murong Yan thought quietly.

In a trance, she remembered that day, in the fake treasure cave of Black Stone Mountain, Yang Xiaofeng asked herself the question inexplicably?

"Miss Murong, I want to say that today's incident is not a conspiracy planned by me behind my back, do you believe it?"

In fact, Yang Xiaofeng and her were only meeting for the first time, but it was just this one-sided relationship, and she actually believed him.

"Childe, I believe in you".

She didn't know why she actually believed Yang Xiaofeng's words at that time, and when she thought about it carefully, it was really ridiculous, in that situation at that time, Yang Xiaofeng was actually on the opposite side of her, and she was not even a friend at all.

is such a person, she actually believes the other party.

Perhaps, it's because of Luo Qingxue.

Murong Yan believes that the woman who is not inferior to herself in any aspect will never be wrong in her vision. Therefore, the man who can make Luo Qingxue wait for ten years will never be too bad.

She didn't understand that a man as good as her senior brother could not get into Luo Qingxue's eyes. But later, the moment she saw Yang Xiaofeng, she finally understood.

That man's bearing, his mind and responsibility, just his peaceful state of mind, are by no means comparable to senior brothers.

Murong Yan thought about it, but he was stunned. Even if he didn't notice it, Duanmu Xuan finally put away the long sword in his hand and looked at her expressionlessly.

"Senior sister, is there anything wrong with you this early in the morning?"

Duanmu Xuan's tone was cold, and he asked without emotion.

In the past few days, as long as he thought of what Murong Yan had said in the Black Stone Mountain that day, he was very angry in his heart, and naturally he didn't have a good face for her.

Murong Yan didn't mind, she already knew about her senior brother's posture, and at the moment, she said with some concern: "At the Mid-Autumn Festival party last night, I saw that my senior brother was not there, so I came to see if my senior brother was uncomfortable."

"Huh...... Am I uncomfortable somewhere, haha......", Duanmu Xuan smiled self-deprecatingly, he wanted to say that his heart was about to die of pain now, but he just said: "I'm fine, I have Senior Sister Lao to care."

"That's ......", Murong Yan saw that Duanmu Xuan had no intention of talking to him, and immediately said: "Since that's the case, then I'll go first."

She then turned and walked away slowly.

In this way, Duanmu Xuan was a little overwhelmed, in the final analysis, he had always treated Murong Yan as his own sister, and he was actually very relieved that she could come to visit him, but he was just ......

He wanted to stop Murong Yan, but in the end, he forgot it.

No, Murong Yan suddenly stopped by himself, smiled back, and said, "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing to tell Senior Brother."

"What's the matter"?

Duanmu Xuan's expression finally eased a little, and his words were not as cold as just now.

Murong Yan's lips moved, but he wanted to speak and stopped, just looking at Duanmu Xuan quietly.

Looking at the look of the junior sister, Duanmu Xuan already knew what she was going to say, smiled sadly, and said, "Senior sister, if you have anything to say, please say it clearly, even if there is something inappropriate, I will not blame you."

Murong Yan was still silent, and after a long time, he said, "I heard that Luo Qingxue and Yang Xiaofeng are going to get married, do you know?"

"I know...... Ha ha...... Do I know......", Duanmu Xuan's expression was sluggish, as if he had lost his soul, and his mouth kept repeating Murong Yan's question just now, and after a while, he finally smiled miserably, as if he was asking Murong Yan rhetorically, and as if he was asking himself, "What if you know, what if you don't know"?

"It's nothing ......", Murong Yan frowned, and said in a harmonious voice: "I'm just a little worried about Senior Brother, if you continue like this, if you continue like this, I'm afraid it will be ......."

"I'm afraid...... , hehe......", Duanmu Xuan smiled coldly and said, "I'm afraid of what, are you afraid that one day I will go crazy"?

"Not bad......", Murong Yan nodded without hesitation, looked directly at Duanmu Xuan, and said loudly: "Luo Qingxue has already become a dead knot in Senior Brother's heart, if you can't untie this dead knot, it will not be good with you, with Luo Qingxue, or even with Yang Xiaofeng."

"Then how can you ......", Duanmu Xuan sneered, and said intriguingly: "I don't know who you are worried about when you say this, junior sister, it's me, or Yang Xiaofeng"?

"Senior brother, you ......", Murong Yan was angry for a while, and wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know how to open his mouth when the words came to his mouth, so he had to wave his hand and said: "Come on, since you think like this, senior brother, then I have nothing to say, I'll go first, you think about it yourself."

Murong Yan was really angry at what Duanmu Xuan had just said, but she also knew in her heart that the senior brother was depressed, and he was involved in Yang Xiaofeng, so he naturally spoke rudely. At that moment, she didn't want to argue with Duanmu Xuan, so she only stomped her foot on the ground, glared at the other party fiercely, and then turned to leave.

The morning breeze was cold, and the sweat that had just come out was blown by the wind, and I felt that my whole body was cold.

Perhaps, people's hearts have also cooled down. But Duanmu Xuan felt that the nameless fire in his chest was burning more and more, and his blood was boiling again.

There was a wind blowing, and Murong Yandu's already vague voice was brought from afar, only to hear her faintly say: "Senior brother, it's still that sentence, the obsession in your heart is too heavy, if you don't learn to resolve it, one day you will end up harming yourself."

"Is the obsession too heavy......", Duanmu Xuan muttered, maybe.

He sneered a few times, his face gloomy, and said to himself: "But so what, why should I learn to resolve ......"?

Looking up, the sky has broken through the clouds in the distance, reflecting a dazzling golden ray, and the sun is about to rise. It's just that under that golden mang, there are always some dark clouds that can't be dispersed.

The long sword in his hand pointed to the sky, and Duanmu Xuan began to dance messily again.

The sword aura was awe-inspiring, and it brought up a whirlwind.

In the cold morning breeze, You Zi was still echoing Duanmu Xuan's resentful words:

"I don't need to resolve the obsession in my heart, I just want Yang Xiaofeng to die......."

The cold wind carried Duanmu Xuan's words, and along with his deep resentment, drifted away from the distance.

Murong Yan, who was already far away, paused slightly in his footsteps, and finally walked away disappointed with the wind.

Why, Senior Brother has become what he is now?

Just out of possessiveness for Luo Qingxue, just because he couldn't get Luo Qingxue, he thought about letting the other party die.

Compared to Yang Xiaofeng, Senior Brother really has too much, but why does he still not know how to be satisfied, why does he have to rob other people's things?

I was slightly drunk last night and felt a splitting headache this morning. However, Boss Zhao still got up early in the morning, thinking that he was afraid that he would treat the guests slowly after he was drunk last night, so he got up early to apologize to the guests.

The courtyard was silent, and the door was open, presumably Mr. Li hadn't gotten up yet.

"There was a lot of neglect last night, I hope Mr. is not strange", the boss smiled and slowly pushed the door open.

It's just that the bed is empty, so what's Mr. Li. The boss glanced around the room, and there was nothing but the half-hung money on the wooden table.

It turned out that Li Muqing didn't know when, and he had already left.

"Hehe, what a weirdo ......", the boss could only sigh and mutter.

At the same time, Shimizu Villa, back mountain.

The ground was covered with cold dew, as if it had just rained. The withered grass is miscellaneous, Li Muqing is walking slowly here, all wet from the knee down, the morning dew is cold, but he doesn't seem to care at all.

He didn't walk fast, he wasn't in a hurry, he just walked slowly, walking. Finally, he finally stopped in front of the joint tomb of Yang Shuangzi and Mei Luoyun.

Looking at the handwriting on the tombstone, which had been worn out by the years, he suddenly smiled. Very relieved, a faint smile, it's just that this smile is somewhat sad.

thought that time could dilute all the memories he once had, but after so many years, he still couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart.

It's just that if you can easily let go, how can it be called an obsession.

"Second brother, Luoyun, I've come to see you......."

Li Muqing muttered to himself, and then looked up into the sky.

I saw that at the junction of the clouds, the morning sun had poured down from the sky.