The trail of sheep intestines, coming through the valley, surrounded by knee-deep grass is lush and green, and even worse, has grown as tall as a small tree.

Dressed in white, there were some wrinkles after the wind and snow, and Jiang Feng's figure turned out. In the distance, it is already visible from the village entrance where a pot of old wine and the rivers and lakes were drunk together.

Jiang Feng's gaze flickered, and suddenly, his nose moved a few times.

"What a bloody smell, who is it?"

Today, there are fewer and fewer people and things in the rivers and lakes that can stop the pace of the river wind. After striding out, after a few moments, Jiang Feng had already appeared in the village that had been destroyed.

The human head, the traces of blood flowing in the seven orifices have not yet faded, and there is not half a wisp of green silk on the top of the bare head. Not surprisingly, it was the head of a monk, and in this era of parents who had a body and skin, there were probably not many people who would shave a big bald head like a monk.

However, if it was just such a head, it would never be possible for Jiang Feng to sense the bloody aura here from afar.

It was a myriad of human heads, piled up there like a hill, and when you looked at it roughly, it was at least a foot high.

The cold wind blew, and from time to time it brought a low whistling sound from the pile of heads, which was not terrible. If there are children here, they will be frightened by this sound and cry.

At this time, Jiang Feng was completely unmoved by everything in front of him, just looked at the dilapidated village and the gloomy human head tower, and said to himself: "The cause of his day, the fruit of today, from now on, there will never be a Blood Knife Gate in this world again, but I don't know that your Blood Knife Gate once herded the horse Lingzhou and plundered four points, did you think that there would be today?"

Jianghu does not believe in the dead, because the dead have no value except for the great deeds of the victors and the aftermath of tea and dinner. They can't even refute all the lies that have been laid upon or about them.

"Who are they? Looking at these heads, the difference in time of their death is not too far, no more than three days at most. The Blood Knife Sect has been operating in the southern part of Lingzhou for many years, and the tiger is still threatening, and it is not easy to slaughter all the disciples of the Blood Knife Sect in three days!"

The "huhu" wind blew up the weeds and blew away the blood flowers.

"Hot!"

Wind, in Lingzhou, a region that is bitter cold all year round, often means severe cold, especially in this season when the autumn wind has gone and the cold winter is coming.

"That's not right!"

Just when Jiang Feng suddenly felt that the wind that seemed to be a little hot was not real, but came from his own heart, a figure suddenly appeared on a towering dirt slope not far away.

The cloud bun was towering, the figure was tall, and a big red robe dragged out of the ground more than a foot. The bitter cold of winter kills the colors of the mountains in the past, and in the monotonous world, this robe becomes more and more dazzling.

The wind continued to blow, coming from that figure, and heading in the direction of the river wind.

This time, it's not just the heat, it's a hint of sweetness, and a chill that can only be felt when you peel everything off.

"That robe wasn't supposed to be red!"

Jiang Feng thought so.

Indeed, there is no longer a robe in the world, which can be like this robe, red translucent, red shocking, red so that people can't help but feel the magic as long as they look at it.

"Squeak", "squeak", ......

There were two sounds of crushing earth under Jiang Feng's feet.

"You must be familiar with this village?"

The person with his back to Jiang Feng suddenly spoke, although it was clear at a glance that she was a woman. But at this time, the cold voice came, and it was difficult to get any useful information from it.

At this time, Jiang Feng said lightly: "Look at your appearance, when the Blood Knife Gate slaughtered the village, you must have been a survivor!"

"You killed those Blood Sword Sect disciples back then?"

"Today's human head tower must have been built by you. ”

Silence, a moment of silence, the other party still did not turn around, the wind rose, a little cold, but this kind of wind is the wind that should be in this season.

"I came back that year, but unfortunately, all the corpses have been burned by the fire.

Since you were here back then, let me ask you, there is a little girl named Dong Lin who is seven or eight years old, is she alive or dead?"

At this moment, between the faint trembling of the voice and the anticipation, there finally had some characteristics of a woman's voice.

"She's fine, but she's been hiding in the barrel long enough. When they came here together, there was also Dingyi Shitai of the Hengshan faction, and later Dong Lin went up to Hengshan with her, worshiped under his door, and issued the number: Yilin.

Although Yilin's kung fu is not high now, I can see that she is very happy living in the Hengshan Sect! If there is no need, it is better not to disturb her, knowing too much, carrying too much, many times, it is not a kind of happiness!"

"Have you guessed who I am?"

The voice of the visitor was cold and surprised.

"Thank you for that bowl of porridge back then, and thank you for letting me meet you today!"

"Why?"

"If it weren't for your bowl of porridge, maybe I would have died in the cold of the wind and rain and the hunger of my body.

And when I finally saw you today and knew that you were safe and sound, it made me let go of the obsession I had over the years and give me back my true colors. ”

Silence, silence again, for a long time, Dong Bai suddenly said: "Maybe all this is the will of heaven, creation makes people, in this river and lake, there will always be many things you can't think of." ”

Her voice is crisp and tactful, vaguely with the shadow of the past. No matter how high your martial arts skills are and how prominent your status is, being a Jianghu person is really tiring.

"Jiang Feng, do you want to see me now?"

To see, or not to see? This seems to be a very simple question, but for Jiang Feng at this time, it is by no means a simple choice.

"As long as you say a word, go to the soup and go to the fire, and you will not give up!"

Jiang Feng's words were obviously not answered, but at this moment, only in this way could he have no worries in his heart. It's a feeling, a feeling he's always trusted.

"No need, no need, in fact, after you saved Dong Lin back then, it is no longer that you owe me, but that I owe you!"

With that, the figure suddenly raised its head, and its long hair scattered with the north wind, like ocean waves, exuding a lazy and misty atmosphere.

"My cottage has been cleaned up, I'll lend it to you!"

After that, Dong Bai's figure had disappeared from Jiang Feng's sight in a blink of an eye.

"It's familiar, it's a pity!"

With a light sigh, Jiang Feng walked towards the hut that changed his life in the past. Every time he took a step, there seemed to be some inexplicable changes in his body. (To be continued.) )