Chapter 10: Regeneration of doubts

The sword flashed, the sword was like a floating cloud, elegant and vulgar, lightning had already hit Lu Xiaofeng's throat, looking at this sword, Lu Xiaofeng's whole body was tense, he didn't know how many dangers he had encountered in his life, and he didn't know how many women with good swordsmanship he had encountered, but the woman in front of him was one of the most dangerous and terrifying women in his life.

If he wasn't Lu Xiaofeng, he would have died, even if he was Lu Xiaofeng, his hand had already caught the ethereal and traceless sword, but he almost died, he looked at the woman in front of him who was dressed in red and looked soft and weak, he really couldn't believe that the young generation of Huashan had such a young master, he could even be sure that this woman who looked no more than twenty years old, except for the sword saint of Huashan, there was no second person in Huashan who could compare with it.

The woman was about to withdraw the long sword, but found that no matter how hard she tried, it was difficult to achieve her goal, she looked at Lu Xiaofeng, her originally soft and weak eyes were even more cold and rational, she said, "Your Excellency is Lu Xiaofeng Lu Daxia?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled slightly, then let go of the sword in his hand, took two steps back, and said, "The girl knows me?"

The woman said lightly: "I don't know you, I naturally know your Lingxi." ”

"Oh?"

The woman said: "There may be many people up and down the rivers and lakes who can catch my sword with two fingers, but the only person with four eyebrows who can catch my sword is Lu Xiaofeng." ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, he looked at the woman in red in front of him with some curiosity, and asked, "Since the girl has already recognized it, why do you want to attack me again?"

The woman's tone was still very calm, still without the slightest extra emotion, she looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "Your Excellency is a friend of Mo Dumping?"

Lu Xiaofeng was speechless, silent for a long time, and said, "Because I'm a friend of Mo Dumping?"

The woman's eyes were clear, staring at the ink pool, and said, "Isn't this reason enough?"

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't refute it, this reason was indeed enough, but he also spoke: "That girl, do you know that I am also a friend of Master Kumei?"

The woman said: "It is precisely because I know that you are a friend of the master, so I did not kill you." ”

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, he was a person who knew when to say something, but at this moment, he found that no matter what he said, it was wrong, so he didn't know what to say, fortunately, he didn't have to say it, he still had something in his hand, something that Yue Buqun handed him.

A letter was handed to the woman.

The woman was not polite, he read the letter, and then looked at Lu Xiaofeng and said, "The head of the family invited you here?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

The woman glanced at Lu Xiaofeng with strange eyes, and said, "Okay, I'll take you to worship the master." Lu Xiaofeng finally sighed when he heard this, and now he can finally step into Chaoxia Peak.

Yan Shisan looked at Li Qinglian, he looked at Li Qinglian for a long time, and the time was so long that Li Qinglian couldn't hold her breath and spoke, and then he slowly spoke: "Do you want to challenge Mo Tingchi?"

Li Qinglian nodded, and said without hesitation: "The most famous people in the rivers and lakes today are none other than the Ink Dumping Pool and the Palace Master of the Shifting Flower Palace, if I can defeat the Ink Dumping Pond, then I can naturally be famous in the rivers and lakes." ”

Yan Shisan couldn't deny this, this was a big truth, but his expression was still cold, and there was no trace of superfluous or complicated emotions on his face, he said: "You said it well, but it's a pity that with your current ability, you are definitely not the opponent of Mo Dumping." ”

Li Qinglian looked at Yan Shisan, his pupils shrank, logically speaking, he should have been very angry, but at this moment, he didn't have the slightest anger, and even thought that Yan Shisan's words were a fact.

If one thing is true, then what is there to be angry? Therefore, Li Qinglian was not angry, his expression was as calm as ever, but there was a touch of heat in his eyes, he looked at Yan Shisan and said, "Maybe you are right, but if you haven't fought, how can you know victory or defeat?"

Yan Thirteen couldn't admit this sentence, he didn't speak, he held the sword, and held the sword that was inserted in the scabbard inlaid with thirteen pearls.

The sword was unsheathed, and immediately both Feng Siniang and Xiao Shiyi Lang felt the incomparable terrifying sword intent on the sword, the moment the sword was unsheathed, they even suddenly felt as if death was coming to the world, they looked at Yan Shisan, who still looked cold, they had to admit one thing, Yan Shisan's current Yan Shisan was even more terrifying than a few months ago.

A thought came to the minds of the two of them, could it be that Yan Shisan had already comprehended the fourteenth sword of death.

Suffocation, the terrible feeling of suffocation was like a raging sea that almost submerged his whole body, he just saw Yan Thirteen draw his sword, but he had already given birth to an unprecedented pressure, a sense of powerlessness that he had never encountered, but he still did not retreat, looking at Yan Thirteen who did not advance in the same step, but in his eyes it was like Yan Thirteen who was the god of death.

His eyes were clear and calm, and Yan Shisan's eyes were also calm and clear, and the two looked at each other.

In an instant, the sword light was flashing, the long sword was back in the sheath, and he looked at Li Qinglian and said, "How is my sword?"

Li Qinglian paused slightly, and said: "This is a good sword, you are also an excellent swordsman, if you talk about swordsmanship, I am not as good as you." ”

Yan Shisan's face still didn't have any extra expression, and he said, "Then do you know how the sword of the Ink Dumping Pool is?"

Li Qinglian shook his head, he glanced back at Feng Siniang and Xiao Shiyilang, and said, "I haven't seen him, how do I know how his swordsmanship is?" It's just that to be able to get both Xiao Shiyi Lang and Feng Siniang praise in unison, and to be better than the undefeated legendary Chu Liuxiang's swordsman, that swordsmanship is naturally rare in the world. ”

Yan Shisan sneered, he said coldly: "His sword is rare in the world, and the only people in the martial arts today who can compete with him on the sword are Ye Gucheng, Ximen Blowing Snow, Feng Qingyang and a few others. ”

"You don't count?" Li Qinglian was a little surprised.

Yan Shisan's hands were already clenched, and he said coldly: "I don't know about this, but I really didn't count it in the past. ”

Li Qinglian's eyes suddenly brightened a lot, and he said, "Now you have the confidence to win the ink pool?"

Yan Shisan said: "You are wrong, there is only one reason why I came to see Mo Dump Chi this time." ”

Li Qinglian looked at Yan Shisan and didn't speak, he was listening.

Yan Shisan said lightly: "I just asked him to see my fourteenth sword." ”

The Fourteenth Sword? Li Qinglian didn't understand, but Xiao Shiyi Lang and Feng Siniang understood, they had heard Mo Dumping Chi say that the essence of the Thirteen Deadly Swords was actually in the Fourteenth Sword, and as soon as the Fourteenth Sword came out, there was almost no one in the rivers and lakes who was Yan Shisan's opponent.

They looked at Yan Thirteen, and they were curious about what kind of swordsmanship this deadly fourteenth sword was?

It's just that they didn't try, they didn't dare and they didn't have the qualifications to try. Except for the ink pouring pool of this sword, who else is qualified to try this? Whether it is Yan Shisan, Xiao Shiyilang, and Feng Siniang, they all think so in their hearts.

Tombstones, withered grass, dark clouds in the sky, and a light rain has fallen.

Lu Xiaofeng stood straight in front of the tombstone like a spear, looking at the tombstones piled up on a small hillside, his expression was solemn and solemn, and behind him were the two most successful disciples of Master Kumei in his life: Hua Zhenzhen and Gao Yanan, both of them wore white scarves on their heads, and looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a cold and murderous expression, it was obvious that they were disgusted by Lu Xiaofeng's identity as a friend of Mo Tingchi.

Lu Xiaofeng also understood this, fortunately he didn't come as a friend of Mo Dumping Chi this time, he came to worship Master Kumei, and he also came to ask some questions that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

He stood for a quarter of an hour, then turned to look at Hua Zhenzhen, who had just drawn his sword at him, and arched his hand: "Originally, I shouldn't have disturbed the two of you, but there are some things I have to ask the two of you, because only the two of you can understand this matter clearly. ”

Before Hua Zhenzhen could speak, Gao Yanan, dressed in a blue robe, said coldly: "Are we qualified to refuse?

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, but he didn't argue, he said directly: "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Ling Hu Chong, the eldest disciple of Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan, died at the hands of Mo Dumping Pool?"

Hua Zhenzhen stared at Lu Xiaofeng and asked rhetorically, "If Ling Hu Chong didn't die at the hands of the Ink Dumping Pool, then why would my master fight the Ink Dumping Pool?"

Lu Xiaofeng's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he continued to ask: "That means that Master Kumei did die at the hands of Mo Dump Chi, and Mo Dump Chi has also admitted to killing Master Dry Plum. ”

Hua Zhenzhen and Gao Yanan just looked at Lu Xiaofeng and didn't speak, but Lu Xiaofeng had already got the answer from the eyes of the two.

Faced with this kind of look like looking at a fat and dirty mouse, although Lu Xiaofeng already wanted to leave, he couldn't leave yet, so he asked again: "Do you know when Ling Hu Chong died?"

Gao Yanan and Hua Zhenzhen were stunned for a moment, and then shook their heads, they didn't know this, Gao Yanan said: "Does this matter?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Maybe it has a relationship, maybe it doesn't matter, but one thing is certain, if Ling Hu Chong's death time and the time when Mo Dump Chi appeared, then the person who killed Ling Hu Chong may not be Mo Dump Chi, in that case, why should Mo Dump Chi admit to killing Ling Hu Chong? If the time coincides, it can only prove that there is no doubt about this matter." ”

Gao Yanan sneered on his face, he looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly and said, "We don't know these things and don't know, I only know one thing: the person who killed my master is Mo Dumping, it's enough for us to know this." ”

Lu Xiaofeng was speechless, no matter how he killed Master Kumei, there is no doubt that the person who killed Master Kumei was indeed Mo Dumping, if this point could not be overturned, then for Hua Zhenzhen and Gao Yanan, what was the use of the truth of the facts?

Unless he killed Master Kumei and didn't die, unless the person who killed Master Kumei was not Mo Dump Chi, thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help staring at the tombstone, he sighed in his heart, if he had known about this matter a few days earlier, and had seen Master Kumei before Master Kumei was buried, he might be able to confirm that the person who killed Master Kumei was not Mo Dump Pool.

Chaoxia Peak couldn't ask any questions, Lu Xiaofeng gave up his hand to the two, and left immediately, he could see that Hua Zhenzhen and Gao Yanan were not lying, but there were many doubts in it, so he had to find another person, he wanted to find Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang must have seen the wounds on Master Kumei's body, and with Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship attainments, he could definitely judge whether the person who killed Master Kumei was Mo Dumpchi.

In front of the grave, Hua Zhenzhen put a flower in front of the tombstone, she turned to look at Gao Yanan with an indifferent face, and said softly: "Lu Xiaofeng is an extremely smart person, and with his relationship with Mo Dumpchi, he will definitely continue to investigate this matter." ”

Gao Yanan's expression was gloomy, she looked at Hua Zhenzhen, and said, "Just let him investigate, no matter what, the matter of Mo Dumping Chi killing the master is a fact, can he still clear the white of Ink Dumping Pond?"

Hearing this, Hua Zhenzhen was also silent.

She sighed: "Originally, the master didn't have to die, but she didn't want to live anymore. ”

Hearing this, Gao Yanan's hands clenched into fists, and she stared at Hua Zhenzhen and said, "Senior sister, since you understand why the master is willing to die in the hands of Mo Dumping, then you should fulfill her last wish." ”

Hua Zhenzhen found that she couldn't say anything, she really couldn't let her master die in vain. (To be continued.) )