Chapter 43, the end of the song is scattered

July 28th.

After the duel between Chu Liuxiang and Mo Dumping, many people left, and Lu Xiaofeng, Wuhua, and Ji Bingyan left on July 28. Originally, Lu Xiaofeng planned to wait until he ate the exquisite dishes made by Song Tian'er before leaving, but it was reported in Xuejiazhuang that Xue Bing had an accident, so Lu Xiaofeng had no choice but to leave immediately.

As for Wuhua and Ji Bingyan. The former took Nangong Ling's body to the helm of the beggar gang, while the latter went to the desert to continue the expedition.

On the Mo Dump Chi side, except for Shangguan Xiaoxian, Gongsun Lan, Ouyang Qing, Feng Siniang, Xiao Shiyilang, Yan Shisan, and Liu Changjie almost all left Fancheng without saying goodbye. And the only one who said goodbye to Mo Dumping Pond was the first to leave Fancheng, and the two chatted for half an hour in the cold window, and the Central Plains went out of the city at a little red.

This can really be regarded as the end of the song.

But is the song over? Life is not over, how can the song end?

Zhongyuan Yihong is already tired, not physically tired, but his heart is tired, his heart is too tired and tired, so tired that he may fall asleep anytime and anywhere, but he also knows that he can't sleep, he understands that once he sleeps, he may never wake up.

In the past, he didn't care about life or death, he only cared about whether he could make money, but now he cares. He didn't want to die, he found that there were still some people and things in the world that he cared about, so he didn't want to die.

However, he also knows that a person who does not want to die can only be immortal after facing death, so he is ready to enter the vortex of death.

-- Man can only survive if he has passed through the whirlpool of death.

Everybody's life has one or several death whirlpools, some people don't know, and some people see it very clearly, Zhongyuan Yihong sees it very clearly, he knows what his death whirlpool is?

He was waiting for someone, a man who had created a death spiral for him for nearly thirty years, and who was also the closest and strangest person in his life—his father-in-law.

Zhongyuan Yihong waited in the house for three days, and three days later he saw his father-in-law who was wearing a black night suit all year round, he walked directly to the man in black and said, "I'm here, you can do it." ”

The man in black looked at Zhongyuan very calmly, and he said, "You don't have to come back, if you don't come back, there won't be many people in the world who can find you." ”

Zhongyuan smiled coldly and said, "If you are determined to kill someone, how many people in the world can escape from your net? ”

"So you're here to die?"

"If a person is afraid of death, he will die quickly, and if he is not afraid of death, then he may not die. ”

"Are you betting?"

"I don't like to gamble, I've been unlucky, but now I don't have any other options, so you can choose to do it. Zhongyuan Yihong looked coldly at the man in black, looked at his father-in-law, and the man in black looked at Zhongyuan Xiaohong, he could see Zhongyuan Dianhong's cold and calm expression.

His hand was still holding the sword, he knew that he was going to make a move, with the martial arts attainments of the current Central Plains a little red, he could kill the Central Plains a little red with just one sword, but his hands had begun to tremble, and his heart gradually became cold, and an unprecedented coldness filled his chest.

At last he had made up his mind, and his hand was already down from the hilt of his sword.

Seeing this scene, Zhongyuan turned around and left directly.

The man in black looked at the back of the Central Plains and said only one sentence: "There is no relationship between you and me." ”

Nakahara's red hand was clenched into a fist, and the nails had been embedded in the skin, and blood flowed out. Every step he took was very calm and determined, without any hesitation.

The man in black looked at the back of the Central Plains, he felt for the first time that the figure of this righteous son he had adopted and raised since childhood was so majestic and decisive, and for the first time he felt as if he had lost something. He couldn't recognize in his mind the scene of Nakahara Dianhong and his childhood.

Twenty years ago, he held a small bench and said, "You did this?"

Zhongyuan said a little red: "Yes, father-in-law." ”

He said, "You make me a bench." ”

Nakahara nodded a little red.

He smiled coldly, "Do you know I don't want a bench?"

Zhongyuan said a little red: "What do you want to think?"

He said, "Can you get me gold and silver treasures?"

Zhongyuan said a little red: "As long as the father-in-law wants." ”

He said: "If you want to get gold and silver treasures, you need to learn martial arts well, only the better your martial arts, the more people you kill, you can have a chance to get me money." ”

Zhongyuan said a little red: "I will." ”

He smiled, glanced at the bench in his hand, and fell directly to the ground, breaking into powder.

He also paid attention to Zhongyuan a little red, and he found that Zhongyuan a little red's eyes also shattered with the scruple of the bench, and the enthusiasm in his eyes had dimmed.

He looked at the back of Zhongyuan Yihong leaving, thinking of this matter in his mind, and a thought couldn't help but come to his mind: "Maybe the end of the matter was doomed as early as back then." ”

Looking at Zhongyuan a little red, the killing intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring, but his sword still had no way to get out of the sheath after all, it was not that he didn't want to kill Zhongyuan a little red, but he didn't dare to kill.

He came to this house to kill Zhongyuan Yihong, but this matter changed a few days ago, and the money gang Shangguan Xiaoxian sent a disciple to pass him a note, and a line of words was written on the note: Zhongyuan Yidian is my friend.

With a simple sentence, he didn't dare to touch the Central Plains a little red.

Although he didn't go to Fancheng these days, he almost knew everything about Fancheng, and there was only one friend who was a little red in the Central Plains, and that was Mo Dump Chi. And Mo Dumping Chi is a terrible character who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands for rain in Fancheng, and played Chu Liuxiang and others in applause, not to mention that this person has a very strange relationship with many forces such as the Money Gang, the Shifting Flower Palace, and Mrs. Jintai.

He wanted to kill Zhongyuan a little red, but the price was too great, so he had to let go.

"Ink Dumping Pond, Ink Dumping Pond, the rivers and lakes are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are such terrible characters, which make Chu Liuxiang, Lu Xiaofeng, Wuhua and others hate it. Thinking of Wuhua, thinking of that person, a weird smile appeared on his face.

Nangong Ling was dead, but Wuhua was not dead, nor was he exposed, and he could even imagine the revenge that Mo Dump Chi would suffer in the future.

Wuhua, this person is really an extremely terrifying character.

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Wuhua took Nangong Ling's corpse and traveled all the way north, not to the beggar gang Hebei helm, but to walk in the direction of the desert.

Leaving Fancheng on the evening of July 28, he walked for five days, and five days later he stopped in a wilderness, where a group of women stopped him.

There are a total of more than a dozen women, all of whom are stunning, among which there are four women carrying a very delicate and beautiful sedan chair, they look at Wuhua who is driving a cart and holding the coffin, without the slightest intention of giving way, they stop directly in the middle of the wasteland, waiting for Wuhua to come up, and they are all very confident that Wuhua will definitely come up.

Sure enough, no flowers came up, and when he was ten meters in front of the sedan chair, he got off the board car, walked to the sedan chair, and saluted respectfully, saying, "Mother." ”

The voice fell, and a very smart voice immediately came out of the sedan chair: "You have failed." ”

Wuhua bowed her head respectfully and said, "We failed." ”

"Hey, it's a pity that it's a good game of chess in the Central Plains. The woman in the sedan chair sighed, and then quickly calmed down and said: "This ink pouring pool has the ability to go up and down the Divine Sword Villa, and can destroy the Xiaoyao Hou of the Doll Mountain Villa, and can easily deal with the ingenious plan you set up, and kill my son Nangong Ling, it seems that this person is really not to be underestimated." ”

Wuhua nodded in agreement, and he said in a very soft but also very affirmative tone: "Although this person was unknown in the rivers and lakes before, he is even more terrifying than Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng, and this person seems to have a lot to do with the two of Yingyue and Lianxing of the Flower Shifting Palace. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sedan chair slam violently.

How smart he was, he could naturally hear the voice of the woman in the sedan chair, his face was calm and composed, and he secretly sneered in his heart.

"Chu Liuxiang and Lu Xiaofeng are already extremely powerful characters in the rivers and lakes, this person is even better than the two of them, it seems that this ink pouring pool is indeed an extremely difficult character. But I can hear that he doesn't seem to know that you're involved in the operation this time?"

Wuhua shook his head and said: "I think he should already know, but his purpose is not to deal with me or my brother, not to mention that Nangong didn't leak half of my information, so he didn't care about these details." ”

"When the judgment continues to suffer from the chaos, your brother is really irrational, he is not without other opportunities, why fight to the death, resulting in the current beggar gang can only be easily handled, and the Central Plains has no capital!" The woman smiled coldly and said: "But it's okay, the country of Qiuci is not completely under my control now, and the affairs of the Central Plains are not too wasteful of energy, you immediately go to Shaolin to apply to the Great Compassion Zen Master for a cloud tour, and then come to the country of Qiuci to achieve a great cause for me." ”

Wuhua clasped her hands together and said, "The child takes the order." ”

The woman glanced at Wuhua through the sand tent, she stretched out a flawless arm from the gauze tent, waved her hand at Wuhua, and said softly: "You can set off now, as for your brother, I will send someone to bury him." ”

Wuhua borrowed a horse from one of the women and left immediately.

The woman didn't move, she gently knocked on the sedan chair, looking at the sound of no flowers leaving, after a long, long time, she slowly said: "Those who become big things are not informal, no flowers, no flowers, your temperament is very easy to achieve great things, but unfortunately why do you stick to the word love? The love in the world, whether it is family affection, love or friendship, is just the most useless burden, it is useless to get, and it is not a pity to go." ”

The voice was as cold as frost, like ice and snow in the sky, and it was unmatchedly cold.

Immediately, the sedan chair was raised, and this group of stunning women who seemed to have descended from the fairy world seemed to be tired of the mortal world, left the mortal world, and disappeared from people's sight.

(End of this volume) (To be continued.) )