Plant one millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

Day and night of dedication and hard work, sweat and hard work, all you ask for is nothing more than joy at the last harvest moment.

This joy is not only the joy of the fruit, but also the sense of accomplishment of the process of hard work and struggle.

But if you work hard for a long time, and in the end, it is someone else who picks the fruit, and you are probably not very happy in your heart.

Following the route that had been planned for a long time, Jiang Feng easily rushed out of the encirclement with Shi Zhongyu. The huge Changle Gang had completely fallen into chaos at this time, losing its close cooperation, and it was difficult for those gangs with mediocre martial arts to pose the slightest threat to Jiang Feng.

It was a dilapidated earthen house, and not all the buildings in the bustling Zhenjiang Mansion were tall and elaborate. Behind every piece of prosperity is the result of the continuous efforts of more humble beings.

Such dilapidated huts that can't even withstand the wind and rain abound on the edge of Zhenjiang Mansion.

It's the best of the world, it's the worst of the world, and this is the world of rivers and lakes. If you don't have martial arts, or your martial arts are not high enough, then the beauty of the sunrise tomorrow will probably be difficult for you to feel.

The wooden door, which does not shelter from the wind and rain, is pushed open by the river wind.

Dust, cobwebs, simple and decayed furniture that are essential for life. It can be seen that this room has been without an owner for a long time.

Shi Zhongyu was thrown by Jiang Feng casually, and he threw it under a table that was about to fall apart like a rolling gourd.

"You're not my father, how can my father's Ugin Sword be in your hands, who are you?"

Panic, panic, once again appeared on the face of this stone jade, in the past few years of wandering, this look is not the first time, however, there is no time, more frightened than this time.

Children who have made mistakes in the world are often afraid to see their parents, but the presence of their parents often brings them hope.

The name of Xuansu Zhuang Shiqing and his wife's "black and white double swords" resounded throughout the martial arts, nine points relied on the kung fu and connections of the two, and one point, but it relied on the pair of black and white double swords.

In Shi Zhongyu's eyes, Shi Qing's love for this pair of swords is even better than his love for Shi Zhongyu. Now that this Ugin Divine Sword has actually fallen into the hands of others, his biggest backer in Shizhongyu, his own parents, may not be able to pose the slightest threat to the people who come.

"Lord Shi Zhongyu, I haven't seen you for so many years, can't you even recognize me?"

Jiang Feng's faint voice made Shi Zhongyu seem to feel a little familiar, but he scratched his head, and he couldn't figure out when he had ever known a person with such a strong martial arts.

But as Jiang Feng slowly lifted the black sand on his face, through the faint moonlight, Shi Zhongyu finally barely saw Jiang Feng's familiar and unfamiliar face.

Although Jiang Feng has matured a lot compared to back then, Shi Zhongyu can still see Jiang Feng's appearance at a glance. After all, whether it is a handsome or ugly face, it is often impressive.

"You, you, you're Jiang Feng, you're not dead yet......"

Trembling, fear, these negative emotions made the articulate Shi Zhongyu lose his former composure.

"Your Young Master Shi is not dead yet, how dare I be one step ahead of you?"

As soon as Jiang Feng's words fell, he saw that Shi Zhongyu suddenly fell to his knees, raised his head and pleaded to Jiang Feng: "Jiang Daxia, I used to be bad, I am not a human, I am a beast. You don't remember the villain, just treat me as a fart, let me go!"

However, Shi Zhongyu's pitiful appearance may not have the slightest effect on any of the Jianghu guests except for Min Rou.

"Don't worry, Shi Zhongyu will still live on this river and lake!"

Jiang Feng's voice surprised Shi Zhongyu, he never expected that Jiang Feng would be willing to let him go. Yes, at this time, Shi Zhongyu hurriedly dragged the ground with his knees, climbed two steps forward, hugged Jiang Feng's legs, raised his head, and said to Jiang Feng with a smile: "Thank you Jiang Daxia, thank you Jiang Daxia......!"

Pain, that is a sharp pain in the chest, people say that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain on the fingers is often one of the greatest pains in a person's body. But how can the pain of even ten fingers be compared to the pain that comes from the heart?

As a famous weapon in the rivers and lakes, the Ugin Divine Sword is not as sharp as clay, but it penetrates a person's heart, but it does not take the slightest effort.

One of the most painful things is not to face death, but to just escape the shadow of death, but suddenly find that death has come to you.

The blood donation was accompanied by the power gradually flowing from Shi Zhongyu's body, he wanted to grab the corner of Jiang Feng's clothes, and he also wanted to ask Jiang Feng why he did this. However, until the sparkle in his eyes gradually faded, he did not move his finger again after all, and said another half a sentence.

Seeing Shi Zhongyu's corpse fall down like a mess of mud, splashing a few traces of undetectable dust, Jiang Feng slowly pulled out the Ugin Divine Sword in his hand.

Then he looked at the corpse on the ground that had begun to gradually become colder, and said as if talking to himself: "I only said that Shi Zhongyu would live on this river and lake, but I didn't say that you would live on this river and lake." ”

Jiang Feng said this, suddenly thought about it, and said: "With your pampered temperament, if you follow Xie Yanke in the future, even if you don't die, you won't have any interest in living." Why don't you let me be kind and send you back to the West!"

It was an eventful night of swords dancing with the wails of death, thoughts of hatred and greed. Jiang Feng just quietly left, leaving behind a dilapidated courtyard, a cold corpse, and a raging flame.

In an inn in Zhenjiang Mansion, Min Rou, who was originally asleep, was suddenly awakened by a nightmare.

"What's wrong?" Shi Qing asked with concern.

Min Rou, who was a little pale, patted her chest, slowed down, and said, "Senior brother, I dreamed of Yu'er, he was alone in the vast fire. I wanted to save him, but, but ......"

"But what?"

"But senior brother, you actually stabbed him to death with a sword!"

When Shi Qing heard this, he shook his head slightly, and comforted Min Rou: "Don't worry, it's just a dream, I think you've been worrying too much lately, okay, sleep well, and after recuperating your spirits, we can save Yu'er!"

The darkness of the night envelops Zhenjiang Mansion, which is the best cover for crime and killing. A flash of fire rose into the sky, and the lonely, dilapidated house was gradually engulfed in flames, and when the sun rose and set, no one would remember what had happened here.