Winter turns to spring, and the new young leaves on the treetops slowly bloom with their own vitality.

At the end of the treetops there is a slender new leaf, which may have absorbed sufficient nutrients early, and this new leaf is much more beautiful than ordinary leaves. However, as time passed, the leaves born in the sunny place grew vigorously one by one, and the once beautiful one finally lowered its proud head.

It's not summer yet, and one day, it's slowly setting. It is not the years that defeat it, but the shattering of the dreams that once were.

Jiang Feng's sword tip was against the atrium of Zhuo Bufan's chest, even through a rather thick robe, Zhuo Bufan could still feel the slightest chill brought by the sword blade. Except for the tragic situation when he saw the Yizi Huijian Gate, Zhuo Bufan had never felt that death was so close to him.

"I have a lot of respect for Mr. Zhuo's swordsmanship, and there are some things I want to talk to Mr. Zhuo about, so please avoid it!"

Although Jiang Feng said politely and his tone was full of sincerity, the long sword that was in Zhuo Bufan's heart told everyone that Jiang Feng was by no means a person who did not like to use force.

Jianghu people love to show off and brag, and brocade night walking is not the style of Jianghu people. But an old Jianghu has mastered the survival skills of judging the situation and being able to bend and stretch, only in this way can they live longer in this Jianghu.

The first to go out is the four dart masters who followed Zhuo Bufan, who are engaged in the dart industry, often less backbone than most of the Jianghu people. At the same time, they tend to live longer.

Under Jiang Feng's eyes, Shi Zhongjian and Li Mochou finally nodded and left slowly.

In the huge and chaotic inn, Jiang Feng and Zhuo Bufan were like two ancient statues, fixed there motionlessly.

It's a matter of life, and not many people in the world are willing to joke about it.

"This little brother, it was all a misunderstanding just now, I don't know if the little brother left the old man alone, is there some advice?"

Zhuo Bufan is a smart person, there has never been love for no reason in this world, and there is no hate for no reason. Masters compete, life and death may be just a line of difference, the next shot, who lives and who dies, is still unknown.

However, Jiang Feng did not cut off Zhuo Bufan, an opponent who had already formed a grudge, on the spot at this time, even if Zhuo Bufan understood that Jiang Feng must want to get something from himself.

At this time, Jiang Feng smiled slowly and said: "I heard that Mr. Zhuo had a chance to get the sword scripture left by a senior master, I don't know if there is this blessing source in the next place, can I get a glimpse of this scripture?"

"This ......"

Zhuo Bufan's expression was full of hesitation at this time, you must know that the desire of people in the martial arts for the secret of divine skills often makes them do a lot of crazy things.

Moreover, once it is learned by others, it is often necessary to find out the flaws in it. Yes, most of the people in the rivers and lakes have rules such as passing on martial arts to sons and daughters, and passing on inside and not outside. This is not the self-cherishing of people in the rivers and lakes, but the instinct of human beings out of self-preservation, which is justified.

Jiang Feng's hands are not strengthened, but many times, time is often the most terrible pressure. The passage of time in the hourglass often forces people to make their own choices in the shortest possible time.

"Hey......"

It was a sigh, helpless, reluctant, but it seemed to be mixed with a hint of joy.

Zhuo Bufan took out a tattered piece of cloth from his bosom, all blue, and a trace of oil stains, no one who looked at it would think that it was a valuable cloth.

Jiang Feng didn't have any intention of questioning this, his long sword was still against Zhuo Bufan's heart, and he believed that Zhuo Bufan was by no means a person who was not afraid of death.

Although the opening of the second vein of Ren Du has greatly advanced Jiang Feng's internal strength, whether it is the Divine Light Sutra, the Blood Sword Sutra or the Arhat Demon Suppression Divine Skill. The highest level of this kind of kung fu often requires some unexpected perception of internal forces, which not only require the accumulation of time, but also the achievement of some chance.

As for the Martial Arts Sutra, it was a road, a path to move forward bravely, but it was not a secret book that could help Jiang Feng kill people.

In fact, this extraordinary inner family cultivation is actually only similar to Jiang Feng, but the other party can actually use the power of Da Zhou Tian to stimulate a three-inch sword on the long sword, this kind of kung fu is really amazing.

Therefore, Jiang Feng will leave Zhuo Bufan's life, and he wants to see if he has a chance to get this mysterious sword scripture.

And as Zhuo Bufan's hands rubbed the corner of the blue cloth, a strange silk silk that was as thin as silkworm wings, neither gold nor silver, was suddenly revealed in the blue cloth that was divided into two.

It's a pity that Jiang Feng saw that this silk silk was a fragment at a glance. Only at the beginning of the title, a few complete and eye-catching small words are faintly revealed: I use a sword without mentioning a sword!

Seeing this small character, Jiang Feng immediately understood that what Zhuo Bufan took out must be genuine. After all, if you don't mention a sword in this life, it can be regarded as a top swordsmanship that Jiang Feng knows.

Zhuo Bufan's hand slowly raised and lifted the silk silk, and then Jiang Feng's long sword turned, but when he saw a blue light flashing, he picked up the silk silk in Zhuo Bufan's hand in an instant.

"Thank you Mr. Zhuo for your generosity, and I wish Mr. Zhuo an early revenge in the future and revive the prestige of the Yizi Huijian Gate. ”

One or two words of compliment do not cost money, and Jiang Feng, who has received benefits, will not be stingy.

However, Zhuo Bufan, who put the sword back into its sheath and walked out slowly, walked very slowly. His waist was no longer straight, the colors in his eyes were no longer bright, and his hands were no longer steady, or rather, no longer fit to kill.

Someone goes out, someone enters, this is the fate of the door.

"Why don't you kill him, aren't you afraid that he will retaliate in the future? To be honest, even my master and her old man can't force out their swords to attack the enemy!"

Jiang Feng smiled and said to Li Mochou: "I didn't expect that Miss Li had just entered the rivers and lakes, but she had learned a lot of taboos on the rivers and lakes. But I don't have to kill him anymore, his sword is dead, and from now on, there is no threat to me!"

"Will the sword die too?"

Shi Zhongjian's life is the simplest life, rice is used to eat, water is used to drink, and knives are used to cut vegetables. Such a life may be the best life or the worst life.

Jiang Feng didn't answer, just shook his head with a smile, patted Shi Zhongjian's shoulder, and then said, "When you feel your sword come back to life one day, you will know that the sword will also die." Okay, it's already such a mess here, let's get out of here!"