Chapter 35: Before the Decisive Battle

Kumei is dead, the former Huashan Nanzong Sect Master, Master Kumei, is dead, and now there is only an ordinary boatman and fisherman rowing a boat.

She doesn't want to pay attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes anymore, and even the affairs of the Huashan faction are already a little unwanted, she has already handed over the affairs of the Huashan faction to Hua Zhenzhen, who is obviously his disciple, so what else does she need to pay attention to? She only needs to listen to the piano, rowing, fishing, and spend her idle life now, although he didn't think that he would live this kind of life before, but the world is impermanent, but she has lived this kind of life, this kind of very leisurely life.

Time flies, two days have passed in a blink of an eye, on October 14, she listened to Yuan Suiyun play a piano, opened the chatterbox, she looked at Yuan Suiyun and said, "Should you leave?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled slightly, he sat quietly at this Kumei master, who was no longer in charge of the Huashan Southern Sect, and said lightly: "Leave? Why should I leave? Isn't this the place I want to stay? Could it be that you don't want me to stay here anymore, so you drive me away?"

Kumei took the hat, she glanced at Yuan Suiyun, who looked calm, and said in a cold tone: "Actually, no matter how long you stay here, I naturally won't drive you away, but you really should go, don't you remember the Huashan Sword Discussion on October 15?"

Yuan Suiyun smiled again, and he said, "So I have to go?"

Kumei said: "I really can't think of any reason why you shouldn't leave." ”

Yuan Suiyun said: "I can't think of it, but I can think of it, and there is more than one reason." He smiled and looked at Master Kumei, and said, "One, I never came to Huashan because of the duel between Mo Dumping Pond and the clear wind, but because of the death of one of my deceased people;

Kumei was stunned, she looked at Yuan Suiyun blankly for a long time, and said, "So you don't go to Huashan?"

Yuan Suiyun looked at Kumei, and he replied simply: "I don't want to go, I can't go, and I don't want to go." After he finished speaking, he swiped his left hand, and immediately the melodious sound of the piano sounded again.

Kumei has stopped talking, she is Yuan Suiyun's confidant, so she also understands Yuan Suiyun, so she understands a little bit of what Yuan Suiyun has already made up her mind, which is absolutely something that no one can tamper with.

Isn't Yuan Suiyun already making up his mind now?

Her heart was beating, beating violently, at this time she actually wanted to ask if you chose to stay because of me? But she didn't ask after all, she glanced down at the white hair hanging down her temples, and a touch of sadness flashed in her eyes, but when she saw Yuan Suiyun here, a faint smile appeared on her face.

――There are some things that you don't need to say, and you can understand them yourself, so why bother to say them and add to the troubles of others?

Some things are easier said than done, and it is so obvious that the twilight master of Kumei understands this truth and has done it.

She looked at Yuan Suiyun who was playing the piano, slowly closed her eyes, and listened to the music.

Huashan, Chaoxia Peak.

Night, the night is late, Hua Zhenzhen and Gao Yanan have not fallen asleep, they are sitting in front of the tombstone of Master Kumei, the two of them sit quietly, the cold wind blows like a knife, I don't know how long it has been, Hua Zhenzhen, who has always been shy, suddenly said: "Have you seen Lu Xiaofeng?"

Gao Yanan nodded.

Hua Zhenzhen said: "Since you have seen Lu Xiaofeng, have you already understood?"

Gao Yanan's shirt clenched her fists, she showed an unwilling and incredulous look on her face, looked at Hua Zhenzhen and said: "Although I don't want to believe it, I also have to believe that Lu Xiaofeng already knows that the master is not dead, and there is definitely more than one person who knows about it." ”

Hua Zhenzhen knew what Gao Yanan meant's words meant, and before Gao Yanan could continue to speak, she said: "Actually, you don't have to suspect Mo Tingchi, if the master's fake death is not for Mo Yanchi's assistance, it will naturally be difficult to succeed." As you said, there is definitely more than one person who knows that the master is not dead now, and even Uncle Feng may know about it. ”

Gao Yanan is a very bold person, but when she heard this, her face turned pale for a while, and it took a while to recover, and she looked at Hua Zhenzhen and said: "It's very likely, but since Uncle Feng knows that the master faked his death, why don't you make the truth public?"

Hua Zhenzhen smiled bitterly, he looked at Gao Yanan and sighed softly: "I'm afraid this can only be known by asking Uncle Feng, but one thing is certain, no matter whether Uncle Feng makes this truth public or not, it will be difficult to convince the public, after all, in the eyes of the disciples of the Huashan faction, the master is dead, and he has been buried, who else dares to dig up the master's tomb in front of us?"

This is naturally an impossible thing, the final etiquette of Huashan is humble, Master Kumei can be regarded as the most noble person in the Huashan faction except for the head of the family, not to mention that Master Kumei has made great contributions to the Huashan faction, and has saved Huashan in danger more than once, so who dares who is willing to risk the world's disapproval and seek verification of a thing that no longer makes much sense to verify now?

Gao Yanan breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Hua Zhenzhen, who was still rational and calm and analytical, and sighed softly: "Now I finally begin to understand why the master chose you to take over the portal of Huashan Southern Sect, I used to just think that it was because of your martial arts attainments, but now it seems that in addition to martial arts, at least your calmness and rationality are beyond my reach." ”

Hua Zhenzhen smiled faintly, she looked up at the direction of Chaoyang Peak's cliff, and sighed softly: "Although the Mo Dump Pool is kind to us, but in tomorrow's duel, I still hope that the winner of the duel will not be the Ink Tilt Pool, but Uncle Feng Qingyang." ”

"This battle is related to the reputation of the Huashan faction, I think even the master and his old man will have the same idea as us here. Gao Yanan sighed softly, looked at Hua Zhenzhen, whose martial arts attainments were far superior to him, and sighed: "You have seen Uncle Feng's martial arts, and you have also learned Mo Dumpchi's swordsmanship, do you think the two of them will have a better chance of winning?"

"I don't know, both of them are Epic Swordsmen who have already established themselves at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, so no one can know this before the decisive battle. ”

Gao Yanan was unwilling, but she also understood that Hua Zhenzhen was telling the truth, and before the decisive battle, no one could say who would win or lose, and who would die.

Feng Qingyang held the sword in his hand, stood on the cliff of Siguo, and stood with his hands in his hands.

Xue Yiren stared coldly at Feng Qingyang's figure, and his tone was also cold, and said: "If it weren't for you saying that it would be absolutely impossible to invite martial arts people from all over the world to watch the battle with the temperament of the Ink Dumping Pool, I even suspect that this is the conspiracy of the Ink Dumping Pool." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, his smile was very casual and light, and said lightly: "A few days ago, the news had been spread in the Flower Shifting Palace, and the person who killed Hu Chong was the Flower Shifting Palace, and the person who leaked the news all over the world was also the Flower Shifting Palace. ”

Xue Yiren didn't blink his eyes, he just looked at Feng Qingyang and said, "Do you believe it?"

Feng Qingyang smiled slightly, he slowly turned around and looked at the sword dao senior in black clothes and white robes, and said, "How can I not believe it? ”

Xue Yiren frowned and said, "Are they helping each other?"

Feng Qingyang shook his head: "I don't know this, so far, about this duel, they have only leaked the news, as for the others, there is no news." ”

Xue Yiren smiled coldly, he looked at the wind that was still a little light and breezy and said, "Isn't this enough? In my opinion, it is enough, aren't you under heavy pressure in your heart at this moment?"

Feng Qingyang couldn't deny it, and he didn't want to deny it, he nodded and said: "Naturally, after all, I am still a disciple of Huashan, how can I be indifferent to the honor and disgrace of the Huashan faction?"

Xue Yidao: "You still feel the pressure at this time?"

Feng Qingyang nodded and sighed, "I'm afraid that even if it's time to fight Mo Dumping Pool tomorrow, I'll still be like this, this is unavoidable." ”

Xue Yiren's voice was even colder, he looked at Feng Qingyang coldly and said, "Since that's the case, then I advise you not to go." ”

Feng Qingyang smiled faintly: "Do you think I will lose?"

Xue Yidao: "You have to lose, how can a scrupling swordsman win against a swordsman who has an opponent in chess?"

"A scruple swordsman who faces a swordsman who meets an opponent in chess is naturally the only way to lose. Feng Qingyang smiled, and he said, "But two scruples are fighting, so who can predict the result?"

Xue Yiren's pupils shrank sharply, and he said, "You said that Mo Dumping Chi also has a flaw in his heart at this time?"

Feng Qingyang said: "When Invite Yue created pressure for me, it actually put pressure on Mo Dump Chi, how can I not understand that this duel is unfair to me with the wisdom of Ink Dump Chi, and it is precisely because he knows this, and he is also a real swordsman, so he will think that all this is because of him, and there will be pressure in his heart." ”

Xue Yiren looked at the wind Qingyang, his expression calmed down, and said word by word: "Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, so according to your reasoning, this duel is still a decisive battle between chess opponents?"

Feng Qingyang nodded and said, "Yes, if this duel is not fair, I even suspect that Mo Dump Chi will postpone this duel." ”

Xue Yiren has heard a lot of deeds about the ink dumping pool from Feng Qingyang's mouth these days, and knows that the ink dumping pool is a well-known and maverick person with enthusiasm, so this kind of thing may happen.

Feng Qingyang looked at the sword in his hand, was silent for a long time, and sighed: "It's just that now I still don't understand why Ying Yue wants to make all this, no matter how he makes it, the duel between me and Mo Dump Chi is still fair." ”

Xue Yiren couldn't think of it.

Isn't it true that the only people who know this secret are Mei Yinxue, Ying Yue, and Lian Xing? How could they know that in the plan of these three people, this duel Mo Dump Chi would not have appeared, and the person who appeared was Ying Yue, Ying Yue at the peak.

――Let's ask a peerless master who has no flaws and meets a super master who has scruples, isn't the outcome of this duel already clear? )