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At that moment, Nan Jian's heart was very conflicted, chaotic, and sad. He already had a hunch that this was not a simple thing, that it was something that had been planned for a long time, and that there must be a reason for this—a terrible reason. But now he was embroiled in this terrible premeditation, because of the woman in his arms, the woman he had just fallen in love with.

"Did you arrange the whole process of getting to know each other in advance?" Nan Jian looked at the dark night outside the window and asked her quietly.

She was silent in his arms again.

"Then tell me, why are you doing this?" he said quietly, still staring out the window. At that moment, his heart was very sour, just like his lively heart, which suddenly accidentally fell into an ice cave, cold and sour.

"Do you know about my father now, Brother Nan?"

Nan Jian nodded, "Ling Zun is the current Sword Saint Nangong Qiuyu," he still looked at the front blankly, and said leisurely, "He is also the Sword King Nangong Qiuyu among the Ten Martial Kings." ”

Nangong Lin raised her head, she looked at him with hazy teary eyes, "Brother Nan, you came to Phoenix City this time to avenge the ten martial kings for the revenge of the martial arts idiot predecessors back then?"

"Yes. He said coldly.

"Brother Nan, do you know what the relationship between Young Master Tang and Tang Ning is with his father?"

"He's the only apprentice your father has taken in in his life!" Nan Jian said, "and his swordsmanship has surpassed that of your father." So, you know that your father can't win my sword now, and you don't want to see your own father die under my sword. Therefore, you deliberately created such a robbery on Niutou Mountain this morning to attract my attention. ”

"But there's one thing I don't understand!" he added, "along the way, you have had many chances to kill me, why didn't you do it!"

Hearing this, Nangong Lin couldn't hold back her emotions anymore, and threw herself on him and cried bitterly, "Brother Nan, forgive him!" she kept pleading and said, "You let my father go, Brother Nan...... You let him go, Brother Nan!"

"Is it because I'm going to kill your father that you're treating me well?"

"It's not like that, Brother Nan!" she said, looking at his face with tears on her face, "That's not the case, Brother Nan! But when I saw you, a strange woman, carrying me into the shade of a tree, as if I were your own sister, carefully washing and dressing the wounds on my feet. And supported me and cared for me along the way, and I couldn't do it at that moment!"

Nan Jian sighed deeply, "Lin'er" he said, "What do you want now?"

She was still for a long time, not speaking.

"Can you forgive my father for my sake?" she said lightly.

It was a terriblely quiet night, not because there was no one on the night, but because it was a night in which people's hearts were damp - so damp that they couldn't make a sound!

When Nan Jian walked out of Nangong Lin's room, the maid who had just been guided to this room was startled when she saw his blank expression!

"Nan ......" caused her to swallow back the words that came to her mouth, so she hurriedly lowered her head, in order to hide her panicked expression, so as not to see Nan Jian's face with a wooden expression like a stone.

Nanjian walked past her, but she heard a sobbing sound coming from the young lady's room! Like a bee flying through the glass window, the buzzing sound, no one knew whether it was shouting or crying!

In the hall at this time, when the first person saw Nan Jian turn out from behind the screen in the back hall with that wooden and terrible expression, this person was still, as still as a stone! And so all the people in the hall were still!

At this time, Zhang Qingshan, the head manager of the dragon claw, was drinking tea on the coffee table with the owner Nangong Qiuyu. Seeing that the two of them had not come out of the room for a long time, they were in a very happy mood, speculating about the couple's affection, and their faces were full of happy smiles. However, at this moment, his smile froze on his face!

At that moment, the whole hall was still, and everyone's expressions were contagious, and they all became very blank and sad, as if they had seen the end and was coming in front of them. Nan Jian's steps were walking very slowly, but the sound of his footsteps, at this moment, sounded louder and more unsettling than the muffled thunder in the sky!

He was gone, and a tall, lonely figure left the hall of many people, very quiet, very elegant, very spacious! Dew had fallen outside, and the ground beneath his feet was damp and dusty, and the intermittent chirping of nightingales could still be heard in the distant mountain forest!

But Nan Jian didn't seem to hear or feel, he didn't seem to be interested in anything anymore, and his only clear will now was to get out of here and find the carriage parked at the door. Then hurry out of here, away from his unspeakable pain!

The carriage started, and the monotonous sound of horses' hooves made him feel heavier than the beat of the funeral drum. But, in this place, he secretly warned himself that he must not make a noise of carriages and horses, because it would break a man's heart!

So he let the carriage slip along, and let it tread lightly with the sound of hooves heavier than the beat of the funeral drum! The night was quiet, the wind was blowing, and the darkness was like a poison that could not be dissolved, but it only poisoned his heart, but it preferred to keep his people to survive in this world!

When he got out of the courtyard, he was about to swing the whip in his hand to speed the horse, but behold, in the shadows on the other side of the road, stood a man like a wandering ghost.

"The people in the carriage, but Nan Jian and Nan Shaoxia?" The other party's words were as cold as ice, making the listeners shudder.

But now, Nan Jian's heart couldn't feel anything, and all he heard was a voice that could form words.

"I am!" he said only two words.

"In Xia Leng Shengxin, known as the Magic Qin!" the man said leisurely, "I heard that at noon today, you killed Young Master Tang, the world's fastest sword, with a sword technique that people can't see clearly, is this true?"

"What do you want to say?" Nan Jian asked coldly, "Do you want fame or profit!"

"Ha, ha, ha, you speak cheerfully!" The other party laughed and said, "Money is worse than dung for my Moqin Leng Shengxin, how could I come to you for money!"

"Very good, another hateful hypocrite!" Nan Jian asked coldly, "Then what do you want?"

"That's a good question!" the other party said, "Since you were able to kill Young Master Tang, the fastest sword today, with a sword technique that is so fast that people can't see clearly, it also proves that your height has reached the realm where you can listen to my piano sound!"

"I don't want to hear anything now!" Nan Jian said coldly, "I'm out of company!"

"Hmph!" the other party snorted coldly and said, "I'm afraid you won't listen to my "Ambush on All Sides"!"

As he spoke, the man shook the guqin behind his back and brought it into his hand, and then pulled the green cloth sail on it with one hand, and removed the cloth curtain covering it. Immediately after that, he squatted down, crossed the guqin in his hand, and was ready to play the piano on his legs. (To be continued.) )