readx; The next day, the sun was a little gray, and Ye Wuxin got up early in the morning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You're really sick. Ye Wuxin looked at Xiao Fei who was hanging on the beam and said indifferently.

Xiao Fei didn't sleep all night, kept his eyes and didn't speak.

Ye Wuxin had already seen through his thoughts, because they both had a father who committed suicide for no reason, and everyone wanted to find out the truth of the matter.

"Don't worry, first chic for half a day, and then go at night. No host likes to arrive too early. Ye Wuxin sorted out his clothes and went out. Xiao Fei landed on the ground, and then went out as well.

The southern climate made Ye Wuxin very uncomfortable, and the humid airflow tightly pressed this sensitive facial features. Xiao Fei is at ease, the scenery in the south is beautiful, there are many beautiful women, and he feels pleasing to the eye when he walks on the street, so he naturally smiles.

After eating, the three of them went to the teahouse together, Murong Xue, Ye Wuxin, and Xiao Fei.

In a short time, there is a bamboo forest in front of you. At the end of the bamboo forest was the waterless teahouse they were looking for.

The signs fluttering in the wind are tattered, reminding people of the years when the teahouse has been hidden, and it is fragmented and has a different taste.

"Let's go, I'll meet this old guy for a while!" Xiao Fei stepped forward and went straight to the teahouse.

I saw an old man in front of me, dressed in a blue and white cloth robe, with a dirty towel hanging on his shoulder, like a shopkeeper.

Xiao Fei looked at this appearance, but he had nothing to say for a while.

"Ye Wuxin is polite, and I have come to pay a visit to Your Excellency. Ye Wuxin's voice came from behind him.

The old man didn't speak, but when he heard Ye Wuxin's three words, he paused for a moment, and then continued to bury his head in cleaning the used tea set.

"I'm Xiao Fei, my father Xiao Xuan, I came today to ask you why my father committed suicide? Oh, by the way, and his father. Xiao Fei pointed at Ye Wuxin and said.

The old man got up, took two cups of tea in his hand, and walked towards the door.

"Be careful. Murong Xue hurriedly said.

Ye Wuxin smiled knowingly, took it and took a sip, feeling refreshed. Xiao Fei saw it, and took it and drank it all.

The dignified Autumn Wind Pavilion Master is not afraid, what is he afraid of, since his father died, he is not afraid of anything.

"Do you know your father?"

"But I'm afraid we're all going to see him to-day!" the old man turned back.

Before the words landed, I could only hear a flock of birds flying around, and many figures flew in, instantly crowding the road that didn't seem big.

The people who came were all acquaintances, the Hundred Flowers Sect Protector King Kong, the four princes of Murong led by Murong Feng, and Ziyang, one of the Seven Swords of Cold Moon, and the rest were unknown disciples. But it looks like it's not small.

"Old man, if you know each other, hand over the map of Lethe River quickly, otherwise。。。。。 Hmph!" Ziyang shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up, the sect leader is still waiting!" The King Kong people were overwhelming, and the steel whip flew straight towards the old man, and everyone hurriedly followed.

Xiao Fei raised the sword to protect people, the truth has not yet been clarified, he doesn't want this old man to die.

"You are so despicable, control the flowers to get rid of Qiu Wuxian and hunt down Zhuge Dark, now that you are here again, what do you want?" Ye Wuxin asked, his tone calm.

"You don't have to know what I want, but if you want to stop it, don't blame me. Murong Feng sneered, in the past, he would never be like this, but now with Ziyang to help, he is not afraid of Ye Wuxin.

"But I want to try, hahaha. Ye Wuxin smiled and came with his sword.

In an instant, the sword light and sword shadow mingled. The silent bamboo forest has been transformed into a lively river and lake.

Mu and purple are churning up and down, looking for an opportunity to take advantage of, one person guards the top, and the other attacks the next plate, the sword is sharp, everywhere they go, they are all skills, like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, like the remnants of the clouds rolling into the sea.

Ye Wuxin didn't want to fight, he just blindly dodged and didn't attack the two head-on. The two of them are getting more and more anxious, and the moves are becoming more and more ruthless, Leng Yue Seven Swords is the authentic successor of Sichuan Shu swordsmanship, the sword blade is ruthless and vicious, and the moves go straight to the point, and if you are not careful, you will die if you are not careful. Not to mention the Murong family, which combines the strengths of hundreds of schools, strives for excellence in swordsmanship, advances and retreats are mellow, and there are very few flaws.

For a while, Ye Wuxin fell into a bitter battle.

At the time when it was difficult to give up, another person came from the bamboo forest, Ye Wuxin looked at it, and was happy in his heart, the person who came was his good friend Hua Luo, that day, I didn't expect him to appear here.

The flowers fell coldly and did not interfere. Suddenly, the folding fan was lightly opened, and several golden needles flew out, and they actually went straight to Ye Wuxin's heart!

This golden needle is a unique trick of the flowers, and no one in the rivers and lakes can hide, let alone in an unknown situation.

Ye Wuxin was forced to turn over, out of the sheath, and after listening to a few "dangdang" sounds, the steel needle fell to the ground. At this time, Mu Zi and the others deceived and stabbed straight in the back, just as the so-called front and back could not take care of each other, although they tried their best to deal with it, they were still stabbed in the left shoulder by Ziyang, and suddenly leaked their true qi and fell down.

Ye Wuxin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was still very calm, and he said slowly, "You forced me this." ”

I saw Ye Wuxin pinching the trick with his left hand, and the green tendons on his forehead were rising, and fine sweat was rising. The Jedi in his right hand seemed to have sensed, and suddenly the wind was everywhere, and everyone only felt a powerful air flow coming from the surface, and retreated again and again.

"Lethe River Sword Dao, Peerless Dignity!" "Let's get up, the sword blade swept out, the sword qi flowed in all directions, and everyone's weapons were surging in the same direction, as if there was an invisible force pulling it. Except for the flowers that could still stand, the others had already screamed and flew into the air, blood flying in the air, like red rainbows, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, which made people sick.

"Hell, go, go!" Mixed with fear and bloodshed, everyone had already scattered in all directions, and in the chaos, Murong Feng, King Kong, Ziyang and the others had already made light luck and left with serious injuries, not to mention the rest of the little minions.

Xiao Fei was stunned, and whispered, "This guy is really a monster!"

The internal force is transported to the extreme, but the body is often unable to bear it sometimes, and when the power is exhausted, Ye Wuxin spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and falls to the ground.

"Your dad passed it on to you anyway. By this time, the old man and the other two had already walked over.

"Actually, I don't want it, do you believe it?" Ye Wuxin said reluctantly.

"No one wants it, the old man was selected as a Lethe swordsman back then, and his reputation was extremely famous, but the more people who praise you, the more people want to kill you. So I folded my sword and went into hiding, but I still couldn't escape!"

"What can't you escape?" Xiao Fei asked.

"I can't escape the pursuit, my father is like this, you are like this, Xiao Duan is also like this, this is the fate of all Lethe swordsmen, I guessed right!" Ye Wuxin said.

"Whose pursuit?" Murong Xue asked.

"Hey, after all, he killed all the people in the world, but he died in the hands of his own people!" the old man sighed, at this moment, the vicissitudes of life surrounded everyone.

The Lethe swordsman will die in the hands of the Lethe swordsman in the end, which is fate and price.

"With this, there's one more thing you need to do. The old man took out a yellowed roll of paper from his arms and handed it to Ye Wuxin.

Ye Wuxin didn't answer, he didn't want to kill anymore, every secret was a price, he didn't want to follow his father's path.

"Why give it to me, there are so many people in this world, it's okay to give it to Xiao Fei. Ye Wuxin joked.

"Damn, I don't want it. Xiao Fei hurriedly dodged.

"Since you have accepted the kind of martial arts that your father passed on to you, you have no choice, Qiu Wuxian is dead, Ye Feng is dead, Xiao Duan is dead, and I should die too. With that, the old man bled to death and fell to the ground.

"Senior!" Ye Wuxin really didn't have a choice now, he couldn't go against a dead man, not to mention the revenge, so he picked up the paper roll and put it in his arms.

Suddenly, Xiao Fei fell down inexplicably, and Ye Wuxin also felt groggy and weak.

In a trance, Murong Xue plunged a dagger into his chest, and then the things in his arms were taken away.

Along the way, Ye Wuxin evaded everyone's pursuit, but Murong Xue, who couldn't escape, knew from the moment he met Murong Xue that this woman was his fate. He didn't feel sad, because betrayal always existed, let alone in the rivers and lakes. It's just that the moment the cold blade pierced his heart, the moment Murong Xue turned to leave, a tear flowed from his eyes.

Then he tilted his head and passed out.

At this time, the rain came, and everything returned to calm, only the sound of rain came and went, as if looking forward to the next rivers and lakes, the next unknown fight.