"Do you still want to continue?" said the mad monk with a grimace at Murong Bei and laughing.

Murong Bei felt that it was a real grimace, he didn't expect that Hua Luo would leave, just as he didn't expect that he would die today.

"You, will you kill me?" Murong Bei's voice trembled a little.

"Haha, kill you?" said the mad monk with a wild laugh, the mad monk's laughter was like a full meal for Murong Bei before the death of a death row prisoner, just playing a comforting role.

"What are you laughing at, are you crazy?" Murong Bei's voice did not steady, and his crying voice came out, and his trembling voice was as weak as a child meeting a tiger.

"Everyone else calls me a crazy monk. The mad monk continued to smile and said, "It's really nice to have a prey become a hunter."

"Kill him! this guy should have died a long time ago!" Xiao Fei saw that the flowers had fallen and left, and he couldn't help but tap his toes, and flew to the roof in the blink of an eye. The autumn wind blew, and the blood-stained robes danced in the air, with a touch of sadness.

Xiao Fei is not a handsome guy, but his temperament is always in place.

"This guy is really damned! I'll kill him!" said the mad monk with a smile, the mad monk always smiled, and no one could guess whether it was a gentle prayer or the calm before the ferocity.

When Murong Bei heard this, his scalp tightened, and the wide knife in his right hand was already unsheathed and pressed into his hand.

"But today is not suitable for killing. The mad monk said with a twist.

Xiao Fei's arm had been raised, as traceless as water, and the tip of the sword had already pointed at Murong Bei. Although Qiu Wuxian and him are not friends, but he wants revenge, Xiao Fei is not emotional, but he is a good friend.

"You'd better give me a reason. Xiao Fei's hand holding the sword no longer trembled, on the contrary, he felt that the sword without a trace was still very useful. When I first killed someone, the fear was gone, and the pleasure was increasing.

It's like this for everyone, and taking the first step is a different world, it's just that many people don't do it.

"Today is my master's sacrifice day. The crazy monk sat on the roof and actually cried, completely ignoring Ye Wuxin, who was thrown to the ground in all kinds of ways.

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with me?" Xiao Fei said coldly. When a person kills someone, especially after killing a lot of people, it is not only the swordsmanship that changes, but also the personality.

"It has a lot to do with you!" the mad monk wiped his snot and tears on his unclean face.

"Your father's death has nothing to do with me!I'm going to kill someone today, I'd better not interfere!" The expression on Xiao Fei's face was very serious.

"If you dare to kill him, I will kill you!" the mad monk rose from the ground with a murderous aura in his eyes that a monk should not have.

Murong Bei listened to the strange conversation between the two people, one was a joker and the other was a madman, and he suddenly felt a little grateful to that dead man, the Master of Empty Purity. If Master Empty Purification had died on any other day, today would probably be his own death.

Xiao Fei still didn't let go of the traceless in his hand, he seemed to want to desperately avenge Qiu Wutrace, or he had already lived enough, and he didn't want to endure the loneliness of walking alone in the rivers and lakes.

"The world is always so obsessed! Let's go, if we hurry now, it should be too late, otherwise it will be too late!" said the mad monk shaking his head.

"Old bald donkey, can you not always play dumb riddles when you speak?" Xiao Fei asked back.

"Is your father's name Xiao Duan?" asked the mad monk with a confused expression.

"Fart, my dad isn't Xiao Duan, it's you!" Xiao Fei was a little angry, and he wanted to scold people when he was angry, which was a habit of his.

"Did your father kill himself?" asked the mad monk unhurriedly.

"You're fucking trying to find fault on purpose!!" Xiao Fei turned over and stood on his side, pointed at the crazy monk without a trace, and said angrily.

"That's right! The Lechuan Swordsman, Ye Feng, and Xiao Duan are all masters who are unique in the world today, but they have come to the same end, don't you want to know why?" The crazy monk put Ye Wuxin on the ground on his back again.

"Fuck! That's enough! Can you make Lao Tzu die happily!" Murong Bei jumped up and scolded, obviously, it was not easy to feel like being controlled by others.

What's more, there are still some remnants of defeated soldiers on the ground, and Murong Bei feels that he has the capital to fight.

"No one stopped you, you just didn't leave. The mad monk didn't even look at him and said. It was as if on the other side of the roof was just a cloud of talking air.

Xiao Fei's tracelessness has returned to the sheath, he is not interested in others at all, but for his father, he has no reason not to care.

That inexplicable head of the Qingyun faction, his own father, why did he kill himself, Xiao Fei always couldn't understand, he always felt that it was a great sin to abandon this fancy world, since he was going to die sooner or later, why was he so anxious? Not to mention suicide?!

"Withdraw!" Murong Bei gave an order and flew away into the distance, glancing back from time to time, as if he was worried that the old guy of the crazy monk would let him see the Buddha from behind.

"Do you know why?" asked Xiao Fei.

"I'm not Zhuge Dark, where would I know so many things. It's just that it is said that there was a swordsman in the Lechuan swordsman back then, who was tired of killing people, and scattered all his martial arts, broke the sword into two pieces and buried it, buried his name incognito, survived, and avoided the tragedy of suicide. Now in the rivers and lakes, the three swords of Lechuan have already produced two swords, and those who want to find him don't know you and me, I think we'd better hurry up. The mad monk gasped for breath, as if it was a very difficult thing to say in an orderly manner.

"You'd better tell me where he is?" Ye Wuxin asked, touching the back of his head, it was still very painful just now.

"You're scared me to death!" the mad monk was startled by the voice that suddenly came to mind.

"The monks are not vain and greedy, and their mood is calm, are you still afraid of ghosts, it seems that you are not a real monk!" Ye Wuxin was already standing on the roof at this time, his steps were weak, and he asked jokingly.

According to rumors, this person lived in seclusion in Shu and made a living selling tea. The mad monk ignored Ye Wuxin and continued.

"Damn, aren't you Ye Wuxin very powerful?How can you faint with fear? You love to brag just like your father!" Xiao Fei saw Ye Wuxin wake up and hurriedly said.

Ye Wuxin shook his head helplessly, obviously it was not a pleasant thing to hear Xiao Fei's voice just after waking up.

"But Shu is the territory of the Tang Sect, and it is not easy to grab people in their sphere of influence. Ye Wuxin said thoughtfully, he remembered the person who had fought with him when he was in the rivers and lakes - the four young men of the Tang family.

"Are you scared?" asked the mad monk.

"When my dad didn't die, I didn't have to be afraid, and after my dad died, I had nothing to fear. Don't you think this question is ridiculous?" Ye Wuxin said.

Little by little, the sun sank to the west, and the sky bloomed brightly again, which was the last contribution of the sunset to the world.

From the sun in the sky to the setting sun, this day was not very easy for Ye Wuxin.

Ye Wuxin suddenly missed those days when he was a young master, everything was handled by his father, all he needed to do all day long was to spend money and enjoy, play the rivers and lakes, although it was empty, but at least his head didn't hurt.

Juechen looked ancient and simple under the light of the setting sun, just like Ye Feng's wrinkled old face before he died. Many peerless swordsmen have gained a lifetime of fame with this sword, but they have all died under his blade without exception.

"His teahouse is called Wushui Teahouse, and the old man said goodbye first!" the mad monk flew away and disappeared into the glow.

"Why did you faint just now?" Xiao Fei asked.

"Haha, I'm just sleepy. Ye Wuxin looked at the flying birds in the sky and said.

"Fart! the devil will believe you!" Xiao Fei was not satisfied with such an answer.

"Well, that's the price that someone who learns Lethe Kendo has to pay. Ye Wuxin said.

"What price?" Xiao Fei chased after him wildly, Ye Wuxin had always been mysterious to him.

"The price is the price!" Ye Wuxin stared into the distance, the three years of learning swordsmanship were the days he never wanted to remember in his life. His cheeks were flushed by the sun, his eyes were shining through the clouds, his robes were flying in the wind, the autumn breeze was rising, and the cold was slight.

In fact, Ye Wuxin would faint as soon as he heard the child's cry, and just now the crazy monk and Hua Luo collided with all their internal strength, and it happened to make such a sound.

Ye Wuxin couldn't tell Xiao Fei this reason, not because he was worried that he would kill himself, but because he would do that all day long to torment himself, as for the purpose, it was just for fun.

The sun has finally set, the sky is dark, the light moon is looming, and the night is about to overwhelm the sky.