What Ye Wuxin didn't expect was that this small room would be so lively today.

The person who came was Murong Xue's elder brother, Murong Feng, who was known as the "Fourth Sword" in the rivers and lakes.

Murong Feng was wearing a black robe and black boots. The clothes on the upper body are embroidered with the word "Murong", which is a unique symbol of the Murong family. With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose and square cheeks, he looks like a very serious person.

The appearance is dignified, the aura is extraordinary, and the long sword is worn on the waist, giving people an undoubted majesty.

Ye Wuxin has never liked serious guys, so he always makes friends with people like crazy monks, flowers, and Xiao Fei. If people are too serious, they will be very dull, this is the idea that Ye Wuxin has always insisted on.

"Why?" Ye Wuxin said as he looked at Murong Feng, who had just come in.

Murong Feng ignored him, walked to the side of the bed, and with a light tap of his fingers, he untied Murong Xue's acupoint.

Murong Xue hated and annoyed, but she couldn't rush up and beat Ye Wuxin. She couldn't destroy the Murong family's "plan" this time, so she glared at him fiercely, jumped over, and walked through the window.

"Because Qiu Wuxian is a madman!" Murong Feng said.

"Others can also call you a crazy person behind your back!" said Hua Luowan jokingly.

"You can scold one and try it. Murong Feng said.

Ye Wuxin guessed correctly, this guy is really a stereotypical person who doesn't know how to joke.

"Is it because he killed your father?" Ye Wuxin asked. Sometimes one person scolds another behind his back, either because of a woman or because of a loved one.

"It's not. Murong Feng was unmoved, and his face still had that meticulous expression.

Hua Luowan suddenly stepped forward, stared at Murong Feng and asked, "You shouldn't have received the 'Traceless Post'!"

As soon as Murong Feng heard this, the muscles on his face shook violently, and he contracted unnaturally, exactly the same as the expression when he was constipated.

What Murong Feng does not deny is true, and this is also a common sense that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows.

Since Murong Feng became famous, no matter what happens, he always has to find the reason, ask clearly, distinguish between right and wrong, and draw a line between right and wrong. This is a common problem for nerds.

However, there are many people in the rivers and lakes, and not everything can be explained. So he chose the sword. Those who can't make sense, no matter the ends of the world, will be killed. Almost no one could escape from his sword, and over time he earned the title of "Fourth Sword".

This also received an unexpected result: he was the only swordsman in the world who was not too ugly, but had the least scandals.

"Fuck, Qiu Wuxian is a fucking madman!" Murong Feng sat on the stool and scolded again. Such vulgar words seemed extremely disproportionate to come out of the mouth of Murong Feng, the eldest son of the Murong family.

Murong Feng's fear was not without reason.

"Traceless post" is also known as "dead post", although not many people are eligible to receive this invitation, but no one in the rivers and lakes wants to receive such a post.

Every autumn without a trace will find a swordsman to compete in swords, there is no reason, no appointment, only time and place.

"Wait a while, Qiu Wuxian is going to kill you, what does it have to do with me?" Ye Wuxin felt sorry for Murong Feng, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Because if I'm destined to die, I'll kill you before I die!" Murong Feng regained his composure, and the murderous aura permeated the entire room.

People who don't talk much are either mute or very cruel, and Murong Feng should belong to the latter.

"You're sick!" Ye Wuxin endured so he didn't scold this sentence.

"Give me a reason, a reason to kill me. Ye Wuxin didn't scold him, but asked very calmly. Scolding is a very unqualified thing, a person always scolds, and his mouth kung fu will be very powerful, but fist and foot kung fu is a waste.

"I'm an unlucky person, and you're an even more unlucky person. Murong Feng said coldly. The implication is: If I die, I will find someone to cushion my back, and he chose Ye Wuxin.

Ye Wuxin felt speechless. In the face of a tenacious person, it is best to be silent, the more this kind of person explains, the more rigid he becomes, and in the end, when he can't explain, he will start killing.

"This is a matter between the two of you, I will not get involved, my words have been brought, and it is time to go. The flowers walked towards the door and gracefully opened a door.

"On August 15, the night of the full moon, Yueyang Lou talked about the road and broke the Lechuan River together. I guess you've also received an invitation from Autumn Traceless. Murong Feng looked at the flowers at the door and asked, there was an indescribable complexity rolling in his eyes.

Hua Luo ignored him and walked out slowly, he was the first person to walk quietly from the main entrance today.

"Brother Hua, can you tell me who is the person who asked you to send the letter?" Ye Wuxin suddenly remembered that Murong Feng killed him to prevent him from going to Yueyang Tower, but Hua Luo was entrusted to stop him.

"Mad monk!" the voice came from a distance, dense and clear. The flowers fall to the fullest is the unique martial arts of the Hundred Flowers Sect, the phoenix butterfly transmission.

"Oh, it was him, no wonder. Ye Wuxin said.

"Are you going to kill me now?" Ye Wuxin asked.

"If you don't go to Yueyang Tower, I can let you live for two more days. Murong Feng said.

In fact, he didn't want Ye Wuxin to live a few more days, but wanted himself to live a few more days. As soon as Yueyanglou's discussion is over, his death period will also come.

"What if I have to go?" Ye Wuxin asked.

"Death!" As soon as the word death came out, Murong Feng had already drawn his sword.

There were countless people in the rivers and lakes who died under Murong Feng's sword, but everyone didn't figure out what his sword was called before they died. Murong Feng didn't explain, no matter how those curious eyes tortured him.

"Come and go namelessly, life and death are at will, this nameless sword really deserves its name!" Ye Wuxin jumped and pulled away from the window.

Murong Feng smiled, and for the first time someone said the name of his sword—Nameless. That kind of laughter is like meeting a bosom friend, and there will definitely be no more than ten people in the rivers and lakes who can recognize his sword!

Two black figures shuttled under the dark night, flying eaves and walking on the wall, tiptoes lightly, like swallows crossing the water, like birds like clouds, and in a blink of an eye, the two were already on the green hills.

With a waning moon in the sky, two swordsmen standing opposite each other, this painting is really beautiful!

"Suffer death!" Murong Feng's wrist flicked, and the nameless sword made an ethereal sound, which was the sound of the sword blade piercing through the air, the moonlight was like water, and a bright moon was reflected on the sword.

"You can't kill me. Ye Wuxin looked at the Jedi in his hand and said.

"Why?" asked Murong Feng.

Someone always asked Ye Wuxin this question, and he shrugged helplessly and said, "Because I am one of the "Three Swords of Lethe", and you are the "Fourth Sword"."

The autumn wind is blowing, the clothes of the two are fluttering, and the empty mountains are as silent as water