"I remember I once asked you, what is the meaning of the scimitar, I don't know if you remember?" No. 3 and Xiong Yu fought for more than a hundred rounds, the two stopped, and No. 3 suddenly asked.

Xiong replied, "Yes, it was when the Northern Tibetan Plateau sent 100,000 taels of gold to Doga Balotza. In the small village of Wula, you asked me. I didn't answer, and you didn't give a clear explanation. ”

"Perhaps, I can tell you today. No. 3 held the scimitar in his hand tightly, his eyes were like torches, his eyes were like fire, and he was cold to Xiong.

Bear waited quietly for Number Three to speak.

"Hey, Three. Do you like money?" Before No. 3 could continue, Xia Yun took out 300,000 taels of silver and silver tickets from his pocket and gestured in his hand.

The rustling sound of the silver ticket is the most beautiful music in the eyes of the three. With Xia Yun's temptation, No. 3's gaze unconsciously turned to the silver ticket. Three asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I've heard that anyone who likes money will do anything for it. Even if it is to betray one's brother, family, friends, or one's master. I now have 300,000 taels of silver here, and if you want it, you need to agree to my terms. Xia Yun took out the lifeblood of No. 3, and sent it out with a blow, layer upon layer of temptation.

"300,000 taels of silver? Three sneered.

"300,000 is too little?" Xia Yun asked rhetorically, the 300,000 taels of silver she earned by doing everything possible, and giving it to anyone is enough to live the rest of her life. 300,000 taels, but was rejected by No. 3 without hesitation, which made Xia Yun very angry and annoyed.

"Less, less. Three million, three thousand taels, or even three hundred million taels are not enough. It's not enough for you to buy the heads of the two of you, it's not enough to buy my heads, and it's not enough for me to betray the prince and accompany you to the end of the world. After Three, he laughed scoffingly.

"I didn't betray the prince. After listening to No. 3's words, Xiong Yu retorted, "I said, I still have my own things to do, and I can't serve the prince anymore." However, I don't work for the prince, and I will never go against the prince. I don't think the prince won't understand this. ”

But the prince is still not at ease. You know, who is the most reassuring?"

"Dead man!" Xiong said.

Yes, dead man, he can't speak. The most reassuring thing is the dead, only when people die, will they keep secrets forever, so that they can never become their enemies. However, the dead are also the most able to speak, the dead do not lie, and the dead often tell many secrets that the living cannot know.

The flying knife in No. 3's hand suddenly rose into the air, and with No. 3's figure, he had already taken the first step towards Xiong Yu.

A sword to the sun!

Xiong Yu will always remember those thousands of moves, the only martial arts move that Xiaoyaozi has taught him. Xiong clenched his fists and stared at Three's throwing knife and his man.

The knife is a person, a person is a knife, people and knives are inseparable, knives feel the murderous nature of people, people are endowed with the cruelty of knives, people become slaves of knives, and knives become souls of people.

Xiong knew that he was not dealing with a sharp scimitar, but with a scimitar.

The fists creaked, and the squeaking of the fists and the snorting of the throwing knives rubbing against the air could be heard. It's like Xiao Li Feidao who met Long Si at the Tianya Inn. Xiong Xuan suddenly closed his eyes, exhaled, inhaled. Exhale, inhale. The moment the scimitar and the third approached, Xiong Xuan suddenly struck!

Everything is momentarily still, silent.

Xiong Yu, Xia Yun, and No. 3 couldn't feel the breath of life, nor could they feel the sound of breathing.

Click――

With the sound of crunchy bones breaking, Three fell out of mid-air.

Bang dang -

The scimitar hits the ground first, and the number three lands last. But No. 3 lost the backbone of the scimitar and fell to the ground, unable to move. And the scimitar is the tip of the knife on the ground, standing there, motionless.

"I'm surprised that you were able to beat me. Three gasped and said slowly.

"I didn't beat you, and you didn't lose to me. Xiong said coldly, "You lost to yourself." You put too much trust in the scimitar in your hand, you think too much that I have no weapon and your scimitar has enough advantages. You're pinning your hopes too much on a scimitar. And this exposes your flaws! I just felt your inner unpeace, and I got lucky to win you. ”

This is the first time that Xiong Yu has said so much after killing people after worshipping Xiaoyaozi as his teacher. Xiong Yu has killed a lot of people, but this time the person he killed is the first person Xiong Yu is most reluctant to kill but has to kill. Xiong Yu knew that there would definitely be a second, third, fourth, and fifth of him who began to blame himself, and he easily exposed himself at the lake sacrifice ceremony that day, which caused the uneasiness and suspicion of the King of Jin, and also indirectly killed the twelve brothers who had shared hardships.

The knife is a person, a person is a knife, people and knives are inseparable, knives feel the murderous nature of people, people are endowed with the cruelty of knives, people become slaves of knives, and knives become souls of people.

However, after all, a knife is a knife, and a knife is not a person. If the person who uses the knife trusts too much, it will also weaken his self-confidence and strength to a certain extent, and this may be a fatal mistake.

"You've changed. Three laughed heartily for the first time, and after laughing, asked. "Do you know what my last name is? You don't know. I told you that I once met Ding Peng by chance, but I wasn't. I am Ding Peng's grandson, and I came out secretly with a scimitar. My name is Ding Dian, because I am afraid of my grandfather Ding Peng's pursuit, so I am willing to be a slave" Ding Dian wanted to continue, but suddenly he was angry and speechless.

Xia Yun knew Dingdian's difficulty, walked to Dingdian's side, and clicked Dingdian's acupoint, Dingdian eased up, but his strength to speak was not as good as before. The faint voice continued softly: "I thought that my grandfather would come to the Central Plains to find me, but no. He hasn't been here for more than a decade. I'm going to die now, and this scimitar wasn't a good thing in the first place. I also bothered to ask my eighth brother to do my brother a favor."

Ding Dian said this, deliberately stopped, and looked at Xiong melancholy.

Xiong said worriedly: "You say." ”

Ding nodded: "If the eighth brother recognizes me as an elder brother, he will put away this scimitar." Frozen in a place where the world will never find. The knife is a person, a person is a knife, people and knives are inseparable, knives feel the murderous nature of people, people are endowed with the cruelty of knives, people become slaves of knives, and knives become souls of people. That's what a scimitar really means. Ding said that, and without waiting for Xiong Yu to agree, he lost his breath.

Xiong squatted down, picked up the scimitar, and felt the magic of the scimitar. From the moment he first came into contact, Xiong Yu felt a magic force that wanted to kill. Fortunately, Xiong Yu was determined and was not completely controlled by the scimitar. Quickly put the cutlass into its scabbard and put it away.

Then, Xiong Yu and Xia Yun picked a piece of feng shui treasure land and buried Ding Dian. And the place where the tombstone is directed is Dongting Lake. The water of Dongting Lake flows to the East China Sea, and an island in the East China Sea is Dingdian's hometown

Barren villages, narrow streets, indifferent fields and gardens.

Everything makes Xiong Yu feel extremely relaxed and leisurely. Xiong was not saddened by the desolation of the village. During the period when he lived in seclusion in Xuefeng Mountain, the surrounding area was also barren. Xiong is not afraid of loneliness. I like to be alone.

Xia Yun is different, she can't see a single figure, and she is always a little depressed. When Fang Cai watched the battle between Xiong Xuan and Ding Dian, Xia Yun became more and more interested in Xiong Xuan. From time to time, I will use some words to cover the bear's melancholy past. But Xiong was tight-lipped and unwilling to mention his past.

As for the past, Xiong Yu only knew that he seemed to be born a slave, and before he became a slave, he really was?

Ye Zi, Hongye, and Long Si said that he was the young master of the Jiuli clan and the only surviving person of the Jiuli clan. But Xiong didn't dare to fully believe their words. In Xiong Yu's eyes, even if Ye Zi is extremely smart, he is also indispensable to the oily tone, although the credibility is high, but he can't be completely believed.

Hongye is the owner of Baihualou, and he is the Baixiaosheng of today's rivers and lakes. And the scriptures of the red leaves record that the Jiuli tribe is only a few numbers. Even Kurorou and Hakumei are not recorded. Xiong Yu can feel that Heilang and Bai Mei are not ordinary people. Perhaps, Heilang and Bai Mei are really like Momiji, and their ideas are the same kind of people as Xiong Yu.

Long Si is an unfathomable person, a person who can fly knives with little Li. Although Xiong Yu didn't know the details of Dragon Four, he also knew a rough idea. I once heard Xiaoyaozi tell the story of Xiao Li Feidao and Li Xunhuan. Xiong Yu will not forget Xiao Li's flying knife's happiness and helplessness.

"Why don't you talk to me?" Xia Yun asked suddenly.

"It's not that I don't talk to you, it's because I don't know how to answer either. You must have understood this when you were in Baihualou. Xiong said coldly.

Xia Yun was stunned and defended: "Even if you don't know, you can make up nonsense to make me happy? Xia Yun's tone was a bit coquettish. Xia Yun has never been a coquettish woman, but in front of Xiong Yu, she unconsciously coquettishly behaved everywhere.

"I won't. Xiong Yu only left three words, galloped his horse, jumped in the direction of the setting sun, and galloped away.

"Hey, bear boy, wait for me—" Xia Yun immediately waved her whip and chased after her. Xia Yun didn't know, even if Xiong was not interesting, she still wanted to follow Xiong Yu all the time, even if Xiong was as cold as water, she was willing to be a snow lotus on the iceberg and wait quietly next to the ice

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