[bookid=3271478,bookname="Feather does not ascend to the immortal"] continue to recommend a friend's book, a fairy romance novel with ups and downs.

On this long road to recovery, I am destined to walk on corpses and blood, and my mind must always be clear, I know that I have followed Ma Xiguang, and it is most unsuitable to intercede for him.

Whoever intercedes will die, and if I do the same, it will undoubtedly make Ma Xicao doubt my loyalty even more.

Ma Xicao hated his brother who was against him more than anyone else, and since he was destined to be cruel, wherever his brother fled, it was a dead end.

Ma Xiguang has become a prisoner, no matter what, he can't escape Ma Xicao's cup of poisonous wine.

Ma Xicao was extremely cruel and jealous of the virtuous, I knew that he was suspicious of me and wanted to kill me, but he was reluctant to kill me, and wanted to take advantage of me.

I hated Mahi Ha, and when the thirteen girls came into my room, I hated him, and he wanted to destroy me and take revenge on me.

I'm sorry for the thirteen girls, I killed them, I had to kill them.

Mother, Feng'er according to what you said, don't approach women.

I can kill thirteen innocent girls, my heart hurts unusually much, they were drugged, they held me, I lost control of my emotions, and I killed them with a sword.

Ma Xicao watched over me, and all the servants could not be trusted, and I was afraid of being betrayed.

Normal people like to have fun, but I can't, then all the pride is lost, the ancestors of the Li family want to do great things, and the great cause has not been accomplished, how can we talk about enjoyment?

In order to stop Ma Xicao from suspecting me, in order not to leave any clues, I killed thirteen innocent and weak women, set fire to the house, and made the three soulbreakers my scapegoats.

I was afraid of blood, but in order not to let Ma Xixu doubt me, I had to be with blood all night, I cut my arm with my sword, escaped from the blood, and lay back, back and forth, how many times I hesitated, I don't remember.

That night, the reason why Yu Canghai came out with a torch was that Liu Mufeng deliberately lured him, and for this road to regain the Tang Dynasty, the three soul-breakers became disabled.

Making countless enemies has become a habit for me.

I can't forget the screams of the thirteen innocent girls, the blood-spattered screams, it was like a shadow that made me sleep.

I don't know if I still have feelings, I only know that feelings, relatives, and home are far away from me......

I live in calculations all the time, thinking about conspiracy, and often people die because of a few words from me, in this world, how long can I Li Feng survive?

As you can imagine, this is a lonely and lonely road, and it has been destined for my whole life since I was born.

Feelings, friends, and confidants are extremely far away from me, and they teach me that Liu Feng dare not ask for extravagance.

Tian Shaoqing stared at those handwritings, as if he had gone through Liu Feng's bitter journey, deeply felt the helplessness and pain, and couldn't help but twitch his nose.

She really couldn't imagine such a strong Liu Feng, the fragile feelings in his heart were almost blank, living in intrigue and intrigue all day long, living a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, in Nanchu, how many times did he walk in the ghost gate?

He was fearless, such a complex environment, defeated everyone, Tian Shaoqing praised it from the bottom of his heart: It's really powerful, this kind of thing can't be done by ordinary people.

All his pain was written on paper, and he must not have forgotten his ruthlessness to Ma Xiguang and his cruelty to the thirteen girls.

Tian Shaoqing's heart was racing, and he felt that he was too pitiful, and immediately thought of himself, what would he do if he encountered Liu Feng's dilemma? After thinking for a long time, she found that she couldn't answer, she couldn't be so sober, let alone have such a clear goal, and she didn't have such a heavy burden, so she lived a very easy life.

She was immersed in Liu Feng's past, thinking about how Liu Feng, such a complicated person, had gone through so many ups and downs? Reminiscing about those days, she seemed to see the helplessness of the four-year-old Liu Feng, heard the cry of the seven-year-old Liu Feng, and saw the blood on his body.

It was fate that changed him, and if he was ruthless, it would be better to say that reality was too cruel to him.

Tian Shaoqing folded his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and at that time, he suddenly felt the cold light behind him, and hurriedly looked back, but found that Liu Feng was standing not far away.

His face was full of anger, as if he had been greatly insulted, and he said angrily: "What are you doing?" Without waiting for the sound to fall, he raised his palm and struck, setting off a storm and waves, which made Tian Shaoqing suddenly retreat to the side.

The palm wind castrated like electricity, and the rows of bookshelves were overturned, and the cracks were shattered, and confetti flew all over the sky.

Among the countless paper flowers, there are nameless books that fall at the feet of Liu Feng, the inside and outside of the book are incomplete, and the cover is too strong in his anger, almost merciless, and the words on the book are not very clear, but there is still a little residue in the corner of the spreadout, and the word "Feng'er" appears.

Thinking back to the old days, his mother wrote pen by pen, and for many years, exchanging ideas with him, these papers not only gave him aspirations, but also influenced his life, and he had been lying here since he was four years old, and they had been sitting here for twenty-one years, and now they were all destroyed by himself.

Liu Feng saw it in his eyes, and he was sad for a while, and said that he had already learned of his mother's death, and when he encountered this, it was like destroying half of his life in the old days, becoming fragile, and the whole person was powerless to fall to the ground, staring at the pieces of debris, tears flowed down his cheeks, and shouted to the sky: "Mother?" was heart-wrenching for a while, and actually wailed and bleed.

Tian Shaoqing understood that he had saved himself, not only had he used his skills to force drugs many times, but also in order to hide his sadness, he didn't want to be seen through by himself, so he angrily shattered all his memories.

But how can some memories be easily erased?

Tian Shaoqing saw that he was emotionally introverted, not good at expressing, but when he mentioned the sad things in his life, his emotions were easy to appear in front of others, and he was over-suppressed for a long time, which led to his own style.

Tian Shaoqing looked at him blankly, and saw him bend down and kneel, touch the ground, piece together the scraps of paper, and said in a panic: "Feng'er is not filial, Feng'er is not filial-" The panicked mood is even more cherished by the heart of the old things.

Tian Shaoqing's eyes couldn't help but be moist, he took two steps, reached out and touched his shoulder, he wanted to comfort him, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Liu Feng.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears, twisted his body to avoid her actions, Huo Ran designated her: "You are so bold, do I allow you to walk around casually?"

Tian Shaoqing was intimidated by these words, and felt that Liu Feng's fate was unfortunate, and under that aggressive tone, he couldn't hide his vulnerability, so he didn't blame him, and said: "I really didn't expect that you suffered so much when you were a child, and the world was too unfair to you, ...... your childhood."

Liu Feng suddenly couldn't bear it, and retorted: "You pity me?" I didn't expect to be pitied by a woman.

He took two steps back, a little reluctant to admit it, and laughed indignantly: "From the moment I was lucky enough to survive, I told myself that I didn't die before, and I can't die in the future, I must take revenge, and I want to repay me tenfold for those who hurt me." ”

His brows tightened, his eyes were cold, he seemed to have made up his mind, and said with great resentment: "I learned art at the age of nine, and went down the mountain at the age of eighteen, always remembering my mother's instructions, and never forgetting for a moment, nine years, working hard, for what?"

After a pause, he looked back at Dingtian Shaoqing, and also pretended to be relaxed, and sneered at each other: "I will not die, anyone who wants to kill me is wishful thinking." After throwing down these words, he walked away without looking back.

Tian Shaoqing understands that although he has tough words, he lacks confidence, and he has avoided his gaze several times, which shows that few people have entered his heart in the past.

Such a withdrawn character, so strong, turned out to be all a cover-up, no matter whether he was sad or successful, no one had comforted him, so how could he accept the fact that he was seen through by himself for a while?

Maybe he needs time.

Lowering his eyebrows, Tian Shaoqing saw confetti all over the ground, mixed tastes, thoughts surging, and sighed: If it were me, he might not have his perseverance, in fact, his face was full of pride, and he couldn't cover his really kind heart, he was not as cruel as he imagined, otherwise he would never save me everywhere.

The night fell unconsciously, Tian Shaoqing sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the sword in a daze, wanting to practice but couldn't keep up his spirits, and everything about Liu Feng echoed in his mind repeatedly.

At this moment, Liu Feng walked over with a sword in his backhand, looked at her for a moment, suddenly silently, stepped in the air in front of him, turned around, danced swordsmanship, and asked Tian Shaoqing to take a closer look.

Tian Shaoqing knew that he must have a good intention, so he stared intently, for some reason, at that moment, Ling Qian's earnest words suddenly merged with Liu Feng's figure, his clothes flew up, as if he really became what Ling Qian expected, and then thought about the Qi Qi qin song played by Liu Feng under the moon, she silently recited two sentences of 'Qin and Sword Song and Dance':

The words and proverbs are only in all directions, the old wine is poured with bronze, and the double-edged is strong, but look at the sword dance.

A single wind lamp is an eight-foot lonely shadow, the new word is endowed with jade strings, the two sleeves are fluttering, and the qin song is heard.

But thinking of Liu Feng's self-description, Tian Shaoqing shook his head again, only thinking that Liu Feng should have a deeper feeling.

In fact, how can Fengliu's heart be calm at this time? While dancing the sword, he said to himself, 'Fengliu Wangyan':

Taibai Ridge, thousands of snow, lonely shadows and lonely lights spend the night, only listening to blood and crying in the sea of books, how many times has the country changed hands?

Qinhuai River, thousands of miles of frost, clear face and thin wine poured for years, but with iron hooves looking at the corpse, when will the world return to the Tang Dynasty?

Probably his mood calmed down a little, he was led by Tian Shaoqing, and suddenly his chest jumped out of this heartfelt sentence.

Until he put away his sword, Tian Shaoqing was still standstill, and he had lost his mind.

At this moment, even she herself couldn't tell the truth, and suddenly she wanted to walk over and talk to Liu Feng, she wanted to talk to him, and she wanted to look at him.

This change surprised her very much, there was still an estrangement between the two before, but it turned into a warm treatment in an instant, and it was slowly passed on to a tacit understanding.

The two stared at each other, Liu Feng was also extremely gentle, his tone was no longer tough, and after practicing the sword, he said to her: "Fang Cai's swordsmanship, if you can master it as soon as possible, go out to fight the enemy, you can be sure for a while." Trying his best to avoid Tian Shaoqing, he glanced at it hurriedly, threw the sword back to her, and hurried away.

Tian Shaoqing looked at the sword in his hand, he couldn't come back to his senses, and secretly thought about Liu Feng's words, and only after a long time did he smile, and began to walk according to Liu Feng's instructions.