Chapter 207: Desolate Peach Branches Thoughts of the Dead

The wind blows the branches and leaves of the peach tree, and the peach tree cries under the branches.

・・・・・・ Zhou Lishui Feng Xuanjian broke up with Wanling Divine Sect Elder Dong Qin, and walked straight down the mountain, the reunion of the two old friends naturally had endless words, and they felt a lot better along the way, when the two were chanting and singing and dancing in the golden rice field, they were interrupted by a fighting sound in the distance, and what followed was a scene that was incompatible with the beautiful scenery.

A group of hateful men besieged a person named Chu Sheng, and looking at the situation, they swore not to give up until Chu Sheng's body was broken into pieces.

A wicked man viciously forced Chu Sheng, thinking that he was going to give him a knife, but unexpectedly a cauliflower snake appeared in front of him, and was spitting out a letter and flying towards him, the wicked man immediately panicked and withdrew his weapon, and flew up in the air to avoid the cauliflower snake, but it was too late.

The cauliflower snake had fallen on the neck in an instant, and the cauliflower snake was disturbed and instinctively curled up and wrapped around the wicked man's erect neck, and suddenly the wicked man's face was red, and his muscles were exposed.

The other two couldn't help but laugh when they saw this.

The wicked man who was attacked by the snake hurriedly grabbed his weapon and slashed at the snake's head, and suddenly a clear blood spurted out, and the cauliflower snake lost its strength and fell to the ground.

The two who were laughing hurriedly stopped laughing and comforted, "Boss, are you...

The man was angry and said, "Bastard, you want to kill me, why don't you kill him?"

The two of them hurriedly slashed towards Chu Sheng, but when the knife hit the ground, they found that Chu Sheng was gone.

At this time, Zhou Lishui, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help laughing, not wanting to be discovered by the three wicked people, and the kung fu of the three wicked people was extraordinary, so he rushed to Zhou Lishui's approach with an arrow when he heard the sound.

One of the leaders looked at Zhou Lishui and Feng Xuanjian in front of him: "Two bastards, dare to eavesdrop on our conversation, are you impatient?"

After saying that, the three of them glanced at each other, raised their weapons, and slashed at them.

Seeing this, Feng Xuanjian jumped into the air, and before the three of them knew it, he had fallen behind the three of them.

Zhou Lishui pretended to be aggrieved and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't be spared by the three heroes of ・・・・・・・・・・・・ I am innocent・・・・・・"

The three of them looked at each other: "You kid is quite acquainted, but that old guy dares not to take us and others in his eyes, you wait to clean up the old guy first."

After speaking, the three of them turned around and came towards Feng Xuanjian.

Feng Xuanjian stood coldly behind the three of them and shouted: "Three villains, Lao Tzu will send you to the West Heaven today・・・・・・"

Before the words landed, Feng Xuanjian was like a breeze, and came to the middle of the three in an instant, his hand rose and fell, and before he knew it, he had already cut off the heads of the three people, and the three people fell to the ground in a moment・・・・・・ originally Zhou Lishui wanted to deal with the three of them, and took the opportunity to ask who the young master behind the scenes was, but he didn't want to be killed by Feng Xuanjian first.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground with regret on his face and said, "Brother Feng・・・・・・ this ・・・・・・ alas・・・・・・"

Feng Xuanjian looked at the corpse on the ground: "Hmph, a group of dogs fight people, not killing is not enough to vent the hatred in ・・・・・・ heart, happy happy・・・・・・."

Zhou Lishui looked at the eldest brother in front of him who had lost his beloved daughter, and a burst of sourness welled up in his heart.

At this time, Dao Gu Shen let out a faint voice: "Help・・・・・・ help・・・・・・ help・・・・・・ help"

Hearing the sound, the two hurriedly ran towards the sound, only to see Chu Sheng lying on the ground dying, making a faint sound from his mouth.

Zhou Lishui hurriedly hugged Chu Sheng in his arms, took out the kettle from his waist and gently poured it into his lips full of blood, just when a little water was poured into Chu Sheng's mouth, he didn't want a mouthful of hot water to rush to his throat, and suddenly a huge stream of blood spurted out・・・・・・ Chu Sheng endured the last trace ・・・・・・of strength and said: "Li..."

Chu Sheng looked at Zhou Lishui unwillingly, grabbed Zhou Lishui's sleeve tightly in his hand, and gradually lost his breath.

Feng Xuanjian looked at Chu Sheng, bloody pictures appeared in his mind, and two lines of tears finally broke free and forbearant eyes flowed out.

Suddenly, Feng Xuanjian was furious: "Ah・・・・・・hh The miserable cry could not be dispersed in the air for a long time・・・・・・ along a stream, through a peach forest finally came to a beautiful place, but in this great scenery there was a burst of desolation, under the care of a hundred-year-old fairy tree branches and leaves, a lonely grave has long been overgrown with weeds, weeds from it do not know when to grow one, but also the only bellflower, the white bellflower fluttering with the wind, in the background of hundreds of green leaves, like dancing in the air with a graceful dance, the graceful dance posture seems to welcome the arrival of relatives。

A cluster of lush green leaves surrounds the trunk of the ancient tree, and a line of font is clearly visible in the gap between the green leaves: Tomb of the beloved daughter Feng Lingling.

In front of the tombstone, two lines of hot tears had blurred Feng Xuanjian's eyes, only to see Feng Xuanjian stretch out his hands and gently stroke that line of fonts, whispering something.

Zhou Lishui held the green snake sword left by Ling Yuehua in his arms, leaned against the peach tree, his face showed regret, with Feng Xuanjian's crying, his thinking gradually returned to the streets of Yangzhou・・・・・・・・・・・・ cute little sister, pungent Ling Yuehua, respected Fu Hongye, Hei Wuxin, cute and naughty Feng Lingling, honest and helpless true father and daughter, bully Li Fuchang, etc., etc., thinking of this, Zhou Lishui couldn't help but put the sword in his hand, at this time, an old man's voice came, Zhou Lishui looked up。

I saw that the old man was disheveled, his sunken eyes, and his dense folds were enough to prove that the old man was suffering.

Do you carefully identify the old father who is not honest and true?

The old man leaned over and cleaned Feng Lingling's grave a little, and tremblingly took out a crumpled piece of yellow paper from his arms, and then burned it in front of Feng Lingling's grave.

All this disturbed Feng Xuanjian, who ignored the pain of missing his beloved daughter, and looked strangely at the old man's actions and wanted to speak.

The old man sighed and said: "Alas・・・・・・ poor child, you and my daughter were both hard-working people in your lifetime, you died in the hands of the wicked Li Fuchang, I hate that ・・・・・・ my poor daughter is not at peace after death, and the heavy rain washed away my daughter's grave overnight, and the only grass house was burned down by the bully・・・・・・"