Moreover, that duel was originally proposed by Zuo Qinghou, his beloved wife was newly mourned, and he had nothing to love for a while, so he went to duel with Xue Yiren.

Li Zhichang said: "It's no wonder, you are afraid that after death, Mingzhu will have no home, and you are not willing to let her bear the hatred of the Zuo family again." "As long as Zuo Mingzhu marries, he is naturally not a member of the Zuo family, and he does not have to bear this feud.

Perhaps the greatest love in the world is the love of parents for their children.

It's a pity that Zuo Mingzhu can't understand this, and Zuo Qinghou can't sue her for doing this.

Zuo Qinghou said: "This hatred is really meaningless, but since I am a member of the Zuo family, I can't forget this hatred." He paused, then sighed, "The same goes for Xue Yiren." ”

Li Zhichang said: "This duel was proposed by Xue Yiren on his own initiative?"

Zuo Qinghou nodded.

Li Zhichang said in his heart: Counting Xue Yiren, he is not young, I think he is because his swordsmanship has reached a certain level, and he needs to close the pass to comprehend the supreme sword dao. That's why I wanted to settle the grievances of Hongchen before, so that I could pursue the ethereal avenue wholeheartedly.

Only he can understand this feeling, because he has also come over this way.

Li Zhichang continued: "With your martial arts, although you are very clever, you may not be able to take a sword from Xue Yiren. ”

Zuo Qinghou said: "This has nothing to do with whether or not we can defeat him, this battle cannot be participated by outsiders, this is our fate." If I were Xue Yi today, he was Zuo Qinghou, and I wouldn't let him go. ”

Li Zhichang said: "If Xue Yiren can let go of hatred, what will you do?"

Zuo Qinghou said: "He won't let it go, because he is Xue Yiren." ”

Li Zhichang smiled: "It seems that you are one of the few people who can understand him." But they didn't make friends. ”

The scale of Xue Yiren's courtyard is not as grand as the "Cup Throwing Villa". But the style is more quaint. Although the furnishings in the hall are not gorgeous, they are really spotless, there is absolutely no dust on the window lattices, there is not a single fallen leaf in the courtyard, although it is early in the morning, there are already people sweeping the courtyard.

Xue Yiren stood in the courtyard.

He suddenly said, "Where are you going early in the morning, Xue Bin?"

A young man's voice outside the courtyard replied, "I'm going out to practice martial arts." Then only the sound of hurried footsteps was heard.

Xue Yiren sighed secretly, the Xue family has its own martial arts training ground, so why run out if you want to practice. As soon as I heard his words, it was definitely not a good thing to run so fast.

He felt inexplicably sad.

Can the glory of the ancestors only be maintained by him?

Thinking of his son who couldn't make a weapon, and his crazy younger brother, Xue Yiren not only clenched his hands.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, because his sword had been collected by him ten years ago.

There is no one who deserves him to draw a sword.

Maybe there was one, but he never found it.

He remembered that incident from years ago.

On that day, the Zuo Qinghou of the Cup-tossing Mountain Villa invited him to a duel.

Actually, he didn't want to say yes.

But he is Xue Yiren, and he has to agree.

Not to mention the hatred between them. It's so thick that it takes blood to dissolve.

The best time to kill is when the moon is dark and the wind is high.

It was very windy that night.

Just outside a grove.

The wind blew his black garment, but it could not blow his heart.

His heart. It has long been as solid as iron.

But Zuo Qinghou, he didn't want to kill him like this.

Because Zuo Qinghou is really a rare hero.

If he doesn't have the surname Zuo, Xue Yiren must be willing to be friends with him.

He had few friends, and few enemies.

But the left light marquis became his enemy.

This day he will never forget.

When he was about to stab Zuo Qinghou in the throat with a trick, a flying knife actually hit the sword body accurately, making the sword's target deflect.

also left Zuo Qinghou's life behind.

At that time, he was already a veritable number one swordsman in the world, but he was still broken by that flying knife.

With his swordsmanship at that time, even if he was the master of the sword path in the past, Ziyi Hou, he would definitely not be able to compare to him.

Li Guanyu, who once tried his sword by boiling tea in the sword pool, also admitted his swordsmanship, standing alone in the world, and had no resistance.

He was not complacent, but he did not believe that anyone in the world could stand against his sword.

It was true that the flying knife was issued when he was fighting Zuo Qinghou, and it defeated his sword moves.

But if the target of that flying knife was not the sword, but his throat, I am afraid he would not be able to dodge.

He didn't lose, but he was sadder than defeated.

But without that flying knife, he would not have been able to go further and reach today's realm.

His greatest wish in this life is to find the owner of the flying knife and have an open and honest contest.

However, I am afraid that this wish will not be realized.

Xue Bin hurriedly left Xuejiazhuang, and there was a large ~ field outside.

This is all their Xue family's property.

Since he lost a lot of face in front of Zuo Mingzhu and lost the heart of a beautiful woman because of this, he was really unhappy for a long time.

But as the son of a family, it is really easy to find a beautiful woman.

But he was a man of taste, and he also met a very beautiful girl.

They made an appointment to meet early in the morning.

A beautiful girl sings a little song by the stream.

The song that was more graceful than the yellow warbler floated on the stream, and the graceful notes fell into Xue Bin's ears. He was almost drunk.

He shouted, "Xiuyun, I'm here." ”

The bright girl turned around and said in a low voice, "Xue Lang." "The soft beauty ~ eyes, but a wisp of resentment flashed in an instant.

Xue Bin saw the girl's beautiful face, and sighed in his heart, if she hadn't come from a humble background, if she could go to such a beautiful wife, she really wouldn't have any regrets.

is a hundred times stronger than Zuo Mingzhu's brutal miss.

Thinking of the beautiful woman's always supple appearance, his heart was on fire.

Today no matter what, to the hand.

In this wilderness, let her enjoy the most wonderful things in this world.

Young boys and girls, affectionate and hot, soon snuggled together.

Suddenly, the boy grabbed ~ the girl's throat, and held a sharp knife in his other hand.

The hand was on the body of the knife, and it was bleeding all the time.

Xue Bin said: "Why?"

The girl sneered: "What have you done to lose your conscience, you know, you can kill me, I will not spare you if I become a ghost." ”

Xue Bin said: "You were just a little poor girl, if you hadn't taken the initiative to seduce me, we wouldn't have known each other by now, what kind of hatred can we have." ”

The girl spit on Xue Bin's face, and Xue Bin was very angry.

Xue Bin smiled sharply: "Didn't you say that I lost my conscience? I'll lose my conscience to show you." ”

He threw away the dagger and lit the girl's hole~ Dao.

His martial arts skills are not very high, but it is easy to deal with an ordinary village girl.

The girl dripped crystal tears, and Xue Bin's expression had fallen into madness.

But suddenly, his whole body flew up and landed in the grass. (To be continued......)