As soon as the man's weak words were finished, his face froze and he lost his breath. Under the light of the cold moon, the passing years are engraved, as if it is a tribute to the passing life, so that the night at this time is more quiet and quiet.

Ye Feng walked a few steps, stared down at the Shaolin disciple who seemed to be unwilling, frowned his sword eyebrows, let the breeze blow his sideburns and hair, and looked a little lonely, over the years, he had seen too many Jianghu Junjie die in front of him, some were directly killed by his hands, and some were indirectly killed because of it, what remained unchanged was that these people were so unwilling on their faces.

No matter how tired he is and how he wants a peaceful life, as long as he is still in this river and lake, he will inevitably be disturbed by this red and mundane matter, because where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and often so, they will not help themselves. Ye Feng looked up at the bright moon, shook his head slightly, sighed, and was speechless.

Rou'er spit out her fragrant tongue, and glanced at the man who was a little sad worriedly, although this Nizi was a little hesitant, but she still stiffened, moved the lotus step lightly, stared at Ye Feng delicately, and said like a mosquito: "Childe, it's all my bad ......"

Ye Feng waved his hand, interrupted Rou'er's words, sighed lightly, and reluctantly smiled: "Rou'er, I don't blame you, it's just ...... It's just that I said in advance that I would show mercy to my subordinates, but you ......"

"Brother Feng......" Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, Wan'er behind him interrupted his words, and the beauty took a few steps closely, condescendingly, staring at the dead Shaolin disciple, and said coldly, "You can't blame Sister Rou'er, if it weren't for this man wanting to despise Sister Rou'er, how could Sister Rou'er be a killer with hatred! She didn't do it for you, you shouldn't blame her!" Wan'er's words were greatly approved by Ling Su, who had always been taciturn, and there was a little anger on her cold face.

Rou'er's heart moved, she looked at the tall man with teary eyes, and said weakly: "Childe, don't you want me anymore?" Yiren kept sobbing, lowering his eyes, but he didn't dare to look at Ye Feng's appearance anymore, and his slender hands held the hem of his skirt, stunned.

Wan'er saw Rou'er, who was the same age as her, crying so sadly, and felt pity in her heart, you must know that Rou'er was born in the Demon Sect and has always been arrogant, and the only one who can make this little witch so sad is Ye Feng. Wan'er stretched out her slender hand and climbed onto Rou'er's constantly trembling fragrant shoulder, gently patted her pink back, and said unhappily: "Brother Feng, you see that Sister Rou'er is so sad, why don't you apologize quickly!"

Ye Feng was helpless, looking at the crying Rou'er and the fierce Wan'er, as well as Ling Su, who looked at him coldly, he suddenly felt as if he was heinous, so he said softly: "Rou'er, don't cry, it's all the son's bad, let you go and fight against this Shaolin disciple, I didn't expect this person to be from Buddhism, he would be such a treacherous person!"

Saying this, Ye Feng took Rou'er from Wan'er's arms, hugged the beauty tightly, and whispered comfort, which made Rou'er smile lightly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Mingyue, who had never spoken, was squinting at Rou'er, a hint of a smile floated on her face, her fingertips were scratching green silk, coquettishly smiling, and she sighed to herself: "This Nizi is really witty, she would even think of this trick ......" Rou'er seemed to feel something, and looked at the enchanting Mingyue, her eyes full of smiles. Although Rou'er covered it up very well, she still didn't escape Mingyue's eyes, in the battle just now, Mingyue clearly saw that Rou'er was looking at the man's body and moved forward between the lightning and flint, and from the perspective of the angle, it seemed that the man intended to be light, which made the alert Wan'er find a reason to kill him.

Mingyue smiled lightly, bowed slightly, was a few steps ahead, and said coquettishly: "The time has passed, it's time for our sister Su'er to go, Fenglang, do you say we are here, or go back to the Ye family?"

Ye Feng looked at the man's body, sighed, knowing that he could not be here today, and then looked around, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he ordered: "In this situation, it is natural to go back to the Ye family, but you can't let the disciples of the Ye family be like this, you will let the disciples wake up separately." ”

Mingyue smiled and gathered her sideburns, and praised her chin: "The husband is still the same kind-hearted, the slave family understands, leave it to us!"

Ye Feng lowered his eyebrows and stared at his hands, slightly condensing, but he only raised a breath that was not heavy, and he couldn't help but sigh slightly, at this time, he knew that he was afraid that the bottleneck of Ling Ru's so-called skill was gradually revealed. However, he was not reconciled, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he raised his hand to pull out the Yunshui sword that was inserted vertically into the ground, and the mist on the sword body was also slightly insufficient.

Ye Feng frowned, staring at this sword that had been with him for several months, and couldn't help but sigh a little, and muttered: "Will I really become a wasted person? If I can't use you forever, will you be lonely? Everyone in the rivers and lakes wants to get you, although you are undoubtedly a divine weapon, but it is more a reflection of the people's thirst for power, hehe, they don't know that the more they have desires, the more they can't use you, and if they use too much, they will be eaten by you." Only when you are in a calm state of mind can you use it freely......"

At this point, Ye Feng's eyes lit up, and Yun Shui Jian seemed to know what he was thinking, Yun Wu was even worse, he smiled lightly: "That's right! How could I forget such an important thing? What if I lose my martial arts, I am still me, I am still Ye Feng! As long as I keep my heart unchanged, one day I will still come back to you! Yun Shui Jian, thank you, see you again!"

As Ye Feng's words fell, the luster of the Yunshui Sword faded away, and after a while, this peerless sword was like an ordinary sword, and it no longer had the delicate luster that was displayed through the moonlight. Ye Feng was not confused, smiled slightly, and put his sword into the sheath.

In the middle of the night, the disciples of the Ye family woke up one after another, saw Ye Feng and the daughters, remembered what happened today, they were all sincerely frightened, and gathered around Ye Feng with trepidation, and the leader knelt on the ground, lowered his arrogant head, and hesitated: "Family master, please punish me and others, we have smeared the Ye family, and we lost consciousness without even seeing anyone!"

"Oh, do you know that you are wrong? The head of the family has always had clear rewards and punishments, are you ready to be punished?" Ye Feng frowned and said in a deep voice. The disciples of the Ye family looked at each other, all bowed their heads, and said solemnly: "Ready, please punish the head of the family!"

Ye Feng chuckled, his smile warmed people's hearts, and he bowed his head and said, "Since this is the case, then the head of the family will punish you to cultivate hard and continue to protect this Ye family's old mansion!"