Ye Xun sighed, this is the back wave of the Yangtze River pushing the front wave, and one wave is stronger than the other.

The three of them walked forward hopefully, and they no longer had the courage to chase Chixiao and Mo Ye. How can you chase it, at such a fast speed, the three of you can't catch up.

When Bian Shi and Ye Xun were still looking at the direction where Chixiao and Mo Xie disappeared, Bian Le was looking at his feet in surprise. "Father, what is this"

Bian Shi withdrew his gaze and looked at the ground.

Heijuan, it's Heijuan, the black juan cloth stretches to the small pool in the distance under the feet of the three people, there are Heijuan everywhere among the low bushes, and the small pool spreads out everywhere, maybe it is washed by the rain for many years, Heijuan is a little weathered, Heijuan has been damaged, and a few small grasses grow from Heijuan.

Whoosh, Bian Le flew towards the pool, Heijuan, Heijuan, a jade face magic Peugeot weapon that only the valley master of the Black Wind Valley can practice. Who is it and who is here. Bian Le rushed to Koike quickly, he wanted to see what was going on.

She was stunned when Bian Le landed on the edge of the pool, and on one side of the small pool was a skeleton, which was so small that it could be seen at a glance that it was the skeleton of a woman. Who, who can he be. Why would she die here, could it be the poison array outside, yes, it must be, it must be that she didn't know that the flowers outside the road were poisonous, and she strayed into it, and died here sadly.

Bian Le walked step by step. Slowly approaching the gray skeleton, he wanted to know who this was, it was the valley master of the Black Wind Valley, because only the valley master could practice the jade face divine skill, Bian Le's heart became nervous, he hoped that it would not be what he had a hunch.

Whoosh, a white light flew towards Bian Le, oh, Heijuan greeted the white light, pop, white light flew away, and then flew back. Split into two, shot sharply towards Bian Le, two black juan flew out again, boom, two loud bangs, the powerful air flow sandwiched the sword qi Bian Le flew out five zhang away, kicked back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Bian Le couldn't believe that since he became the valley master and practiced the jade face magic skill, there are a few people in the martial arts today who can defeat themselves within a few moves, and there are really very few, and the blood in Bian Le's chest is constantly surging. Bian Shi swooped to her daughter and gently pressed her hand on Bian Le's shoulder. It took a long time for Bian Le's qi and blood to be suppressed.

Bian Le looked up and saw an old savage with unkempt hair, a scruffy beard, a deerskin crossbody, a tiger skin around his waist, and a double-lined sword standing in front of the gray skeleton. Staring angrily at Bian Le and Bian Shi. Said word by word. "Lord...... Person...... Who...... Also...... No...... Yes...... Depend on...... Nearly ......".

Bian Le looked at the fluffy old savage in a daze, who is this person, what is the gray skeleton for Lu The master, the master, Bian Le's gaze slowly fell on the double-line sword, "Ah" Bian Le gasped. He stared at the double-lined sword in panic, then at the unkempt old savage, and then at the gray skeleton.

Tom, Bian Le knelt on the ground, staring blankly, tears dripping down from her jade-like eyes, she didn't cry, because she couldn't shout. She didn't scream because she couldn't. Bian Le's gaze was glazed over, watching. A sharp sword slashed at her heart, which had been injured countless times, leaving countless wounds, and she wanted to cry without tears, but she let out bursts of sneering. Why is this world so unfair, her relatives, her friends, her lover, her master, everyone who loves her has left silently, for what, but also to leave her to pretend to be strong to bear the pain. She sat silently, sitting, tears streaming down her face. For a long time, for a long time, for a long time, she shouted sadly, "Master, Le'er is late, it's late." "How did you get here, for what, for what".

Oh, Bian Le knocked one step at a time, one by one, Bian Le knocked and one by one, and Bian Le knocked and said, oh, Bian Le's countless tears with a little blood line. Twenty years ago, the master's endless care, twenty years ago, the master's gentle embrace, embroidered a bleak picture on Bian Le's heart, worn back and forth, dripping with blood. Bian Le knocked over the pool, knocked over the unkempt savage, lay in front of the gray skeleton and wept bitterly, the morning sun dimmed, the birds lost their song, and the whole world was sunk in the cry of sound. In sorrow, in resonance, in people narrating a woman's inner grievances.

Bian Shi didn't move, his eyes were full of tears, he understood who the white bones in the pool were, and understood why Bian Le was so sad, since Xinyu died, since he disappeared, this woman is Bian Le's only spiritual support, she cared for her, she taught her, she melted the loneliness of her little heart with love, and she cultivated her with true love to become a strong person in the martial arts. Her love is worth crying and reciprocating.

Bian Shi wanted to help Bian Le up, but the fluffy savage double-line sword instantly pointed at Bian Shi, and the cold air brought a compelling evil aura, which made Bian Shi can't help but retreat, he was not afraid, but he didn't want to, because he knew that there was no need, and at this moment the wild man would not let others get closer.

Ye Xun watched with fascinated eyes not far away, so heavy and murderous, after being in Shangqiu Country for so long, he felt danger for the first time, and this danger was born from the bottom of his heart.

For a long time, a long time, the sad cry stopped, and the choked Bian Le turned to face the unkempt savage. "Disciple Bian Le has seen the valley master."

The unfurled savage moved. "The master is gone, and there is no more valley master."

Bian Le was stunned.

"You are Bian Le".

"The disciple is Bian Le."

The unkempt savage took out a white juanpa from his bosom, one corner embroidered with a black lotus flower. Bian Le respectfully took Juan Pa, only to see a line of pale red cursive characters on Juan Pa.

"Bian Le, you can't pick the centering grass for the teacher, leave a puppet for you, Manyu."

Wow, Bian Le hugged Juupa and cried again, sad and sad. Bian Le's heart was broken again, broken that it could no longer be whole, broken that it could no longer withstand the pain. He fell to the ground with a thud. Bian Shifei stepped forward. Boom, boom, the fluffy-haired savages shot at the same time. After the two of them made a few moves in the air, there were two loud noises, and Bian Shi shot away sharply, landing at seven or eight feet, and sliding out of a deep soil ditch on the ground. The fluffy-haired wildman fell back into place, only to steady himself with a single stroke of his sword.

Bian Shi's face changed, and she looked at Ye Xun. Ye Xun spread his hands, looking helpless, obviously he didn't want to make a move. Stupid, to fight with that wild man is obviously a thankless job.

An hour later, Bian Le opened his eyes and slowly got up. "Uncle Kuang Mo, the master may have other last words."

"The host didn't".

It turned out that this savage was called Kuang Mo, a puppet refined by Manyu, that is, Manyu (Kuang Mo), who had been presiding over the Black Wind Valley for more than 20 years.

"Uncle Kuang Mo, I want to cremate my master's bones and bring them back to Black Wind Valley."

"The owner allows".

"Father, help me find some dry firewood." Bian Shi answered and flew out.

Bian Le wiped his tears and put away the black juan all over the ground, don't look at these black juan has been weathered, in Bian Le's hands, it is like a demon, rolled together. Bian Le walked to the side of a large stone, and with a wave of his hand, a six-foot-wide platform appeared on the stone.

Bian Le put the dry firewood he found flat on the stone, walked to the pool, spread out the black juan, and Kuang Mo suddenly came over. Together with Bian Le, they put Manyu's bones on Heijuan piece by piece. Kuang Mo picked up Heijuan and put it in the firewood. Bian Le placed Manyu's black juan around the bones, took out the tinder, and prepared to light the fire.

"Wait a minute, use this, it can be cremated better." Bian Shi took out a small bottle from his arms, didn't say what was in it, and threw it to Bian Le. Bian Shi still had lingering palpitations about Kuang Mo, but he didn't dare to send the vial.

Bian Le opened the vial and poured it gently, and some white powder was poured out of the bottle, sprinkled on the bones, and lit the fire. Whew, bursts of fire rose, bigger and bigger, more and more vigorous, and after half an hour, the fire was extinguished. Bian Le took out a piece of Heijuan and wrapped the ashes well, and wrapped them in several layers finely. Kuang Mo suddenly walked over, took the ashes bag, and carried it on his shoulder.

Bian Le looked at Kuang Mo. "Uncle, where are you going?"

"Follow the master".

It turned out that before Manyu died, he had ordered Kuang Mo to return to the Black Wind Valley to listen to Ling Bianle, and he didn't know what Lu Dao was for, Kuang Mo never left, and guarded Manyu here for more than 20 years. Perhaps this is what makes conscious puppets different from unconscious puppets, they have thoughts, feelings, and are loyal to their masters.

"Father, let's go".

Bian Shi looked at her daughter, "Le'er, where are we going."

"Father, I'm going to Luojian Valley, and since I'm here, I have to pick centering grass. Give it to the future generations of the valley masters". After speaking, Bian Le walked to the depths of Yujian Mountain.

Four hundred years ago, the thirteenth generation of the valley lord of the Black Wind Valley, Sang Qing, once entered the Jade Sword Mountain, and collected a large amount of centering grass alive, and the future generations of the valley lord have been refining puppets with these centering grasses, and the puppet refining will fail nine times out of ten, and when Manyu becomes the valley master of the Black Wind Valley, there is only one centering grass left in the Black Wind Valley, but I didn't expect that just this one, Manyu refined into a puppet Kuang Mo. Therefore, Kuang Mo (Manyu) is also famous for more than 30 years in the martial arts, and the first thing Manyu did after retiring was to go to Yujian Mountain to pick the centering grass, although he knew that this trip would be nine deaths. But for the sake of her beloved apprentice, for the thousand-year-old inheritance of Black Wind Valley, she embarked on a journey into the mountains to pick grass, but Manyu didn't think that she would inexplicably enter the "Ten Fragrance Transformation Blood Array", and when she found out, everything was night. A generation of heroines, burning all her life, died in a small pool of this desolate Jade Sword Mountain with hatred, and when she died, she didn't know why she would die and why she died. What does it mean to be her, the sixty thousand living beings in the Fallen Soul Valley are all the same as him, I don't know what Lu Dao died for and how he died.

The soul is wandering, the voice of grief, the woman is half alive, and the wilderness is withering.

Chixiao ran wildly, he didn't know what he wanted to run for, he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit, he felt that his whole body was hot, itchy, and painful. Chixiao took off one by one and threw away his clothes. After the most stubborn, he walked naked among the low trees, and Mo Ye picked up the clothes one by one in the back, if he didn't pick them up, this was the most unscrupulous clothes in Chixiao.