Liu Xing recognized at a glance that it was Ma Shiying, the father-in-law who existed in name only.

There is no need to doubt the truth when it is revealed, Ma Shiying led the Jinyi Guard to chase and kill him.

In the past three years, he has lived with a mountain of guilt, Wanqiu should not have lived such a poor life, and at the same time worried about when and how to liquidate.

The debt owed by the mistake he made three years ago, Liu Xing has long known in his heart that sooner or later it will be liquidated, it seems that today is the time to liquidate, Wanqiu can finally return to her father's side and be a good daughter safe and sound.

This is the best way to liquidate. Liu Xing's mood became relaxed at the moment, and a smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth, it was over, everything could finally be over, and he was waiting for the transcendent death peacefully.

I can even laugh!

Ma Shiying was annoyed and angry: Could it be that the other party was making fun of his incompetence? His flower-like daughter was ruined by such an ugly and poor pianist for three years. For three years, he racked his brains and tried every possible way to find their whereabouts, but there was no news.

A thousand knives to cut the person in front of you are not enough to relieve hatred.

Ma Shiying's eyes radiated a ferocious and vicious light, and the cold long knife pointed indifferently at Liu Xing, and said through gritted teeth, "Ugly ghost! I have been looking for you for three years, do you think that I will be helpless to hide in such an isolated place? What else do you have to say now? I want to make your life worse than death, you can kill you by the neck!" He waved the long knife viciously.

Liu Xing's face looked so pale and lonely, the rain kept falling down the tips of his hair and falling in the blood of the piano platform in front of his eyes, like a flash in the pan faint into small chrysanthemums, the wound on the severed finger of his right hand was washed pink by the rain, and white phalanges were faintly visible.

He seemed to have lost consciousness and didn't know the pain, and his expression was so calm that he smiled incredibly.

The situation outside the house is vivid, Ma Wanqiu has already burst into tears, Liu Xing's pain is her pain, Liu Xing's injury is her injury, her heartache is her heartache or even worse than Liu Xing's.

Her father now wants to take away her beloved, and she rushes into the storm desperately to prevent the tragedy from happening, and she becomes so crazy and hysterical for the sake of infatuating such a soft woman.

"Don't! Father doesn't—" her cry was heartbreaking.

Ma Shiying put away the knife, looked at this daughter who worried him sadly and regretfully, he couldn't recognize each other, where was the beautiful and demure lady?

What kind of life has my daughter been living in the past three years! My daughter has obviously lost weight and is obviously malnourished, her originally bright face has a faint color, her originally red and delicate cheeks are not so dull, she can already see obvious cheekbones, and her originally radiant eyes have now become dull and pale.

What kind of ecstasy did the daughter take wrong, she must have been deceived by someone, and she followed this ugly ghost to live such a poor life.

We must get rid of the ugly ghosts, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and only then can the daughter return to family affection and start a new and happy life.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

Ma Wanqiu turned a blind eye to his father, didn't even call him father, just hugged Liu Xing's injured hand and cried like pear blossoms with rain.

All the daughter's thoughts were poured into this ugly ghost, and there was no father in her heart at all. Ma Shiying felt both sad and annoyed by this, what a woman is really not left behind! This ugly ghost who ruined her daughter's lifelong happiness must die.

Long pain is better than short pain, as time passes, one day the daughter will understand her father's painstaking heart.

Ma Shiying gritted the green tendons in her temples and ruthlessly ordered a henchman to pull her daughter away from Liu Xing's side.

No matter how hoarse his daughter is, he wants to personally execute the "Wind and Dust Qin Saint", the long knife slowly and resolutely pointed at Liu Xing's eyes again, and said coldly: "Accept your fate! No one can save you." ”

Liu Xing never expected to survive and still didn't say a word, and his heart was already discouraged.

Ma Wanqiu actually did something shocking, which made Ma Shiying reluctantly change her mind.

Ma Wanqiu fearlessly held the blade of the knife with his bare hands to grab the killer's long knife, the sharp blade cut through the palm, and a vein of bright red blood slowly oozed out from the gap between the hand and the knife, dripping down drop by drop.

Completely unexpected, the killer had to reluctantly let go of the handle of the knife and let Ma Wanqiu snatch the knife in this way.

Ma Wanqiu took a long knife from his neck and said ruthlessly: "If you kill him, I will only die with me." ”

Ma Shiying unexpectedly Huo Ran raised the knife in his hand, and the man screamed and fell to the ground, and the killer who lost the knife died.

Ma Shiying said lightly: "I can't even look at my own knife, what's the use of staying in the world?"

The knife is the life of the killer, the knife is in the person, and no one dies in the knife.

Ma Shiying didn't seem to be wrong, but if the killer injured Ma Wanqiu, it would be impossible to escape.

This killer should be damned, Ma Shiying is in a very bad mood today, and there is no word for the crime he wants to add.

Ma Shiying was sad, for such a man, her daughter threatened her father with death.

"Daughter, it's not worth it for you to do this, the man who is everywhere is better than the ugly ghost in front of you!"

"However, there is only one 'Wind and Dust Piano Saint' in the world, and since I have chosen him, I will not regret it until I die. ”

Tiger poison does not eat children, killing Liu Xing is a desperate daughter, no matter how ruthless he Ma Shiying is, he can't do this. He can only choose to compromise, he doesn't want to lose his biological daughter needlessly, he can't change his daughter's stubbornness.

Jiang is still old and spicy, and he came up with a way to kill people with a knife, and he wanted to use the hand of the "ruthless swordsman" to get rid of Liu Xing, the "Wind and Dust Qin Saint".

"Okay, I can not kill this ugly ghost, but he must do things for me under his command. ”

Liu Xing neither denied nor should admit it, what else could he say and do. is already a puppet whose heart is dead and his soul is gone, and he can only be at the mercy of Wanqiu's infatuation.

Imashiying's narrow-mindedness could not let go of hateful people, and it must be ill-intentioned. Sooner or later, he will die at the hands of Ma Shiying, Liu Xing sees this very thoroughly, and it is impossible for Wanqiu to see it when she is blinded by family affection.

Rumors in the rivers and lakes are sometimes not groundless, "Wind and Dust Piano Saint" Liu Xing and "Jingling No. 1 Beauty" Ma Wanqiu lived in seclusion for several years, reappearing in the rivers and lakes under the command of Ma Shiying.

On the surface, it seems that this is indeed the case, Liu Xing and Ma Wanqiu are now living in Ma Shiying's mansion, but the relationship between father-in-law and daughter and son-in-law is extremely complex and delicate.

His temperament has changed greatly, he is silent all day long, drinks and sleeps all day long, and he can no longer see the humorous and talented Liu Xing of the past.

Liu Xing will never be able to forgive Ma Shiying for his bloodbathing of Liujia Village.

Ma Wanqiu will never be able to forgive her father's actions, but the incident has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be reversed.

The only thing she could do was to bury the villagers of Liujia Village and let the ghost rest in peace.

She said to Liu Xing guiltily and sadly: "I invited Hu Lijuan, the most famous 'yin and yang woman' in Jinling, to collect the funeral clothes, tomorrow is the day of the villagers' burial, let's send it!"

The 62-year-old "Yin Yang Woman" Hu Lijuan is a mysterious old woman, when she collects the funeral, she will talk and chat with the deceased like the living, and the surprising thing is that the deceased's family is smooth and safe.

Liu Xing hated the house and Wudi ignored Ma Wanqiu, and his pupils were written with a trace of cold indifference and sadness.

174 villagers were buried in Liujia Village on the spot, and the graves were in pieces, and the white flags were displayed, which was solemn and magnificent.

Ma Wanqiu couldn't cry, and her hazy teary eyes vaguely showed the familiar and living faces of those villagers.

Liu Xingchang couldn't kneel, his eyes were red, he was demented and had no tears, it turned out that he couldn't shed tears when he was sad to the limit.

His heart is dead, and he was already dead when he lost to the "Heartless Swordsman", and from that moment on, the "Wind and Dust Qin Saint" has already existed in name only on the rivers and lakes.

Now the "Wind and Dust Piano Saint" Liu Xing in Ma Shiying's mansion is just a shell.

Ma Wanqiu was in a dilemma, sad but unable to extricate herself, understanding that her husband was angry with her because of her father's crimes, but what could she do? The palms of her hands and the backs of her hands were full of meat, one husband and one father.

She can't kill her biological father to please her husband, if she needs to do this, she can't do it, after all, Ma Shiying is the biological father who has raised her for 17 years, although she also knows that her biological father is heinous.

She was melancholy and sad and wept alone, and her handkerchief was damp for some reason.

Ma Shiying was both annoyed and sad, his daughter regarded him as a mortal enemy who had turned against him, and he did not greet him when he met him, and he did not look at the person as a stranger and passed by indifferently, and he had not called his father since he returned to the mansion.

He couldn't believe that this was his biological daughter who had been raised for 17 years and regarded as a pearl in his palm.

Ma Shiying once gave birth to two sons and a daughter, and the two sons died at an early age, and only Wanqiu was naturally favored.

He couldn't figure out why his relationship with his daughter had grown so badly.

Ma Shiying attributed all the blame and resentment to Liu Xing.

After three years of living outside, her daughter must have been brainwashed, she was naturally gentle and virtuous, and she was by no means a rebellious person.

If you still want to regain the well-behaved and filial daughter you used to have, it seems that the best way is to eliminate the impact of these three years of life on her.

Liu Xing's influence is there, and Liu Xing's influence is none.

This Liu Xing, who has influenced Wanqiu for three whole years, is like a meteor, and it should indeed be time to disappear.

Even if he gritted his teeth with hatred, he must not kill Liu Xing in person, otherwise when Liu Xing disappears, his daughter may abandon him.

The only way is to use the hands of others to eliminate the troubles, and the best option for the time being is to use the hands of the "ruthless swordsman".

He will definitely die, Liu Xing is no longer the "Wind and Dust Qin Saint" who commanded the rivers and lakes in the past, and after the battle of Liujia Village, he has suffered a great loss of internal strength.

In stark contrast to the boring life is the beautiful scenery.

The breeze and the bright moon, the falling flowers are full of strange things, the lonely sail is far away, and the long smoke and sunset are all refreshing.

The mountain is affectionate and fickle, from a distance it looks majestic and rough, simple and solemn, faintly rich and thick ink complement each other, as if it is the handiwork of landscape ink painting. Looking at the fresh and elegant mountains and rivers from a close distance, the scenery is charming, as if you see a fresh girl at first glance.

The tranquility of the mountains, this tranquility is transcendent, and it makes you forget about the world. Only then will you truly feel at one with nature.

The mountains are quiet, but not absolutely quiet. Occasionally, there are a few birdsongs echoing in the deep valley of the giant ravine, which makes people reverie.

The creator seems to be not poetic enough, and the mountains and forests are actually clear and melodious, and there are wisps of piano sound, like a pleasant sweet spring.

It's like a dream.

Xie Chenfeng held his breath and listened attentively, making sure that someone was stroking the qin.

The sound of the piano gives people a sense of intimacy and familiarity, lingering and moving, as if it implies sad and deep feelings. It seems that the miserable and hazy drizzle is indulging and sad.

The acting skills have reached the realm of perfection, and Chen Feng naturally thinks of the "Wind and Dust Piano Saint" and the charming peach source. Could it be that there is another paradise here? Could it be that there are still masters who can be compared with the "Wind and Dust Piano Saint"? They must be dashing figures.

With amazement and envy, Chen Feng Xunyin looked for the owner of Fuqin.

If Chen Feng knew the ending, I am afraid that he would not be so curious for the rest of his life.

I really didn't expect to reunite with Liu Xing here.

Chen Feng really didn't want to believe his eyes, only more than a month, Liu Xing seemed to have aged a lot, his face was haggard, his eyes were blank, and his pupils were written with infinite sadness and infinite loss, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.

"I didn't expect to meet again here. Tatsukaze had a sense of foreboding.

Liu Xing sighed a lot: "The encounters in life are really wonderful, sometimes a person who meets in Pingshui may affect or even change his life, to live a simple life, but it is not an easy thing." ”

Chen Feng smiled indifferently, "When did the foot become so sentimental?"

"Wind and Dust Qin Saint" changed sharply: "The world's famous swords are close to the end of the world, and it is difficult for people who practice martial arts to see their demeanor, isn't it a pity in the world?"

Chen Feng stared at his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the other party's thoughts.

Chen Feng said gloomily and regretfully: "How many people dream of finding paradise, but why do you want to be attached to the rivers and lakes? Don't you feel tired of the days of bloody wind and blood, life and death? Not to mention that there are enviable families. ”

"Don't say it!", "Wind and Dust Qin Saint" interrupted the other man's words rudely with a twitch of cheeks, and he could see that his mind was struggling in pain. He muttered to himself, "I owe too much debt, I owe too much debt to pay." ”

Fengchen Qinsheng said indifferently: "The paradise is not as perfect as the world thinks, the bamboo building is elegant but slanting and drizzling, and the life is calm but lacks food and clothing. ”

Greed is the sorrow of the world.

The gaze of the "ruthless swordsman" was as cold and silent as a sword, with a hint of ridicule.

"Did someone hire you to kill me?"

Liu Xing's expression looked desolate and gloomy, and he was silent for a long time.

"Yes!"

The ruthless swordsman can't help but feel sad: friendship is never as precious as gold.

"How much do you bid?"

"A thousand taels of gold. ”

The famous "Wind and Dust Qin Saint" gave up a happy family and killed people for gold, not only Chen Feng would not believe it, but no one would believe it either.

Tatsukaze looked at his former friend sadly and pityingly.

"Life is precious, friendship is priceless, I am willing to give a thousand taels of silver tickets free of charge. ”

Liu Xing didn't appreciate it, "I don't accept charity." ”

"So, it's inevitable to fight?"

Liu Xing was silent, and silence was acquiescence.

"Ruthless Swordsman" has a compassionate feeling, "This time Jiangnan, I am the first friend and the first enemy." ”

Fengchen said calmly: "Friend or foe are never absolute, it is not uncommon to turn enemies into friends and friends into enemies, we are just opponents." ”

The word "opponent" concisely sums up the connotation of friend and foe, which is warm and poignant.

Chen Feng's voice was mixed with a hint of sobriety.

"I'm afraid I will never forget you as an opponent in my life. ”

"Wind and Dust Qin Saint" had tears in his eyes, and his voice was sad; "Me too." "People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

Who can tell that they are people who are about to fight a duel of life and death, and their words reveal affection and affection, more like confidants who take care of each other.

"The Ruthless Swordsman" said, "I really don't want to fight. ”

"Wind and Dust Qin Saint" stared at Chen Feng's pupils.

"Are you afraid of defeat?"

Chen Feng said faintly: "Success or failure, life and death, honor and disgrace, I have seen it very lightly. ”

Liu Xing looked at Chen Feng in confusion.

Chen Feng continued: "I have just heard your music, but you have never looked at my sword, and you have lost at this point. ”

Art has reached the realm, even if it is an ordinary work, it is still difficult to decorate the edge.

Liu Xing was silent.

"You're right, yet - haven't tried, how do you know it won't work. ”

The ruthless swordsman's pupils were written with loneliness, and he sighed: "Alas—"

Liu Xing's face showed infinite boredom and exhaustion, he sat down calmly in front of the piano case, his fingers pinched the strings, looked at Chen Feng calmly, and said, "Be careful!"

Chen Feng stared intently at Liu Xingxiu's fingers, not daring to slack off.

Wind and dust organ, unprecedented.

Liu Xing bowed his head deeply and was silent for a moment, brewing energy, brewing feelings, and brewing timing. The murderous aura of the wind and dust organ seemed to be molten and rushed rapidly.

Fingers flick the strings as if they were glittering.

In a flash!

Stagnation of airflow.

Heaven and earth are like death.

The sound of the piano gradually swayed and sounded, endlessly.

Dexterous fingers dance between the strings, like a deer jumping, like a white crane drying its wings.

The trees shake their leaves, and the sand flies away from the rocks.

Let the wind blow and the waves blow, let the sky be dark, and the wind stands like a surging reef in the sea.

Liu Xing stared at the nimble dancing fingers from beginning to end, and found the flaws in them, and the ring finger of his right hand seemed to be a little stiff.

As everyone knows, there is only an instant in life and death!

This is not only a contest of martial arts, but also a contest of will, and will is the element of victory.

The nimble fingers turned into lightning arcs, as if the stars were changing and unpredictable.

But the mountains shook the earth.

Everything just happened between the electric and flint.

Suddenly, the "Ruthless Swordsman" swept through the air like a meteor, as if inadvertently wielding a sword, and the brilliance was dazzling.

The man and the sword are one, the man follows the sword, and the sword moves at will.

A string breaks.

The Dust Piano Saint's fingers fell short, and he was not able to complete the last note.

The "Ruthless Swordsman" is a step ahead of the curve and has taken the lead to destroy the necessary vocal range.

People float in the air, swords move at will, except for ruthless swordsmen, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a good one.

Chen Feng thought of the friendship sword under the merciful sword and stabbed his arm, and it was incredible that Liu Xing actually moved his left chest to receive the sword.

Chen Feng retracted his sword quickly, and it seemed that he had never taken out his sword, and it seemed to be standing still.

"Wind and Dust Qin Saint" An Zhiruosu, his pupils quickly swept a trace of consternation, there is such a fast sword in the world!

Outsiders can't tell who wins and who loses.

The ruthless swordsman's face showed a hint of gloom.

"Why are you like that?"

"Guilt is like a mountain, who knows my heart, who knows my heart? Ma Shiying ransacked Taoyuan and forced me to come out again. ”

The Ruthless Swordsman felt a hint of relief, "I know I didn't see the wrong person. ”

Wind and Dust Qin Sheng's eyes showed tiredness and sadness, and a vein of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and the blood gradually stained a large area of his chest red.

A clear and frightened voice suddenly came from the forest: "Liu Xing, what's wrong with you?"