Jiang Shaoyun smiled: "I thought about this matter for a long time before I understood, I always thought that Duan Shiyu was your sister." But I didn't expect that a Chu Xuehai could make you so nervous. ”

At this time, Shen Yanfei's face was really like ashes, his whole body stiffened, and he actually felt that his donkey skills were poor.

"I'm already a dying person, Yan Fei, the blow under the black stone cliff is deadly enough, and when I meet Xie Jun and a horizontal bar, time is running out. When I made an appointment with you, if I had made a wish for you, you would have come under my door. Now I have fulfilled most of your wishes for you. This last one will be returned to your Song family soon. Jiang Shaoyun compared his heart, and changed the topic sharply: "However, you are no longer Song Ziyin." If you are ruthless, no one is better than you now. He looked at the bowl of medicine as if he were looking at the end of his fate.

Shen Yanfei's face flashed with horror, and he blinked and calmed down like water: "I thought that I would turn back into Song Ziyin one day, but when I saw the faces of those people in the Beacon Fire Ridge, I realized that it didn't matter whether Song Ziyin was here or not. Only the strongest can survive in this river and lake - I also want to taste the taste of living on the top of the rivers and lakes. ”

"Yes, you'll be able to taste it right away. Jiang Shaoyun handed over a volume of booklets, with four words on it: "Pear Flower Sword Technique." ”

Just as Shen Yanfei took the booklet and looked through it, Jiang Shaoyun had already drunk the medicine in the bowl in one go.

Yan Fei silently stared at the extraordinarily old white shadow, and a trace of imperceptible cruelty flashed between his eyes. The brow that he couldn't untwist just now suddenly relaxed, as if even he didn't expect things to be so easy.

"The Feather Sword Sect, I underestimated it after all. Jiang Shaoyun sighed, and felt that his heart was unbearable, "You, I underestimated ...... too" He seemed to try his best to maintain his composure, however, the more intense pain hit, and he didn't have time to struggle a few times, and he couldn't catch his breath. He turned back to Tang Yafu's ice bed, but he fell to the ground weakly, his eyes condensed with a dark unwillingness, and then the light faded little by little, and in her direction, it froze into a confused gray mist. It was like a shrunken skeleton wrapped in white cloth.

Shen Yanfei snorted and laughed three times, and burned the pear blossom sword trick with his hand: "My father-in-law is old, and he is in his last years, so he should accompany his lover to live forever in this ice tomb." I'll leave the rest to the disciples. There is no need for a pear flower sword in the world, there is an iron dust trick, which is enough. The light of the torch reflected a calm face - joy and anger were invisible, which was exactly what Jiang Shaoyun taught him.

The stone gate creaked and closed behind him, cutting off the last trace of fireworks to the world, and also burying the Song Ziyin in his heart.

The sky on the south shore was as dazzling and warm as fire, and in the snap of a finger, dazzling light flashed. Then the moon and the stars disappeared, and the long darkness soaked the night. The indescribable purple aura gathered into a cloud, and then scattered in all directions.

Qin Xiao stared at the other side of the river platform for a long time and asked, "Is there any news over there?"

No one answered, and Qin Shi only cared about plucking the strings, and the crisp sound was like a hollow valley chime, and like an autumn rain bell, and there was no indescribable loneliness.

The distant and long bells cannot be cut off if they are absent, and they have paved the background of a cool night in the sky. The bell is not like the scattering of idle clouds and wild cranes, nor is it as flustered and hasty as the vigilance, only stepping on a fixed step point, ringing one after another, thick but not intense, distant but not soft.

Qin Shi fixed his ears, it should be that they are remembering Feng Ruohan's predecessors. The white carrier pigeons also rose from there, coming like clouds, going like electricity, dotted with stars, and scattered to the four fields. One of them actually skimmed over his head and landed at his feet.

"It's going to change on the South Shore. Qin Xiao sighed softly and glanced at the pigeon. The dove cooed and cooed endlessly at his feet. Qin Shi leaned over to catch the pigeon, took off the letter tube tied to the pigeon's claws, and the pigeon fluttered towards the rolling waves of the long river and disappeared. He pulled out the thin piece of paper in the letter tube, the note still in his palm, and he could hear the footsteps behind him. Zhang Xun came to visit with Lin Liguo.

Lin Liguo brought some news: the leader of the South Bank Alliance has changed-the Feather Sword Sect unanimously announced to the outside world that Chu Tao was riddled with injuries and was determined to go into hiding. However, the voice within the Feather Chasing Sword Sect came out, and Chu Tao had been plotted by the white-clothed holy envoy and was no longer alive. Leng Fengyi can prove this - after she returned, she isolated herself from the world, and people said that she played the piano every day, or to remember Chu Tao.

The corners of Qin Xiao's mouth trembled slightly, the cigarette stick trembled in his hand, he slowly knocked away the cigarette ash, calmed down, and sighed for a long time: "It's also a hero." ”

Qin Shi handed the note in his hand to his father in disbelief. It is a feather sword to send a letter to the same people in the rivers and lakes. Qin Xiao lowered his head and stared at the thin piece of paper in his hand, suddenly twisted his eyebrows, and shook it fiercely, and the ball of paper immediately shattered in the palm of his hand.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Qin Shi suddenly shouted hysterically.

"Shi'er!" Qin Xiao's always cold and calm voice actually trembled, "The sky on the south bank seems to be really changing. ”

A cracking sound sounded in his head, and he could only stare blankly at the smoky purple sky on the south shore. The sound of the waves swallowed everything: the lights of the ship, the ghostly shadow of the pigeon, but Chu Tao's shadow was still there, blending with the vague outline of the black stone cliff.

Tears, involuntarily slid down. There was an awkward silence, and the cold wind seemed to freeze the air there. At the bottom of my heart, I was tragically emptied. Qin Shi staggered and leaned on the railing, unable to support his body, as if a gust of wind could be blown away. He deeply remembered that Chu Tao said that one day, there was no place for Jiang Shaoyun in the rivers and lakes, so he would hand over his authority, retire to thank the guests, and send his affection to the mountains and rivers. But it is unthinkable that a word will become a farewell. The chess in Wangjiangtai meets the opponent, and the sound of the piano is harmonious, and there will be no more from now on.

"There are many rangers on the south coast, what would be the situation without his checks and balances?" Qin Xiao asked Zhang Xun.

"It's time for everyone to listen to the voice of the Qin family. Zhang Xun shook the dust in his hand and smiled faintly.

Qin Shi waved his sleeves angrily and turned around. Qin Xiao jumped behind his back and scolded angrily, and he didn't want to listen to it anymore.

Leaf whistle. Sharp and poignant, like a broken mountain, the blade cut a hole in the dark night, and the tears of the night, the blood of the night, and the wail of the night, stirred in the long river of crimson. Qin Shi remembered Chu Tao's sigh when he crossed the river: This is not a river, this is a river that has flowed for hundreds of years, collided for hundreds of years, and precipitated hatred and resentment for hundreds of years. If he could transcend time, he would have replied, "That's not hatred, it's just an excuse made by selfish people for fame and fortune." ”

Xie Junhe stood at the highest eaves corner of Wangjiang Terrace, with the moonlight on his back, reflecting a faint shadow that was too thin on the ground.

Qin Shi didn't know how he got up, let alone what he was doing standing there, until he jumped down and returned to Qin Shi's side lightly: "There is no need to say bad news, I'm not in the mood to hear it." For the purpose of appeasing the grievances of the Blood Ghost Hall, Qin Xiao has never dared to reconcile Xie Jun with him, so the old Iron Pavilion in Wangjiangtai is still his safe place. But since returning to the North Shore, he has reverted to his old temper, like a fried-haired monster who cares no one. The blood ghosts didn't want to come to see him openly, so they had to secretly ask Qin Dashao to bring him the wine from Huayue Tower.

But he never drank again.

"There's bad news you need to know. Qin Shi unfolded his palm, it was exactly the same note in Zhang and Qin Xiao's hands - this night, the carrier pigeon hated to pass the news to the Jianghu people in every corner: "That is the statement of the Feather Sword Sect, and the news of the night owl is that he is gone." ”

Xie Junhe obviously shuddered and took a step back. The news of the night owl has never gone wrong, this is Lin Liguo's ability to peel off the cocoon, and he has already understood it.

"Do you hear me, the bell on the south bank, it rang all night......"

Xie Junhe stared at the note in Qin Shi's hand for a long time and didn't answer. The bell still reverberates, far away, long. Suddenly, there was a muffled snort, and Qin Shi couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. "Sooner or later, there will be this day. The voice was unexpectedly cold.

"You...... Expected?"

Xie Junhe played with the blade in his hand, carelessly: "His injury has long been incurable, but he has been carrying it hard, and every day is just a day - just like fighting against Konoha and Jiang Shaoyun for a while, even if there is no hope of winning, there is still a breath, he will not admit defeat." After following him for so many years, I was probably used to it, and I always thought that he could still bear it. Before I came to the North Shore, he promised to wait for me to go back and do it, but as far as the aftermath of the incident, he never intended to wait for the North Shore assistance. "He seemed to be just saying something commonplace.

"It is said that it is because of the conspiracy of the white-clothed holy envoy......"

Jun He suddenly sneered: "What kind of thing is that!"

Qin Shi was puzzled.

"He's tired. ”

A heavy sigh brings a long silence.

"Take a break, it's fine. Xie Junhe's tone was as if he didn't believe that Chu Tao had passed away. It seems that Chu Tao can easily cross life and death, and he will come back at any time, still fighting side by side with him.

Qin Shi said loudly: "Zhao Haijun sent a letter saying that the warriors of the barbarian tribes in the Northland had gathered and took advantage of Jiang Shaoyun's chaos to create some storms. Tomorrow I will invite myself to the snowy land, would you like to come with me?"

Xie Junhe didn't seem to hear it at all, maybe he just thought Qin Shi was telling a joke. The son of the Qin family, how could he be willing to fall into self-exile?

"I don't want to be by the river anymore. I don't understand what my father meant. Or Zhao Haijun understands better. I know you wouldn't want to stay here either. In his father's mind, the real hall master of the Blood Ghost Hall can only be Li Luo. And on the South Shore, you won't be able to go back for a while. ”

What's more, he was able to gain a firm foothold when he crossed the river to betray the Qin family, partly because of Chu Tao's toughness. Now, it's a long-term perspective. Maybe once he goes back at this moment, he just gives an excuse to level the opponent - the south bank, which has just experienced life and death, can no longer afford to collide like that.

"That's it. "Qin Shi originally wanted to find someone to confide in the stone in his heart, but he found the wrong person.

"Give me three days to think about it. Xie Junhe hurriedly turned around, but he didn't have time to hide his choked voice.

"There's no hurry. ”

"Three days, that's enough. He hurriedly hid in his own iron pavilion and slammed the door.