"This is your excuse for massacring dozens of lives on Sword Peak. What have you done for the sake of illusory eternal life?"
"And you, the ancestor of the Ye family of Jiange, not only killed your fellow disciples in order to live forever, but also used their blood to sacrifice to the true spirits. Do you think they are true gods?"
Ding Xiaoyi became more and more excited as he talked. He pointed at the old man in green and cursed.
What a true spirit?
What fairy?
What god?
All this is just a scam under a gorgeous cloak.
Are there immortals in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm? Are there gods above the sky?
Is there eternal life in the vast star field?
No,
These are nothing but self-deception.
He didn't understand why a sword cultivator who had lived for thousands of years believed this.
He sacrificed the blood of his fellow disciples and turned the sword pavilion into a purgatory on earth.
Just for eternal life,
Where is the true spirit, where is God?
Ding Xiaoyi angrily scolded Ye Jiantang, Feng Lingfeng and others.
"And you, do you think this ancestor of the Ye family will help you restore your appearance? Do you think you can get the true soul by slaughtering such innocent lives? Any help?"
"You are too naive. True spirits may exist in this world, but it is not what you call true spirits that can help you. True spirits may be the culprits that destroy this world."
Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyes and roared at Jingfeng Jianyue and his wife.
Jingfeng Jianyue and his wife looked shocked.
There were hideous scars on their faces.
The dark red scars were like squirming earthworms, which looked particularly scary.
Both of them had expressions of shame on their faces,
The corners of their mouths moved, but no words came out.
"Although Ye Heng is hateful, you massacred dozens of disciples from Sword Peak to avenge your own personal revenge. How are you different from Ye Heng?"
Ding Xiaoyi was furious. He pointed at Jingfeng Jianyue and his wife and scolded them.
now,
Only then did he know the whole story. Jingfeng Jianyue, his wife and Feng Lingfeng were the real culprits who killed the disciples of Sword Peak.
He had always ignored Feng Lingfeng and Jingfeng Jianyue.
He didn't think they had any motive, but he was wrong.
"Ding Xiaoyi, you are indeed very smart, but don't you know what consequences your smartness will bring to you?"
The old man in green stirred up a unique domain power all over his body, and that unique domain power imprisoned the surrounding area.
This kind of domain power is also called the power of the sword domain.
Once you understand the sword domain, you can command thousands of swords.
"Senior Ye, do you think this junior is not prepared in any way?"
Ding Xiaoyi smiled casually, and then looked at the old man in green without fear.
His right hand was already holding the delicate little sword Han Yuexing gave him.
The sword power in the small sword turned into the force of a rushing river and flowed around him.
He felt a force that did not belong to him surge up like a torrent. This sword power could destroy both the sky and the earth.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a monster disciple in the sword pavilion!"
Ye Jiantang's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Ding Xiao fearfully.
The delicate little sword that B tightly clasped in his hand.
"Senior Ye, you have lived for so long, you should have decayed long ago. Even the real spirit can't save you."
Ding Xiaoyi was filled with strong self-confidence, and he mocked the ancestor of the Ye family.
Lao Jiu was at a loss as he carried the pots of red ant spring, whether to put them in or not.
The atmosphere at the scene was already tense.
The powerful domain force surged out, confining all the surrounding space.
The commoner boy remained motionless like the mainstay in the huge waves.
in this way
He was impressed by the heroic and handsome young man.
at last,
Lao Jiu broke through the confinement of the domain power,
He placed several pots of red ant spring in his hand on the oil-stained table.
"After drinking this wine, our grudges were cleared, and we became friends from now on."
Ding Xiaoyi threw his hand and two bottles of wine fell in front of Jingfeng Jianyue and his wife.
He slapped his hand back, and a bottle of wine fell in front of Feng Lingfeng.
"Senior, let's have a drink too. After finishing this bottle of wine we are ready to go."
[In view of the general environment,
Ding Xiaoyi raised his cold eyes,
With a flick of his fingers, a bottle of wine fell steadily in front of Ye Jiantang.
"This cup is dedicated to the founder of Jiange."
Ding Xiaoyi filled a glass, raised the glass high and bowed toward the void.
The wine in the glass sloshed down.
The ancestor of the Ye family just looked at Ding Xiaoyi coldly,
He remained calm, but his eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"This is a toast to the heroic spirits of Sword Weapon Peak!"
Ding Xiaoyi poured another cup and said solemnly.
The wine flows out of the cup,
The crystal clear wine turned into dots of jade light in the air, and the droplets of wine stayed in the air for a long time and refused to fall.
As if being pulled by some mysterious force.
Seeing this strange scene in front of them, Feng Lingfeng and Jingfeng Jianyue's expressions changed drastically.
They seemed to hear the roars of the Sword Peak disciples.
"This glass is for you."
Ding Xiaoyi's movements were consistent and he breathed out.
He refilled the empty cup and drank it in one gulp.
After completing this series of actions,
Ding Xiaoyi directly lifted the wine bottle in his hand and patted it.
The lid of the pot flew up, and he raised his head and drank the wine in the pot.
red ant spring,
Love is broken,
Turn around and it’s already the end of the world.
Silk lingering,
No regrets,
The mood of spring is like sorrow and grievances have been cleared, and a song of red ants is the most lovesick.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but sing a cappella while drinking, with a look of sadness on his face.
The small sword in his hand was beating in his palm, trying to break through his palm.
Ding Xiaoyi suppressed the violent sword intent because the wine in the jug had not yet completely entered his stomach.
A sigh is like the sorrow in the world of mortals,
A figure swept over from a distance, and a cold and stunning figure appeared in everyone's perception.
There was a complicated look in Situ Wushuang's eyes.
She looked at Feng Lingfeng, whose face was stiff, but she said nothing.
The fragrant wind brought with it a breath of cold frost,
Situ Mingshuang ignored the restraint of the sword domain and stepped into this simple wine shop.
"Master Situ, do you want to drink?"
Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows and said to the cold and beautiful woman.
"Have a pot, just think of it as seeing him off," Situ Mingshuang replied with a long sigh.
Lao Jiu had no choice but to turn around and enter the back hall again.
Situ Mingshuang looked at Feng Lingfeng with complicated eyes,
She spread her jade hands and suddenly found a jade pendant in her hand.
then,
Situ Mingshuang flipped his palm, and the jade pendant fell straight to the ground.
When Feng Lingfeng saw the jade pendant, his pupils shrank.
There was a complicated expression on his face.
When he saw Situ Mingshuang flipping his hand and the jade pendant falling straight down, he trembled slightly.
He wanted to catch the falling jade pendant
, but he finally gave up.
He watched the jade pendant fall from Situ Mingshuang's jade palm.
He was motionless, but there was a look of pain on his face.
A crisp sound of "pop" sounded,
The jade pendant fell to the ground and shattered, and the crystal jade light shone with a dazzling light that kept expanding in everyone's eyes.
A light blush appeared on Situ Mingshuang's face.
She looked at Feng Lingfeng, her eyes without any emotion.
immediately,
Situ Mingshuang stepped on his jade foot,
The jade feet stepped on the broken jade pendant, and a harsh clicking sound sounded.
Situ Mingshuang raised his jade feet, and the broken jade pendant had already turned into a puddle of powder.
at this time,
Lao Jiu had already arrived next to Situ Mingshuang with a bottle of wine in his arms.
He handed the bottle of wine in his hand to Situ Mingshuang, who raised her beautiful eyes and said "thank you".
After seeing Situ Mingshuang's extremely indifferent behavior, Feng Lingfeng's face began to turn gray.
His body couldn't help but tremble.
Feng Lingfeng's lips moved,
In the end, he didn't say a word, and now it was too late to say anything.
"Situ Mingshuang has met Senior Ye",
Situ Mingshuang held the wine bottle and said calmly to the old man in green. The old man in green just raised his eyes slightly.
"Xuanshuang Peak is happy to have you."
Ye Jiantang just replied lightly,
He didn't even move, just looked at it all coldly.
"This pot of wine honors the past and memories. The spring of red ants ends the world of mortals."
Situ Mingshuang held the wine bottle and started drinking.
The drink slid down her smooth, jade-like cheeks.
And there were also two lines of crystal clear tears flowing down from the corners of her eyes.
red ant spring,
Cut off the world of mortals,
The hardest thing to remember is old friends.
Suddenly an old friend passed through my heart, looking back on the mountains and rivers, it was already autumn.
A bottle of wine is reminiscence, and tears are also recollection.
Tears of beauty, wine in the cup,
How can a lover hurt someone.
