The two people in front of them, Fu Yunge and Lang Chenyan, had already carefully disguised themselves. Lang Chenyan's face seemed to be smeared with soot, and his shabby clothes were replaced by a simple wind robe. The rusty knife was hidden behind him, and a slender narrow knife hung on his waist.
Fu Yunge's outfit matched that of Lang Chenyan, making him look like a servant of Lang Chenyan.
"This is the legendary 'Black Rain Swordsman'. He is really majestic and heroic." Dongfang Shiming looked at them and said with a smile.
Fu Yunge tugged at the clothes on his body and smiled: "It's really good. I can enjoy the limelight of the great swordsman. I am a tea boy and it is not a loss."
A dull wind blew over me, and the flagpole in front of the door creaked.
"This meeting is indeed too short." Dongfang Shiming stepped forward and extended his fist deeply, "When you come back after your work is done, we will have a good reunion. This time, I won't allow you to miss the promise again."
Fu Yunge looked at his outstretched fist, the expression on his face was like the spring breeze that had taken away the chill.
"Okay. I promise you."
He also clenched his fist, slowly raised it, and struck Dongfang Shiming's fist with a "pop" sound.
Bai Hao followed Dongfang Shiming, looking at the two of them, she was very envious of Dongfang Shiming.
It turns out that her future husband is really as brave and resourceful as the rumors said, and he is also gentle, kind and values feelings. Bai Hao looked at the resolute backs of the two people and saw that this was the most tacit and unbroken trust between them.
The others also said goodbye to the two of them. Poinsettia walked last, and he stood in front of Fu Yunge. After thinking for a while, he slowly stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.
"Qi Shake Yunguan, you have to master the key." His tone was very soft, but he could hear the obvious concern, "And that thing, use it at the right time. As a teacher... I ask you not to risk your life anymore. "
Fu Yunge looked at Poinsettia's pupils, and his own image was reflected in them. He sniffed and felt a little moved again.
"Master, I understand." He lowered his head, his tone full of sincerity, "Disciple Fu Yunge will definitely live up to his master's orders and return in triumph."
Lang Chenyan looked at them, as if the appearance of Jian Chengfeng from back then appeared before his eyes.
"Wolf Knife..." Poinsettia turned her attention to him again, "I wish you a smooth return."
Lang Chenyan suddenly came back to his senses when he heard him talking to him.
He nodded hesitantly and thanked her. After saying goodbye to everyone, they were about to start this new game.
Turning around, Fu Yunge and Lang Chenyan walked slowly out of the valley together.
Facing the sound of the wind, my eyes were filled with clouds.
Fu Yunge looked at the road ahead, which stretched beneath his feet. He knew that the road he had traveled was not so long, nor would it be this long. The scene when he came was full of prosperity and desolation. Although the journey was difficult, he would continue to walk on this road without hesitation.
Thinking about it, the pent-up pride in his chest suddenly escaped. A random sentence may turn into a poem without intending it.
"...The yellow clouds are rising from the sky, and the crossroads have not smoothed out the sea. One step in the rivers and lakes will not return home, wearing armor and dancing with swords will cause chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period."
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Outside the Qiongtian Palace, there were dark clouds and the sound of wind.
Outside the defense of the three religions, rows of dark camps were still stationed. There are Jiuche Xiaoying inside, and there are also villains who come for that wish, a mixture of good and bad, and so on.
Inside the tent, there is a solitary lamp with Xi Zishi, and the oily yellow color rolls on the lacquered wood tabletop, like uneasy fireflies.
It was dark all around, and Xi Zishi's eyes were a little tired.
The delay in fighting in front of him was nothing, but the legendary Black Rain Swordsman caused him a lot of doubts.
These days, the rumors are getting stronger. Even in his camp, it had a negative impact of dispersion.
The mysterious Black Rain Swordsman, his powerful and winning ability, and his strange and unknown purpose gave them all very bad predictions.
In the minds of those who want to exchange meteorite iron for their wishes, this undoubtedly breaks their expectations. For the soldiers of Jiuche Xiaoying, the entry of such an expert into the battle is likely to bring immeasurable variables to their organization.
And he, as the biggest hidden coach, must make a decision in time.
"Alas..."
After thinking for a long time, he put his hands behind his head and shook his head helplessly.
His mind was as chaotic as a pot of porridge, and every time he wanted to think, it would always involve more concerns. He knew that he was too impatient. Calculating the time, the Black Rain Swordsman should be coming soon, so he had to calm down as soon as possible.
Walking straight out of the tent, he looked up at the dusk sky. The confused wind was blowing dust all over the sky, making it look dark and confused.
The blowing wind carried a chill, and he shrank his neck, but his mind was much calmer.
Suddenly, he seemed to feel a bright spark of lightning flash through his mind.
That's right. Since he couldn't bear the worst consequences, he should at least handle the best possible consequences.
There is no time now. He must act quickly to strike first.
Suddenly, after thinking in reverse, his thoughts suddenly became clear.
Having made up his mind, he immediately turned around and walked quickly into the tent.
Not far from the front line, the core area where everyone was fighting, Qiongtian Temple, fell into boundless silence in the chaos of nightfall.
