In another room, Lang Chenyan was leaning on the table alone with complicated eyes. In front of the table were two of his swords, a rusty broken sword, and a narrow blade from the "Black Rain Swordsman".
He looked at the sharp edges of the two knives, shining with crystal light. The sight of that old temple always lingered in front of his eyes, making him feel more and more heartache.
At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.
The clear voice interrupted his thoughts. Lang Chenyan stood up and stepped forward to open the door for Fu Yunge.
He was not surprised that it was Fu Yunge. After opening the door, he turned back and sat on the stool as quietly as before.
After Fu Yunge entered the door, he looked around slightly and saw two knives on the table. The rust stains were so dazzling that they looked like fangs made of solidified blood.
Lang Chenyan had no intention of taking the initiative to explain to Fu Yunge. Although he was not ignorant of Fu Yunge's difficulties, the old temple in front of him was about to be destroyed, and he was not in the mood to think about it.
Fu Yunge soon felt that the atmosphere was a little stiff. After a little thought, he decided to start from the outside:
"Senior, your sword is so worn out, why do you insist on using it all the time?"
Seeing that Lang Chenyan had been paying attention to his blade, Fu Yunge knew that he might be able to use this as a knot to untie Lang Chenyan's heart.
As expected. When Lang Chenyan heard Fu Yunge's question, he quickly raised his head:
"This knife is called the 'Lone Wolf Way'."
This was the first time Fu Yunge heard the name of Xiudao, and he felt a little strange: "Lone Wolf Road?"
There was now a faint light flashing in Lang Chenyan's pale eyes. His calloused fingers gently rubbed against the red rust of the blade, making a rustling sound.
"The cast iron of this knife is precious iron from the ice and rocks of the snow peaks." Lang Chenyan looked at it like a parent looking at their children lovingly, "The Wolf knife drinks blood and is unyielding. Even if it is following me now Same, old, but still sharp.”
"It's called Lone Wolf Path. But its original name only had the word "Wolf Path."
When Lang Chenyan said this, he suddenly fell silent. Although he didn't make a sound, Fu Yunge still seemed to hear a heavy sigh.
"Is it for...a memorial ceremony?" Fu Yunge asked tentatively.
The green mountains outside the window are already dimmed by the soft light. Lang Chenyan stood up slowly, his body seemed to be carrying a hundred kilograms of burden, making it difficult to breathe.
"Some people just can't go to the end." Lang Chenyan suddenly said seriously, "There are some people with whom you want to go to the end. There are also people with whom you think you can go to the end. But in the end, only one person came down."
Listening to his words, Fu Yunge seemed to feel an indescribable weight from them. Just like facing the sand wall at that time, a smell of wind and dust hit his face, making him feel extremely depressed.
Lang Chenyan said this, undoubtedly in memory of his old friend. In the past, the Tianjiang Five Swordsman was famous all over the world, but now it has fallen apart and fallen into such a state of decline. The world is so ups and downs that anyone who sees it will be deeply moved.
"The old temple may contain important memories of our seniors." Fu Yunge took in Lang Chenyan's emotions and felt much calmer.
Lang Chenyan nodded: "Yes."
Fu Yunge didn't expect Lang Chenyan to tell his memories. It was no longer simple for him to say that.
All in all, the old temple was determined to be preserved by Lang Chenyan. Knowing that Lang Chenyan would never give in again, Fu Yunge decided to figure out the rest by himself.
After lunch, he ran out early.
Walking down the street, there was nothing to inspire him. Fu Yunge decided to find Ju Buzheng first and then discuss it with him.
He rushed back to the old temple and found that no one was there. Although we don't know where they were stationed, looking at the traces on the ground, they should have gone west soon.
After a pause, Fu Yunge clenched his fists and quickly ran towards the west.
On the western edge of Yuannan Shuigao, outside a restaurant, there were several horses with saddles parked. There was a lot of noise in the restaurant. It was Ju Buzheng and others gathering together to eat.
This time it was a rare big move for them to plan, and everyone was very excited. If we can take this opportunity to eradicate Jiuche Xiaoying in Pianhuawu and along the river, it will be equivalent to strangulating the throat of Jiuche Xiaoying upstream and downstream.
Jin Jifengjian sent them a letter, telling them to be absolutely sure. If the fish that slipped through the net were let go this time, it would probably cause countermeasures to their actions.
Ju Buzheng and others knew the importance of the task, so they did not dare to let down their vigilance and stayed on guard, waiting for a fierce battle tomorrow night.
The restaurant owner is also a member of Weishan Yanglan. Their organization has now penetrated into various places and gathered many people with lofty ideals. They firmly believe that sooner or later, the flames of the stars will become a prairie fire, burning all the Jiuche Xiaoying.
Everyone knew the plan so well that they needed no words now. Just chatting here and there, chatting about everything.
"Today's Qiongtian Palace master is really weird." The young man just now still criticized Lang Chenyan.
The next person nodded and said, "That's right. It doesn't look like an expert at all. It's just like a piece of wood."
"In the end, he didn't say why he didn't let us touch the old temple." Another person echoed, "He can't even speak. It's really funny."
Ju Buzheng was shaking his wine glass and drinking, and his face changed slightly when he heard them talking about "Ximen Hidden Sword" behind his back.
