When Master Mingzhi saw this, he shouted loudly: "What are you chasing him for? Can you defeat him alone?"
Guhuai knew he couldn't win, so he glanced into the woods reluctantly and stepped back. Seeing that the faces of the three people around Feng Wanli were covered with black cloth, which was extremely annoying, he was unhappy and shouted angrily: "Feng Wanli, who are the three people around you? If you want to survive, let them show their true colors quickly."
Although Feng Wanli and Gu Huai had no intersection, they had always heard that Gu Huai valued justice over life and hated evil as much as hatred.
Nowadays, righteousness is moving toward Yang, and evil energy is moving toward Yin. It is when Yang is rising and Yin is declining, and the boundaries between good and evil must be clearly defined. After listening to Gu Huai's words, in order to eliminate the hostility between the three of them, he persuaded them with good words: "Junior brother, Zhao Mingxiu wears a mask and seems to be deceiving the world, but in fact he is deceiving himself. You have made a clear break with him. Boundary, because I don’t agree with his way of life, and I hate that his face is covered with black cloth.”
The words make sense, and beef is worthy of the ancestors.
Liu Zhongtian's sword-holding hand has become useless to his master Zhao Mingxiu. If he doesn't take off the black cloth on his face, he will no longer be a human being, so there is no need to live. He quickly listened to Feng Wanli's words, reacted quickly, took off the black cloth on his face, and made his stance clear. The other two people weighed the pros and cons, quickly followed suit, made their stance clear, and hoped for the best.
No one knows that the three of them really can't do good things. It's better to leave a line of favor and meet each other next time, so they no longer pay attention to the three of them.
Jiang Yulang knelt in front of Wu Zhiwei's body and cried, as if the scar had healed and he had forgotten the pain, which made everyone feel uncomfortable when they saw him. Master Mingzhi said softly: "For an evil ghost who has been dead for more than twenty years, just shed a few tears. There is no need to grieve for him."
After hearing this, Jiang Yulang felt that his words and deeds were wrong. He kowtowed to Wu Zhiwei's body several times, got up with the body in his arms, walked out of the ruined temple, put the body on the horse's back, got on the horse, and ran towards Zhengyi Villa. He thought to himself that Wu Zhi had done many evil things and tarnished the reputation of the Feihe Sect, so he had to use his death to wipe away the stain on the Feihe Sect's face.
Seeing this, Zhang Fengxiang and other eight people quickly came out of the temple to destroy the temple, mounted their horses and whipped away.
Xie Mubai and Feng Wanli had interacted with each other before, so they knew that this man was not a villain. In the past, his behavior had not given people much favor, just because he couldn't help himself in Biluo Lake. So he kindly invited him to go to Zhengyi Villa to recuperate, and by the way, he could show off his talents at the martial arts conference and establish the image he should have. In the future, he would wander around the world and not be ostracized by the righteous people.
Feng Wanli saw that Liu Zhongtian was seriously injured and was almost a disabled person and needed care, so he politely rejected Xie Mubai's kindness. He sent Xie Mubai and the other four people out of the ruined temple. After seeing the four people riding away on horseback, he turned around and stepped into the ruined temple, thinking of escorting Liu Zhongtian, who was seriously injured, back to Biluo Lake.
After entering the ruined temple, the three junior brothers saw him approaching with different expressions. Liu Zhongtian, the fourth child sitting on the ground, shook his head slightly, but the fifth and sixth child greeted him with a sweet smile.
Feng Wanli didn't notice Liu Zhongtian's abnormality, and walked over happily and said: "Junior brother, let's spend the night here tonight and go out to buy some food for brother." He walked to Liu Zhongtian's side , squatting down to help Liu Zhongtian, trying to find a comfortable place for him to sit.
Lao Wu stood behind Feng Wanli and said loudly: "Okay, then we have the second senior brother Lao." As he spoke, he slowly unsheathed his sword and struck Feng Wanli's back with lightning speed. Come quickly.
Liu Zhongtian got up, saw him, and instantly used his strength to knock Feng Wanli away, but Ma Qianqiu stabbed him in the stomach with his sword.
Feng Wanli stood firm, drew his sword out of its sheath, and shouted angrily: "Ma Qianqiu, why are you doing this?"
Seeing that he missed his sword, Ma Qianqiu asked himself whether he was Feng Wanli's opponent, and shouted at Lao Liu: "Lao Liu, don't do it yet."
Lao Liu replied: "Fifth Senior Brother, if you want to settle your personal grudges with Second Senior Brother, that is your business."
Ma Qianqiu shouted angrily: "Niu Wanshi, you villain." He stabbed Feng Wanli with a fierce sword.
Feng Wanli was about to greet him, but found that his arms were in severe pain, so he had to dodge sideways, allowing Ma Qianqiu to pass by with his sword.
Ma Qianqiu missed a hit with his sword, and was about to turn around and fight again, but found that the sword in his chest was caused by Lao Liuniu Wanshi. In anger, he stabbed Niu Wansi with his sword. Niu Wansi drew his sword and jumped back, stabbing the air with his sword. He knelt on one knee with his sword stuck in the ground and asked in confusion: "Why is this? Why are you like this?" "
Niu Wansi shouted angrily: "You beast, you dare to ignore the friendship between the master and the family for your own selfish desires, and you still have the nerve to ask why."
Seeing that Ma Qianqiu would not survive, Feng Wanli rushed to Liu Zhongtian, hugged him, and swallowed with tears: "In fact, you and I have no friendship. I promised to send you back to Biluo Lake, but I just didn't want to I just saw the disciples of Biluo Lake being bullied outside, there is really no need for you to take this sword for me, it’s really not worth it.”
Liu Zhongtian's eyes were filled with tears, and he said with all his strength: "Brother, I, Liu Zhongtian, as a disciple of Biluo Lake, never thought that... the disciples of Biluo Lake would fall like this. Looking at the disciples of Biluo Lake, there is no one who can maintain Biluo Lake...You are the only one who has been spared from the disaster. I think that keeping you alive is just to keep the master alive, that's all. There is nothing worth it...You have to...You have to... .Be careful...ah!..." The voice became smaller and smaller, slower and weaker, and as soon as I closed my eyes, two tears rolled out, saying this all my life.
Feng Wanli was filled with pain. When he turned to look at the damn Ma Qianqiu, he saw Niu Wanshi stabbing him with a sword. The tip of the sword flashed with ruthlessness and lust. He hurriedly let go of Liu Zhongtian's body, picked up the sword on the ground, did a somersault backwards, avoided the sword stab, stood up quickly, and asked in confusion: "Since you killed Ma Qianqiu, why do you want to kill Ma Qianqiu?" in this way?"
Niu Wansi missed his first blow and would miss again. He knelt down and begged for mercy: "Second senior brother, junior brother was haunted by ghosts and lost his head, so he made such a stupid move. Please forgive me! Please forgive me!" ..." While shouting "Please forgive me!", he kowtowed violently, as if Feng Wanli could break the earth if he didn't agree to his request.
Feng Wanli looked at the corpses of the three junior brothers on the ground and said unbearably: "You can go, the friendship between the sect and the sect is over."
Niu Wansi was overjoyed, kowtowed three more times, and got up. Just as he was about to turn around and go away, he saw Feng Wanli bending down towards Liu Zhongtian's body with a sideways glance. He quickly stabbed him with his sword, with a smile on his face and full of fun. It seemed that if he killed Feng Wanli, he would become the best in the world. It's none other than him.
Liu Zhongtian wants him, Feng Wanli, to be careful until he dies. If he, Feng Wanli, is not careful, Liu Zhongtian's death will be in vain.
Knocking on the mountain shakes the tiger against the fierce tiger, luring the snake out of its hole against the poisonous snake.
I saw Feng Wanli on one side of his body, piercing Niu Wansi's waist with his backhand sword, standing up and kicking Niu Wanshi away a foot, and said viciously: "You are a poisonous snake that has emerged from the grass, and you still want to bite it without restraint. Man, you really think that all the good-hearted people in the world are hopelessly stupid!"
Niu Wanshi got up, pressing his belly, and rushed towards Feng Wanli while yelling. He slashed with his sword and grabbed randomly with his hands. It was unruly, unorganized, and a complete mess. But the momentum is so powerful that it is like a crazy tiger that will lose all its power when it is about to die. The tiger is like a wind.
Feng Wanli was injured, and the pain was excruciating when he exerted force on his hands. He really didn't dare to fight Niu Wanshi, so he had to dodge, dodge, and dodge, thinking that he could delay it for a moment. Anyway, Niu Wanshi's stomach was torn apart, and after all, it was... Can't survive.
Niu Wansi danced wildly, and as blood flowed all over the ground, he collapsed to the ground after exhaustion of strength, just like the scene after a pig was stabbed. His whole body twitched a few times, his limbs twitched a few times, and he soon hugged him The dream of being the best in the world calmed down, and his eyes were fixed on the sky, refusing to close his eyes.
Looking at the corpses of the four junior brothers on the ground, Feng Wanli was filled with grief. He looked up to the sky and screamed, "Zhao Mingxiu, you devil." After that, he collapsed on the ground, holding his head and crying loudly. His cry penetrated the forest. , like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Fortunately, the sun has set and there are no traces of pedestrians around the wilderness. It is not really capable of scaring half a timid person to death.
After Feng Wanli vented his hatred, wiped away his tears, he used his sword to dig a big pit in the mountain behind the ruined temple, buried the four junior brothers together, and erected a stone tablet in front of the mound. He used his sword to carve the words "Bi Luo Lake" With the thirteen characters "The Tomb of the Eternal Sun", he said to the tombstone: "Junior brother, you can rest assured. As long as I, Feng Wanli, live, Biluo Lake will still be the Biluo Lake of the past, and it will still be a holy land of martial arts, but there is no need for a 'martial arts saint' anymore." That’s all.”
The tombstone was silent, as if what Feng Wanli said was just wishful thinking on his part, and whether it could be realized or not would have to be answered by the world.
Feng Wanli didn't bother to argue with a dead and silent tomb, competing with each other.
I thought that they were powerless before death, and they would be powerless and powerless after death. If they were willing to understand me and believe me, there would be no need to secretly attack me, let alone fight against me. He smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It seems that in this world, sometimes, some people seem not to fight, but they often fight to the end and have the last laugh."
With an idea coming to his mind, he clasped his fists in front of the tombstone and said, "Junior brother, just have a good sleep here. When the winners and losers are determined between good and evil in the world, even if I don't come to take you back to Biluo Lake, I will entrust someone to come." Don't worry, I'll take you back to Biluo Lake." He turned around and stepped out of the forest, striding towards Zhengyi Villa.
In order to forget all the pain in the past and abandon all the troubles in the past, I turned my feelings about the future into words and sang: "The mountains are better when the clouds come, the mountains are more picturesque when the clouds go, the mountains are dim because of the clouds, and the clouds are high and low. Rely on standing Yunsha, looking back at the mountain home, wild deer sleep in the mountain grass, and mountain apes play with wild flowers. Yunxia, my love for the mountains is priceless. When I look at it and walk on it, Yunshan also loves us."
By the way, Zhao Mingxiu soared to the sky and became a martial arts saint. It can be said that he has traveled thousands of miles and is at the peak of his career. But he shouldn't think about letting future generations inherit this reputation for generations to come. You must know that gain is accidental and loss is inevitable, then everyone can become the best in the world. In terms of fame and fortune, wouldn't it be more casual to do as one pleases?
