In Xiejiazhuang, an old and haggard woman walked through the quiet courtyard and walked up to the small building in the backyard.
Upstairs, Xie Wangsun stood silently in front of the wall, looking at the portraits on the wall.
What's the story in the portrait?
When the old woman looked at him, her eyes were immediately filled with concern, and anyone should be able to see their emotions.
"Who is the person in the painting?"
Xie Wangsun seemed to be immersed in the portrait and did not hear it.
The old woman asked again: "You have been looking at this portrait for seven years."
Xie Wangsun finally reacted, and with a long sigh, he murmured: "How could he still appear? More than two hundred years have passed, why is such a person still alive? Is the legend true?"
The old woman said: "Maybe they are just two people with the same appearance. Although there are few such people, there are many strange things in the world. This is not impossible."
Xie Wangsun said: "Even if the appearance is the same, the willful and arrogant attitude is also the same?"
The old woman asked, "Maybe it's really the same?"
Xie Wangsun sighed again: "I hope so too, but do you know how old the people in the painting are?"
Raising his eyes, his eyes fell on the man in the painting. He was really very young. If it weren't for the gray hair, he would still be in his twenties. She looked at the portrait and seemed a little afraid to guess.
Xie Wangsun said in a deep voice: "When Tianjun massacred the martial arts people in Xingyun Village, Xiao Li Tanhua had not yet retired, but the final battle on Mount Tai before Tianjun retired was already thirty years later... "
The old woman was surprised and said: "But the person in the painting can't be seen..."
Xie Wangsun smiled bitterly and said: "According to the records of the ancestors of the Xie family, during the battle on Mount Tai more than two hundred years ago, Tianjun was actually nearly a hundred years old. But his appearance was like that of a young man in his twenties."
The old woman said in disbelief: "Could it be a misinformation?"
Xie Wangsun shook his head and said: "Even if his age is wrong, from the time he appeared in the world to the time he disappeared, he has gone through thirty cold and heat years. His appearance has never changed in thirty years, but this matter will not happen." Wrong. Because not only the Xie family, but also the seven sects have records. And there was a rumor in the past that the Heavenly Lord will never grow old or die!"
The old woman didn't want to hear such rumors at all, but when she wanted to speak, she saw the poem: When I walked to Jiugai and Baguo, I lay down and watched the heaven and earth when my life span was over.
"Same appearance, similar temperament, and the legend that the Heavenly Lord is immortal... How could there be such a coincidence?"
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Looking at the sky, my mind is misty; I want the flowers to bloom and fall, and I want to see the clouds rolling and relaxing.
Ranran could not help but look at the white clouds in the sky, listen to the wind and smell the autumn colors.
Murong Qiudi has been following him, just like the other girl, looking at the back with unspeakable complexity in her eyes.
The sun is shining like fire, and the remaining warmth of autumn is still there.
After a slight cough, he said: "Why do you follow me?"
Murong Qiudi's eyes flashed, and she smiled sweetly: "I want to see how you defeat the third young master."
The words were crisp and clear... extremely pleasant to the ear.
Randomly said: "Aji is going to become Xie Xiaofeng?"
Murong Qiudi imitated him and looked at the distant mountains, and said quietly: "He's almost there, he's almost..."
Random chuckled and said, "It seems you have done a lot."
Murong Qiudi smiled and said: "Not only did I heal the legs that were broken by you, I also told him that he had a child. As long as the injury is healed, he will definitely come to Xiaodi."
Randomly said: "You are looking forward to him picking up that sword again!"
The tenderness was gone, and Murong Qiudi suddenly said coldly: "Because when he picked up the sword again, it was also when he was about to die."
Ranran smiled and said: "You want him to die, but you don't seem to want him to die too much. You love deeply and hate deeply. Women have always been like this..."
Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "You seem to understand women very well."
Ranyi smiled and said: "No matter what, I still have two wives."
Murong Qiudi was surprised: "Are you married?"
Randomly said: "Yes!"
Murong Qiudi changed the topic and asked again: "Will you kill him?"
Xuanyuan naturally understood what she meant, shook his head and said: "Even Xie Xiaofeng, he is not qualified to die in my hands, and I only hope that he will die under Yan Shisan's sword."
Murong Qiudi asked: "Why?"
Ranyi said calmly: "Because only by defeating Xie Xiaofeng can Yan Shisan be qualified to fight me."
Murong Qiudi asked again: "Are you looking forward to it?"
Randomly said meaningfully: "That sword is really worth looking forward to!"
Murong Qiudi said in surprise: "Even the fourteenth variation of the Thirteen Deadly Swords is no match for the Third Young Master. You told him about this seven years ago."
Randomly said: "So he wants to realize the fifteenth sword."
Murong Qiudi frowned slightly and said, "Have you been waiting for the fifteenth sword?"
He nodded.
"Is the fifteenth sword worth waiting for seven years for you?"
He nodded again.
"Such a sword can definitely kill the third young master..."
He didn't nod anymore because he started coughing again... He even stopped walking.
Before them stood nine figures, nine figures of grotesque shapes.
Murong Qiudi said: "They are members of the underworld. Because they kill people for others, they are called black killers."
A young man with a blue face and a sword in his hand said: "Is this the person we want to kill? He looks like he won't live long without us taking action."
Another man with a drunken face said: "The money given this time is quite a lot. Even if he is dying, we should cut off his head and take it back."
The coughing gradually subsided, and Murong Qiudi continued: "The one wearing Taoist robes is called Bai Mu, the great monk is called Tu Monk, the man in black is called Niggi, the two people who just spoke are Ding Erlang and Qing She, and the nine-foot tall man is Axe. , the oldest is called Lao Chai. As for the last two Japanese Ronin, they are..."
Random sighed: "You know, I don't care who they are."
Murong Qiudi smiled slightly, stepped aside and stood with the baby. Facing the worried girl, she said nothing.
The remaining two people were Sasaki and Ejima. As soon as they saw Murong Qiudi, their eyes lit up and they could not look away.
The two of them were already lustful. When they saw Murong Qiudi dressed as a woman in the wilderness, she still had a thousand kinds of charms. Her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyes were like waves, and her complexion was that of a beauty who could conquer frost and snow. They wanted to capture her even more. live.
But before we can capture her, we must first kill the sickly young master!
Sasaki ignored the other eight people and rushed over first, while Ejima was not to be outdone. He dodged and bullied them from the side, and the two of them attacked almost at the same time.
They seemed to be approaching at the same time, but Sasaki was one step ahead. He had already pulled out the Japanese sword from his waist, and he was about to swing the sword upwards, about to bring it down.
Fuso Kendo emphasizes extreme ruthlessness and extreme speed, but no matter how hard or fast the sword is, it will still be a step too slow.
The scimitar comes out and the full moon rises!
His knife was raised first, but his knife was too late to fall. The scimitar, which is not fancy at all, is a bit mysterious and has unpredictable abilities. It can be struck down by people!
