After the people left, Xie Xiaofeng showed an expression of extreme fear on his face.
He suddenly realized that although his knife was still in his hand, it was already "dead". His knife and his friends were all dead, killed by another knife.
When the knife fell, all life and strength had been taken away by the knife.
The night is already very deep, very deep.
There was still deathly silence here. Xie Xiaofeng threw the dead sword on the ground. He picked it up, then picked up Mao Da's body and walked out the door.
The long night, people just walk in this long night...
The long night has finally passed, and the first ray of sunlight from the east shines down from the mountains and forests outside the city. It happens to shine on Xie Xiaofeng's face, illuminating his still fearful expression.
The wind was blowing the leaves and the sunlight was beating constantly. In front of him was a freshly buried corpse and a newly erected 'tombstone'.
The sword is a tombstone. Xie Xiaofeng looked at the sword and remained silent for a long time...
There is wind, a breeze, and the breeze is accompanied by the sound of footsteps.
Murong Qiudi raised her hand, gently stroked her hair that was blown by the breeze, and suddenly smiled at the back.
Her smile is also like hers, beautiful, elegant, and erratic, just like the spring breeze... Her voice is also as gentle as the spring breeze: "You lost again, you lost to him twice."
Xie Xiaofeng turned around and looked at her coldly for a long time before saying coldly: "Is there anything else we can say between us?"
Her smile disappeared and she said softly: "No more... no more..."
When she finished speaking, she turned around.
Looking at the departing figure, Xie Xiaofeng's pupils shrank and said, "Where is he? Where is he?"
The man didn't stop, but said softly and indifferently: "I have nothing to say to you. Since you didn't want that child before, you can't afford him now. Xiaodi is a disciple of Tianjun. It's not your fault." The children and grandchildren of the family.”
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In the small courtyard, he was sitting quietly in the pavilion, his fingers pressed on a seven-string Yao Qin, and the sound of the Qin was melodious.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if his whole spirit was absorbed into the sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano kept coming, which was very elegant and beautiful. After a while, there were a few crisp bird calls mixed in with the music of the piano. Along with the autumn colors in the sky, the music of the piano is even more moving and beautiful.
The rhyme of the piano fluctuates in vain, sometimes high and sometimes low. The changes in the rhythm of the piano are constantly intertwined, like a clear breeze and a bright moon, contrasting with each other.
Then a slender little girl rushed in with a young man, and the sound of the piano stopped!
Wawa looked at Xie Xiaodi and stood obediently behind Ran Ran. He also looked at the doll. He had only known her for a few days, but she was the most gentle sister to him in the world.
Randomly asked: "What's the matter?"
Xie Xiaodi said: "Master, someone is looking for me."
He looked at him intently and said nothing.
Xie Xiaodi gritted his teeth and said, "They are members of the Xie family."
He nodded casually and said, "They want you to recognize your ancestor and return to your clan?"
Xie Xiaodi nodded and said, "What should I do?"
Randomly smiled and said: "You can do whatever you want, why do you ask me?"
Xie Xiaodi smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what to do."
He is still just a teenager. No matter how mature he is, no matter how painful he goes through, he is still a fifteen-year-old boy. The young man naturally hopes to be recognized by his family. Although he hates Xie Xiaofeng, he still wants to become a member of the Xie family.
But if he becomes a member of the Xie family, he will become the son of Xie Xiaofeng. The current young man cannot let go of the hatred in his heart and become the son of Xie Xiaofeng.
Ranyi said calmly: "Then ignore it and wait until you think about it before making any plans."
Xie Xiaodi was stunned. Just when he was about to nod, someone broke into the courtyard again...
The leader was a richly dressed lady with beaded hair, and beside him was a white-haired old man with vigorous steps, a straight waist, and a long yellow cloth bag in his hand.
Behind the two of them, there was a middle-aged man who was fair and fat, with a look of dust on his face.
Except for shopkeeper Xie, Ranran had never seen the other two people, but he also guessed their identities.
The woman is Xie Fenghuang, the "Flying Phoenix Swordswoman", and the cousin of Xie Wangsun.
The white-haired man who is always getting stronger and stronger is Hua Shaokun, the best swordsman in Huashan.
In the past, Hua Shaokun, the "Wandering Dragon Swordsman", fought against the eight major disciples of Dian Cang and Wudang sects and won. Later, he married Xie Fenghuang, the cousin of Xie Wangsun, the owner of Shenjian Villa, who was known as "Flying Phoenix Female Swordsman".
In the world at that time, there was a reputation as "dragon and phoenix swords, a perfect match". However, just when Hua Shaokun was at the height of his power and was most proud of his life, he was defeated by the sword of a young boy.
And that person is Xie Xiaofeng.
Shopkeeper Xie bent down and greeted with a smile: "Mr. Ren, long time no see. Hello."
Randomly smiled and nodded to him.
Xie Fenghuang said angrily: "Are you that child's master?"
She asked again: "He is a child of my Xie family, and his father is Xie Xiaofeng. What ability do you have to teach him?"
Xie Xiaodi suddenly said loudly: "Of course he has the ability to teach me. How great do you think the Xie family is? What do you think about Xie Xiaofeng in the eyes of my master?"
Ran Ran glanced at Xie Xiaodi unexpectedly, but Xie Fenghuang became even more angry: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Xie Xiaodi said: "You are the one who knows nothing! Shenjian Villa disappeared seven years ago. The third young master who has never been defeated has also been defeated twice."
"You said he lost?"
This time it was no longer Xie Fenghuang who spoke, but Hua Shaokun.
Xie Xiaodi sneered: "The third young master's sword is not that amazing."
Hua Shaokun said solemnly: "Who did he lose to?"
Ranran smiled and said: "It's me."
Hua Yukun stared at him, gritted his teeth, and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are the Lord of Heaven!"
He is a disciple of Huashan, so of course he knows the story of Tianjun.
Although that story is a long time ago, it has already been deeply engraved in the souls of various sects. No one knows how many people Tianjun has killed in his life, which is already countless.
However, the seven major sects, including Shaolin, and some long-standing families have clearly recorded that he is invincible and invincible.
In the past, powerful forces have joined forces more than once, and various sects have gathered their strength to encircle and suppress them several times. The final result was that mountains of corpses and rivers of blood could form.
And Tianjun is still the aloof Tianjun. It is precisely because he is invincible and above the world that he is called Tianjun.
Hua Yukun stared at him and stopped talking. His eyes were very struggling.
Xie Fenghuang was arrogant, arrogant, and always had the temper of a young lady. This woman who had never taken others seriously was holding her husband's sleeve at this moment.
Hua Yukun looked at his wife, the struggle in his eyes finally dissipated, and even the brightness in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
Ranran smiled and said: "It seems that you two are still very much in love."
Xie Fenghuang gritted his teeth, lowered his proud head, and said, "Women are often offended. I hope Tianjun will not take offense."
Ranran did not answer him, but asked: "Are you here to see Xie Xiaofeng?"
Hua Yukun nodded.
Ranran smiled and said: "You will die!"
