The sorrow and joy of the world

Now that the internal worries have been calmed down, the entire world of martial arts is being repaired and reorganized. Who will be the next Congji Pavilion and who will be the next Holy Cult? Some people are fighting for it, while others are just sitting and watching. The situation, except for the saint who is far away from the hustle and bustle, but that doesn't make any sense either.

However, the invasion of external evils has intensified.

There have been problems with the border defense many times, the defense line has lost control and collapsed, and the army on the border has faced danger many times, and everyone is at risk.

The old hall master died a year ago, and the young hall master inherited the position of the old hall master and commanded the three armies.

There have been so many unpredictable crises, and the Hall Master was able to deal with them skillfully and resolve them all, although every time he had to risk himself in exchange for this rare moment of tranquility.

Bai Dian wanted to go with him every time, but Jin Wuxun used his status to order him every time, so Bai Dian could only honestly wait at home and make cakes for him.

When Bai Dian had nothing to do, he would cook some food for the soldiers below. Once when he was distributing meals, he found Shen Yuyi who hadn't seen him for nearly three years. He came here to work as a military doctor.

Bai Dian was very sensible and didn't mention the past, but every time he saw him limping, he couldn't help feeling sour.

Shen Yuyi looked much older, and there was a somewhat tired look on his face.

After Jin Wuxun knew the situation, he also gave Shen Yuyi very comprehensive care.

It was Ching Ming, and Jin Wuxun had a rare day of purity, so he and the two of them burned paper by the river.

For whom to burn, needless to say.

Jin Wuxun: "After the war is settled, let's go to the graves of the two of them to pay respects."

The two nodded, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

Bai Dian took the lead in breaking the dead silence: "Don't be so pessimistic, at least they are together now, maybe they are looking at us from a corner of the sky, they will definitely have a good time in the Paradise Well, maybe we can get some judge to do it."

The two smiled, the atmosphere was not so dead after all.

Shen Yuyi sighed: "I don't know how the little master and junior brother are doing."

"I hope it's easy and carefree."

The three of them slowly folded their palms together beside the fire, praying for blessings and blessings.

And the little master and junior brother they are thinking of, one is wandering around the world, and the other is waiting for them.

And just one day.

Lin Kongzhi got drunk and wandered all the way back to Lirenya, only to find that he was not there.

For two full years, it took him two years to suddenly understand one thing, that is, his feelings for Wen Yi were not empty promises, but...

Really.

There is a breath of life in the room, and everything here is so spotless.

Lin Kongzhi lit a lamp in the room with the crystal blue flame formed by his few spiritual powers, because he said that as long as he lit this lamp, it would show that he was waiting for he……

With longing for him, Lin Kongzhi lay down on the table and fell asleep.

When Wen Yi came back in the evening, he saw the cluster of warm fire lights in the room. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat. The heart that had been silent for two years finally found the meaning of its existence tonight.

However, he was afraid...

He was so excited that he started to be afraid...

However, relying on instinct, he moved over little by little, gently opened the door that had been opened countless times, and slowly walked to Lin Kongzhi's side. Although he couldn't see his appearance, he could clearly It can be seen that he has lost weight...

Wen Yi stared at it blankly for a while, then as if he suddenly thought of something, he quickly went to find a thin quilt and covered him lightly, not wanting him to startle him with such a light movement...

Looking at each other suddenly, it seems like a lifetime away...

Wen Yi's eyes at that moment were misty and obsessed, as if he had dreamed countless times in a dream, so unreal.

Lin Kongzhi suddenly wet his eyes at some point, and he didn't know the depth of lovesickness when he didn't meet each other, it was already deep into his bones.

He suddenly put his arms around Wen Yi's neck, and kissed her hard.

Wen Yishun wrapped his arms around Lin Kongzhi's waist, and the two of them hugged each other tightly, they were inseparable no matter what, tasted the bitterness of tears as they fought, but couldn't tell whose tears it was, whose yearning it was ...

The two stumbled and fell on the bed, but Wen Yi suddenly turned his head away under Lin Kongzhi's fiery gaze.

"What's wrong?" Lin Kongzhi slowly stroked his pale and withered hair, and kissed the corners of his eyes little by little.

"Don't look, ugly." Wen Yi raised his hand and pushed Lin Kongzhi's chest.

Lin Kongzhi smiled softly in his ear: "Fool, do you think I care about this..."

Wen Yi's breathing stopped suddenly, and then he grabbed Lin Kongzhi's wrist and turned over, pressing him firmly under his body, and kissed him earth-shatteringly.

This time, Lin Kongzhi no longer refused, but truly and completely surrendered himself, both physically and mentally.

"Little Master, I really miss you, miss you so much..." Wen Yi buried his head in Lin Kongzhi's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice.

"I still think about it after we meet?"

"I still think about it after we meet." Wen Yi raised his head, "Little Master, do you like me..."

"What do you think?" Lin Kongzhi looked at him with thousands of stars in his eyes.

Wen Yi understood in an instant, and he hugged Lin Kongzhi tightly: "Then little master, can you leave me the last time of your life?"

"I came back this time, and that's what I wanted to do. I have you in the rest of my life, so I have no regrets."

"Me too……"

It is also a kind of happiness for the two of them to embrace the few remaining time together, not expecting to stay together for a long time, but only wishing to stay together until they die.

Three days later, Waixie sent a decisive battle letter to the Supreme Hall, and also proposed tempting conditions for victory.

If they win, they will have a truce for a hundred years, and will not come to harass the border again within a hundred years. If they disobey, they will die badly and the family will be wiped out.If they lose, they will start aggressively marching towards the Central Profound Realm, burning, killing and looting, doing all kinds of evil.

If Waixie dared to raise such a condition, he must have been fully prepared.

And Jin Wuxun agrees with this condition very much, if they win, then he can no longer care about the war here, and he can take Bai Dian far away.

After several previous battles, Jin Wuxun could more or less guess that their border defense map must have been leaked, so in order to deal with this battle, he repeatedly came up with clever strategies, not only greatly changing the border defense, The sword took a slant, and a lot of highlights were remanded, just waiting for the evil and the others to fall into the trap.

This battle has touched the hearts of all the people, even Lin Kongzhi and Wen Yi, they also went to join. With Wen Yi's powerful combat power, the offensive of the Supreme Hall can be described as devastating.

However, their intelligence was repeatedly closely grasped, and the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.

In the days of stalemate, they ushered in another distinguished guest who hadn't seen for a long time.

Fan Ziqi.

As the richest man in the Northern Territory, he naturally sent a huge amount of supplies and food.

For a while, it was rare for the master and apprentice to gather together, and some words were even harder to say.

"How are you?"

"It's pretty good." Shen Yuyi's eyes never fell on him, his eyes were blinded, and he couldn't see any emotion anymore.

"My... parents have been around for a hundred years..."

"Um……"

"I thought, when my child grows up, I will hand over all the family affairs to him, and I will come back to accompany you..."

"No need..." Shen Yuyi smiled, "Thank you for still having this heart."

"why……"

"Because I'm... tired."

Before the words finished, Shen Yuyi turned around and left.

Fan Ziqi was left alone by the riverside with reed flowers fluttering, secretly saddened.

Bai Dian secretly watched the whole process behind a boulder, and finally couldn't help asking: "Why didn't Junior Brother Shen accept it?"

"Probably gave up. No one's love can be as good as before after being destroyed like this. If they are together again, they will never go back to the past." Jin Wuxun said quietly behind him.

"Senior Brother Shen." Wen Yi put an exquisite box in his hand, "This is Lingtang's ashes. I found the corpse in Shang Wanchu's inner room. Depending on the situation, Lingtang should be in the body of water jade. It can greatly increase one's skill, so... please forgive me..."

"It doesn't matter, this person is gone, so it's a relief." Shen Yuyi smiled, "Thank you."

Bai Dian: "Hey, the battle is coming, let's fight together, master and apprentice! Jin Wuxun! You can't stop me this time!"

Lin Kongzhi waved his hand: "An old bone is dead, you can beat it yourself."

Shen Yuyi also smiled wryly: "Little master can't do it anymore, I have lost all my skills, so naturally I can't do it."

"Then... what about senior brother?"

Fan Ziqi was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses: "I haven't used a sword for many years, and I don't know if it can be done, but I always keep this crouching cloud with me."

"That's all right, come on, I'll try the master's kung fu when I'm free, and see if I'm going back!" Bai Dian shouted loudly, raised the coldness and went up.

Lin Kongzhi sat aside and drank tea comfortably. Seeing this familiar but distant scene, he couldn't help but feel a little bit embarrassed.

They fought fiercely for a while, and everyone who still had martial arts had tried it once, except that they didn't dare to compete with Wen Yi, because they had personally seen Wen Yi's current fighting power on the battlefield, and what they had experienced before In this place, not a single blade of grass grows, and life is extinguished.

Wen Yi had no choice but to sit beside Lin Kongzhi, and the two chatted and joked along the way.

Bai Dian puffed up his cheeks: "Look at the two of them, and then look at you, you know how to eat and drink all day long, but you don't know how to have fun!"

Jin Wuxun lifted Bai Dian's back collar and walked into the tent.

"What are you doing?! Let me go!!"

Thousands of horses are galloping, and the horse is broken by the wind.

A battle that determined the stability of the border for a hundred years started unknowingly.

Fan Ziqi and Bai Dian were in charge of leading the left wing, Jin Wuxun was naturally in charge of the most important forward, and Wen Yi went to attack the right wing alone.

The two sat on the horse, their clothes rustling in the wind.

The horses of the two were slowly approaching, Bai Dian leaned over and kissed Jin Wuxun's lips: "Promise me, come back safely."

"must."

Immediately, one turned to the left, and the other turned to the right, and the desert yellow sand covered the overlapping sight.

However, this time the evil spirit concentrated a large amount of troops on the front line. It took Wen Yi only three days to defeat the enemy, and he went deep into the enemy's hole to deal a devastating blow.

Although Fan Ziqi and Bai Dian struggled a bit, they still reunited with Wen Yi.

They won a big victory, but they didn't hear about Jin Wuxun for a long time.

Bai Dian couldn't sit still at all, put on a team of soldiers and left, leaving Fan Ziqi and Wen Yi to guard the rear camp.

In the end, when Jin Wuxun was found, Jin Wuxun was lying on top of a pile of corpses.

Bai Dian was scared out of his wits, but in the end he was too tired and fell asleep.

This battle was fought hard. He had never killed so many people at one time, and his hands were soft after the kill.

Bai Dian was so distressed that he picked up Jin Wuxun and went back.

Once back, Jin Wuxun fell asleep for a whole day and night.

In the end, it is said that the martial arts leader caught the person who betrayed the information on the frontier, that is, Lang Ganmu, the younger brother of Lang Ganshui, the leader of the Bloody Sect.

Later, Lin Kongzhi chatted with the leader of the martial arts alliance for a while. Although the two had written letters before, they had never met each other. When they met this time, they felt like old friends at first sight.

The leader of the martial arts alliance is also surnamed Lin. For some reason, leader Lin chatted with him about his life experience.

What was described was exactly the same as what Lin Kongzhi remembered...

Lin Kongzhi immediately understood that this was his long-lost brother...

However, leader Lin mentioned that the murderer who killed their family was not actually Luo Qiufeng, but this Lang Ganmu...

Back then when the good and the evil were fighting, in order to discredit the Holy Cult, this Lang Ganmu often pretended to be Luo Qiufeng to massacre villages and kill people. The sword was actually his imitation...

Lin Kongzhi sighed silently, after all, he was wrongly blamed...

Later, Lin Kongzhi did not tell him that he himself was the long-lost younger brother he was looking for, because he knew that his life was not long, and it would be useless to talk too much. Experience the pain of life and death.

The war was settled, and Fan Ziqi returned to the northern frontier.

Shen Yuyi disappeared again.

After Jin Wuxun handed over all the big and small matters of the Supreme Hall to his uncle, he took Bai Dian and flew away.

And Lin Kongzhi and Wen Yi also returned to Liren Cliff again, planning to spend the rest of their lives there.

This time back to Liren Cliff, Wen Yi gave Lin Kongzhi a surprise.

At the very beginning, Wen Yi refused to let Lin Kongzhi open his eyes, and he didn't let him open his eyes until he walked to a place with Lin Kongzhi on his back.

It was a huge and flat rock protruding from the mountain wall, hanging on the mountainside, with a wide view, you can see the hazy panorama of the Congo Pole Mountains in the night, and now, the more magnificent scene on that rock is that it is above It was full of flowers.

It is full of countless light red, dark red, and white Ella flowers, and the middle of the stamens is a fluffy halo that exudes a warm light.The petals are as thin as cicada wings, and countless petals blown down by the wind are flying with the wind, scattered into a confused sky.

The fluffy halo will also break away from the stamen every once in a while, float up from bottom to top, and slowly fall into the night, like thousands of sky lanterns.

Lin Kongzhi had never seen such a spectacle before, and couldn't help but be a little crazy.

The moonlight washes away, the Milky Way shines brightly, the shadows of the trees are faint, and the leaves fall one after another.

Lin Kongzhi's dark pupils reflected the light and shadow in the sky, and his eyes were full of irrepressible joy. He jumped off Wen Yi's back and walked slowly into the sea of ​​flowers. Being in that dreamy white gown, Wen Yi had the illusion that he was about to turn into thousands of lights and shadows and scatter across the sky.

The long hair hangs down softly on the forehead and shoulders, and the thin figure makes the wind blow even thinner.

Wen Yi also slowly walked to his side, looking further away together with him.

"I planted it for you. The flowers here are all stalks. I never expected that the flowers in this stalk will be like this." Wen Yi next to Lin Kongzhi, explained to him softly, The brows and eyes reflect the brilliance of the sky, which is really beautiful.

Lin Kongzhi hugged Wen Yi's neck and pressed against his forehead: "Thank you..."

Wen Yi slowly hugged him: "There is no need to say thank you between you and me."

"it is good."

A pair of figures, reflected in the moonlight, embedded in eternity.

Life is alive, and after going through this experience, whether it is pain or joy, it will be the most precious memory in your life. If you come here at least once, you can make two or three confidants and get a loved one. It's no regrets.

The giant wheel of time will not stop turning because of anyone, so we are all passers-by in this beautiful world, leaving behind the joys and sorrows of this world one by one.

The author has something to say: ——End of the text——

The extra episode will be updated with the fate, and it will be released a little later, thanks to the little friends who collected it

☆, extra one, who is crazy, who is cowardly

"Young master! Slow down!"

Luo Qiufeng was still very immature at this time, with a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, he got off a sedan chair, saw that the mountains and rivers here were not bad, so he climbed up a tree and tore off a willow branch to play with.

Uncle Gao, who had been following him all the time, was very worried, for fear of falling down this little ancestor.

"It's okay!" Although Luo Qiufeng was young, he had practiced kung fu so well that he had already entered the classroom, and he was not afraid of the dangerous behavior of these peers at all.

He is just a young son who is not very favored in the Holy Church, and there is no point in staying there. He has to be angry with them all day long, and he is very wronged. It would be better to come to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

His mother went there when he was very young, so now he only has a taste of the word "mother" to the literal meaning.

"Go!! Go as far as you can! Bad luck!"

Luo Qiufeng was startled by the sound. He followed the sound and saw a thin child being driven out and pushed to the ground by a strong young man.

It was still raining lightly at that time, Luo Qiufeng walked towards the child holding a white paper umbrella.

The child could tell that it was a boy about his own age, but he was covered in dirt and his hair was messy, and he didn't look good at all.

At that time, Luo Qiufeng might have kept a little purity in his heart due to the kindness of his youth, and with a heart of compassion, he saved the child and kept it by his side.

Asked the name, Shang Wanchu.

Uncle Gao called him by his first name.

Luo Qiufeng didn't know what a good name was and what was bad. He just thought that the child was quite delicate after being washed.

His eyes are also clear and cold, and he doesn't show cowardice even if he doesn't speak, but there is a bit of stubbornness inside.

Looking at the young man who saved him, Shang Wanchu's heart, which was already blackened by filth, was lit up a little white.

He will never forget the warmth that that paper umbrella enveloped in his heart in his life.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but he can't speak and doesn't know how to express it.

Because in his previous environment, he would be beaten if he said the wrong thing, and he would be beaten in the dark, and he gradually developed the habit of not speaking, which was hard to change. In Luo Qiufeng's eyes, it was naturally a little strange. But Shang Wanchu also worked hard and tried to change, but he still couldn't change the jerky engraved in his bones.

"You are very quiet, unlike the people around me."

The two of them were in the boat, and as the boat swayed and bumped, Luo Qiufeng looked at Shang Wanchu and said with a smile.

Shang Wanchu gave a rare smile and remained silent.

"Do you know martial arts?" Luo Qiufeng didn't care too much, talking to himself is also his strong point, "I see that you have a lot of bruises on your body. If you learn martial arts, you will be fine if you meet people who bully you in the future." If you fight back, you don’t have to suffer in vain.”

Shang Wanchu shook his head to show that he had never learned martial arts.

With the self-confidence of a young man, Luo Qiufeng raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll teach you! Although my martial arts are mediocre at home, it's enough to teach you some basics."

Listening to Luo Qiufeng's young but stereotyped tone, Shang Wanchu knew how much education he had received, and couldn't help feeling a little envious in his heart.

He was born an orphan, he didn't know where to go, and he didn't know where to go. How fortunate to meet this person in such a situation.

As a result, the two teenagers began to share food and clothing together, and practiced exercises together.

Luo Qiufeng discovered that Shang Wanchu was simply a prodigy in martial arts, so after a few months of training indiscriminately, he had already achieved initial results.

Now Luo Qiufeng didn't dare to slack off, and practiced martial arts even more diligently.

Until a year later, Luo Qiufeng returned to the Holy Church.

At that time Luo Qiufeng was only 12 years old, and Shang Wanchu was only eleven.

Everyone in the Holy Cult is not a good person. They are either malicious because of business failure and desperation, or they have lost their minds because of enemies, or they are originally vicious people, just such a group of people mixed together.

Everywhere he looked was filled with a haze of hatred.

Shang Wanchu is extremely familiar with this kind of breath. He hates it and hates it. He doesn't want to let himself become like them, but his psychology has become more distorted, the more he pretends to be aloof The more you look, the more anxious you are for quick success and instant benefit, the more inconsistent you are.

Luo Qiufeng has his own father and two older brothers, and the two older brothers are also scum among the scum, who do all kinds of evil, so in their eyes, Luo Qiufeng's kindness is a joke in the holy religion, the biggest joke .

For Shang Wanchu's safety, Luo Qiufeng told him not to show off his kung fu easily.

Luo Qiufeng began to be assigned tasks by his father, whether it was killing people or massacring the village, Luo Qiufeng would do it right, but he would stay on the front line when he was a person and doing things. Will not go to slaughter.

Wen Chongyue was the one Luo Qiufeng saved in thousands of missions back then.

Luo Qiufeng couldn't take Shang Wanchu on missions every time, so most of the time, Shang Wanchu was left in the Holy Church with Uncle Gao.

The two elder brothers would naturally go to make trouble when Luo Qiufeng was away. Luo Qiufeng was a soft-spoken person in the church, and there were very few servants around him. In the past, there was only Uncle Gao, but now there is another Shang Wanchu, which naturally attracts attention.

That day, when those two people came to make trouble, Shang Wanchu's handsome appearance had begun to be seen, so he would naturally be teased by those two scumbags whether it was Luo Qiufeng's young lady.

How could the self-proclaimed lofty Shang Wanchu bear this kind of anger, but he always remembered the advice Luo Qiufeng left him, not to show off his martial arts easily, he could only swallow his anger.

Wait until Luo Qiufeng returns from the task.

They had a fight.

Luo Qiufeng's original intention was that it would be enough for him to spend his whole life in Shengjiao with Uncle Gao in peace, and he didn't have much ambition to fight for power and high position.

But Shang Wanchu's original intention was exactly the opposite of him, he wanted him to get these, he was fed up with them!He didn't want to live his whole life swallowing his anger, and he didn't want to live without dignity all day long!

Luo Qiufeng still rejected him.

Psychology has become more and more distorted, who knows that there is already a spoiled heart hidden under that noble face.

For the next three years, both of them were very busy. Luo Qiufeng was assigned more and more tasks, and he was often absent from teaching for more than ten days.

And Shang Wanchu secretly practiced with the martial arts cheats Luo Qiufeng gave him, without stopping for a moment.

Looking at the two bewildered children, Uncle Gao felt anxious and angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Three years later, a big event happened.

Shang Wanchu killed Uncle Gao.

But what Luo Qiufeng heard was that his two elder brothers had killed Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao has been taking care of him since his mother passed away, so its importance in his heart is self-evident. This time, Luo Qiufeng's suppressed anger was completely aroused, and all that remained was A trace of forbearance was completely burned.

Shang Wanchu was very satisfied with what he saw.

"I'll help you." Shang Wanchu was only 14 years old at that time, an age before the weak crown, and he was able to calmly say such words with a hoarse voice, confident and arrogant, which made people shudder.

Luo Qiufeng didn't say a word, he acquiesced in all Shang Wanchu's actions.

In the next four years, the two teenagers struggled in the muddy waters of the holy religion, and slowly grew into two romantic teenagers, each with its own merits.

The power in the holy religion is already a three-legged situation.

Shang Wanchu secretly removed many obstacles for him, that Chichen sword was stained with the blood of many damned people.

In the power struggle, it is natural that marriage will maximize the benefits.

At that time, Shang Wanchu only realized his feelings for Luo Qiufeng, and he didn't know when it changed.

From being grateful to delivering life and death, to crossing that forbidden line.

During the night in Luo Qiufeng's bridal chamber, Shang Wanchu stunned the bride, got the groom drunk, and asked for his first time.

A night of madness, a night of upside down, a night of absurdity.

From that time on, Luo Qiufeng gradually alienated him.

The distorted possessiveness was about to drive him crazy. If he could, he really wanted to tie this person by his side forever, and it would be best if he could take him apart, so he wouldn't have to think about how to keep him from alienating himself.

However, he couldn't do it.

All the normality in his life is probably left to this man...

But he never received any love.

That was the darkest night since the founding of the Holy Church.

On the night of the crazy massacre, Shang Wanchu was only 17 years old. He stepped into the realm of transformation and his skills soared. He was already unstoppable within the holy religion.

In that era, Huajing was a realm that could not be met, and the leaders of many sects at that time could only touch the boundary of Huajing, but never broke through.

That night, Shang Wanchu was so jealous that he killed most of the members of the Holy Cult, including all of Luo Qiufeng's close relatives.

Not because of anything else, but because they had bullied them, and because of this, his subordinates showed no mercy.

Luo Qiufeng was taken by Shang Wanchu to sit on the position of the leader of the Holy Cult, and he was dazed for a while before he saw his father's body lying in a pool of blood under the throne.

Everywhere you look, there are dead bodies everywhere.

The wind howled, and the draft swept through the hall, feeling very cold.

Shang Wanchu's body was covered in blood, his white clothes were mottled, and even his hands were covered in blood.

In such a huge holy church, it was so dead that only the two of them were left...

Shang Wanchu looked at the man in front of him almost obsessively, and kissed him almost fanatically, his clear eyes seemed as beautiful as when he first saw him, but now, there were dead bodies all over the ground behind him, and a pool of blood bubbling under his feet, which made him How can I calmly face this person again?

"Qiu Feng, you...have you ever liked me a little bit?" Shang Wanchu sat on Luo Qiufeng's lap, her lips fell on his eyebrows, on the bridge of his nose, and outlined that delicate face with her lips, Almost crazy.

But Luo Qiufeng sneered back: "Impossible, it's impossible in this lifetime..."

Accompanied by Shang Wanchu's suddenly cold air pressure, Luo Qiufeng's black eyes were so cold that no trace of warmth could be seen, even the tenderness there was no longer there.

hatred.

The boundless hatred instantly crushed the last trace of innocence in Shang Wanchu's heart.

This person gave him hope with his own hands, and then took back this hope with his own hands, peeling it off abruptly, leaving blood dripping without mercy.

Shang Wanchu pinched the back of Luo Qiufeng's neck tightly, his eyes were gentle and melancholy: "I'll give you one last chance, I hope you can answer me well, well!"

But the look in Luo Qiufeng's eyes made Shang Wanchu understand that it is impossible for him to win his heart again in this life...

It was like falling into an ice cave in an instant, and no one could understand this feeling better than him.

Shang Wanchu left the Holy Cult in a daze. Luo Qiufeng didn't know where he went, but only knew that a famous decent sect arose later, called Congji Pavilion, and the owner of the pavilion was Shang Wanchu, because he slaughtered most of the saints. He got the title of "Floating Butcher Sword Immortal" because of his teaching.

The Holy Cult is in vain, and he has become the only hope for the Holy Cult.

He picked up the Chichen sword that he was used to, and put it beside him.

The blood stains on it could not be washed off, it was really red dust.

Luo Qiufeng had no intention of sorting out the inexplicable feelings. In his heart, Shang Wanchu had always been an indelible existence. He knew that he suffered too much grievance when he was young, and the Holy Church owed him too. Many, but these are not reasons for him to kill all his closest relatives.

It's too cruel to get someone in this way.

With the power of Luo Qiufeng alone, Shengjiao slowly regained its glory. It was two years later that they met again. At that time, Luo Qiufeng had already entered the realm of transformation.

He drew his sword directly without a word of greeting.

The hideous scar on the face extending from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth was obtained after that long-lost reunion.

Luo Qiufeng also knew Shang Wanchu's purpose, he wanted to strengthen his reputation from Congji Pavilion by suppressing the Holy Cult.

He let go, allowing Shang Wanchu to get rid of Wen Chongyue's family smoothly.

But Shang Wanchu still felt that it was not enough, Luo Qiufeng backed down again and again, and he had reached the bottom line.

Shang Wanchu has already gone crazy, and his goal is not limited to the small holy religion, but the whole world.

Luo Qiufeng seized the opportunity step by step in order to stop him.

However, stopping his actions could no longer stop the heart that was gradually getting out of control.

He almost collapsed between love and hate.

On the day of the decisive battle in Cangwu Field, Shang Wanchu committed suicide in front of him just like that...

Tired, isn't it...

Those were the last words Shang Wanchu left in this world to him.

He was too tired, and he didn't want to live in such pain and entanglement. What he did, and the hatred he vented, was not aimed at him?But this person would rather hurt himself than say those three words, the three words that would allow him to turn his prodigal son back.

Luo Qiufeng was crazy, and there was no sign of being crazy.

He doesn't know who to hate, probably he hates himself the most, maybe Shang Wanchu?

Or is it this sad world?

Until his death, he didn't say those three words, because the person who deserved him to say these three words had already committed suicide in front of it...

He could only think about his so-called greatest wish in bits and pieces.

revenge?revenge?It's all just a cover, only Luo Qiufeng knows what's hidden behind it, it's hatred for him!

Love as much as you hate.

But Luo Qiufeng would not face his hatred until he died, dare not?

maybe.

There is too much malice in this world, and there are too many things he dares not do, but he retreats from the least dared thing.

After entering the earth, I hope that the two of them can be honest and stop entangled in pain.

If you can, you can never say goodbye.

It is enough to separate one from the other and keep each other safe.

☆, Fan Wai II, the world is destroyed, but also stick to it

In fact, when Shen Yuyi left Congji Pavilion that day, he didn't go anywhere else, nor did he go to find his mother, because he knew that all of this was in the hands of others, and he couldn't change anything by himself.

Since a caring person wants to use his mother to do things, he will definitely not let him find it so easily.

It's better to use the remaining remaining life to do the last thing that can be tender.

He went to the Northern Territory and became a waiter in a restaurant not far from the Fan Mansion. His kung fu was ruined and his legs were still limping. magnificent.

Occasionally, he could be seen at the door, still so handsome and handsome, but a little more lonely.

While chatting and laughing, Shen Yuyi couldn't see the brilliance in his eyes.

But he still held the last ray of fantasy.

He's just a fool in the world of mortals, so why should he take all this seriously?

Shen Yuyi asked himself over and over again, but couldn't get an answer. He never could control his heart, and fell under the gentleness of his eyebrows and eyes again and again.

And he also expected after all, that sooner or later the gentleness of his brows and eyes will be given to others.

It was a graceful lady with a graceful figure, and her slender fingers set off her even weaker willow posture.

That is his bride.

After going through such a turmoil, the two masters of the Fan family finally couldn't bear it and quickly settled the marriage.

On the day of the wedding, people from all over the Northern Territory can ask for a glass of wine.

Shen Yuyi is naturally no exception.

He went.

There seemed to be a blunt knife under his feet, but blood was oozing from his heart.

The further he walked, the more calm he became. He silently drank his wedding wine in the corner alone, watched his gradually blurred gentle eyebrows from a distance, and left quietly.

The bright red lanterns and the delicate wedding candles are all so dazzling to him.

He lingered here like a walking dead for another year, and finally left the Northern Territory.

Went to the frontier area under the jurisdiction of the Supreme Temple.

When meeting an old friend, there are naturally countless things to say, but there are also countless sufferings that are difficult to express.

Running around the battlefield all day long, using what little value he has left.

The wind and sand gradually wore away the blood of the year, and gradually blew away the original enthusiasm.

Goodbye, it has been a long time.

He is still handsome and handsome, but he has been weather-beaten.

He said: "I thought, when my child grows up, I will hand over all the family affairs to him, and I will come back to accompany you..."

But Shen Yuyi refused.

Such words could no longer arouse a ripple in his heart.

No one knows what it will be like more than ten years later, and even at that time, whether I am still alive or not is a matter of debate.

Why promise this empty promise to let people down?

Having experienced too many hopes and disappointments, he is already tired, and his heart can no longer afford to toss, such ups and downs, it is really sad.

Looking at his melancholy and lonely figure in the reeds, my heart still hurts slightly.

15 years later.

Shen Yuyi hides in a quiet mountain village, weeds and farms all day long, and spends his free time growing flowers and hunting. Although his legs are not very flexible and his body is not as good as before, he can still do something. Said is also kind