ten steps one kill

Pay attention to the rules outside, especially the rules on the table.It is not a trivial matter for the master of a famous martial arts family to lynch in full view, and to commit such a shocking act of abuse.

Yan Yuehua seemed to have forgotten himself, she had no eyes on anyone else, she just stared fiercely at Feng Guangsheng, her eyes were sharper than a sword.

Liu Hongfeng was also among the onlookers, feeling very sour.He had dealt with Yan Yuehua before, and when the two confronted each other across the cage fence, the other person still had a different face, calm and demure, with a proud character, and at such a young age, he had an aura that should not be underestimated, which made people daunting.However, the tighter the string, the faster it will be damaged when it breaks. The string belonging to Yan Yuehua is completely broken, and along with Yan Qianfan's dying life, it gradually loses control and slides into the abyss.

In this sleepless night illuminated by fire, how many rare things in the world are still to crumble and crumble.

Driven by an indescribable impulse, Liu Hongfeng took a step forward, trying to reach out to Yan Yuehua.However, his shoulder was held down.The other hand took a step forward and held him firmly from behind.

Song Yungui's hand.

When everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Yuehua, Song Yungui inadvertently approached Liu Hongfeng's ear, and said in an inaudible voice: "We have waited so hard for this moment, don't be bored and ruin this beautiful scenery .”

Liu Hongfeng didn't make a sound, but slowly lowered his hands, his brows were furrowed in the firelight, and the wrinkles were very clear.

Song Yungui leaned into his ear and chuckled: "Our great hero who speaks up for justice must not feel compassion for Yan Yuehua, right?"

Liu Hongfeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a faint wry smile: "Anyway, Yan Qianfan is also my friend."

"Friend?" Song Yungui raised his eyebrows, "You are a person who doesn't even change your face when you betray your love, so you won't be soft-hearted towards mere friends."

Of course Liu Hongfeng understood the other party's meaning, Song Yungui's words were really good, he easily opened his heart with a few simple words, and drew out a face from the depths, a face that he would never want to recall at this moment, impartial before his eyes.

He shrugged and said, "Just talking."

Of course he would not stop Yan Yuehua from collapsing.

In the time the two exchanged a few whispers, Feng Guangsheng had already lost ten fingers.Ten fingers connected to the heart, the miserable cry echoed in everyone's ears.

Even those who have seen the world, seeing the scene of abuse, can't help but feel frightened.Even the severe torture by cruel officials is much gentler than Yan Yuehua's sword intent.

Yan Yuehua's sword intent has far surpassed the killing intent, and when the sword falls, she can't wait to tear the opponent's soul into pieces.

"Do you regret it?" the sword bearer asked in a hoarse voice.

Feng Guangsheng opened his eyes slightly in trembling, and nodded his head very slightly.Until he experienced it himself, he had never thought about the feeling of losing ten fingers. The pain was so severe that it was not enough to knock him down completely. His mind was still clear, but the thoughts of resistance and escape had been taken away. , smoked cleanly, leaving nothing behind.

A pair of bloodshot eyes looked at him without the slightest pity, and he heard the voice say, "It's too late to regret."

Lift him off the ground with one hand.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Yan Yuehua put Feng Guangsheng's bloody body on his shoulders, turned around and started walking.

People quickly saw that Yan Yuehua's destination was the stone pagoda behind everyone.

"You... you... let go..."

Feng Guangsheng called out weakly, thinking of suicide, but unfortunately his teeth were chattering and his lips could not be closed at all. Yan Yuehua held his stumped arm and carried him on his back. With every bumpy step, he coughed up A mouthful of blood, in the end, probably choked on his own blood, he didn't even have the strength to bite his tongue.

He returned to the Nantian Pagoda again, and the steps he climbed with joy just now became a dead end leading to the underworld.

Under the pagoda, Liu Hongfeng also raised her head quietly. Perhaps the situation at that moment was so solemn that there was not a single noise in the crowd.Only the sound of Tutu's footsteps came from the tower, slow and deep.

Yan Yuehua was thin, but her footsteps sounded like a dormant monster.It seemed that he was not the only one walking on the stone steps, but the overlapping figures of the ancestors of the Yan family from generation to generation.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, the stars are sparse, and the lights of the Nantian Tower illuminate the night.

Two shadows floated in the firelight, with the window frame as the edge, the figures of Yan Yuehua and Feng Guangsheng were like a picture scroll.

The scroll was still for a short moment, and then, with a sound of ping, the flames that were originally quietly burning suddenly rose high, filling the entire canvas in an instant, and the dramatic movement of the two shadows also accelerated accordingly.

Standing in the distance, Liu Hongfeng could see clearly. The firelight magnified Yan Yuehua's movements countless times. He lifted Feng Guangsheng high and threw it onto the lampstand.

The lampstand fell over, and hot lamp oil overflowed from the rim of the bowl and splashed on Feng Guangsheng's body.The flames were also drawn, dancing over the fuel-stained flesh.

Yan Yuehua dodged to the side, and the shadow leaped out from the edge, leaving the scope of the frame.Therefore, the window where the flames danced became Feng Guangsheng's stage alone.I saw his body writhing with all his strength, trying to escape but staggering and falling to the ground, like a mad snake, a twitching frog, his shadow was broken and stuck together over and over again, vividly interpreting the four words of dying struggle.

What a one-man show.

"I will let you taste all the hardships that the Yan family has suffered today. You can go to the Palace of the King of Hell to repent in the future."

Yan Yuehua said in a low voice, there was no one else in the tower, no one heard his voice, no one saw his face, so he raised the corners of his mouth, showing a crazy attitude of leaning back and forth, his smile was brighter than the firelight.

The ancestors of the Yan family from generation to generation seemed to be smiling on his face, with a ferocious and carefree smile.

The overflowing lamp oil burned blazingly. After a long time, the fire finally became smaller and darker, and the shadow dancing in the fire turned into a black and thin strip. Then, with the last effort, it made a leap and jumped out of the frame.

Feng Guangsheng jumped out of the window and fell down the straight stone wall.

His body was still covered with fire, and he was like a ball of burning fire, falling on the dark night ground with a muffled sound.

In the window sill and on the ground, the light of the fire weakened and gradually extinguished. In the end, only the scorched remains of the burnt body remained.

The end of the show.

Yan Yuehua walked out of the tower slowly.

When he took the first step, the crowd waiting outside the tower took a step back in unison, and the soles of their feet made a sound of brushing, as if they were welcoming him.

He was still wearing the usual crane cloak, and his expression returned to calm. However, the crane cloak was stained with red, which was so bright and dazzling against the dark background. It was obviously blood, but it seemed like the aftertaste of flames.

He held another sword in his hand, Mo Xie Sword.

When everyone retreated, only Song Yungui took a step forward, stopped in front of him, and said: "This sword can no longer be kept by you."

Yan Yuehua didn't hide or evade, and met Song Yungui's sight directly.

Although Dongfengtang and Zhujianzhuang are evenly matched in the arena, Yan Yuehua is much younger than Song Yungui. If one ignores status and only considers seniority, Song Yungui is undoubtedly his elder.Even if his aura can deter others, there is nothing he can do against the Pojiao Hall Master Song.

Song Yungui blocked his way, and said in a stern tone that taught juniors: "Yan Yuehua, your behavior is really not that of a gentleman."

"Is that so?" Yan Yuehua just responded lightly, and said, "How many real gentlemen are there standing here? They are just ghosts in human skin."

Song Yungui's expression froze, he raised his cane, and hit the ground heavily: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Yan Yuehua laughed, the smile seemed a bit bitter, his face was covered with blackened ashes from the fire, and then he stretched out his hand, and sent the lost and recovered ancient famous sword to the other party's eyes: "Hall Master Song intends to keep Mo Xie sword, just take it."

He acted generously and without any hesitation, but Song Yungui was taken aback for a moment, and said: "I am harsh on you to urge you to repent, not to ask you to shirk your responsibility."

Yan Yuehua said: "That would be a pity, I don't regret everything I did today, everyone I killed."

Song Yungui stared at him intently, and after a while, he finally raised his hand to hold the scabbard.The heavy weight was quickly transferred to his hands, and the palm touched the elegant and ancient lines, leaving a unique touch.

It is indeed a good sword, but is it really just this sword that the martial arts people are fighting for?Of course not, what people desire more is the power and status it symbolizes.

Because, entrusting Moxie Sword to Zhujianzhuang for safekeeping is an affirmation of its status.As a unique sword-making family in the Jianghu, the Yan family has hundreds of years of family business accumulation, full of magical weapons and sharp weapons, and has cultivated countless craftsmen. Even if the emperor's prime minister came to ask for an imperial edict, he still had to show respect and courtesy.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yuehua simply gave up on it.

It was not only Song Yungui who was surprised, but even the three sword guards who came to greet the owner of the villa were also taken aback, casting doubtful and confused eyes on Yan Yuehua.

They all thought they had heard wrong.However, as if to prove his words, Yan Yuehua spoke again: "Jian Zhuzhuang will withdraw from the Jianghu from now on, and all kinds of disputes in the martial arts will have nothing to do with my Yan family in the future."

The sword guard, who had always been calm and stern, inevitably panicked at this moment, and raised his voice and asked, "What? Young master, what are you talking about?"

Yan Yuehua bowed slowly, kept bowing, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, after tonight, I will no longer be the owner of Zhujianzhuang, Zhujianzhuang will no longer accept apprentices, and the remaining disciples Come and go freely, if you plan to go on another journey, you can go now, and I will never stop you."

The three of them didn't leave, but just looked at him blankly.

Song Yungui also looked at him, frowned and said: "You are young and impulsive, and you show off your quick tongue, but there is no way to go back on your word in the future."

"Repent?" He chuckled, and said, "Although I, Yan Yuehua, am young, I always keep my word, and what I say must be kept. I hope Hall Master Song will be a witness for me, so that others will not believe me."

Perhaps her tone was too firm, Song Yungui didn't say anything more.

After finishing speaking, Yan Yuehua only felt that the knots all over her body were spit out, and even her steps became much lighter.He walked forward, and wherever he passed, the crowd consciously parted to make way for him.People's eyes fell on him, with ridicule, doubt, disappointment, and gloating in their eyes.But he turned a blind eye.At this moment, there is only one person in his eyes, even if that person is unconscious, dying, unable to respond to his ardent expectations.

He came to Yan Qianfan's side and squatted down cautiously.

He had just thrown away Mo Xiejian, and his hands were empty, just used to hug Yan Qianfan's remnant body.

Yan Qianfan still didn't make any response, no matter how much he hoped for a miracle to happen, the reality was always ruthless and betrayed his expectations time and time again.He lowered his head and looked at the pale face just a few feet away.Once again, he felt that Yan Qianfan was completely different from himself. From the appearance alone, it was impossible to tell that they were siblings.

He thought, this is probably God's punishment, the father's blood relationship still can't match the hostility between the two mothers, they have been separated by a wall since birth, the family relationship is indifferent and alienated, even if they met every day when they were young, the words they said were only a handful Counting, not to mention being separated for ten years, without hearing from each other, they seem like strangers when they reunite.

Even at this moment, when he held Yan Qianfan in his arms, his mood still didn't fluctuate much.He has dealt with cold iron for too long, and even his heart has become cold and hard, with a rusty taste. Even standing next to the forge with smoldering smoke and red and purple air, he can't feel the taste of warmth.

With a body made of cold iron, even if you climb to the top of the martial arts world and trample all living beings under your feet, what joy can you get?

In the battle for the heir, he was the winner, but he envied Yan Qianfan's fortune, envied him for leaving the cage of indifference, and gave birth to a fiery heart.

At this moment, the scorching heart pressed against him through the slightly cool body, which made him feel sincerely at ease.He thought, the heads of the Yan family have wielded countless famous swords, but no one has ever truly held a living being in their arms.Every time he drives the inner strength method handed down by his family, he seems to be floating in the clouds, lonely and helpless.But right now, he is holding his heavy body in his arms and stepping steadily on the solid ground under his feet.

From now on, it doesn't matter if you become poor and become a grassroots bandit.Even if he was driven away by his enemies, retaliated by the wicked, and had to be displaced, wandering around the world, so what's the matter.At least at this moment, he doesn't have to be trapped in a cocoon anymore, he doesn't have to be burdened by fame and fortune, get involved in intrigue and competition, and be in constant fear.His soul is free and can go anywhere.

Tonight he left everything behind—status, fame, fortune.Just for a strange half-brother, isn't he the stupidest person in the world, he would be ridiculed by the people of the world during his lifetime, and he would continue to endure the reprimand of his parents after death.But he didn't feel remorse, nor did he feel regretful. The wind passed through his chest, bringing unprecedented joy. He lowered his head again, and a heartfelt impulse arose in his heart, wanting to share his life with the blood-connected life in his arms. joy.

He forgot about the world around him, and just quietly stared at Yan Qianfan's face, as if he finally found a familiar shadow in the strange eyebrows.

—It really is my brother.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Under the gaze of everyone, he hugged Yan Qianfan's body, turned around slowly, and took a step forward, leaving right and wrong behind him, and his back was quickly lost in the night, and he could no longer see it.

The night was getting darker, as if a banquet was coming to an end, the guests of honor left the table, and the staggered toasting lights also fell into silence. Although there were many people staying in the banquet, they had already lost their interest, scattered like a plate of scattered sand.

The people in Xilingzhai were especially miserable. They were betrayed and fooled overnight, and they lost their reputation and future at the same time.Feng Guangsheng went to death in disgrace, and An Guangsha bid farewell sadly. The six principals had just recovered their lives from the life-and-death struggle.But where can I find a doctor in the middle of the night, those who stay are either young or old, and most of them are at a loss, bewildered.

A sound of footsteps startled them. It was Liu Hongfeng who came back, followed by two people, holding a wooden bucket they found somewhere, and the bucket contained clear water from Huichuan.

Sea water is too salty and will corrode wounds. If you want to treat the wounded, you must use clean water.Liu Hongfeng directed the two to put the wooden barrel beside the wounded, and then took out a few medicine packs from his bosom, and said, "Here are some antiseptic and analgesic medicines, which can be applied after dissolving in water. Tonight, wait until tomorrow to find a doctor to take a closer look."

The water and medicine delivered in the middle of the night are like sending charcoal in the snow.Everyone thanked him one after another, and then they surrounded the injured companion and took care of him with all their might.

Liu Hongfeng let out a long breath, and before he had time to rest for a while, he heard a voice say: "Brother Liu, what should we do from now on?"

He turned his head, met the other person's gaze, and quickly recognized the face in front of him, it was the boy who stopped An Guangsha just now.

"What's your name?"

"Qi Shun, everyone calls me Ah Shun."

"How old is this year?"

"Sixteen...it will be sixteen next month."

As Shun said, he tried his best to straighten his back, his thin body was deliberately elongated, like a bamboo knot that was desperately raised, but his cheeks were still childish, and his shoulders still had a childlike curvature, so Liu Hongfeng stood in front of him. Patted on the shoulder, said: "If you believe me, you might as well advance and retreat with me first, and make plans after leaving Yingzhou Island safely."

"Would you like to come with us?"

"Why not?"

Ah Shun frowned, and said, "Xiling Village has already lost its reputation, aren't you afraid of losing face?"

Liu Hongfeng chuckled lightly, and said, "I'm a person of the highest rank. I've lost more face than I've eaten. I have nothing to be afraid of."

Ah Shun looked at him and said: "In the past, the young head of the family only told us to focus on making progress. Only after seeing you did I think that maybe it's not bad to be a generation of three religions and nine streams."

Liu Hongfeng said: "Then after you leave Yingzhou Island, you can try it."

Ah Shun shook his head, with an annoyed look on his face: "Although it is good to be free, I should still defend southern Xinjiang. There is a family in Huashuiwan who treats me very well and often invites me to visit. He even sewed a purse for me. Later, when the Waipu army invaded, Ah Rong and his family fled. I don’t know where I am now and whether it’s safe. I should return my home to them..."

Liu Hongfeng was slightly taken aback, he didn't know where Huashuiwan was, and of course he didn't know Miss A Rong, but after hearing what A Shun said, his heart moved.The young man in front of him looks simple and honest, and he can't speak good reasoning in his clumsy mouth. The reason for practicing martial arts is probably just to protect the safety of his sweetheart. The foundation of the so-called chivalry and good faith.

Liu Hongfeng fixed Ah Shun's eyes, and said: "Then leave Yingzhou Island and go find them, especially to find that girl."

"Okay." Ah Shun nodded, showing a slightly shy smile.A pair of bright eyes shone with hope.Liu Hongfeng looked at him calmly. He is still young and has expectations for the future, which is really an enviable thing.

After Ah Shun left, someone soon came up, this time it was a disciple of Dongfeng Hall, his face seemed a little stiff, standing in front of Liu Hongfeng, and said in a stiff voice: "Master Song, please go over."

"where to?"

The man raised his hand and pointed away from the crowd. There was a carriage parked halfway up the mountain with a rather luxurious sedan chair on it.

Song Yungui's legs and feet are inconvenient, and he often travels in a sedan chair, this is a well-known fact in the martial arts world.And he is romantic and affectionate by nature, so he often drives a sedan chair to have private meetings with lovers from all walks of life. It is best to stay away from him during private meetings, and he must not be bored and spoil his scenery. This is also the person in Dongfengtang Everyone knows.

Liu Hongfeng looked at the empty sedan chairs, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Isn't your hall master planning to find a man to spend time with and have fun with, on a whim?"

It is difficult for ordinary people to say, but Liu Hongfeng can always say it without changing his expression.This is his temperament and his ability.Seeing that the window paper was pierced, the man's face became even more ugly, and said: "The hall master has his own arrangements, and I invite Mr. Feng to go there in person and ask for clarification."

Liu Hongfeng chuckled lightly, and said, "Are you afraid that I won't go? Don't worry, the night is long, and I also want to find someone to kill the time. If Hall Master Song is lucky enough to be here, I'll be happy before it's too late."

"Then please." The man said in a stiff voice, and he turned his eyes away after speaking, not looking at Liu Hongfeng's face.

Liu Hongfeng looked at the other party with great interest.He thought, most of the men in the world are arrogant and arrogant, never tolerant of other people's obsessions, if it is not for Song Yungui's face today, his spine might be broken.

He didn't mind, the world's cold eyes and ridicule had already become his daily routine, and the current humiliating situation had instead become his best shield to cover up his sincerity.

Amidst some contemptuous gazes, he walked steadily towards the carriage.

There are thick curtains hanging outside the carriage, and graceful silk and satin are wrapped in fur, which can not only block the cold wind, but also block the sound and light. From a distance, it looks like a closed city.

Liu Hongfeng lifted the curtain and got into the sedan chair. A bloody smell rushed into his nostrils, making him frown immediately.

Of course he understood that Song Yungui definitely didn't call him here just to joke about Fengyue.

It took him a moment to get used to the darkness in the curtain, and then he saw Song Yungui's face.Dongfeng Tangtang was sitting in the chair. On the left was a cane that was useless except for camouflaging slope feet. On the right was a thick cloak. He took off the cloak and took off most of the shirt on the right, revealing half of it. On the shoulder, there is a long scar on the shoulder.

The wound was not too deep and would not affect life, but it was by no means an ordinary bump. It looked like it was left by a sharp sword, and the scars were neat. It must have come from a sharp edge and familiar swordsmanship.

Song Yungui was not polite to Liu Hongfeng, seeing him coming, he asked straight to the point: "The wound medicine you gave to those people just now, can you give me some too?"

Liu Hongfeng spread his hands and said, "You should have told me earlier that the medicine I brought has been used up."

Song Yungui smirked, and said: "You really deserve to be the chivalrous Mr. Feng, the great benefactor of Xiling Village, that's all, I'll bear it."

Liu Hongfeng asked again: "How did you get this injury?"

Song Yungui said: "Just now I asked your good friend to slash with a sword."

"Yan Qianfan?"

"Exactly."

Song Yungui's calm attitude reminded Liu Hongfeng once again that the person in front of him was the black hand behind the scenes wearing a green-skinned fang mask, who was the origin of all disputes. Faces stir up trouble.

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help frowning, and said: "Whoever wants you has to go to the Nantian Tower to attend the appointment in person, even if he rings the bell, you can choose not to show up."

Song Yungui chuckled, and said, "I am a man of my word, how can I let him down for his hard work."

Liu Hongfeng only felt a heavy heart sinking, and asked unconsciously: "Then can he still be saved?"

Song Yungui raised his eyebrows: "I didn't kill people, what's the use of you asking me? Even I didn't expect that he would really steal the Moye sword, steal a stranger's face, and come to see me persistently .If he really wants to kill himself, the person behind it is not me, but you."

Liu Hongfeng couldn't help being startled, then slowly lowered his head, thoughts that he tried to avoid came to his mind one after another.He recalled that he had just seen Yan Qianfan's injury up close, and from the look on his face, the hope of recovery was very slim. Even if he managed to save his life, his head would probably be seriously damaged. It is a trivial matter to lose all his martial arts, and even his mind would be damaged. It may not be able to maintain the previous appearance.

The perpetrator was Feng Guangsheng, but he was behind all of this.

He was lost in thought when he heard a knocking sound not far away, and immediately showed surprise.

It turned out that besides Song Yungui, there was another person in the car.

The interior of the car was dim, only a little light from the sky leaked in near the seams of the curtains, and the rest of the corners were shrouded in darkness.

The man's face emerged from the darkness, but his complexion was so white and shiny, and the fine powder revealed a beautiful color, which formed a strong contrast with the dry and cold night around him, like a ghost who had strayed into the world.

It's Nangong Jin.

Liu Hongfeng saw her face clearly, and the stone hanging in his heart fell. It was not surprising that this person appeared in the car. Compared to himself, she was the one An Guangsha should have had a tryst with. Accustomed to the dark environment, Liu Hongfeng didn't know how long she had been hiding here, maybe everything that happened under the Nantian Tower did not escape her eyes.

She also saw the astonished expression on Liu Hongfeng's face, so she lowered her head slightly and said, "After all, I have died once, I hope I didn't scare Mr. Feng."

Liu Hongfeng immediately leaned over and said, "Of course not."

She held a roll of cotton yarn in her hand, cut it into just the right length, and she had been staying in the corner preparing this just now.After a short greeting with the visitor, her eyes quickly returned to Song Yungui's body, and her eyes fell on the bloody wound, with bursts of anxiety floating in her eyes.

Under Liu Hongfeng's watchful eye, she picked up the cotton gauze, moved closer to Song Yungui, carefully wrapped it around his shoulders, and groped in the dark to bandage him.

There was no wound medicine, and the wound was more painful than usual. Song Yungui made a hissing sound from time to time. Nangong Jin stretched out his fingers and stroked her side neck and shoulder sockets. Every time the slender fingers touched her, Song Yungui's voice would calm down a little. It seems to draw plenty of comfort from it.After the bandaging was finally over, a drop of sweat oozed from his forehead and slid down Song Yungui's cheek. Nangong Jin stretched out his hand just right, and caught that drop of warm and sticky sweat with his fingertips.

The wind outside could not blow through the curtains, and the air in the sedan chair was hot and dry. Nangong Jin's fingers rested on Song Yungui's chin, stroking against the fine stubble. Chunshui stared at each other lovingly.

Song Yungui also stared at her, raised his other intact arm, wrapped it around her shoulder, put his palm behind her head, inserted his rough fingers into the hair, and stroked it gently.

The two looked at each other in the dark, their eyes intertwined and lingering, showing countless tenderness, even the air between the two blended into a ball, wrapping the two in an invisible net.

Although Liu Hongfeng was well-informed and thick-skinned like a city wall, he felt a little embarrassed when he saw the scene in front of him, and could not help squinting his eyes.

Of course he remembered that Nangong Jin was Duan Qichang's wife and Duan Changya's mother, but she showed such undisguised tenderness in front of another man.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Song Yungui turned to Liu Hongfeng and said, "I have known her much earlier than Duan."

When he said this, a smile floated on Song Yungui's face. The smile was bright and shy. It was not as majestic and domineering as usual. It was like a completely different person.

Liu Hongfeng asked: "I would like to hear the details."

Song Yungui said: "Many years ago, I was still penniless. I was running a dart business with others in southern Xinjiang. Unexpectedly, my partner colluded with the bandits and deliberately lured me into a trap. I was beaten to the last breath, and I gave all my property to the bodyguard, and almost starved to death on the side of the road. With the thought of breaking the pot, I rushed to the middle of the road, risked my life, stopped a carriage, kowtowed and begged How did I know that it was actually a tour bus of Prince Pingnan's mansion, and the people sitting in the bus were the Nangong sisters and brothers."

Liu Hongfeng showed a look of complete surprise: "So there is such an adventure."

Song Yungui nodded, and continued: "She saved my life, gave me food and water, and bandaged my wounds like today. At that time, I was desperate, so I begged her to take me back to the Pingnan Palace, and leave me alone. I'm working at the house."

Speaking of this, his voice became a little hoarse. Nangong Jin immediately took the water bag, opened it, and fed it to his mouth.

Song Yungui took a sip of sweet water, let out a hearty exclamation from the depth of his throat, and then continued: "I swear under the Pingnan throne, even if I am made to be an ox or a horse in the future, I will never complain. But Nangong The people in my family are more generous and kind than I imagined, and they didn't let me be a cow, and even cultivated me carefully, and she treated me very well, and it hasn't changed from the beginning to the end."

His tone became soft and sweet, and the just right darkness blurred the edges and corners of his face, making him look young and calm. If it wasn't for the dry smell of blood floating around, he would almost look like a sincere boy who was in love and couldn't help himself .

Liu Hongfeng narrowed his eyes and looked at him, and asked: "In this case, you can stay in Pingnan Palace as an errand, why choose to leave?"

Song Yungui chuckled, and said: "The reason is very simple. As long as I stay in Pingnan Palace, I will always be just a servant. No matter how good she treats me, she will always treat me with tenderness. But I am not satisfied. Here, I want to take her as my own and let her belong to me alone."

After speaking, Nangong Jin's face flushed red, but she moved closer to Song Yungui's embrace.

As a relative of the emperor, King Pingnan has a noble status, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people.Therefore, Song Yungui had no choice, if he wanted to legally marry Nangong Jin, he had to gain fame.

So, a few years later, Dongfengtang became famous and quickly became one of the famous families in the Jianghu.If there were no subsequent changes, Song Yungui's deeds should have become a good story about talented scholars and beautiful ladies, exiled to future generations.

Liu Hongfeng pierced his remembrance with a flat tone, saying: "But you came late. By the time you became famous, Pingnan Wang's daughter had already married Duan Qichang as his wife. It's her own choice."

The smile on Song Yungui's face disappeared quickly, and after pulling out his thoughts to recall, his expression aged a lot in a moment, and he looked at the distinguished guest opposite with a pair of cold eyes, and said: "You young man, you have a delicate face. , the mouth is very poisonous."

Liu Hongfeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, Hall Master Song doesn't need my sweet words."

Song Yungui chuckled, and said: "I know what you're thinking, you think I'm pitiful and pathetic, but I don't think so. No matter where she is or who she marries, in my opinion, she is still the same as before. As long as I keep her in my heart, I don't care if she has me in her heart. If she is living a happy life, I will never disturb her, but if she encounters misfortune, I must stand up."

"So you want to take revenge on Duan Qichang?"

"Yes, Duan Qichang made my sweetheart heartbroken, so I must make him pay the price."

After Song Yungui finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, not caring about the injury on his arm, and pulled Nangong Jin into his arms, tightened his arms intimately, and at the same time buried his head in her ear and whispered: "Don't worry, I will never hurt you in the future." I will leave you, and I will always be by your side until your revenge is avenged and your wishes come true."

The person in his arms nodded slightly.

On the one hand, there is a cold conspiracy, and on the other hand, there is deep affection.He can switch between inside and outside so skillfully that no one can see any flaws at all.

Liu Hongfeng stared at Song Yungui, secretly amazed at this man's palace.

Song Yungui seemed to be aware of his gaze, turned to him and said, "Master Feng seems to have doubts about me?"

"How could it be?" Liu Hongfeng immediately shook his head, "Hall Master Song is so emphatic in love and righteousness, I'm not touched yet, how can I doubt it."

Song Yungui raised the corner of his mouth and said, "This is too modest. If you talk about emphasizing love and righteousness, you will not lose to me at all."

The night was gloomy, but Song Yungui's eyes were even darker.

Liu Hongfeng met those eyes, as if being sucked into a bottomless abyss.It took him some time to calm down, and said: "Where is it, I don't have any sweethearts, and my only thoughts are revenge."

Song Yungui said with a smile: "That's right, but the young master of the Duan family is absolutely devoted to you. If he didn't sacrifice his life to save you, he wouldn't have relapsed and fell into the current situation."

Liu Hongfeng asked back: "Isn't the current situation just in line with Hall Master Song's wishes?"

Song Yungui still stared at Liu Hongfeng, with a meaningful look in his eyes, nodded and said: "To be honest, before I came to Yingzhou Island, I was always worried about how to deal with Duan Qichang. After all, the Tianji Gate has a high position and powerful position, so I want to force this old fox to show his weakness. , is not an easy task, but you have solved a big problem for me, I really should thank you very much."

"Hall Master Song is being polite."

"If you have any requirements, you might as well tell me and give me a chance to give back. The world says that I am romantic and affectionate by nature, and I don't want to break up marriages. Bad people are good things."

Hearing Song Yungui's words, Liu Hongfeng felt a faint fear in his heart. His feet seemed to be stepping on the edge of a trap, and there was no way out. He simply met the other's eyes and said, "Is Hall Master Song planning to lure me to intercede for Duan Changya?" ?”

Song Yungui was stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect his opponent to be so straightforward, and he was speechless for a while.

Liu Hongfeng chased after the victory, and said: "I think you are worrying too much. I don't care about Duan Changya's life or death. I just lured him, just like you lured Feng Guangsheng to collude with his relatives and betray the country for glory."

Song Yungui's face darkened: "I think you have misunderstood. I didn't mean that Feng Guangsheng colluded with Waipu people. Dongfengtang is a prestigious family, so how could he deal with foreign relatives?"

"So, Feng Guangsheng's accusation is false?"

"Feng Guangsheng is a rare evil embryo. He set fire to the village and slaughtered the boatmen, all of which were his clever schemes. In order to fight for the power of a mere family