Fengguixu

"Your Highness!"

Cang Ming let out a low cry, and seven or eight people rushed forward from the sidelines, slashing and attacking fiercely, he was forced to back away from Shen and Feng, and had to swing his knife to block the fight. Invisibility, suddenly felt bad.

At this time, the sky changed suddenly, dark clouds surged violently, covering the sky, and the wind blew heavy snow, blinding his eyes. When Cang Ming opened his mouth, he swallowed a mouthful of wind, his throat tightened, and he hissed: "Shen Shaoxia, Shaoxia Qian!" Don't do anything stupid..."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders sank suddenly, and when he looked sideways, a black iron ghost ax was savagely gouged on his shoulders, cutting open the muscles and splitting the collarbone, causing blood to fly everywhere.Severe pain hit, Cang Ming's eyes were full of large and small light circles, the person who cut him was still exerting pressure, he clenched his teeth, grabbed the handle of the ax, resisted for a moment, was still pressed until his knees bent, and knelt down in the snow.His head hangs down, and the sharpened blade of the Fengxue knife slams into the hard rock, barely supporting his precarious body.

Hearing the sound, Shen Xu turned his head, his eyes turned cold, suddenly a blue light flickered, and the Buyi sword was thrown, and it rushed towards Cang Ming's face wrapped in a strong wind like lightning.

Cang Ming stared at Fei Jian, his pupils shrank a little.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer, until it brushed against his ear, and shot back!

The person behind was startled suddenly, and in a hurry wanted to draw an ax to block it, but the ax sank too deep into Cang Ming's shoulder, and couldn't pull it out after three or two strokes, so he hesitated for two breaths, piercing through the heart without bullying the sword. And pass, straight through his body.Killing one person is not counted, the power of the long sword does not diminish, and it goes forward and kills another person, and then kills another person, killing three people in a row, and flew for more than three feet, before it landed in front of a pair of gray cloth shoes and stuck straight on the ground.

The sky and the earth were dark, the wind and snow were as dark as darkness, and the ink-colored sword was full of blood, trembling unceasingly.

Seeing this thrilling scene, everyone was in a cold sweat. Many people were both afraid and admired, and they were fascinated by this superb martial arts.

Suddenly, a sharp female voice suddenly sounded: "Who is your Excellency? Why are you masked?"

Everyone finally woke up from a daze, and recognized the voice of Zhu Zhuangzhu, and turned their eyes to look.I saw an unremarkable old man in gray robe reach out and pull out the sword of no bullying stuck in front of him.He is tall and tall, covered with a black cloth, with a white bun on his head, but his eyes are as sharp as cold lightning.

Chu Jinghan asked a good question. Today’s counterattack on Tianchi Mountain, all sects and sects counted the number of people before departure, and no one has claimed it now. It is obvious that they are not disciples of various sects. In addition, Chan Master Shi Yuan was murdered just now. This person is a ghost Covering his face furtively, he looked more and more suspicious.

Facing the scrutiny of the crowd, the man remained calm, completely ignored Chu Jinghan's questioning, raised his foot through the crowd, and walked towards Shen Xu with his sword in hand.Other dignified figures like Helian Chunxing can be seen with just two eyes. Although he is dressed plainly, he walks steadily, has a calm demeanor, and has a dignified demeanor in his gestures. Who is the senior elder.

The gray-robed man walked all the way in front of Shen Xu before stopping, handed out the hilt of his sword, and asked, "You don't want this sword anymore?" His voice sounded old but gentle.

Shen Xu sat on his knees in the snow, put one hand around Feng Yin's shoulders, placed his forehead between his neck, and put his other hand on Feng Yin's chest, concentrated on feeling the heartbeat that was so weak that it was almost non-existent, and shook his head.

The gray-robed man said solemnly: "The sword is with the people, and the sword abandons the way and destroys. Are you going to seal the sword in Tianchi for this devil today?"

There was a reprimand in his tone.

Shen Xu said indifferently: "This sword is not mine at all."

The gray-robed man paused, and his tone softened again: "This sword is not that sword. The sword I'm talking about is the sword in your heart."

Shen Xu lowered his eyes: "My heart can no longer hold a sword."

The gray-robed man looked at him meaningfully, then looked at Feng Yin in his arms who didn't know life and death, and sighed: "The catastrophe lasts forever, and the life is endless. Rather, the roots are deep and the autumn is spring. Everything, it is One grows and the other disappears, and the cycle goes on and on, why do you need to be persistent?"

persistent?Shen Xu wanted to laugh.

After a while, he raised his eyelids, looked up at the gray-robed man from bottom to top.Pale golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, and the gray-robed man's face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed coldly.

Shen Xu twitched the corners of his lips: "I am deeply obsessed, so why not you, Master?"

"Master", the voice is very soft, but everyone at Tianchi Peak can hear clearly.

"Why, Your Excellency is the old hero Feng?" Chong Yunzi shouted first, his shock was beyond words, "You, you were not chased by Sikong..."

Since he left the customs, he has been resentful and annoyed for not being able to compete with Feng Weigui every day. He never dreamed that today, Feng Weigui would come back from the dead. He was astonished and delighted to admire him. He really is a great master of a generation. Died so easily?As soon as he was happy, he became puzzled again. Since Feng Bugui is still alive, his apprentice Shen Xu first suffered the wrong of killing his master all these years, and then fought to the death with Sikong Zhufeng to avenge his master. , why didn't he come out and explain clearly?Not only that, but at the time when Jiange was humiliated on Meiwu Ridge, Sect Leader Chang was slaughtered, and he didn't come forward to rescue him. Could it be...he was cheating death?Want to completely retire from the arena?Then why show up now?Wait, the man in gray who hit Zen Master Shi Yuan with three palms just now, could it be him?

For a while, all kinds of questions came one after another, and vigilance gradually appeared in his eyes.

It wasn't just him, if it wasn't for the fear that the master and the apprentice were weird, the slander in the stomachs of the people would have been uttered, and the sky would explode.

Hearing "hahahaha" laugh loudly, the man in gray robe removed the black cloth on his face, and it was astonishing that the wind was not as good as that face. Those present who knew him and even went to the funeral in person opened their mouths wide in astonishment .

Well, it's really a scam.

Feng Bugui glanced at them with a smile, he didn't take it seriously, and only said to Shen Xu: "It seems that you have already guessed that the teacher is still alive."

Shen Xu looked calm: "Three years ago, after the battle at Banchi Peak, I went back to Xuanjing Peak."

The wind is too late to caress the long beard: "I know it as a teacher, and I still know it as a teacher. Once you go back, you dug the grave of the teacher without saying a word."

Shen Xu didn't deny it either: "As I expected, the coffin is empty."

Feng couldn't wait to say: "Perhaps someone stole the body of the teacher?"

"That's right, someone did dig you out." Shen Xu rested his chin on the top of Feng Yin's hair, and rubbed it unconsciously, "Back then you were suspended under the eyes of Tuer, and then you were in front of so many sword pavilions. The disciple's face is buried in the coffin, no matter how strong the martial arts are, it must be very difficult to dig out the dirt and break out of the coffin with only one's own strength? But if someone helps you, it will be very simple."

Feng Bugui showed appreciation and motioned for him to continue.

"Once I start to suspect that you are still alive, many problems that have troubled me for a long time will be solved one by one." Shen Xu's voice seemed to be frozen in the cold wind and snow, without a trace of warmth, "For example, the night you died, Why did Wuduyouyou happen to be bumped into by me? For example, as stubborn as a demon, with eyes higher than the top, why did you have a heart for me, and coaxed me all the way and never gave up. For example, in the past three years, all sects have been driven by the holy religion, Why is the Jiange alone in a safe corner, unaffected? Even three years ago, when Sikong Zhufeng was still alive, except for killing Senior Brother Chang on the Meiwu Ridge, she couldn't move the Jiange a single bit from the beginning to the end. Why? Why? I couldn't figure it out. She clearly hated the sword pavilion to the bone, so how could she be willing to miss this great opportunity to destroy the sect? Who is helping you? After thinking about it, in this world, apart from him, there is no one else who can follow Sikong Zhu Feng's subordinates will keep the Jiange."

The heartbeat under his palm became more and more sluggish, in order to protect that fragile heart, Shen Xu spent his internal energy like a torrent of smoke, but it had little effect.

"I teamed up with him, each taking what it needs. You also know that his mother and son have always been afraid of each other and check and balance each other." Feng Bugui admitted, "If Sikong Zhufeng is going to chase you down, Fengyin must protect him no matter what." When you go to the Jiange, no one will give way to the other, and no one can gain the upper hand. To them, you or the Jiange are just items for the game."

"What about you?" Shen Xu raised his head and asked, "What are disciples and Jiange to Master?"

"Being a teacher is naturally for your own good, and also for the good of the Jiange." Feng Wugui drooped his slack eyelids, caressing the hilt of the sword, stroking those ancient and simple lines little by little, just like stroking him. "At that time, Feng Yin came to look for his teacher and had a fight, but he lost both sides. Afterwards, he revealed his identity and explained his purpose of coming, saying that he wanted to find a trustworthy person to help him assassinate Sikong Zhufeng. He Qinghaiyan, my senior brother, is the best in the world in swordsmanship, and he has to tie the bell to untie the bell. He thought that there must be someone he was looking for in the Jiange, who could break the sword move created by the ancestor of the same origin. And he Although I have the ability to kill Sikong Zhufeng, but due to many considerations such as status and status, I can't do it. As for the teacher, the teacher is already old, and he has reached the limit in martial arts, and he can no longer break through. There is really no way to win Sure. In desperation, I had no choice but to recommend you to him as a teacher. Shen Xu, I have already said that you are a rare martial arts genius, but you are still young and indifferent by nature. , if you were not blind at the beginning, you didn’t even want to learn the formula of life and breath, if your teacher rashly asks you to kill someone, someone you have never met and has no hatred or hatred with you, you will definitely not want to.”

Shen Xu's eyes turned pale: "So you join forces with Feng Yin, pushing me step by step to force me to move forward. If there is no hatred, create hatred. If martial arts are not comparable, then you will directly or indirectly call me."

He thought of Yun Gee's forcibly imparting to him the great power of Tai Xiao, and also thought of Feng Yin's writing, "talking about wars on paper" with him.

"In martial arts, the most important thing is comprehension. Different states of mind lead to different ways of enlightenment. The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening. If it hadn't been for the suffering that ordinary people can't endure, how could it be possible to understand the way that ordinary people can't understand?" There seemed to be a fiery fire burning in his eyes, "Back then, my senior brother Yan Qinghe invited himself to go down the mountain to hone his mind in order to practice the way of swordsmanship. After returning from the journey, he won the name of Sword Master and revived the former glory of the Jiange. He can, why can't you? Shen Xu, the so-called separation of life and death, love and hatred, and suffering in the ten directions are all confusion. "Everything today, such as today's life. I have high hopes for you as a teacher, and I also hope that you will break through the barriers of emotion as soon as possible, and return to the pure, simple, supreme and fearless way of swordsmanship."

He handed the sword of no bullying again, and persuaded him in a gentle voice: "My good apprentice, as long as you kill Feng Yin, you will be the new head of Jiange, and a new generation of sword masters in the world."

The howling wind was deafening.

The sword of no bullying reflected the snow light, the tip of the sword was faintly bright, shining in the bottom of Shen Xu's deep eyes, there was no anger or pain in those eyes, only sadness and disappointment, his pale lips opened and closed gently, he murmured : "Heaven and earth are ruthless, life and death are impermanent, autumn goes and spring comes, calamity lasts forever. Jiange's breathing swordsmanship is not the sword of dawn, but the sword of nirvana that shatters all hopes and destroys all good things."

The wind was too late to comment, and his eyes were eager. In his eyes, Shen Xu's compassionate face had gradually overlapped with Yan Qinghe's back then. For a moment, he was in a daze, and unconsciously whispered: "Senior brother..."

"But I am not Yan Qinghe."

Shen Xu extinguished his longing all of a sudden, and pulled him back to reality.

"Yan Qinghe abandoned his wife and son in order to realize the way of swordsmanship. Isn't it enviable that he is so ungrateful and ungrateful? Feng Yin is right. What kind of sword master is just a person who deceives the world and steals the world. He is often sleepless at night. , how do you know that he doesn't regret it?" While speaking, Shen Xu suddenly became agitated, he took a deep breath, and called out in a low voice for the last time, "Master, do you know that Senior Brother Chang is dead?"

Feng Buji frowned, looked at Shen Hui puzzled, and said slowly: "Chang Xun, this child is narrow-minded by nature and dull in talent. He has formed cliques in the sect for many years, caused trouble, and even bullied you with other disciples. He If you die, wouldn't it be a good thing for you to succeed as the head?"

Hearing this, Shen Xu was silent, and after a while he spoke with difficulty: "Senior Sister Ni is also unfortunate..."

"This matter is unexpected for my teacher, and I feel deeply saddened." Feng Wuji waved his hand, "If Ni'er knows about it, I won't blame you."

Shen Xu looked at him straight, as if he had heard some joke, his handsome face was blushed, and a broken laugh came out of his throat: "Blame it on me? Haha, blame it on me?"

He asked back over and over again, laughing incessantly, as if he was insane.

The wind is not as good as: "Xu'er..."

"If you hadn't cheated to death, how could senior brother Chang misunderstand my murdering master? If he didn't misunderstand my murdering master, how could he want to kill me? If he didn't kill me, how could senior sister Ni be in a dilemma to block the sword for me? If it is true as what master said, Sister, there is a spirit in the spring, and I can only blame you, the instigator!" Shen Xu glared at each other, every word seemed to be biting on the back molars.

Feng Wugui had never seen Shen Xu get angry before, so he couldn't help but change his expression.

Shen Xu continued: "You have exhausted all your tricks, first join forces with Feng Yin, use me to get rid of Sikong Zhufeng, pretend to help Fengyin dominate the Jianghu, and then secretly contribute to the flames, leading those decent sects to fight against Tianchi Mountain, even at the expense of Lowering your identity, defrauding Feng Yin's trust and doing villainous acts like leaking secrets, Ji Jiying has done all of this, and now you are still trying to convince me that you did all this for me? Could it be that you really think I am Shen Xu would still believe you? You just didn’t count, didn’t count that Feng Yin would risk everything to lure the enemy with himself in order to preserve the Holy Cult, and didn’t count that Feng Yin was willing to give up his kung fu for the sake of dozens of subordinates. The wishful thinking of reaping the benefits of the fisherman with the loss of both sides, now the plan has completely collapsed, and because I have shown my skills, I have no choice but to come out and instigate me to kill Feng Yin, so as to save my reputation and ruin! After all, you Like Feng Yin, the lunatic, they all hate this martial arts, but Feng Yin wants to save it and cure it, and you, you just want to destroy it completely!"

His words were fierce, and his anger was unbearable. After speaking, he almost bowed and roared, his eyes were red, like an enraged lion.

Everyone was stunned, looking at each other.

Suddenly, there was a chill in his throat, and the sword of no bullying rested on his neck.

"Rebellious." The feigned enthusiasm on Feng's face faded away, revealing his sinister face, "Stop talking nonsense."

His chest rose and fell sharply, Shen Xu hugged Feng Yin tightly, buried his face in Feng Yin's hair, calmed down his agitated emotions, and said hoarsely after a while: "You saved my life, now you want to take it back, even though Do it."

He closed his eyes.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Amitabha." At this time, a black-clothed monk stepped out with a sullen expression on his face, "Benefactor Feng, you sneaked up on me for no reason and injured the abbot Shi Yuan sent by me. You must give me an explanation, right?"

The wind is not as good as holding the sword and tilting his head, leaning over, seems to be considering whether to admit the crime, after thinking for a long time, he smiled and said: "The bald donkeys in Wanxiang Temple always don't wade in the muddy water, and they look for leaks in good things, why are they willing to do so today?" Do you think this is a bird in the early days? Could it be that the old man's defeat today is already predicted?"

"What kind of good deeds did Master Feng secretly do? The Vientiane Temple has nothing to do with it. It's just that you hurt my head abbot today, and this matter can't be done well. Set up the formation——"

The monk gave an order, and the eighteen Wanxiang Temple monks held cooked copper sticks and opened them one by one.Judging by the posture, it is very bluffing.

The wind was too weak but he didn't care about it, he abandoned the sword and took out a thing that looked like a flute but was not made of pure gold from his sleeve.

Shen Xu recognized the thing: "Feng Zhe?"

Feng Bu took a look at him and said approvingly, "You recognize it."

Shen Xu frowned.

The wind is not as good as: "Since you recognize it, you should also know what the consequences will be once it is activated."

Shen Xu said: "The disciples of the Holy Cult have all escaped and dispersed, even if you use it, you will not be able to recall them."

"Good disciple, you are wrong this time. It is not used to gather the disciples of the Holy Cult nearby." The beard under the wind can't stop shaking, the wings of the nose are flaring, and the eyes are full of bone-chilling frenzy. "Do you know that there is a tunnel running through the mountain in the Tianchi Mountain under our feet. Two hundred stones of black powder are stored in the tunnel? Once these two hundred stones of fire powder are detonated, they can blow up the entire mountain."

There is gunpowder in the mountains!

The crowd was in an uproar, and their faces changed drastically.

Those who are timid and fearful will flee down the mountain.

"Don't move! Whoever dares to move again, I will pull the engine and shoot flag flowers into the air. When the responders see the signal, they will ignite the gunpowder fuse. At that time, everyone will be blown to pieces together with the old man, colorful, as if The heavenly girl scattered flowers, but they are so beautiful!"

The wind is too late to sound like a bell, loudly threatening.

On the peak, people turned their backs on their backs and were in a state of chaos.

"Don't move, don't move, don't fucking move!"

"This person is crazy! If he doesn't run away, will he stay here and be bombed into scum?"

"Grandma, whoever dares to run away again, I will chop him into scum immediately, believe it or not!"

"Master." In a disguised form, Shen Xu stared at Feng Wuji in his hand, tried to keep his voice steady, and persuaded, "Why are you doing this?"

The wind was not as good as before, his expression turned amiable, but the words he said were shocking: "My good apprentice, you have seen the ugly faces of these people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, as a teacher, I will blow up a nest of them to death right now. Take it easy, okay?"

Shen Xu swallowed: "You light the gunpowder, and if they die, will you be able to live? Are you working so hard, is it for today's death?"

"I don't need to go to this point. Originally, they and the Holy Cult were both at risk. When my Jiange became famous and reorganized the order of the Jianghu, if you really don't want to be the head, the teacher will not force you." He said, "But as you said, as a teacher, you have calculated thousands of times, but you have misjudged Feng Yin's character. , I have never disobeyed my master's orders, but now my wings are hardened, I no longer listen to my master's words, and dare to expose my master's faults in public."

"Disciple, disciple realizes his mistake." Shen Xu's eyes changed, he rolled over and knelt down, "Master, if you are really angry, you can just kill this disciple, and you don't need to take your own life... Shi Yuan, Zen Master Shi Yuan?"

In the middle of speaking, the ending turned sharply, and the wind could not subconsciously turn to look.

It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast, taking advantage of his distraction, Shen Xu kicked his left leg, and flew towards to snatch Feng Zhe, the wind was too late, but he reacted very quickly, turning around, he didn't see the figure of the bald donkey. Two feet away, Shen Xu hurriedly chased after him, and the two of them unleashed dozens of moves in the blink of an eye. The moves were elegant, fierce and ruthless, and the number of moves was the same.

"The ancients said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Xu'er, you and that boy Feng Yin have only been together for a few years, and you have completely forgotten the way of being a gentleman taught by your teacher. Now you have learned how to fight without deceit." , let's show off for the teacher." The wind is not too late, not fast, not slow.

"Don't blame the master, the disciple has no other choice."

Shen Xu specialized in the left hand of the wind, so that he could not free his hand to open the phoenix mechanism, but in this way, his moves were limited, and he could easily be caught by the wind, and because he was from the same school, the wind was not enough. Knowing his boxing skills like the back of his hand, he can always avoid danger and easily resolve it, and even has the strength to swap Feng Ju's left and right hands.

Seeing that Shen Xu couldn't grab Feng Zhe by scratching left and right, everyone was very anxious, and only heard the clang of a knife.

Chu Jinghan drew his sword and rushed over: "Shen Shaoxia, Chu is here to wish you a helping hand!"

On that side, Chong Yunzi was gearing up for a long time, and the three-foot green spear soared into the sky: "Let the poor Taoist come to meet Feng Laoying first... Master Feng!"

With a knife and a sword holding back, and Shen Xu attacking head-on, the three of them are all first-rate masters. They retreated steadily after a short period of time, and were soon forced to the edge of the cliff.

There is no way to retreat back, he shouted loudly, no longer defended, and raised his hands above his head, trying to catch the phoenix.

Hearing only two sounds of "噗" and "噗", a knife and a sword pierced into his waist from left and right respectively. When the wind was too late, blood gushed out of his mouth. The hand that can't reach it has already pressed the boot cover, and the index finger is hooked on the lead wire.

"Master, don't..." Shen Xu murmured.

The soft and decent white beard in the past was now wet with blood, tangled into messy locks, and the wind could not wait to open his mouth to him: "Nothing will be broken, not established, not destroyed, not born...!"

This martial arts forest is too dirty, if it cannot be conquered, then it will be destroyed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Some people on the peak screamed, some squatted down with their heads in their hands, some covered their eyes, and some people ran back desperately, creating a mess.

But only did not hear the explosion that could destroy the world.

etc!Obviously, the fingers have pulled the lead, so why nothing happened?Where's the whistle?Where is the flag flower?Fa... what happened?

Feng couldn't wait to turn his mind, rolled his eyes with difficulty, wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word, the palm of his right hand was already empty, someone suddenly appeared behind him, and snatched the phoenix from his hand!

who?who is it?There was clearly a cliff behind him.

No, no, and...

In the end, he failed to turn his head to see who ruined his good deed. The lamp of life was extinguished, and when he exhaled the last foul breath, his neck softened uncontrollably, and he swallowed. His wide eyes were full of unwillingness.

The wind stops and the snow stops, and the Cangshan Mountain is far away.

Feng Buzhi's body was held up by swords on the left and right, standing upright, looking over his shoulders, Shen Xu saw the man who was as tall as a god.

"This old guy seems to think that this deity is dead." Feng Yin raised his eyebrows and threw up and down the phoenix that he had pulled out of the spring at the very moment, making everyone terrified. He forced himself to smile and staggered forward He took a step forward and stretched out his hand towards Shen Xu, "What are you still doing stupidly? Come and give me a hand."