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He recounted the story of Wang Quan's humble behavior, and when he mentioned his father's knot in his heart, his fingers unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword.

"So you want to fulfill the old patriarch's wish?" Aoki Yuan's eyes turned red.

Wang Quan Baiye nodded: "I know the chances of winning are slim, but there are some things that must be done."

"So you came to see my brother..." Yang sighed thoughtfully.

Wang Quan Baiye smiled bitterly. "Among the people I know, only Yang Jian possesses unfathomable strength. If there's anyone else in this world who could fight Wang Xianzhi and defeat him..."

"I'm afraid he's the only one!"

"It's a pity he's not here." Yang Yi sighed.

"Since leaving the Yang family five years ago, he has never returned."

The scene of that night is still vivid in my mind.

Yang Jian left a letter and left alone.

When Yang Yitan found out the next day, the other party had already left.

After finding the letter left by the other party and checking its contents.

Yang Yitan followed closely behind, fearing that he would not be able to leave.

Later he returned to Guanjiangkou, but never saw the other person again.

The three of them were silent.

"Brother, do we have to go now?" Qing Muyuan couldn't help asking.

"Maybe wait a little longer..."

"I can't wait any longer." Wang Quan Baiye stood up and brushed the dust off his robe.

"Father's time...is running out..."

Yang Yitan suddenly stood up and said, "Then I'll go with you."

"No!" Wang Quanbaiye flatly refused.

"This is my own business, how can I let you go with me?"

"But we are brothers." Yang Yitan's eyes shone brightly with golden light.

"Besides, I didn't say I would take action once I got there."

Qing Muyuan also stood up, the jade ruyi in her hand shone with green light: "And me."

Wang Quan Baiye looked at his two close friends, his Adam's apple rolling a few times before finally letting out a long sigh: "Well, I have somewhere else to go. If you insist on going, then go to Wudi City and wait for me!"

However, this time Wang Quan Baiye rested for one night in Guanjiangkou. After all, he was almost exhausted from traveling at full speed.

After a night's rest, we set off for Shenhuoshan Villa.

He was going to meet the woman he had made an appointment with.

Before leaving, Wang Quan Baiye said to Yang Yitan and the other two, "See you in Wudi City!"

Chapter 185 Confession, friendship between each other

Yang Yitan stood on the cliff of Guanjiangkou, his eyes shining with golden light as he watched Wang Quanbaiye's figure gradually go away and finally turn into a black dot on the horizon.

His expression was solemn, his brows were furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the jade pendant at his waist.

"Second brother, we..." Qing Muyuan spoke softly, but hesitated to speak.

Yang Yi sighed and looked away, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes: "Let's go, it's time for us to build momentum for Big Brother!"

"Building momentum?" Aoki Yuan blinked, a little confused.

"Big brother challenging Wang Xianzhi is a big deal." Yang sighed and turned around, his voice indifferent.

Qing Muyuan suddenly realized, and then worriedly asked: "But will this put pressure on big brother?"

Yang sighed and shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Don't you understand Big Brother's character? The more attention he attracts, the sharper his sword becomes."

He paused, "But before that, I have to inform my third brother and the others."

......

At the same time, Wang Quan Baiye flew on his sword and rushed towards Shenhuoshan Villa.

His face was still tired, but there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The seventh day of the seventh month of every year is the day he and Dongfang Huaizhu agreed to meet.

No matter what happened, he never broke this promise.

In the bamboo pavilion of Shenhuoshan Villa, Dongfang Huaizhu, dressed in green, stood quietly beside the railing.

Her gaze occasionally wandered into the distance, and the bamboo flute in her hand gently turned.

This year's seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she is looking forward to it more than usual.

Suddenly, a sword light flashed across the sky.

Dongfang Huaizhu's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"You're here." Her voice was soft, but it couldn't hide the joy in her heart.

Wang Quanbaye landed in front of the bamboo pavilion and managed a forced smile: "Yeah."

Dongfang Huaizhu keenly noticed his abnormality.

Those eyes that were always bright and lively were now bloodshot, his handsome face looked haggard, and even his standing posture seemed a little forced.

She didn't ask any more questions, but gently took his hand and said, "Come, sit down and talk."

The two of them came to the pavilion, and Dongfang Huaizhu asked softly: "Why do you look so haggard? What happened?"

Wang Quan Baiye was silent for a long time. He felt an unprecedented fatigue, as if all the pressure that had accumulated during this period of time burst out at this moment.

Suddenly, a soft hand gently touched his forehead and guided his head to a warm shoulder.

Dongfang Huaizhu's voice rang in his ears: "If you feel tired, take a nap."

This voice seemed to have magic, and Wang Quanbaiye's tense nerves relaxed instantly.

He leaned on Dongfang Huaizhu's shoulder, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Dongfang Huaizhu felt the even breathing on his shoulder, his eyes full of heartache.

She gently adjusted her posture to allow Wang Quanbaye to lean more comfortably.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, stretching their shadows very long.

"What on earth happened..." Dongfang Huaizhu whispered to himself, his fingers gently brushing across Wang Quan Baiye's furrowed brow.

She had never seen him so tired, not even when the South Country was in danger.

Time passes quietly, the sun sets in the west and the moon rises in the east.

The chirping of insects gradually rises in the bamboo forest, and a cool breeze blows, bringing bursts of floral fragrance.

Wang Quan Baiye slowly opened his eyes and found that he had slept for the entire afternoon.

He sat up straight with an embarrassed look on his face. "Um... I'm sorry... I..."

Dongfang Huaizhu smiled and shook his head: "You don't have to apologize. I saw that you looked tired, so I didn't bother you."

She paused, concern in her eyes. "So, is something going on? You look like you haven't slept in a while."

Wang Quan Baiye looked at the considerate woman in front of him, thousands of words came to his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

Finally, he simply whispered, "My father is dying."

When he said this, his tone was terrifyingly calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

After these few days of running around, his heart has gradually accepted this cruel reality.

Dongfang Huaizhu's hand trembled slightly, but he quickly held Wang Quanbaiye's hand.

She didn't know how to comfort the other person, because if it were her, she really didn't know how to accept this fact.

"He has a wish that has never been fulfilled." Wang Quan Baiye raised his head, with a determined light in his eyes.

"So I want to fulfill his unfulfilled wish on his behalf."

"What is it?" Dongfang Huaizhu asked softly.

"Challenge Wang Xianzhi!" Wang Quan Baiye said word by word. The Wang Quan sword at his waist seemed to sense the determination of its master and made a slight buzzing sound.

Dongfang Huaizhu took a breath of cold air.

Wang Xianzhi, that is the Martial Emperor who stands at the top of the entire circle!

But she understood Wang Quanbaiye's character and knew that once he made a decision, he would not change it easily.

"When?" she asked quietly.

"Not long after, in the Wudi City of the East China Sea." Wang Quanbaiye replied.

"I came to see you today, firstly to fulfill our agreement, and secondly..."

He paused. "I like you."

It happened so suddenly, a sudden confession made Dongfang Huaizhu a little at a loss.

Dongfang Huaizhu was stunned, unable to believe what he had just heard.

Then she seemed to have thought of something, her eyes slightly red: "Why are you suddenly telling me this..."

Wang Quan Baiye's voice was a little hoarse: "I don't know what the result will be when I challenge Wang Xianzhi this time, but at least before I go, I want to finish what I want to do and say."

The next second after Wang Quan Baiye finished speaking, Dongfang Huaizhu hugged the other person.

"Promise me you'll come back safely, okay?"

Wang Quan Baiye also reached out and hugged the other person, only to feel warmth in his hands, as if there was a flame flowing in them.

"it is good!"

"Then come to the scene and cheer me up!"

"Ah."

The two of them sat in silence, the moonlight shining on the bamboo pavilion, casting mottled shadows.

That night, they talked a lot, but it seemed like they said nothing.

When the sky in the east began to turn pale, Wang Quan Baiye stood up and gave Dongfang Huaizhu a deep look: "It's time for me to go."

Dongfang Huaizhu nodded: "See you in Wudi City!"

These four simple words made Wang Quanbaiye's heart warm.

He nodded solemnly, turned around, flew up on his sword, and flew towards the East China Sea.

Dongfang Huaizhu stood in the bamboo pavilion, looking at the sword light that was going away, and whispered to himself: "Wait for me..."

.........

At the same time, outside the entire world, in a dark passage.

A young man in silver armor slowly walked out.

"Is it your turn so soon?"

Chapter 186: Dialogue, the swordsman is not dead yet!

From the direction of the East China Sea, the sea breeze blows in with a salty and humid smell.

Wang Quan Baiye flew on his sword, and the mountains and rivers under his feet rapidly retreated.

But the closer he got to the East China Sea, the stronger the strange feeling in his heart became.

There seemed to be a faint voice calling out to him, guiding him to turn in another direction.

"Strange..." Wang Quan Baiye slowed down and frowned.

The voice was faint, but he couldn't ignore it.

Finally, he turned the sword and flew in the direction indicated by the voice.