The old knife returned to Fenglin Town with the little mute and the little stammer, while Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun and their party accompanied the two holy envoys of the White Lotus Sect who bewitched all beings to find Dugu Aoxue. There is also a figure that is late, that person is an ordinary man but has an unusual identity, that person is Ning Bu Return.

Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng were not surprised by Ning Bugui's arrival, but it was also quite interesting for them to see this king of killers make a fool of themselves. No one thought that the king of killers of the Assassination Alliance would be reduced to the point of being bullied by two women to the point of not having any dignity, but this king of killers was not in danger of his life, but it also relieved them. They also knew that these two amorous White Lotus Sects should have tricked this killer king on a whim.

The group wandered around the mountain for a long time, but they still didn't see the cold and arrogant woman, but a maple forest dancing like fire made everyone's eyes shine. And the faint Ye Yinfeng felt a hint of a familiar breath, and there was a faint feminine fragrance in the familiar breath, which made Ye Yinfeng's face change slightly. He had already guessed the result, and Yan Longxing's figure also appeared in the deep mountains.

After looking for Dugu Aoxue to no avail, the group returned to Fenglin Town, and when they returned to Fenglin Town, in the sunny weather, a cold wind suddenly surged in. The accumulation of dark clouds came overwhelmingly, and in an instant, it was enveloped in the sky above this Maple Grove Town. Although the clouds were high, it could be seen that a cold heavy rain had accumulated in the thick clouds, which made the people of Fenglin Town shrink their necks.

Cumulus clouds are high, the autumn wind is biting, and the cold wind blows off all the dead leaves on the branches, and the fluttering dead leaves turn and roll, and finally fall to the ground unwillingly. All the people of Fenglin Town know that after this autumn rain, the autumn harvest has come to an end, and those Khitan barbarians in the north will go south wantonly. Just like this autumn rain, God has been brewing for a long time, and the most difficult day of the year is coming.

There were mountains of firewood in the house, and the old knife was dressed in a coarse cloth coat, opening his strong chest muscles and erected arms. He waved his hand, and a thick piece of wood opened. The incision of the wood is as smooth as a mirror, and the wood is even more evenly avoided, and there is an indescribable beauty that fills it. And today, in addition to the little mute who frequented the old knife's house, there were a few more guests.

Ye Yinfeng and his party, as well as Han Li and the others, were very disdainful of the two White Lotus Sect's holy envoys, and of course they didn't stay. However, the King of Killers stayed, and it was really as he wished, and the two White Lotus Sect Holy Envoys actually didn't torture him. The person who met the little palace maid and Ling Tianyun and the others was extremely reluctantly taken away by Hu Guifei, and Ling Tianyun, Ye Yinfeng and the others also knew the identity of the little palace maid, the holy daughter of the White Lotus Sect. At this time, the little palace maid was not yet a saint of the White Lotus Sect, and it was said that she could only truly become a saint of the White Lotus Sect after she had opened her mind. And the little palace maid also has a nice name, which is flawless.

In any case, if you talk about the past, it will always make people sigh. Of course, Ling Tianyun wanted to know the story between Lao Dao and his father. He also wanted to know the whereabouts of the housekeeper Lao Pang, and he originally wanted to go directly to Shuozhou to find the whereabouts of the Guiyi Army. Guo Dashuai, who is Guo Huai'an's father, has a close relationship with the Ling family, so he thinks that the housekeeper Pang Bo will definitely defect to the Guiyi Army. It's just that what Ling Tianyun didn't expect was that his father's last words before his death were to ask him to come to this man from the Western Regions.

The little mute went to drink, and with him went the little stammer, and the two came to the only liquor shop in Maple Grove Town. If you want to listen to a story, how can you do it without drinking, of course, this is the little mute's idea, but he doesn't understand in his heart why the story must be accompanied by wine to be more delicious. He gestured to the little stammer, wanting to ask, but he couldn't tell, the little stutter certainly didn't know what he meant, but it didn't affect the happy mood of the two.

When the little mute and the little stammerer arrived at the wine shop, they saw the two of them sitting on a wooden table and bench outside the wine shop. It was a young man with an extraordinary bearing, one was dressed in white, and his interest revealed a fairy aura like a dust, which was simply a fairy-like figure. And the other one was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, with a graceful and wealthy style, and these two young men who looked like sons were extremely handsome, even a little more handsome than ordinary women.

The appearance of two sons with such extraordinary bearing in this ordinary wine shop always gives people a feeling of being out of place. So the little mute and the little stutterer were even more impressed, and the two of them ran back after drinking, not knowing whether to tell the old knife and the guests about what they had seen.

"Yan Gongzi has regained the heart of beauty, congratulations." Zhong Jianhong raised his eyebrows, and said to Yan Longxing with the rough wine glass. The young man in white opposite him showed an imperceptible contemplation on his face, and he did not answer the other party, but raised the wine glass, tilted his head, and the wine was already in his stomach.

"When will your shadow do it, that rough man is not simple. The Living Buddha in the Western Regions is not very easy to kill, and Ling Tianyun and the others are also in this Fenglin Town. Yan Longxing held the empty wine glass and said with a burning gaze at Zhong Jianhong. He looked at the rough wine glass, and the dirty table and stool, and his heart couldn't help but feel a trace of disgust, which surprised him, and he didn't know why, his lofty fairy-like state of mind could be affected by the worldly things.

"It's good to kill the living Buddha of the Western Regions under their noses, and the little monk who doesn't quit has not killed the living Buddha, so my Zhong family will do it for you. At that time, the little monk also owes me a love to the Zhong family, the little monk has a deep hatred with Ye Yinfeng and others, and the enemy of the enemy is a friend, isn't this exactly what Yan Gongzi taught. Zhong Jianhong didn't notice Yan Longxing's mortal heart that was already rippling, and he said lightly.

Yan Longxing didn't answer the other party's words, he didn't know why he was so disgusted with this Maple Forest Town, he only felt as if a crack had been opened in his Dao heart. He was disdainful of the mundane things in this world, but he didn't know why he was impatient when he saw these dilapidated tables and stools full of dirt. This made his heart suddenly shock, he didn't know what was wrong with his state of mind.

Zhong Jianhong's eyes flashed slightly over that handsome jade-like face, and a fiery light flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared instantly. He didn't feel anything unusual because of his silence on the other party, the white-clothed young man opposite him was always the kind of smile full of confidence, and his flawless temperament raised his hand with a domineering momentum like looking down on the world. I don't know why, Zhong Jianhong himself doesn't understand why he has such a deformed love.

"Aoxue, I've finally found you." Yan Longxing thought of the situation when he met Dugu Aoxue in that maple forest, and he said to her. However, he didn't wait for the happy face of the cold and gorgeous woman, nor did he wait for the other party's smile like a flower. What he waited for was a cold face, that unfamiliar gaze and a faint breath of rejection thousands of miles away, which made his heart tingle slightly.

He pinched the empty wine glass in his hand, could it be that the problem with his mood came from Dugu Aoxue. Dugu Aoxue is a cold and beautiful pride, and Yanlong Xingchu is a pride from his bones, he regards all the people in the world as mundane things, and he is the one who dominates this world. He can't tolerate any flaws on his body, and he can't tolerate the woman who once traveled side by side with him to have the slightest sense of alienation from himself.

The hegemony of the world and the crown of the rivers and lakes are all what he wants, and when he comes to this world, he wants to let himself prove himself again. Ye Yinfeng, he didn't know why, three words welled up in his heart, and these three words made him have an urge to be angry. I don't know why, when he thought of these three words in his heart, he immediately wanted the other party's life, last time he almost killed Ye Yinfeng, if it weren't for the arrogance in his bones, there must be no blue-shirted boy in this world who made him like a stalk in his throat.

Shaking his head, Yan Longxing still discarded the distracting thoughts in his internal strength, what about Dugu Aoxue, what about the world, and what about the four ancient martial arts sects, when the time comes, he will not be trampled under his feet. The discomfort and disgust in his mind began to slowly dissipate, and his eyes sparkled brightly. The mood has risen, it seems that all this is less important, and the bad wine that is not too high to drink does not feel like drinking water.

How did Zhong Jianhong know that the white-clothed flawless young man opposite him had engaged in a battle between heaven and man, but at this moment, he only felt that the white-clothed young man in front of him seemed to be a little different. And he drank it by himself, and did not pour a drop of wine for the young man in white. It's not that he doesn't want to pour it, but he has heard this young man in white say that the wine in this world tastes tasteless, and when the time comes, he will make that real wine.

With the blood of the most beautiful woman in the world, and the most precious fairy fruit in the world, such a wine is the best drink in the world. Of course, Zhong Jianhong didn't know if the white-clothed man on the other side had brewed this worldly drink, and he didn't know if he had the luck to drink it. However, he felt that it would be good to be able to drink such a jar of wine in this Maple Grove Town. After all, this is a border gate, a place in the mountains and wilderness, and people will die at any time.

The autumn rain is like a belated beauty, and under the accumulation of dark clouds, it finally came. The thin autumn rain weaves a soft net, the net comes with endless coldness, the rain comes with a bit of melancholy, the rain is light and floating, just like the beautiful woman walking with a twisting step.

Zhong Jianhong looked at the drizzle outside the thatched house, the oblique rain splashed in, and a chill came, although he was not afraid of the cold cold as a martial cultivator, but he felt that in this bleak wilderness town, it was good to be able to meet such an autumn rain with a solemn atmosphere. Then, he unexpectedly saw Yan Longxing filling himself with a glass of bad wine alone, and drank the wine in one gulp, and finally Yan Longxing didn't say a word and left the wine shop alone.

In the autumn rain, the figure in white gradually melted into the drizzle that turned into a net, still the figure was elegant, still dusty, I saw that the white shadow stepped step by step, it was already a few feet away, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared in Zhong Jianhong's sight. "Yo, hegemony in the world, drunk with beauties, which is not the dream of men in this world. But why did you choose the other path? Zhong Jianhong's voice became lower and lower, so low that even the voice of the autumn rain was muffled. But the shopkeeper of the wine shop thought that the brocade-robed boy was drunk, and couldn't help but glance at the brocade-robed boy, and in a blink of an eye, he found that the white-clothed boy and the brocade-robed boy had disappeared, and there was an extra silver ingots on the blackened wooden table.

An autumn rain was cold, and with the addition of this autumn rain, the climate in Biansai became colder and colder. This autumn rain made Yan Longxing's heart cold to the bottom, but it also made him feel like he was reborn. This autumn rain made Zhong Jianhong inexplicably sigh, killing people under the autumn rain should have a different taste, but the ordinary people in Fenglin Town are difficult to untie their tightly locked eyebrows, because after this autumn rain, they will face a catastrophe that is more terrifying than the cold wave.

An autumn rain and a cold burst, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have a thousand scenes, Mo Ling'er is lonely, and the iron horse is exchanged for dry white bones.