Murong Anlan's eyes were tightly closed, and there was blood on the corners of her mouth.

The body sitting cross-legged still adheres to the style and dignity it should have, but the head finally hangs down weakly.

Walk peacefully.

Die well deserved.

was once invincible, invincible, and competed with the six princes, Nalan Chitose and other trendsetters of the era, but in the end it was a hero.

Some rejoice.

Someone is sad.

The mourning flags spread all over the sky, the sad music played wantonly, and even the goshawks hovering overhead.

It seems that they are all seeing off Murong Anlan.

"Father, don't worry, the Murong royal family will definitely go further in my hands, and in this life, I will never live up to my father's hard work to win the royal family business."

Murong Kang fell to his knees with his head on the ground.

He feigned grief, and muttered to himself in pain.

When he raised his head again, the corners of his eyes were full of tears, as if Murong Anlan's death really made this descendant sad.

It's a pity that the cat crying mouse fake compassion, absurd acting skills, too straightforward, even perfunctory.

As soon as Murong Anlan died, with his Murong Kang's power and prestige in the Murong royal family, he was able to take over all of them without much effort.

In time, wait for the major forces in the north to fall apart, survive for a long time, and then take advantage of the situation to rise.

So, the Murong royal family will dominate the territory of thousands of miles, just around the corner?!

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of Murong Kang's mouth were filled with an intoxicated smile.

The royal family has been dominating for decades, and Murong Anlan has always been the same, and Murong Anlan is also fully responsible for the direction of development of many families.

This made Murong Kang, who had been familiar with the Five Classics since he was a child and had been in obscurity, suddenly feel that what he had learned in half his life was useless.

Especially as he gets older and older, if Murong Anlan lives for more than ten years, where will he have any chance to show his strength?

It can be regarded as a man worthy of the sky.

Qin Moxie's appearance gave Murong Kang an opportunity.

At this moment, Murong Kang, who finally witnessed Murong Anlan's death and succeeded in his plan, never felt that life was so smooth?!

And the retinue behind Murong Kang who rebelled also showed a more or less happy attitude, after all, one person attained the Tao, and the chicken and dog ascended to heaven.

Once Murong Kang took over the power of the royal family.

These reluctant people can naturally soar into the sky, and it seems that they have seen the glory and wealth at this moment, and every inch of gold and silver is flying towards them.

So much so that some people are too lazy to suppress their happy laughter.

"Grandpa......"

In the carriage, the sound of sad cries is still there.

The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad.

Girl, that's already the case.

Murong Qingyi, who has lived under the care and love of his grandfather all his life, has lost his face and lost his soul in just a moment.

She couldn't really do anything but cover her mouth and sob.

The great sorrow of life is nothing more than the loss of a loved one.

What's more, you still see it with your own eyes?

Now, grandpa is dead.

The father was injured.

The Murong royal family is no longer the Murong royal family it used to be.

"You're going to die a good death."

Qin Moxie put down the war knife that opened the curtains, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was indifferent, not caring at all.

On this trip, I wanted to personally send Murong Anlan on the road, but I didn't expect that this old man would take the initiative to take poison and commit suicide.

As the saying goes, people die and hate.

What's more, he was still at the end of his son's soft and hard work, and he had no choice but to die, the moment Murong Anlan closed his eyes, he must have felt uncomfortable, right?

You don't feel good, but I'm happy.

"Sonorous."

The sword is sheathed.

Qin Moxie stood leaning over, raising his cheeks under the tightly covered helmet, quietly feeling the subtlety of the sunlight shining all over the world.

After twenty years of absence, he is back.

Pity......

"Senior brother, if you are still alive, how good would it be?"

I was stunned for a long time, and a teardrop quietly fell to the ground along the cheeks of youth and the vicissitudes of life.

I still remember when I was a teenager.

In the North Stygian Valley, the sword air flows.

At the top of the snow peak, sit on the mountains and rivers and clouds.

'Senior brother, you dozed off again, Master will scold when he sees it. ’

'Haha, isn't there a junior brother here?' Don't make noise, brother, I'll sleep for a while...... Also, you are not allowed to stand behind a tree and look at me. ’

"Senior brother, I seem to have a sweetheart. ’

Then I'll kill her!" ’

Qin Moxie opened his mouth, and the cold west wind that was whistling endlessly rushed in.

The bones of the body are a little cold.

However, what is colder than the bones of the body is the human heart.

If you don't get out of that vast valley for a lifetime, if you don't come to this territory because of your youthful spirit in the end, you threaten to be the king and hegemon.

If......

Maybe his junior brother won't die?!

With a long sigh, this invincible man, who had already become the first person in the Northern Martial Arts Realm, sat cross-legged on his knees, and sat on the grassland with a generous attitude.

The right hand was so weak that he unfastened his armor.

took out a square inch long bamboo flute, it should be some years, the color is dull, and there is an obvious gap at the top.

Ning Chen and Bai Qi looked at each other and stood together.

The four places are quiet, and no one opens their mouths.

There was only one line of sight after another, looking at Qin Moxie silently and blankly, very strange about his actions, and he didn't understand, what else was he going to do next?

"Senior brother, I killed Huangfu Taiyi, Murong Anlan is also dead, and the remaining few will go down to accompany you soon."

Qin Moxie's index finger delicately stroked the bamboo flute.

He moved slowly, as if he was recalling some old past.

"Li Tanhua's senior brother?"

Although Ning Chen's realm was not as good as Qin Moxie's, he was a sub-saint cultivator, and this sentence was naturally heard clearly by him.

A little surprised, a little dazed.

Beware of a great sage Li for no reason, it is enough to shock the world.

Now this invincible person is related to Li Tanhua, who has long since died.

What is the origin of Li Tanhua?

"Before I left the mountain, I told my junior brother that the hearts of people outside are very bad, don't go out, how good is it to follow me for the rest of your life? Unfortunately, he was reluctant to ......"

"Later, he said that he wanted to dominate, so I decided to give him the next country!"

Qin Moxie shook his head.

reminds me of a song I gave to my junior brother when I was a child.

It's a pity, that stuffy fool doesn't seem to understand? The more he explained, the more he didn't listen, and he deliberately used the name of the girl under the mountain to stimulate himself?!

'The snow is vast in all directions of the mountain gate

The sword laughed

The boy galloped through Qingya Mountain

Shake the open air

The rivers and lakes of Cema have seen thousands of mountains and rivers

I am fortunate to be able to be side by side in this life'

It's a pity that I'm still here.

You're gone.

The music is lonely, empty and sad.

There is nostalgia and nostalgia for the youth, and there is also resentment for the impermanence of the world.

'The secluded valley stream is beautiful

Every day, Tiantian is blue and flies with Yan'er

The beautiful scenery outside the mountain top is fascinating

The senior brother in the back row is dozing off again......

The Metropolitan Governor Qin Moxie.

Xiaoxuan window Li Tanhua.

Seventeen or eighteen years old, a young man, the two of them went out of the mountain hand in hand, and only one was alive in the end.

(End of chapter)