Although Zhuo Bufan's body couldn't move, the nerves in his whole body were still tense, and the hand holding the only remaining hilt of the knife had even pierced his nails into the flesh.

The red blood slowly flowed down the hilt of the knife, hitting the bluestone slab on the ground drop by drop, like raindrops hitting the lotus leaf on a rainy night in summer.

But with the smell of cruelty.

However, when Zhuo Bufan's eyes were looking at the direction of the fast knife, although he still admired it as always, it just had a hint of determination.

As soon as Kuaidao's words stopped, Zhuo Bufan said: "Although Master, you are the most respected person in my life, I can't follow your orders.

As soon as the wind flies, not only does it have the grace of knowing me, but also the righteousness of worship, and Feng Feifei is the predecessor I have admired for a long time, and he is a rare righteous person in the rivers and lakes.

My sword technique is derived from the sword of righteousness taught by you, Master, so I must not allow the knife that claims to be the sword of justice to cut at what I consider to be a friend and predecessor of justice.

At this moment, although my sword has been broken, my righteous heart, which I used to defend my friends and respect my predecessors, is still boiling and jumping.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the quick knife flick his cloak in the direction, like a white eagle with wings spread.

The swift knife that was as steady as a mountain turned in the direction and was furious.

I saw that his near-perfect hands suddenly waved out from under the wide white cloak, drawing a white arc under the unique quiet moonlit night of Fujia Mountain Villa.

He, finally, made a move.

The white arc crossed, and Zhuo Bufan's whole person flew out, turning into a cyan line on the long stone staircase in front of the gate of Fujia Villa, which was filled with hazy night, and flew into the air.

Then, it fell down heavily, on the bluestone slab that was as cold as water.

There was blood at the corners of his mouth and tears at the corners of his eyes.

This punch not only injured Zhuo Bufan, but even opened the mental power that had just blocked his acupoint.

Zhuo Bufan stumbled up from the bluestone slab, didn't care about wiping the blood, didn't care about wiping the tears, just looked at the fast knife in a daze, and said:

Master, Master, I really don't understand, why you, who were once so righteous and thin, suddenly became an accomplice of the Dijing Palace's poisonous martial arts, I don't understand, and I don't understand until I die.

Kuaidao Xiangfang didn't answer his words, his hands behind his back, looking at the sky, looking at the land, looking at the hazy moonlight, looking at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan stumbled to the side of the fast knife direction, looked at the ethereal mountain, looked at the Ning Xiu Peak, and looked at the large flock of white birds flying by from time to time under the moonlight, and said:

Actually, since I arrived here, I feel that this place is very similar to the Central Plains Dart Bureau, you see this mountain, this peak, this long bluestone staircase, this vermilion gate,

Also, everyone's blood here is hot.

Quick knife to Fang Dao: So what?

Zhuo Bufan said: So, seeing these scenery that is almost similar to the Central Plains Dart Bureau, I can't help but think of every day I used to be with Master, which was the happiest day in my life.

Quick Knife Xiang Fang: Do you remember this?

Zhuo Bufan said: Of course I remember, the master at that time was so good to Bufan, of course I will remember.

Wutong on the side suddenly interjected: Since you know that the master is good to you, why do you still disobey his orders now and don't follow his orders?

Zhuo Bufan glared at him and said, "Who are you?"

Wutong said: Of course, I'm your master's confidante, haven't you heard of it?

Zhuo Bufan suddenly laughed and said: I have only heard that Master's confidante is Lan Tianfeng, and that is the love of his old man's life.

Wutong Dao: However, Lan Tianfeng died ten years ago.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly shouted and said, "Oh, she's not dead.

Wutong Dao: Oh?

Zhuo Bufan said: I believe that Master also knows that Master is not dead at all, so for the past ten years, you have been looking for her whereabouts in the rivers and lakes.

Wutong looked at the fast knife on the side, and a look of relief suddenly swelled up in his eyes, and he muttered: It turns out that a year ago, you left in a hurry in my Wutong Restaurant, just to find-

Zhuo Bufan also seemed to suddenly understand something, and suddenly shouted, "Oh, I understand, Master, could it be that the Dijing Palace caught the master and threatened you, that's why you-

The quick knife didn't speak, just let the wind blow his coat and his hair.

Zhuo Bufan said loudly: Master, although your old man is one of the five major darts of the Central Plains Dart Bureau, the largest dart game in the rivers and lakes, I know that your old man has no fame and fortune.

My favorite is the kind of free life of idle clouds and wild cranes, if it weren't for the fact that Ogi Jing Gong threatened your old man with his wife, you would definitely not-

Wutong suddenly sneered, his face was full of ridicule, and said: Compared with dominating the rivers and lakes and dominating the martial arts, what is the name of the five major dart heads of the Central Plains Dart Bureau?

The reason why he has no desire for fame and fortune may be because there is no fame and fortune in the world that is worthy of his pursuit?

Zhuo Bufan said: However, the Dijing Palace poisoned the rivers and lakes and killed the martial arts, which has already aroused the hostility of the entire rivers and lakes.

Wutong Dao: You are still young and shallow in the world, so you don't understand how powerful the Dijing Palace is in the rivers and lakes, let alone how terrifying they are.

Going against such a force is tantamount to an egg hitting a stone, life in the world is nothing more than wealth and glory, as long as you can get everything you want, it doesn't matter if it is righteous or evil.

Speaking of this, the corners of her mouth suddenly overflowed with a smug and vicious smile, and said: After defecting to the Dijing Palace, not only can you save your master Lan Tianfeng, but you can also get wealth and glory, killing two birds with one stone, why not?

Zhuo Bufan said: You are talking nonsense, Master is definitely not that kind of person?

Wutong said: You are not your master, how do you know that he is not?

Zhuo Bufan said: I ......

Wutong Road: Even if Xiang Fang achieves the largest dart game in the rivers and lakes, what about one of the five major dart heads of the Central Plains dart game, even if he is respected as a famous and decent family,

In the end, it's not a clean breeze on both sleeves, and people are controlled everywhere, what big heroes, big heroes, famous and decent families, they don't have real silver to be happy.

Zhuo Bufan said: No, I don't believe it.

Speaking of this, he suddenly knelt down in front of the fast knife Xiang Fang, and said loudly: Master, Master, you tell me that what this woman said is not true.

Kuaidao said to Fang: Yes, what Wutong said is exactly what I think in my heart.

Zhuo Bufan said: Master, you-

Kuaidao Xiang Fangdao: So, extraordinary, now, if you change your mind and help me, after success, you can still share this wealth and glory with me.

Zhuo Bufan said: Master, I-

Quick knife to Fang Dao: At this moment, there are only two ways in front of you, one is to kill me, and the other is to go to Fujia Villa to take the heads of Feng Yifei and Feng Feifei, and share the glory with me.

Speaking of this, he shook his head slightly, and said: Oh, no, no, I can also give you a third way, that is, leave here quickly, don't meddle in Fujia Villa, oh, no, don't meddle in the affairs of the rivers and lakes again,

As for Feng Feifei, Feng Feifei, Fujia Villa, and even me, a former master, it should be regarded as a speck of dust floating in your life. Forget it all.

Zhuo Bufan wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, stumbled a few steps closer towards the fast knife, and said loudly:

No, no, it's impossible, it's absolutely impossible, because some people, some things, it's not that we can forget it.

Master, you, more than ten years ago, brought me, an orphan who was almost dying of starvation to death in the mud of a poor street, back to the Central Plains Dart Bureau, not only raised me, but also gave you your life's stunts.

Although we are nominally master and apprentice, in fact, we are better than father and son, my biological father only gave me a shell to survive, and you gave me a soul.