Hall Master Song and Hall Master Zhang's faces changed suddenly, and they threw the swords in their hands to the ground suddenly, and then, lying there on their backs, really rolled away.

When he reached a place where Li Cunxiao couldn't see, it was as if someone was whipping him from behind, and he fled as if he was flying, even faster than a frightened wild horse.

During this time, the woman had been watching him, not even when he had just killed someone.

Although she didn't even blink her eyes, she didn't see how the pale-faced man in front of her drew his sword and stabbed Hall Master Chen's throat.

But no matter what, he still saved her, and she didn't have to follow them back to the palace.

She managed to escape a catastrophe.

When the remaining two people fled in a hurry like a dog, although her eyes were still a little suspicious, but her face had already bloomed with a bright smile, and she didn't know whether it was admiration or pride.

She smiled slightly at Li Cunxiao and said, "Thank you."

The sound is as light as a mosquito, and like a gentle wind gently blowing up fallen leaves, and then, gently falling to the ground, dust to dust, dust to earth, silently.

Li Cunxiao was still so lonely and desolate, but he still smiled.

He nodded at her and said lightly: You don't have to thank me, I never kill women, and I never watch others kill women, so you should be thanking yourself, thank you for being a woman.

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if she had not expected him to say such a thing.

Then, stared at him and said: I know that the reason why you say this is because you don't want me to receive your affection, but what we pay attention to when we come out to run the rivers and lakes is the grace of dripping water, and we should repay it with a spring, so I must thank you. Oh, you're probably the legendary Tsing Yi in the rivers and lakes, right?

Li Cunxiao neither nodded nor shook his head, just looked at her with a smile, as if he thought it was very interesting for her to pretend to be an old Jianghu, and said lightly: Who are you?

The woman suddenly lowered her head, her voice was as light as a mosquito, and said: My name is Wuji, the eldest grandson Wuji, although I have the same name as the eldest grandson queen of the Tang Dynasty, I am neither the queen nor the eldest lady, so although I want to thank you very much, I can't give you material thanks.

Li Cunxiao looked at her and said calmly: I said I don't need you to thank you, no one will kill you now, you better go.

Wujian shook his head and said, "I can't leave yet."

Li Cunxiao looked at her, but didn't ask, because he knew that she must have something to do.

She did have the following, saying: Because I can't go, you saved me, I'm very grateful to you, so, I don't want you to die, do you know who this person you killed?

Li Cunxiao didn't answer her words, just raised his head, looked at the thick clouds in the sky and the fallen leaves floating overhead, and muttered: Autumn is coming to an end, it seems that winter is coming.

Wujian didn't care why he said these inexplicable words, his face suddenly showed a look of fear, and he said loudly: I know, your martial arts are very high, you don't have to be afraid of anything, but I'm afraid,

Because the person you just killed was the soul chaser of the Ogi Mirror Palace, and you killed him, although it seemed to save me on the surface, but in fact it hurt me,

Because although he was not killed by my own hands, he died because of me, so the Ghost Mirror Palace will definitely settle this account on my head, and they will definitely send more people to kill me.

So, from now on, I have to follow you, you have to protect me, since you have caused trouble for me, you have to take responsibility, anyway, I will follow you.

Li Cunxiao didn't seem to hear this, but just held the black sheath sword inserted in the left rib tighter, and then, looking at the fallen leaves flying all over the sky, muttered: The wind is blowing, this autumn must be very cold.

Then, a gust of wind blew, blowing the trees along the ancient road, blowing the desolate fields, and the dead leaves that had fallen to the ground and remained on the branches were swept up and scattered with the wind.

Li Cunxiao looked at the leaves, suddenly smiled bitterly, exhaled softly, and muttered: Are you all so lonely like me?

In fact, you still have many friends, you can be each other's company, you can fly high together, you can wither together, but I am only one person,

So, don't be sad, as long as you think that there are people in this world who are lonelier and more desperate than you, you will feel happy, now, let me, a lonely person, accompany you for a ride.

Then, I don't know who suddenly sighed, maybe it was the boundless autumn, maybe it was the fallen leaves all over the ground, maybe it was the oncoming wind.

They may be sighing that Tsing Yi, the world's first sword, is such a lonely person.

Li Cunxiao seemed to hear their sighs, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Everyone else thinks that his sword has become the fastest sword in the world, and he must be very happy and satisfied.

However, only he knows that he is not happy, because he knows that his sword is not the fastest sword in the world, and the real fastest sword in the world is on Burial Sword Island.

Whether his sword is the fastest sword in the world or not, you can know on the fifteenth day of the tenth month, because on this day he is going to duel with the Burial Sword Island.

However, even the sword of his father-in-law could not defeat the sword of Burial Sword Island, so how could he defeat it.

October 15 may be the last day of his life.

However, he believed that no matter whether he won or lost, he would never leave the sword on the Burial Sword Island like his father Sword Thirty, and then, after agreeing on another day, he would go and retrieve it.

Because he doesn't have the courage to do it, and he doesn't have the patience to do it.

When he knew everything from his father's last words, his heart suddenly became cold like a pool of stagnant water.

He was afraid, afraid of failure, because failure is death, failure can only die, only death.

Although he was not at all sure that he could retrieve his father's sword from Burial Sword Island, he had to try it because it was his father's last wish.

If it weren't for the fulfillment of his father's last wish, perhaps he would have been out of the world a long time ago, and his long seclusion life had developed his withdrawn character.

Withdrawn people are destined to have no friends.

Although the world's fastest sword can kill the enemy, it can't kill loneliness and pain.

A person like him, who has no friends, can only wrap his heart in boundless darkness and turn it into despair and loneliness, and desperate and lonely children are destined to be difficult to achieve.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the woman who made her love and hate, but when he thought of her beautiful and distant eyes, all his hatred immediately turned into love.

Then, his heart was a twitch, and bursts of pain rushed in, so painful that he almost had to kneel down and cover his lower abdomen with his hands, so that he could get a little better so that he would not fall.

The love that was once like the sun, the vows that were once as gentle as the breeze, at this moment, persuasion has become countless sharp arrows, piercing his heart.

After the pain, his heart gradually calmed down, and gradually a trace of tenderness rose, although this tenderness was instantaneous, but it left him with an eternal aftertaste.

He was really too tired, and he really wanted to lie down and rest and sleep, so he hoped that the 15th day of October would come sooner, so that he could understand his last wish as soon as possible, and he would have no worries.

For him, success or failure is no longer important at all, the important thing is that he only wants to die, and only death is the best relief.

However, he also hoped that this date would never come, and that it would be better to cross it off the imperial calendar.

He suddenly felt that he would definitely die on this day, and when he felt that he was about to die, he suddenly realized that he still had a lot to do, and a lot to say.

And what exactly do you want to say and do, I don't know, does he not want to die like this?

Is he willing to die like this?

Whether he is willing or not, he seems to feel that as long as October 15 passes, there will be no such person as Li Cunxiao in the world.

Since he was destined to die one day, he didn't want to have any more burdens, so he turned around, looked at the eldest grandson Wuji, and said coldly: You go.