Rest in peace, extraordinary, when you are reincarnated again in the next life, I hope you will become an ordinary person and be able to live a peaceful and stable life.

I was wrong, it seems that it was really my mistake, in this life and this life, you could have lived an ordinary life, but I will pick it up and bring you into the rivers and lakes.

Probably, this is fate.

At this time, the knife-like murderous aura formed by the right hand in the sky from the fast knife to the side began to slowly condense, condense, and condense again, like dark clouds that suddenly condensed in the sky on a summer afternoon.

When this sword cloud slowly condensed to its strongest, it suddenly dispersed, like a frozen river in winter suddenly thawing and breaking through the defense of the embankment and swarming out.

Then, it regained the shape of the middle knife, turning into a gust of wind, a gust of dawn, gently, lightly, softly, penetrating Zhuo Bufan's chest.

The originally quiet Ethereal Mountain Ningxiu Peak is even quieter.

There seemed to be heavy dew dripping down the long bluestone steps, one, two, three...... Condensed on bluestone slabs, condensed on moss.

Then, it turned into a pool of red.

It is extraordinary blood.

Zhuo Bufan slowly, slowly, fell down, fell down......

The moment he fell, his eyes cleared again, only to suddenly become languid, calm, and heavy.

As he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly noticed that the sky above him was still blue.

The starry sky tonight is very blue and quiet, and there seems to be a large group of meteors crossing the western sky, lined up with a long "one", and after a while, it becomes the word "person".

Oh, that's not a shooting star, it's a white bird.

A large flock of white birds, flapping their wings, turned into endless wails......

What's wrong with me, am I going to die?

Hong Yanyan, we can finally be together again, these days when I am away, do you feel very lonely, don't be afraid, I will accompany you.

The originally faint moonlight suddenly dimmed.

Oh, it looks like it's fogging.

The dew seems to be heavier, too.

The long bluestone steps are even more deserted.

Littered corpses, with the smell of blood.

Wutong couldn't help but wrap the wide white robe tightly, and then, looking at the direction of the quick knife in a daze, looking at his near-perfect hands, there was still an almost obsessive smile in his eyes.

She didn't seem to realize at all that in the short moment just now, a fresh life fell at her feet.

At this moment, there is only a quick knife in her eyes.

Oh no, it should be said that she only has the near-perfect hands in her eyes.

It was a hand she had dreamed of all her life and wanted to take it for herself.

However, Xiang Fang was looking at Zhuo Bufan, who was still bleeding from his chest when he fell to the ground, and his eyes returned to the love and pity for his beloved disciple in the past.

Extraordinary, has the sword aura of the Shadowless Blade finally made you begin to sleep forever?It seems that you still can't stand my test of you.

However, with your current strength, even if I don't kill you, when I face off against many masters of the Ogi Mirror Palace in the future, the result will be the same.

Perhaps, it would be better to die without pain under my shadowless knife, or at least, when you fall, I can bury you with my own hands and engrave your name on the tombstone.

Forgive me, extraordinary, although this is the last fate of our Jianghu people, but I don't want to kill the apprentice I brought up with my own hands.

Too kind, too humane, extraordinary, you are really not suitable to be a Jianghu person, it seems that bringing you into the rivers and lakes is the biggest mistake in my life.

When you are alive, you like to be quiet, and after you die, I will bury you under the mountain of Ningxiu Peak in this ethereal mountain, where there are green leaves in all seasons and flowers bloom all year round.

Perhaps, for you who are not suitable to be a Jianghu person, this is your best destination, farewell, extraordinary, my dearest apprentice.

Holding Zhuo Bufan's increasingly cold corpse in Fang Xiang, the quick knife slowly approached the dense woods next to the long bluestone steps, squatted down, and dug a pit.

Put Zhuo Bufan's corpse inside......

Wutong looked up at Fang and suddenly said, "What's the matter?"

Xiang Fang looked up at the unique quiet night sky of Fujia Villa, his expression was stagnant and heavy, and he said in a deep voice: Oh, no, the dew here is too heavy.

Wutong Dao: Now, presumably the crystal warriors have broken into Fujia Villa to kill, but I don't know how long the so-called famous and decent families inside can last?

Xiang Fang put the handle of the short knife that had been broken, as light as the wind and as soft as a leaf, in Zhuo Bufan's hand, looked at him for the last time, and slowly covered the soil.

Then, with his bare hands, he cut out a rectangular stone tablet and carved the words "love and disciple Zhuo Bufan" on it with his fingers, and placed it in front of the tomb.

Then, he stood up, put the wide white robe back on, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the gate of Fujia Villa.

However, at this moment, his usually gentle and steady steps suddenly became much heavier, his expression was unprecedentedly serious, and he muttered in his mouth:

The bloody battle that raged the rivers and lakes began in the Ogigami Palace, let's start with Fujia Villa.

When their figures disappeared step by step into the Fujia Villa hidden in the green mountains, green waters, and light moon, they didn't seem to notice that a figure was also walking up the long stairs from the foot of the mountain.

Although it was difficult to walk, I still persevered.

Be...... It's Jiang Feng.

It was Jiang Feng, who had just been pregnant with the death of his old friend and was dying, with his beloved son in the crystal coffin, and had just been rushed back from the forest of death.

Jiang Feng's body seemed to be a little stumbling.

When he saw the corpses strewn across the long bluestone steps, his brow furrowed.

Oh, the wind is blowing.

Oh, the fog is heavy.

The wind blows heavy fog, and the leaves are swaying, as if reciting an ancient poem, a lamentation:

The yellow leaves of the old garden are full of moss,

Dream breaks the city, Xiaojiao mourns.

This night the broken man is gone,

The shadow of the waning moon lingers.

The night color of the Ningxiu Peak of the Ethereal Mountain is eternally pale blue, exuding the silence of the neem tree, just like the long bluestone steps in front of the Fujia Villa.

Indifferent, peaceful, docile, with clusters of clear moss, people can never feel the scorching summer sun, can never withstand the cold of winter, day after day, year after year, standing squarely on the top of the mountain, let the morning mist render.

In the past twenty years, although Burial Sword Island has become the leader of the new generation of martial arts, for the people of Jianghu, Fujia Mountain Villa is their true holy land.

That's because of the sword thirty.

That's because Feng Feifei, the hostess of Fujia Villa, is Sword Thirty's best friend.

That's because Jiang Feng, the male owner of Fujia Villa, is a disciple of Sword Thirty.

In addition to the infinite wealth of Fujia Villa itself, Sword Thirty itself is a gimmick and a goal to attract everyone's worship.

Therefore, Fujia Villa has to spend several days every month to deal with these people who come to the rivers and lakes.

Although the footprints of those who come to the rivers and lakes will occasionally break the unique tranquility of Fujia Villa, it is only the heart of the stone and the waves, which is slightly alarmed.

It's like those white birds that inhabit the depths of the dense forest, suddenly spreading their wings and waving a long whistle, dissolving into the faint twilight, in the colorful glow.

On every tranquil and moonlit night, Feng Feifei would make a pot of tea under the gazebo in the backyard to wash away the sorrows caused by the worship of those Jianghu people.

In order to better fish this mountain, this peak is integrated together, and the backyard of Fujia Mountain Villa is not fenced, it is completely natural and open.

Below, there is the unfathomable cliff.