Jing Zhaomei was startled, suddenly danced the wide sleeves of his robe, pointed in the direction where the golden phoenix dart was flying, and shouted, "What person?"

With a thunderclap-like cry, a flash of lightning suddenly swept through the dim sky above the dead forest.

With the instantaneous light of lightning crossing the sky, Jing Zhaomei looked over and saw a young man in blue clothes leaning on the branches of a tall and thick cold maple tree opposite.

A jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose swirled slightly in his hand.

And his person was lazy, with a free and easy smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands crossed on his chest, looked at Jing Zhaomei, and said lightly: Immortal Phoenix, Lan Yutang.

Then, he fell down and landed lightly in front of Jing Zhaomei, like a phoenix feather.

Looking at the Shang Tian Dao that was getting tighter and tighter, Lan Yutang frowned slightly, and then, with a wave of his hand, the branches of the cold maples, shrubs, and vines that had come to life shrank back.

Then, the forest of death returned to its original appearance again, and there was still rain falling overhead, falling on Shang Tiandao's head and body.

Although the rain was falling, Shang Tiandao, who was already dying, clearly felt that at this moment, the raindrops that fell on him were no longer cold and cold.

He even felt a hint of warmth, like lying on the yellow and fluffy grass at noon in winter, bathed in the light of the sun.

Is it because of the appearance of Lan Yutang that it brought the flame of heaven?

The rain had been falling all night, but it didn't seem to stop at all, it was still crackling, knocking on the dried plantain in front of the window, bang, bang

The torrential rain is like a bead, the torrential rain is like sorrow, although the pouring rain can wash away the dust raised by the dry wind in this late autumn and autumn, but it can't wash away Hong Hui's full of sorrow, he gently knocked on the dry wood and vermilion lacquered table with his hand, looked outside, and didn't know what he was thinking.

He was not originally a sentimental person, and besides, a person who spends his days licking blood at the head of a knife and crawling in the sword array is not allowed to be sentimental.

However, recently, oh no, to be precise, since Hong Liu left Hongmen, this kind of melancholy has been haunting his heart, lingering, like this continuous rain.

At this time, Hong Hui suddenly sighed.

Is it because I'm really old?

Could it be that time can really change everything, turning the former decisive Hong Hui into an indecisive coward, an old man who already knows how to sigh and sigh?

Still is......

Or is it his daughter who really changed all this, Hong Liu?

Thinking of Hong Liu, Hong Hui sighed again.

For Hong Liu, he always felt that he owed her too much, and he always felt that he had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father to her, but she never complained.

A child who has lost his mother since childhood will always show that he is stronger than other children, both in life and in thought.

From the moment she noticed all the abnormalities that happened in Hongmen and left Hongmen, Hong Hui knew that the child who was looking for his mother with a pillow had grown up.

Every time he saw her pouting and pretending to be strong, Hong Hui always sighed with emotion, and he always told himself that he would accompany her well tomorrow.

Now, however, he knew there was no chance.

Just tonight, when Jing Zhaomei returned to Hongmen, he knew that there was no chance.

When Jing Zhaomei returned to Hongmen with the challenge letter of the Immortal Phoenix, he had already realized that he might never see Hong Liu again.

Because he knew that the person that the immortal phoenix wanted to kill had never been able to hide from anyone, and he Honghui was the same.

However, he didn't expect that Jing Zhaomei told him that Hong Liu had left one step ahead of her.

She actually walked away one step ahead of him, so hurried that she didn't even have time to let Hong Hui see her for the last time.

Speaking of Hong Liu, it reminded him of Jing Zhaomei again.

Back then, the two of them were the best, if it weren't for the recent series of changes in Hongmen, perhaps, they would have been married at this time.

But......

A peanut is enough to finish the last bite of wine, a dumpling wrapper wraps the last bit of filling, and a drop of ink is just the last word.

Perhaps, this is the will of God, it is the will of God.

Thinking of this, Hong Hui couldn't help but let out a long yawn and sat there, letting his body relax as much as possible, relaxing, and looking outside.

Then, there was a thunderclap in mid-air.

The rain was getting heavier.

The rain fell drippingly, beating on the plantains, knocking on the cornices, knocking on the windows, and falling on the bluestone platform at the door.

Back in the backyard from the hall, he had only squinted for a moment, but it felt like a long time had passed.

I don't know what's going on outside.

Jing Zhaomei went to the dead forest outside Hongmen to snipe the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang, while Zhu Ji, Wei Shan and Sheng Tang sat in Hongmen.

Although he didn't know what happened to Jing Zhaomei in the five years since he left Hongmen, and who he had met, he knew that Jing Zhaomei's martial arts were no longer what they used to be.

Although he didn't know if Jing Zhaomei could snipe the immortal phoenix, he knew that he would definitely be able to inflict a heavy blow on the immortal phoenix.

However, he didn't know why Jing Zhaomei, who already knew everything about the cause of his parents' deaths, would work so hard to snipe the immortal phoenix for him.

He should have hated himself.

Maybe......

Oh, who knows?

As for the three proud disciples of Zhu Ji, Wei Shan and Sheng Tang, Hong Hui still trusts them very much.

Every time the things are handed over to them, the ambiguity is all completed and complete, and there has never been a trace of error, this time, perhaps......

Hong Hui couldn't help but sigh again.

This time, however, the mission was markedly different.

Because this time came an immortal phoenix, and Lan Yutang, who could even be reborn in the eighteenth layer of hellfire, to deal with such a person, Hong Hui was really worried about them.

Thinking of this, Hong Hui suddenly opened his eyes, touched his chin, and then, standing up, planning to go to the front yard to see how things were going.

However, before he could step out of the threshold, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.

Although there were candles lit in the backyard, the lights were dim, and the cold night rain outside made the surrounding environment even darker, and it was impossible to see the surrounding situation clearly.

However, he could clearly smell the heavy smell of blood.

He could even smell that the blood-smelling blood hadn't clotted yet.

Hong Hui was stunned suddenly, knowing what had happened.

He tugged the hem of his robe into his waist and was about to walk out, when the candlelight on the table suddenly realized that the heavy smell of blood came from himself.

Red candlelight, red blood, red robes.

The robe on his body looked like he had just killed someone, stained with blood, and was exuding a strong smell of blood, like the faint fragrance of a blooming rose.

It's just that this faint fragrance is too tragic.

Hong Hui was stunned.

This...... This...... What's going on?

Could it be that he was attacked and seriously injured when he was just asleep, and the blood came out of that wound?

However, if it is injured, why don't you feel any pain, but a heavy feeling of exhaustion, like climbing several mountains in a dream.

Still is......