Jing Zhaomei's beautiful face like a big girl was half spread out in the sewage.

Then, he began to tremble constantly, and he didn't know if it was because Lan Yutang's words hit the weak nerve in his heart, or because the night rain that fell one after another was too cold.

Lan Yutang suddenly turned around, put his hands behind his back, looked at those falling like scattered beads, sighed infinitely, and said slowly:

Now that everything has been revealed, I think you should be able to understand what my words mean, and I think you should also be able to understand Hong Hui's good intentions back then.

Jing Zhaomei finally showed a painful look on his face, half-knelt there, and kept smashing his fists into the sewage on the ground, muttering:

Maybe, I was really wrong, maybe, I really shouldn't hate my master so much, maybe, God gave birth to me because it was wrong.

I always think that in today's rivers and lakes, only the people with the highest martial arts are the strongest, and I even firmly believe that only the most solid fist is a symbol of manhood.

However, now I know that I was really wrong, because it is not the fist that is really used to measure manhood, but the heart.

A person who can endure what others can't endure and do what others can't do is a real man.

It is undeniable that Master Honghui is a real man, in order for us to have a better future, in order for us to be able to gain a foothold in the turbulent rivers and lakes, he does not hesitate to hide his love for us in the depths of his heart.

However, now that I think about it carefully, the reality is indeed so, because every time the master was whipping us and punishing us, although his face was so tense that there was no expression,

However, the look of pity and love exuded from his eyes has never changed, and he has always suppressed his feelings and prevented his feelings from exploding.

Thinking of this, those images just now resurfaced in his ears.

And in his ears, the resolute voice of the master when he was sick on the same rainy night twenty years ago kept ringing:

What is this life of mine, as long as I can save Mei'er's life, whether it is life, death, broken bones, no matter what......

Okay, don't talk about it anymore, now, I've made up my mind, that is, to exchange my own life with Mei'er, and I don't hesitate......

and the lonely and helpless cry in his sleep: Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad......

It turned out that Lan Yutang was right, the master has always been so important in his heart, but hatred hides this love in the depths of his heart.

Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad......

Jing Zhaomei's heart was calling in a low voice.

It turned out that he had been suppressing his feelings and his love for his master.

At this time, Jing Zhaomei's feelings that were frozen in the depths of his heart began to slowly melt, and slowly surfaced from the corners of his heart.

However, this fully awakened feeling made him even more painful.

This awakening made him decide to do something that could be used to repay the misunderstanding he had had made about his master over the years.

Thinking of this, his already stiff body moved slightly, and then, suddenly, he pushed the ground, and his whole body actually stood up.

Lan Yutang snorted coldly: Jing Zhaomei, have you already understood?

Jing Zhaomei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then, with a shake of his shoulder, he peeled off the sewage-soaked robe and threw it aside, like Lan Yutang, naked and naked, letting the raindrops of those lotus petals drip down sharply, smashing his chest as hard as iron, and said slowly: Understood.

Lan Yutang said: So, what are you going to do?

Jing Zhaomei's originally tight eyebrows slowly stretched, looking in the direction of Hongmen in the rain, as if seeing the kind face of Master Honghui when he was sick, he said:

Now, I have done so much wrong to my master, he may have disappeared from the world under my conspiracy, and Hongmen has been shattered by me,

In the past twenty years, I have failed my master's painstaking efforts, but now I think that only with my blood can I wash away these mistakes I have made.

With that, he picked up the green silk silver qin that had been thrown aside with his toes, and then, with a shake of his hand, he drew a knife from the middle of the body.

Streamlined blades.

The blade of the half-quarter moon.

It's a pheasant Yuhara knife.

The pheasant You Yuan knife was unsheathed, Jing Zhaomei held the long handle of the knife with both hands, raised the tip of the knife slightly, and placed it on the side of his right shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

Lan Yutang, my former good brother, and you who can be regarded as my mentor, just now, I remember that you seem to have said that as long as a person gets rid of the hatred and evil heart in his heart, he can be invincible.

Now, then, you can use your immortal jade flute to prove to me that this is indeed the case, and I will fight you to the end with the same mood.

If I defeat you, then it means that what you just said is nothing more than some pedantic and useless preaching, and I will look down on you.

If you defeat me, then it will be proved that your words are right, and I can use my own blood to wash away the sins against the master and the great disrespect for you.

Although Jing Zhaomei had been fatally hit by the Immortal Phoenix Blue Yutang Golden Phoenix Spear just now, now, the murderous aura he exuded was thicker and more powerful than before.

At this moment, the murderous aura emanating from his body was no longer hatred or anger, replaced by a strong fighting spirit and amazing momentum.

And Lan Yutang seems to be the same.

He shook his hand suddenly, and the immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, suddenly stretched out again, revealing the appearance of a golden phoenix spear.

Lan Yutang shook a spear flower in the night rain, and then, with one leg on the ground, one leg bounced up, making a golden rooster independent posture, and suddenly pointed at Jing Zhaomei with the tip of the gun, and said in a deep voice:

In that case, then, come on, Jing Zhaomei, after the baptism of my golden phoenix spear, you can go to your master Hong Hui to apologize innocently.

The true qi condensed in Lan Yutang's body was like the magma inside the volcano, and it also began to boil.

The two of them just confronted each other, their bodies burning.

And the torrential rain that poured down in the sky seemed to have been boiled and burned by the powerful and fiery momentum that emanated from them, and they were steaming hot.

The rain finally stopped falling on them.

The rain, completely isolated by the intense and fiery momentum that emanated from them, seemed to fall on the outside of a glass cover, and slanted one after another, falling diagonally from their sides.

When the volcanic true power accumulated in the two of them was condensed to the maximum, it suddenly exploded.

The two men suddenly jumped up and staggered through mid-air.

Then, in the dark forest of death, in the cold night rain, two dazzling lights suddenly flashed.

It was the scene of the light of the pheasant Yuyuan knife and the golden phoenix spear colliding with each other.