In the courtyard, the mountains and rocks are rugged.

An old white-haired servant rolled up his sleeves, brought water up from the babbling stream with a wooden bucket, poured it into a casserole, lit the firewood, and boiled it slowly.

The water is boiling, lift it up, and slowly pour it into the purple clay pot.

Then, with your hands together, hang down at your knees, and stand aside.

Feng Feifei looked at him, the corners of his mouth moved, as if he wanted to say something, but finally didn't say anything, just waved his hand to signal him to retreat.

The white-haired old servant retired.

When he walked around the corner of the rocks and picked up a broom to clean the front yard, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a lazy, rather mocking smile.

I don't know if I'm laughing at others or myself.

Although the white-haired servant was old, his time in Fujia Villa was very short.

Feng Feifei just felt that he was pitiful, so he accepted him.

This white-haired old servant didn't usually like to talk, and every day he diligently swept the floor, chopped wood, boiled water, cleaned the courtyard, and trimmed the flowers and plants......

If it weren't for his symbolic "oh" when others spoke to him, maybe others would have taken him for dumb.

But......

However, Feng Feifei could always sniff out a trace of his taciturn words and deeds...... How to put it, a hint of familiarity.

If she had seen the ironic smile on the corner of his mouth just now, she might have discovered what that familiar smell was.

It's a pity that she didn't see anything.

She just picked up the purple clay pot, filled the wind and her own cup, and then, picked up the teacup, sipped slowly, and felt the unique moonlight taste of this ethereal mountain Ningxiu Peak.

For twenty years, she had fallen in love with the habit.

I watched as the watery moonlight sprinkled down through the dense neem trees and leisurely landed on the vermilion railing of the pavilion, making a crisp tick, tick.

Then, it fell on the white gas coming out of the spout of the purple clay pot of freshly brewed tea, slowly rendering, rendering, and for a while, turning into a haze.

This haze slowly unfolded, unfolded...... It's like a picture scroll slowly unfolding.

It's just that when the picture scroll is fully opened, the scene seems to be too miserable, with a taste of blood.

When the three Assassins in crystal armor with solemn and proud expressions suddenly appeared here in the silence unique to this Rich Armor Villa,

When the black chain of the enchantress, wielded by the assassin with a bepleasing and charming expression and a stunning woman, smashed the teapot that was still steaming white on the stone table under the gazebo to pieces,

Feng Feifei knew that after Fujia Villa smashed the conspiracy of the hero Liu Qing twenty years ago, this unique tranquility was broken again.

In fact, just when Feng Feifei gathered those martial arts giants on the rivers and lakes to gather in Fujia Villa to discuss the twenty-year covenant between Tsing Yi and Burial Sword Island and how to break the conspiracy of Dijing Palace, he already had a hunch that this might be the last tranquility of Fujia Villa.

Now, that bad premonition has come true.

Crystal warrior, Shi Shiran approached the backyard, letting the evening breeze blow through the cliffs and rocks, with a haughty and cold face.

And behind them, the corpses of the invited martial arts tycoons and the families of Fujia Mountain Villa had already been scattered from the front hall to the pavilion in the backyard.

The ones who fought and killed them were the three assassins in front of them with an arrogant attitude and arrogant expression, wearing crystal armor, and crystal warriors.

Those martial arts giants don't send first-class masters.

Even the family members of Fujia Villa are also not good at it.

But these good hands were robbed of their names by these three assassins in an instant, and quietly, even a master like Feng Feifei didn't notice it.

These three guys...... Who exactly is it?

Feng Feifei was stunned.

The wind blew away.

However, the white-haired old servant who had just gone out did not change his face, and stood behind a mountain rock, looking at all this with a solemn expression.

When the ice queen, whose expression was bewitching and charming, like that of a character woman, swung the chain of the black enchantress and smashed the teapot that was still steaming on the stone table, Feng Yifei and Feng Feifei just picked up the first cup of tea to drink.

When the shattered fragments of the teapot made a crisp crashing sound on the bluestone slab, they faintly heard the extraordinary sorrow coming from the mountain gate.

Feng Yifei put down the cup, looked at the corpses of the martial arts heroes all over the ground, smelled the nightmarish blood of these martial arts heroes floating in the air, and listened to the extraordinary sorrow in front of the mountain gate, with a solemn and tragic expression.

After the battle between Fengjiabao and Leijiabao in the turmoil, his originally pale and pampered face suddenly had more vicissitudes, maturity, and a sense of responsibility.

You will be surprised to find that the pampered young master has finally grown up.

Feng Yifei's hand, which was originally shrunk in his sleeve, suddenly clenched the sword on the table and looked at Feng Feifei.

Feng Feifei's face was calm, still blowing the hot air coming from the teacup, and sipping the tea.

Then, looking at the ice girl who waved the black enchantress chain and a beautiful bewitching smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, she didn't know whether the expression was surprised or angry.

Bing Ji's smile is familiar to Feng Feifei.

Just twenty years ago, when she traveled with Jian Thirty to the rivers and lakes, she was already very familiar.

At that time, in the battle of Fujia Villa, the smile of the hero Liu Qing when he approached her and seized her and tried to annex all her belongings.

In the town of Seven Killings, when Gan Ning and Gan Laosan put her and Jiang Feng in prison, trying to use them as bait to annihilate Jian Thirty, his smile was like this.

Even her rival Acacia Lady Bai Jiwan smiled like this when she watched them step by step into the trap laid by the Acacia Maze.

At that time, when Feng Feifei faced this smile full of cruelty and viciousness, his expression was indifferent, his expression was calm, and his mood was calm.

Because she has a sword by her side that can solve everything for him.

is also because she has Jiang Feng by her side who can give everything for her.

No matter what happens, Sword Thirty will use his sword to solve everything for her.

Even if the sky falls, Jiang Feng will stand up and carry it for her.

However, today, twenty years later, when Feng Feifei faced this smile again, she felt fear and hesitation for the first time.

Sword Thirty is gone, and his sword has become a part of the dust.

And Jiang Feng went down the mountain at this time to find the third most important man in her life - her son Jiang Zhan.

At this moment, although there is still a Feng Yifei by his side, although Feng Yifei is also the kind of person who can die for her and hold up the collapsed sky for her, Feng Feifei still feels unprecedented fear.

Is it because Jian Thirty's death has hidden a lingering shadow in her heart, is it because Jiang Feng and her son are now uncertain, or is it because of ......

Or was it because of the three arrogant assassins who suddenly appeared in front of her at this moment, the cold killers overwhelmed her, and one of them was still smiling with a bewitching and cruel smile at her?

She doesn't know, she doesn't know anything anymore.

All she knew was that now, the peculiar tranquility of Fujia Villa had once again been shattered.

And the only way to restore this tranquility is to fight, fight.