Hong Hui's fist also landed on Jing Zhaomei's body mercilessly.

Looking at Jing Zhaomei, who was paralyzed like mud and couldn't move, Hong Hui snorted coldly, and then, with his hands on his shoulders, walked out of the secret room.

Jing Zhaomei knelt there in a daze, looking at the portraits of his biological parents hanging on the wall, clenching his teeth so tightly that he even bit out blood.

At that time, he swore that he would take revenge, he would take revenge, and he would kill this arrogant, hypocritical, cold, and ruthless man with his own hands.

So, after that day, he disappeared in the Hongmen.

He swore that when he returned to Hongmen again, he would sacrifice his parents with Honghui's blood and comfort their souls in heaven.

And in the five years that he left Hongmen to wander the rivers and lakes, he met a person.

He learned such an unfathomable kung fu from this man.

It is said that this person is the legendary palace master of the Dijing Palace, but Jing Zhaomei feels that there is no trace of evil aura on his body, and he is not at all like the leader of the most evil and cruel sect in the rivers and lakes.

Although he has been teaching his martial arts for the past five years, he has never told him his name.

Judging from the relaxed atmosphere when he got along with him, as well as his speech and demeanor when he taught him by word and deed, Jing Zhaomei could even be sure that this person was definitely not the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace.

According to the rumors in the rivers and lakes in recent years, he always felt that he was very similar to that person......

is the same lazy, the same free and easy, and in the depths of his heart, he also endures some indescribable faint sadness.

With that legendary ...... That is...... It's really like that.

But, anyway, after five years of studying with that person, on this rainy night, he Jing Zhaomei returned.

He Jing Zhaomei is finally back.

He swore that tonight, he would sacrifice his parents with the blood of Hong Hui.

Tonight, the reason why he volunteered to snipe the immortal phoenix in this dead forest was that he didn't want Hong Hui to die in the hands of the immortal phoenix Lan Yutang.

He wanted Hong Hui to die in his own hands, just like he had killed his own parents.

He was going to make him suffer the same pain.

At this moment, although his people were in the forest of death outside the Hongmen, he believed that chaos had begun to occur in the Hongmen.

The plan that was originally made should have almost begun to be put into action.

Speaking of this, he looked at Shang Tiandao, who was already dying by the strings and green silk, and suddenly sneered, pressed the strings with both hands, and sneered:

Shang Tiandao, now you should have understood, after listening to this story, do you still want to say that the murderous aura in my piano has been diluted by something?

Now, now that you know all this, you should be able to set foot on the road to the Yellow Springs with peace of mind, and let me give you a ride.

As he spoke, his fingers flicked, and the sound of the piano sounded.

However, at this time, Shang Tiandao, who had been strangled by the strings and was almost dying, suddenly sneered and said in a deep voice: Hmph, have you finished what you want to say?

Jing Zhao's hand shook suddenly, and said, "What?

Shang Tiandao suddenly raised his head, looked at Jing Zhaomei with a hateful face, and said lightly: Since your heart knot is your master, then now, let me relieve you.

Speaking of this, I saw that the strings that bound Shang Tiandao's limbs suddenly trembled, and there was a sound of "clanging clanging" tense wires.

Then, the taut strings began to slowly contract, contract, shrink into the tall and thick body of the cold maple and fir, and even began to bend.

Then, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed from Shang Tiandao's waist, roaring in the night rain of this dim and obscure death forest.

It was the light and shadow of the sword flashing.

Although Shang Tiandao's limbs were tightly bound by the strings, the long sword wrapped around his waist that was as soft as willow silk suddenly flew out on its own as if it had been summoned.

The soft sword came out of its sheath, bringing up a heavy wind, a fierce wind.

The sword wind trembled, hovering above Shang Tiandao's head for a moment, and then, with a push in the air, it swept out the rainlines that had fallen, surging up a larger whirlpool, like a huge splash of water when a long whale jumped out to sea.

Everywhere the water splashed, I saw that the soft sword hovering in mid-air suddenly stretched out slowly like a awakened hibernating snake.

Like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky, it slashed down towards itself with the momentum of a storm.

The sword light flashed, and the strings that were bound to Shang Tiandao's limbs broke one after another, and the sound of clanging was particularly crisp in the night rain.

Before Jing Zhaomei could understand what was going on, the broken pieces of the strings had broken and were scattered all over the ground.

Shang Tiandao landed in front of him again, holding his hands on his back, Shi Shiran looked at him, where was the dying and half-dead look just now.

Jing Zhaomei's fluttering piano sound suddenly stopped, stood up suddenly, looked at Shang Tiandao, and said in the future: You ...... You...... You......

Shang Tiandao's shoulders shook suddenly, and the soft sword that was originally hovering softly in mid-air like a willow disappeared and wrapped around his waist again.

With his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran walked towards Jing Zhaomei, looked at him, and said slowly: I am Shang Tian Dao, although my name is called Dao, but I use a sword, and the sword of the Burial Sword Island can even split the stars.

I'm here, after you learned that the master who raised you for fifteen years was actually the enemy who killed your entire family, you have been suffering from huge conflicts in your heart.

Although Hong Hui is your enemy, he has raised you as an adult, and he has been tormented by your conscience in the choice of repaying your favor or revenge.

I also know that in the five years since you left Hongmen to wander the rivers and lakes, you have met a person whose martial arts are far higher than those of Honghui.

At the beginning, I always thought that that person was probably the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace, even if it was not the palace master himself, then he must have a very important position in the Ogi Mirror Palace.

However, now I can be sure that that it is definitely not the palace master of the Ogi Mirror Palace, because what you have learned from him is not only the unfathomable martial arts, but also the way of being a human being.

Today, five years later, when you returned to Hongmen again, you originally wanted to kill Hong Hui with your own hands to avenge your parents, but the choice between revenge and revenge tortured your conscience again, so your piano sound was entangled by something other than murderous energy.

And the reason why you suddenly hesitate between the choice of revenge and revenge, I think, must be the person who taught you martial arts who influenced you.

When he taught you martial arts, he should also try to resolve the grievances that you have endured in your heart, you really deserve to be a noble person.

Jing Zhaomei slapped the guqin suddenly, and said loudly: You are talking nonsense.

Shang Tiandao said lightly: The reason why you deny it is precisely because you still haven't made a choice.