Unexpectedly, in the past few years since I left the rivers and lakes and settled in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, there have been so many young masters in the rivers and lakes, such as Tsing Yi, the Immortal Phoenix, and you, Jing Zhaomei.

As a senior in the rivers and lakes, as a person who has been rumored in the rivers and lakes to be almost close to God, Shang Tiandao is concerned, he died under the sound of a young junior's piano, although he was unwilling, but ......

Shang Tiandao looked at Jing Zhaomei and muttered.

Jing Zhaomei's piano sound became more and more intense, more and more excited, like a flame that had been ignited, and there was even a light in his originally clear and inactive eyes, and he said:

Shang Tiandao, you have been asking me, why I grew up in Hongmen, for me, Hongmen has become my home, and it has become my only sustenance at this time.

However, in the five years since he left Hongmen, he still joined the Dijing Palace without hesitation, and even why did he kill Hong Hui when he returned to Hongmen now.

You have been asking me that there will be such a tangle in the sound of the murderous piano, then, now, I will tell you, all because of him, the master of the Hongmen, the lightning knife, Hong Hui.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today, and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be an orphan who caused this scene today.

Today, I knew that the immortal phoenix was coming to take his life, but I still came out to snipe the immortal phoenix in this dead forest, so that Hong Hui could die in my hands.

His voice was filled with anger, hatred.

And the sound of the piano suddenly became mournful and poignant, as if it was muttering about the past.

Ten years ago, Hongmen was not as powerful as it is now, and there was no dense forest of death around it that completely covered Hongmen.

At that time, Hongmen was beautiful, so beautiful that it was like the legendary Pure Land of Bliss.

The turquoise tiles, the magenta bricks, and the cool bluestone slabs flickered with emerald green light and lazy light in the warm halo of spring.

Although there are often eighteen kinds of weapons on the martial arts arena, the ground is green grass.

When Hongmen's brothers practiced boxing and knife tricks on it, Jing Zhaomei liked to sit cross-legged under the cherry tree and play the guqin loudly.

The sound of the piano is melodious and quiet, there is no anger, no resentment, only the carefree of childhood, like a low and silent lullaby.

The breeze is fine, the morning sun is shining, and a new day has begun again.

The milky white morning mist gradually spread on the grass of the martial arts arena.

And Jing Zhaomei's clear and low piano sound is also swaying leisurely in the sky of this milky transparent Hongmen with this milky white morning mist.

The earth, as if washed by water, is fresh and delicate.

Jing Zhaomei's people have completely merged with the sound of the piano.

Suddenly, a sneer woke him up from the sound of the piano.

He opened his eyes, and in the misty morning mist, he noticed a tall, majestic figure walking towards him with an angry face.

That's Master, Hong Hui.

Master's heavy progress shattered the tranquility of the morning, and he shouted coldly at him: Mei'er, you don't go to practice martial arts, you are doing this kind of boring thing again, why don't you stop it quickly.

Jing Zhao was stunned, quickly stood up, hid the small, delicate piano behind him, looked at Hong Hui with an innocent face, and whispered: Master.

Hong Hui's face was covered with a layer of frost, and his voice seemed to be frozen, and he said coldly: Hmph, Mei'er, why don't you listen to me and practice martial arts with your brothers and sisters.

You are a disciple of my lightning sword Honghui, and Hongmen still relies on you to carry forward in the rivers and lakes, but you do this kind of thing that only women do all day long.

Jing Zhaomei shook his head suddenly, and said, "Oh, no, I'm different from Master, I'm not suitable for dancing knives and guns at all.

Hong Hui's eyes widened, almost roaring, and he shouted at him: Mei'er, what are you talking nonsense?

Speaking of this, he waved his hand and knocked Jing Zhaomei to the ground with a slap.

snatched the guqin he was hiding behind his back and roared: This kind of thing will only hinder your training, and from now on, I will not allow you to touch this thing again.

As soon as the words fell, he threw the guqin to the ground, fell to pieces, and then stepped on it a few more times.

Jing Zhaomei hurriedly pounced, shielded the guqin with his body, and let the master's heavy footsteps fall heavily on his back.

There was a slight amount of blood pouring out of the corners of Jing Zhaomei's mouth.

Master Hong Hui is a closed disciple of Ma Mian, a hero who is as famous as Sword Thirty in the rivers and lakes, and a lightning knife in one hand has broken into the name of a lightning hero in the rivers and lakes.

However, in Jing Zhaomei's memory, since the day he remembers, he has not enjoyed Hong Hui's love for a day.

Not only that, but he will always live under Hong Hui's huge aura, lonely, his only friend, although he has so many brothers.

One day, probably five years ago, Jing Zhaomei inadvertently broke into Hong Hui's study.

At that time, Hong Hui was not in the study, but the bookshelves were so scattered that a gap was opened.

And behind the bookshelf, there is a secret room.

Jing Zhaomei called "Master" twice but no one answered, he wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but that secret room was like a legendary magic box, which deeply aroused his curiosity.

His footsteps involuntarily stepped into the secret room.

There was no one in the chamber either.

However, on the wall in the middle of the chamber facing the entrance, there is an oil painting of a young couple holding a baby.

Although the painting is not yet complete, the general outline of the person in the painting can already be faintly seen.

The baby was still lying in swaddling clothes, unable to tell who it was, but there was a sense of déjà vu on the young man's face.

It's like I've seen it somewhere before.

Jing Zhaomei scratched his head and muttered, "Oh, this man......

Suddenly, a tall and majestic figure entered the secret room from the door, and with a sudden flick of the cloak, a silent and deep voice came in, saying:

Do you think that man looks very similar to you, hmph, that's right, because he is your biological father, and the person in this painting is your family.

The baby they are holding in their hands is you, who are in your infancy, and your real parents were killed by my lightning knife.

It turned out that after the lightning knife Hong Hui returned from the heroic horse face, on the one hand, in order to confirm which realm his martial arts had reached, and on the other hand, in order to obtain his own fame and status in the rivers and lakes, just like the original sword thirty, he looked for people everywhere to fight a decisive battle.

After ninety-nine consecutive victories, he found the White Cloud Swordsman, Jing Yufei.