The man nodded quickly, "Brother, save me."

Is the successor of the Mo Jian just so capable? Luo Feiyu felt a little confused and then remembered something, "Are you from the Tang Sect?"

"Yes, my surname is Tang and my name is Zhantian, and I am from Tangmen." Tang Zhantian choked, "Ahhhh, I can't breathe."

"Zang Tian? What an arrogant name." Luo Feiyu knocked on the sword on Tang Zang Tian's back. After confirming that it was the Mo Jian, he pulled Gu Jingyao up, "It would be bad if he died here."

Tang Zangtian gasped, got up and took a few bites on the roast chicken, which made Gu Jingyao angry, "You!"

Luo Feiyu looked at him and finally asked the question in his heart: "How come you, a disciple of the Tang sect, carry the ink sword?"

"It's my father." Tang Zangtian drank a few sips of wine, "My father had a good relationship with two swordsmen in the Sword Forging Alliance, one was the Master of Su Bo and the other was the Master of Mo Jian. After these two swordsmen died one after another, Su Bo's sword was destroyed, but the Mo Jian was preserved as before for some reason. After the war subsided, it was passed to my father."

Luo Feiyu said in surprise: "Is your father?"

Tang Zangtian, who has always been a careless person, was also sad when he mentioned this place, "My father has the same surname as Tang, and his name is Zhuanai."

"Buried Love!" Luo Feiyu exclaimed.

"Who is Tang Zangai...?" Gu Jingyao asked.

"Just a mediocre person who died of sorrow with wine." Tang Zangtian raised the wine jar, "Father, the last time you drank in front of me, it was such a good night."

Gu Jingyao had long been unable to stand his pretending behavior and snatched the wine jar, "You just want to embezzle my wine and chicken! There was obviously a whole one next to him, why did you come to steal this one?"

"Because other people's things are the most fragrant." Tang Zangtian said in a rude way.

Luo Feiyu did not listen to the quarrel between them, but his eyes remained unmoved.

Tang Jun and Tang Cang love, and killed people with a killing force.

It is said that he developed a strange poison, but it is not humans, but hair. After the hair is soaked in this poison, it will be extremely hard. On the battlefield, he could scrape a person to death. He also carried a pair of scissors with him. When necessary, he cut off one of his hair as a needle. It is precisely because of his superb hair cutting skills that Tang Zangai is very popular in the Sword Forging Alliance, especially Su Bo and Mo Jian.

Later, the descendant of Mo Jian died. Feng Tingyue, the master of Su Bo Jian, lost his mind and went to the village to denounce the argument. Rumor was that he had asked Tang Zangai to go with him before leaving, but Tang Zangai was unwilling to go in order to take into account the overall situation. However, he tried hard to persuade Feng Tingyue to fail, and while achieving a beautiful story in the world, it also led to the tragedy of his two friends' deaths.

When he was cleared to the Zangjian Villa, Mo Jian saw the sun again. Because Mo Jian Jing Wuhui and Su Bo Fengtingyue had no descendants, Mo Jian naturally passed on to Tang Zangai. Tang Zangai watched the sword every day, sleeping sadly every night, and felt guilty and died of drinking all day.

Whether from the Mo Jian or from Tang Zangtian's bloodline close relatives, they are inseparable from the Zhuang Jian Villa and inseparable from Xun Xianke.

And how could Mo Jian, who was unable to win the celestial masters, be a kid who had only been in the forefront for half a year?

The passing years are unfavorable, and disasters never come alone. Why is another person who has a deep hatred for the Xunxianke?

Luo Feiyu sneaked at the two of them.

Tang Zangtian was already slightly drunk, put on the hat he carried with him, and said drunk: "This time, the Liu family's eldest daughter, I will marry you!"

Gu Jingyao was also drunk and couldn't speak clearly: "You marry that Liu, whoever you want, I want my girl Chu Bi, burp."

Where love arises, the boy is like this.

The morning breeze and the waning moon.

Tomorrow is the day for martial arts competitions and marriages, and Liu Biran has already rested early. However, Liu Yili couldn't sleep no matter what. He came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake and recalled the young man in his mind from time to time.

What impressed me the most was that he would go to Liuyue Villa to meet her in the winter when he was twelve years old, wearing white horses in white, shattering the quiet and soft white snow in Jiangnan. Finally, he would come to Liuyue Villa to meet her with the snow on his head.

Even in the early morning, he would rush to Junshan with a pot of wine, rushing to the mountain, shocking the fallen leaves and birds all over the mountain, without any concern, and would wake up the people in Liuyue Villa, because he had never been afraid of anyone. Finally, he stepped on the rising light, led the exhausted horse, and stood in front of her with a roar and complaint.

My sister's marriage is about to come. I wonder which young man who can marry her is, and whether she likes it?

Suddenly, the hazy moonlight on the lake was broken by an object, which shocked the ripples. It was soon captured by Liu Yili's keen eyes. She stopped thinking and looked down, and saw a lotus leaf floating slowly.

It doesn't seem surprising that the lake has broken lotus.

Strangely, there is a piece of paper on the flat lotus leaf.

Liu Yili leaned over and picked up the lotus leaves, and curiously unfolded the letter paper.

However, after reading the letter, Liu Yili was fascinated.

Liu Zhuyuan.

This is an abyss. On the steep rock walls, purple bamboos stand and grow, willow trees grow on the cliff, and there is a pool under the abyss like green green.

In recent years, Liu Zangfeng, the owner of Liuyue Villa, no longer sleeps with his wife every night, but comes here to hone his weak Liu Fufeng sword skills, so as to climb to the extreme realm of soft sword skills and martial arts in the world.

The lonely young master who had removed the human skin was sitting quietly on a huge rock in the pond, passing his internal force to his meridians bit by bit.

But for a moment, Young Master Gu Zhou suddenly leaned forward, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and staining Bitan. He wiped the corners of his mouth, then looked at the blood on his fingers, and his eyes flashed with reluctance and pain, "Is it still not possible?"

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the abyss.

It's late at night, who will come here?

"Father, are you here?" An extremely familiar voice came.

The young master Guzhou hesitated a little, but did not think about it carefully. He wiped away all the blood, put on Liu Zangfeng's human skin mask, and jumped up on the cliff bamboo.

A girl is standing on the edge of the cliff.

Her skin is pure and flawless, and her face is elegant and beautiful. It is the second lady from Liuyue Villa, Liu Yili, the jade-like Liu family.

It is Liu Yili who has been obsessed with him for the past seven years.

I don’t know if it was because I haven’t seen you for a long time or because of some estrangement, Liu Yili suddenly felt that his father, who had raised him for more than 20 years, was a little unfamiliar. He hesitated for a moment and slowly said: “Dad, I heard that you have been back. How are you doing in Lizhuang these days?”

Liu Zangfeng nodded softly, "What's the matter?"

Liu Yili sighed, as if he had become accustomed to his father's cold attitude in recent years, so he had to submit the letter and said incredibly formally: "A lotus leaf floated to me just now, and the leaf carries a letter. The contents of the letter seemed to be a little bad, please check it out."

Liu Zangfeng took the envelope and opened it, and couldn't help but frown.

There is a line of words on the envelope.

Kill Luo Feiyu quickly.

The signature has no name, only a strange Tai Chi pattern.

"Father, this man named Luo Feiyu is attending the sword sacrifice conference in our Liuyue Villa at this moment?" Liu Yili asked.

"Where did you receive this letter?" Liu Zangfeng still looked at the letter paper.

"The morning breeze and waning moon." Liu Yili replied.

Seven years ago, Ren Shaohua often came to Liuyue Villa to visit. Naturally, he knew that the morning breeze and waning moon were the most beautiful place in Liuyue Villa.

"I'll take you back to your room to rest first, and then go to find your mother." After Liu Zangfeng finished speaking, he set out on the road. Liu Yili was slightly stunned, and finally followed obediently.

In the dark night, a lonely ghost holding an umbrella slowly drifted away.
Chapter completed!