Gongsun Fang slowly walked to Luo Feiyu, pulled out the silver needle on his back, and said lightly: "You lost."

Luo Feiyu got up and tears burst out from his eyes, "No, I didn't lose! If it weren't for being plotted against by someone, he would have been killed by me!"

"What is a mere plot? There are many things that can pay attention to the ending in this world, but they will not pay attention to the process." Gongsun Fang said lightly.

"I'll fight him again!" Luo Feiyu suddenly recalled the white-haired old man, forcing his body covered with scars and trying to stand up. The wounds left before continued to crack and were covered with blood.

Gongsun Fang flew his internal strength to him and found that Luo Feiyu was risking his life to use the sword vein technique to resist. She was worried that Luo Feiyu would die because of this, so she had to stop and said angrily: "How could Shi Lian pass the Xihe Flowing Snow to you, this waste!"

"Junior brother."

Hearing this tired and desolate call, Luo Feiyu trembled, "Senior Sister."

"As long as you haven't died yet, this matter will not end. Sister Fang is right, it's really nothing. You may face many obstacles and difficulties in the future. In short, you have to remember that the world believes in this world will always be power." Liu Zangyue sighed lightly.

Luo Feiyu looked at Liu Zangyue.

She spent half of her life wandering, and the vicissitudes of her eyes seemed to show her past. She lost her love and her master's wife, and now she seems to have gradually regarded the matter of being wronged as her lifelong desire.

Although, in terms of age, she is not considered old.

But for a flower, after experiencing so much wind and frost, it is indeed almost my twilight years now.

"Senior Sister." After Luo Feiyu looked at her for a long time, he finally called out softly and couldn't help but shed tears.

Gongsun Fang did not stop him from crying, but sighed, walked off the stage, and came to Ye Ying.

"Have you told the people of the Jianghu outside what I said?"

"They already know it. I believe that it won't take long for the whole world to know about this."

"Okay." Gongsun Fang responded lightly and walked out.

Ye Ying suddenly noticed something and turned around and asked, "You have finally come back. Are you going to travel far again?"

"Yes." Gongsun Fang put on a white hat.

When she walked to the gate of Qingjiantang, she suddenly looked back, but she was not Ye Ying, but Luo Feiyu who was crying on the high platform.

His tears fell to the ground, and also fell to his heart, causing ripples.

"I hope, you don't let me down, let alone Shi Lian." Gongsun Fang turned around and never looked back.

This sword sacrifice conference completely rewritten the pattern of Jiangnan area.

The Guzhou Boat has since fallen apart, but bizarrely, the pleasure boat that had been swaying on the lake for seven years has also disappeared, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

The Liu family in Gusu lost two major owners and was unable to hold a sword sacrifice conference again. Jianghu had begun to find another family to take over. Liu Zhaoyue Villa was the owner of the owner, but they lost the blood of the scabbard, and they also lost the strength to be side by side with Yanyuwu and Fenghuamen. Fortunately, most of the older generation followed the Liu family from Dali, so that they would not have the talent to wither in such a dangerous time.

At the Hanshan Temple, a one-armed woman asked to see Ruhui, the abbot of the temple, who wanted to become a monk.

In order to see Master Chenkong off, Ruhui had just knocked on the wooden fish that had been three days and three nights, and before she could rest for a while, she came out to receive the woman.

"The donor came to ask for marriage half a month ago." Ruhui recognized her at a glance, clasped her hands together and said respectfully.

The one-armed woman used her only left right hand to give a gift, "Yes."

"At that time, the monk said: "What causes and causes will be sown, and what results will be achieved. Forced to do so will be useless. I wonder if the donor can find out your marriage." Ruhui recited the Buddha's name.

The one-armed woman shook her head, "I think about it now, what I want is not marriage, but cause and condition. But this cause and condition is not that marriage."

Ruhui was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Okay."

In this way, Hanshan Temple accepted the first nun in history. Outside Hanshan Temple, a man in black with a black sword wandered for several days and nights, and finally left resolutely and headed west.

Lin'an, Royal Library.

The previous owner of the library was a woman. She waited in front of the door for a long time, and finally at sunset, she finally waited for the person she was waiting for - Ling Pengyue.

But he came with a corpse on his back.

"Pengyue, this is..." The woman covered her mouth in surprise.

"I will get this debt back from King Jing." Ling Pengyue walked to the woman and said coldly.

"Huaifeng often came to the palace school to play since he was a child. We watched him grow up." The woman sighed, "I'll go buy coffins and spices now, and bury him here."

Wudang Mountain is shining with stars.

After Mo Haochen had just stepped into the mountain gate, he bowed to Qing Yin and told him about his plan to retreat for five years. Then, without his permission, he stepped into retreat.

Qing Yin looked at Mo Haochen's strange back, "I'm really curious about what you experienced in the battle with Master Gu Shaoque on the martial arts competition that day."

But Gu Jingyao did not go out and drank with the two good brothers until they were drunk as he had imagined.

The one who rescued him from the water prison was an old man named Liu Jin.

The old man claimed that he was the most loyal butler of the lord of the lord of Yayuque, Gu Lang, and had been searching for the whereabouts of the young master, Gu Jingyao for many years. Gu Jingyao inexplicably returned to the abandoned lord of Yayuque for many years and began to rectify and become the lord of Que.

Lan Chuyi also went back with him.

The two teenagers who promised to drink with him were recuperating from Fenghuamen, Lin'an.

The whole world soon learned about the incident of the disciple of the Sword Ancestor Xue's grievance for searching for the immortals, but in the end he was defeated by Liu Zangfeng, the former owner of Liuyue Villa. This matter also became a joke for most people in the world after dinner. But Luo Feiyu himself seemed to care, but was silently waiting for the day he was healed and embarked on the way to Chang'an.

Five months later, Jiangnan ushered in heavy snow.

In Fenghua Gate, Luo Feiyu and Ren Shaohua cooked a pot of shochu and stared at the chaotic snowflakes in the sky. It seemed that the days of recuperation were too boring, and no one said a word.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano gradually rose. Ren Shaohua put down his wine glass and looked at the source of the sound. The red eyes of the woman playing the piano also looked over through the scattered snowflakes and smiled at him.

The piano and the zither are in power, and everyone is quiet and peaceful.

Luo Feiyu couldn't stand it, so he stopped looking at the two of them, but turned to look at the sky westward.

"I'll heal my injury in a few days, so I should be able to set off to see you!" Luo Feiyu raised his head and drank a sip of wine.

"I have something I want to ask you." In the distance, a woman was sitting at the top of the city with an umbrella, and suddenly smiled and said to herself.

"At that time, why did you go to a martial arts competition to recruit brides?"
Chapter completed!