On the sunken scale bay.

A young man in black and looked like a scholar lying on the bow of the boat. He watched the fallen leaves fly, suddenly had a whim and reached out to grab a leaf, but was stopped by a low female voice: "Stop."

The young man immediately withdrew his hand and turned his head to look at the woman sitting in the middle. She was holding a little boy in her arms and seemed to be asleep.

"I finally coaxed him to sleep, don't make too much noise." The woman placed the boy on the cradle beside her, full of fatigue.

"I just told you not to bring him out. It is rare for us to go out for a long trip. We should let him give him the care of Uncle Jin. Taking him out will only add a burden to us." The man sighed helplessly.

"After Uncle Jin accompanied us back to the palace, he suddenly became seriously ill and could not speak. Haoer was at the age of learning to speak, so he could not stay by Uncle Jin's side." The woman shook her head, "Besides, Uncle Jin is old, so he shouldn't cause such trouble for him."

These two are Gu Jingyao, the young master of Yayuque, and the Taoist girl Lan Chubi. When the incident happened in Junshan, Gu Jingyao returned to the deserted site of Yayuque with Liu Jin, who called himself the butler of Yayu, to start reconstruction. On the way, except for Liu Jin's inexplicable loss of voice, everything else was smooth sailing. Gu Jingyao also became a relative of Lan Chubi and gave birth to a son, who is one and a half years old.

"Fortunately, we hired a few servants for him before we left." Gu Jingyao smiled, "If we are not here, he will not be lonely."

At this time, the boat shook and had already reached the dock.

"You haven't told me yet, what is the purpose of this trip?" Gu Jingyao pulled Lan Chuyi to the shore and asked.

"Didn't you find a different place in this forest?" Lan Chuyi held the baby in his cradle and smiled at him.

"Before autumn comes, the fallen leaves are falling." Gu Jingyao looked up and said.

"This was originally a place with beautiful scenery as usual in all seasons, but because it was necessary to divert water into a spring to match a sword furnace, the water in the soil was lost. As the years grew, the leaves here were about to fall off soon after they were born." Lan Chuyi shook his head gently, "And the water in the Shenlin Bay was just filled with people later, but how can this cure the source?"

Gu Jingyao couldn't help but sigh: "What a pity."

"But it also came from disguise and presented another desolate and bleak scenery, right?" Lan Chuyi smiled, "After that, have you guessed where we are going?"

Gu Jingyao nodded and replied with a smile: "Qindu."

Quandu, Guanyue Sword Residence.

Fu Wangxuan waved his sword lightly, just as it was named, leaving a brilliant ray of light on the place where the morning glow of the green mountains passed.

In a blink of an eye, the sunset shrouded the entire room.

It is covered with blood and is as red as blood.

Wherever Luo Feiyu's sight was all about sword energy.

He had seen the terrible part of the Tingyu Sect's sword that can form a sword formation with one sword. Bai Wumei was in the frost cold sword formation, as if he was watching the fire, and he could control it like a god, and he could condense the cold air into a sword blade at will. I wonder what kind of power will Fu Wangxuan, who was once a murderer, now the leader of Tingyu Sect and one of the five swords, show?

"Since you don't want to hand over it, then die." Fu Wangxuan said in a cold voice.

"You die for me too." Luo Feiyu said in a deep voice. I don't know if it was said to Fu Wangxuan or the morning glow of the green mountain. Then he swung his sword and jumped to Fu Wangxuan. The surface of the sword was repeatedly covered with a layer of frost and cold.

"Jun Lin?" Fu Wangxuan raised his eyebrows.

It was the King of Land created by the White Bird Sword Lord. Luo Feiyu learned swords with Mo Jinshu when he was young, but Mo Jinshu never taught him the immortal sword technique created by the five swords, but only taught the mortal sword that was stuck in the world. After witnessing Mu Kexin's killing sword a few days ago, he silently recorded this sword in his heart.

He didn't think about why his master refused to teach himself the Immortal Sword.

At this moment, he only felt the sword energy in his body extremely surging!

But it was easily blocked by a sword condensed from blood mist.

"Bai Wumei was practicing on the snow mountain. His sword formation was extremely cold, but he died under this even colder sword." Fu Wangxuan raised his hand to control the blood-colored sword blade, "I had expectations for Mu Xianjun's sword, but it was just like that."

After Luo Feiyu swung the sword, he felt strangely that he had no follow-up power, and the meridians that had originally practiced the sword qi were also empty.

"What's going on?" A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Fortunately, a light and light color appeared from him.

"The West River Flows Snow." Fu Wangxuan frowned slightly.

Luo Feiyu was stunned. This was the first time he felt a fluctuation from this indifferent murderer. He also took this gap to pick the blood blade and retreated aside.

"It seems that you are also the one chosen." Fu Wangxuan condensed his blade again, and the blood-colored sword was immediately shrouded by a light color Haoying.

It looks no different from Luo Feiyu.

"Is this the Xihe Flowing Snow?" Luo Feiyu's pupils tightened slightly.

"Yes." Fu Wangxuan's confused and dispersed eyes suddenly became sharp, and the light that condensed on the blood sword suddenly dissipated. "I'll emphasize again, that sword is very important to me. If you give it to me, I won't kill you."

"Stop." A soft female voice interrupted him.

Fu Wangxuan looked hurried and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the owner of this voice had already blocked Luo Feiyu's front and isolated the two.

"You are back." Luo Feiyu gasped.

"What are you doing?" Gongsun Shilian threw a pot of turbid wine at him, then drew his sword and pointed it at Fu Wangxuan.

Fu Wangxuan's eyes passed over the snow-white Jiangmo sword, looked at Gongsun Shilan, his face slightly cold. Then he withdrew the sword formation and ran out the door without looking back.

"Are you so scary? You actually scared everyone away." Luo Feiyu said in surprise.

"Don't talk too much." Gongsun Shilian took back his sword, "When I left to buy you wine, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm not." Luo Feiyu shook his head, "He was already sitting here when I just stepped into the room."

"Well, no matter what, he has no malice." Gongsun Shilian sat down.

"No malice? He just wanted to kill me." Luo Feiyu said in confusion.

"No, he didn't have the intention to kill just now."

The distant hillside.

Fu Wangxuan leaned on the ground with his sword, his eyes were desolate.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I have not made any progress at all. Even if I become the leader of a sect, I still don't have the courage to look directly at this sword." Fu Wangxuan suddenly knelt on the ground, "It's ridiculous. I've quit drinking for so long, why do I want to drink today?"

"But I promised you at that time that I would put down my butcher's knife and drink it from now on."
Chapter completed!