Flowers all over the mountain.

It is the spring season, and evening is approaching, and everything is about to fall into the night. Even the shallows, which are frequently stirred by horse hooves during the day, are rarely quiet, reflecting the flawless twilight in the sky.

A woman in plain clothes stood on the hillside, surrounded by flowers. Two exquisite and gorgeous swords were each worn on both sides of her waist. Her cool eyes stared at the road ahead, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

This situation is not suitable for rushing to the road at this time.

But she was still waiting.

Because she firmly believed that that person would definitely pass by here.

"Sure enough, I'm still waiting here." A weak voice with a cough suddenly rang out.

The woman in plain clothes changed her face and quickly turned her head, but she saw a haggard man sitting in a wheelchair. Although her hair was neat, it covered most of her face. There was another person behind her pushing the wheelchair for him because she was wearing a black veil and hat and couldn't see her face clearly. However, it could be seen from her beautiful figure that she was a charming woman.

"You always tell me that she has changed." The haggard man coughed, "But how do I feel that she has not changed when she was a child?"

"It's still the same, stubborn."

After he said this, he suddenly looked up, and a sharp cold light popped out from his eyes that had been deeply trapped, which looked particularly terrifying under the twilight.

The woman in plain clothes looked over the man, looking at the woman who was pushing a wheelchair for him, forcibly calming her emotions and calling out, "Sister."

The hat shifted a little upward, and the black veil seemed to look at the woman in plain clothes.

"Arong." The man called softly.

The woman in plain clothes did not show any affection and interrupted coldly, "I'm now, my name is Jiao."

"The five tones are relied on each other, separated from each other, and at the end of Xiyi, the strings are full of music to ask the heart of the piano." The withered man suddenly spread his palms, and there were a few smooth little stones in his palm. He threw these little stones up and down, "Ex-六官网, you really gave you a good name."

"Young master will always be your son, how can you say something about the past and the next?" Kou's hands were clasped on the hilt of the sword.

"Young Master Gu Zhou, before that Ren Shaohua." The withered man's smile gradually faded, "and now, it's me."

"Random!" Jiao suddenly drew out his two swords and rushed towards the withered man.

The withered man raised his hand slightly, and some stones fell into the puddles beside his wheelchair, arousing rhythmic rhythms. The rhythm actually controlled all the accumulated water in the surrounding pools and shot them up in amazement, surrounding the corners.

Immediately afterwards, the unfinished yueyin Shang controlled the splashes and quickly swallowed the corners.

"This is the end of disobedience." The haggard man lowered his head and coughed a few times.

But the woman behind him shook her head.

Under her guidance, Kou once learned to dance hard.

The dance name is the mermaid.

The deep spring locks the cold moon, and the mermaid plays with Qingming.

This kind of dance is the strongest when it encounters water. The moment it comes out of water, all the sword energy condenses on the sword edge.

As for the sword intent on the sword.

It is not an exaggeration to say it is murderous intent.

Sure enough, two swords in the water danced together, and many sword flowers were stacked.

A cold and dangerous moonlight bloomed in the sword flower.

The two swords merged into a wheel, and they opened the water curtain like a full moon, bursting out the water splashed out, and the horns flew out without dripping water. They stabbed the withered man with the sword.

The sword wind is cold and the flowers sway throughout the mountain.

He also blew away the black veil of the woman in the hat, and saw that the black veil fell down to his face.

It was indeed the face she remembered.

The face she was looking for.

But at this moment, the look that this face looked at him was no longer full of intimacy and pampering as before, but almost unfamiliar indifference.

There is even disdain.

The joy on the corner face gradually faded away, and then became sharp. She increased the strength in her hand, and the indomitable sword force became more domineering.

"You said I was unrestrained, but according to the etiquette of the elders and young, your actions at this moment are truly unrestrained." The withered man faced the sword's edge, but he did not retreat. His miserable white sleeves floated up like ghosts, revealing the three almost transparent silk strings below.

At both ends of the silk string are the two handles of the wheelchair, which are lightly hung on the withered man's legs.

He slowly swept the strings.

The domineering sword suddenly stopped for about an inch in front of him.

Then stretched out your fingers and bounced it.

The sword force is completely broken.

The horn body, as the culprit of this sword force, was affected the most and fell backward in an instant. But at this moment, the string seemed to be hooked up, making a sound similar to the bow being pulled up. The sword force was pulled over and lingered on the string. Soon, with the lingering sound, it dissipated bit by bit.

"This is the sanxian of my father?" Ke's tone trembled.

"The three strings are in the chapter: one slop, two slop, three slops, and four sings are in the past. It is indeed the San strings created by the adoptive father. If we think of our former brotherhood, I will not play the last move of "precedent"." The withered man showed a gloomy smile, "Save your life."

"My life was given by the young master back then, so why do you need to beg for it from you?" Jiao Qiang stood up, and the sword energy condensed at this moment, and rushed up with sword in his hands.

"So many years have passed, it's still like this, I'm not good at it." A hurried man suddenly felt a hint of cruelty in his gentle words. His fingertips slashed across the Sanxian, causing a messy melody. Kou suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his head, and the sword energy also dissipated in an instant.

"Sister Three, you have always been so disrespectful to me." The haggard man raised his head slightly, "I could have understood that you were ignorant before, but now things are like the situation in the world. I will not have the patience to tolerate you like I used to be."

"Sister." Kou looked up with difficulty and glanced at the woman in the hat.

"You go." The woman in the hat who had been silent for a long time finally spoke.

"Sister, they are all waiting for you, and the young master is waiting for you too!" Jiao murmured, "But why are you..."

"Young Master keeps your life to let you go, not to let you leave." The woman in the hat said in a deep voice: "If you don't leave, don't blame me."

Although Jiao had been away from the elder sister in front of her for several years, her undeniable majesty and her habit of obeying her elder sister since she was a child made her hesitate at this moment.

After a long time, Kaori looked at the woman in the hat deeply and left after all.

"If you hadn't been the one who raised the Sanxian first and dispersed the uncontrolled sword force. Her life would probably have been here today." The withered man said quietly.

"Your affairs must be known to that person." Gong took off his hat, "and she can play a role in reporting the news."

"You mean that lonely boat boy." said the withered man.

"Didn't you always want to kill him?" Gong said lightly.

"I just want people to call me a young master. As for the life of the young master, I have sent a madman to take it. If I can get it, I can only blame him for his bad luck. If I can't get it, it will be his own life!"

"The gentleman in the imperial city will definitely not refuse to have an extra piece in his hand."
Chapter completed!