Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Water Dragon's Song
——The cliff is thousands of feet away from the solitary pine, and the hanging crown is even higher on the pine.I have been doing nothing all my life, so I should give up. I have a good reputation.
The sword king stands upright, lunges forward, holds the sword in both hands and chops...
His face seemed to have been weathered for thousands of years. Under the light of the stars and under the cover of the moonlit night, there was an ancient bluish-white color. The veins on his wrists were fully exposed, and the veins were exposed. He stood like a fossil statue on the ground. On the edge of the cliff, it looks like a god, mighty and majestic, incomparable!
But the sharp castration of the old blade in his hand was exactly on the top of Ye Feng's head!
The Immortal Blade stopped at the moment it touched the top of Ye Feng's head. Ye Feng's golden hairpin was split in two by the unrivaled saber energy, and was still pressed tightly against the top of his head by the saber force; The completely dissipated sword energy caused Ye Feng's loose hair to fall back and dance, swinging under the stars all over the sky, and reflected in the thunderbolt sword light.
What's even more frightening is that although the sword king is still, the pressure that pours down almost seems to drive Ye Feng deep into the ground.
Ye Feng's face was ashen, and his headache was splitting. He had never been so close to death for a moment in his life.
Although the Saber King retracted his saber in time, the imposing saber intent had already struck him. If the golden hairpin on his head hadn't dissipated most of the saber's energy, he might never see this vast starlight again.
"I... lost!" Ye Feng murmured, the frustration of losing made him extremely painful, the broken air knife, which had never been defeated since its debut, finally lost, and the defeat was so miserable.
In just a few days, Ye Feng was frustrated by that mysterious person in the back garden of Wujian Villa, which left a deep shadow in his heart.But at this time, he was defeated by the sword king again, and his firm confidence collapsed in an instant, and he could never recover.
The sword king took a deep breath, retracted the sword, and stood still.
The two halves of the golden hairpin on Ye Feng's head lost the pressure of the Immortal Blade and landed with a ding.
Ye Feng stared blankly at the majestic figure of the sword king, his mind went blank.
What kind of revenge plan, what kind of arrogant smile, what kind of angry horse in bright clothes, what kind of high spirits.All the beauty is just a farce of life, as long as the knife just cuts half a little more, as long as the knife leaves less energy, he will never see the sky full of stars and the world of mortals...
It's a good trick to "seek joy"!
Perhaps, life is nothing more than a search for pleasure that doesn't ask for results, and the end of the pleasure is still not found!
After a long time, the sword king gently asked: "What is temperament?"
Ye Feng raised his head in a daze, and saw that the King of Swords had a dejected expression on his face, without any complacency, his eyes were fixed on him like a long arrow piercing his heart, and suddenly his whole body was shocked.
The hardships, misery and ideal pride of youth returned in an instant. He was no longer the blade blade Ye Feng, but he was still the bleak young man with blood feud, venting his breath with clang, and destroying fanaticism with arrogance...
"What is temperament?!" Ye Feng shot a painful look in his eyes, and screamed loudly: "I don't care what his temperament is, and what is fame and wealth. I don't want to be a man based on other people's faces. I don't want my relatives to die in front of me. Powerless, I don't want to hide in the desert all day like a dog, I don't want to carve "revenge" on my leg with a knife and scold myself for being useless. I want to be a person who speaks with a knife, I want a justice In this world, I want those who ruined my family to pay the due price..."
Ye Feng's feet softened, and he half-kneeled on the ground. Big drops of sweat on his head burst out in a nearly crazy collapse, and fell into the black and yellow ground.
He has practiced martial arts hard for twenty years, and he has gone through so many hardships that others can't imagine or understand. The only belief that supports him is revenge!
And until now, he didn't know that the martial arts he had always been proud of was so fragile and vulnerable in front of real masters!
And the martial arts of his real enemy and real enemy are even more unmatched!
The knife king's knife not only shattered his fighting spirit, but also shattered his body and mind!
Zhu Yanhong could no longer hold back the tears welling up in her eyes...
At that moment, she seemed to personally feel the bottomless pain in Ye Feng's heart, the laughter that was once so hearty and calm was no longer audible, and the firm and stubborn confidence was completely broken at this moment...
In an instant, she forgot her husband Lei Nu, whose life and death are now uncertain, her son Xiao Lei who was always in her heart, she forgot Miss Shen who was once secretly jealous of the "shallow smile and slender figure", and she forgot her face. That bloody wound that I fear will never heal, I forgot where I should go in the future...
But she still remembers the only bright smile when she first saw him in the gloom of the room, she still remembers his handsome and heroic posture when he bent down and slowly ignited the fire at the bottom of the stove, and she still remembers the blood-stained face when he saw the nameless knife. The ecstasy and timid concern, I still remember the crimson that meandered down Li Qingsheng's wrist when he repelled him...
At this moment, at this moment when Ye Feng was struggling from the line of life and death, at this moment when Ye Feng was crying and face life with ashes, Zhu Yanhong finally knew how much she cared about this child-like girl. The same crying man, her heart is hurting, cracking, and tormenting for him.
If possible, she would be willing to bear for him the knife that didn't take his life but took away all his fighting spirit...
As long as, as long as he can still smile so brightly, so brightly, just like the brilliant sunshine on the day when he first met him!
At this moment, she knew that she fell in love with him, when he was enduring the biggest failure in his life!
The sword king looked up to the sky and sighed: "Hate! Does it have to be done with blood?"
Ye Feng raised his head suddenly, his eyes burned away the remaining tears like fire: "You are not me, my hatred can only be washed away with blood!"
The sword king sneered: "You are not me, otherwise you would not be so useless now, kneeling on the ground waiting to die!"
The magic in Ye Feng's eyes is getting stronger: "I will defeat you one day and defeat all my enemies!"
The sword king lifted Ye Feng from the ground, and said word by word: "If you want to knock down the enemy, you must first stand up straight!"
Ye Feng trembled convulsively again, and the words of the sword king awakened him like a dream.
Ye Feng slowly straightened his body, pointing and pointing, he opened the big hand grasped by the King of Swordsman on his lapel, and his eyes burst into flames: "I can stand up, with my own strength!"
The sword king smiled and pointed at the edge of the cliff: "Look, even though these plants have been blown by wind and rain, even after hundreds of generations of prosperity and decline, there will always be a piece of grass standing upright against the wind!"
Ye Feng followed the sword king's gestures, took a long breath, and gradually returned to normal.
He can bear it, he has endured it for twenty years, and he can continue to practice hard for another twenty years, until his knife cuts off the head of the enemy...
The sword king said: "Do you know why the old man tried his best just now, regardless of the loss of true energy, but also let you lose this match?"
Ye Feng raised his head in surprise, but saw that the sword king seemed to have aged several years suddenly, and he realized that this battle of the sword king was not easy to win.
The sword king said slowly: "The old man just wants you to know that since you have been defeated once, you have nothing to fear!"
If you lose once, you have nothing to fear!
When you walked through the steep and steep cliffs in a dangerous manner, when you staggered and survived a near death.When you step on the setback that knocked you down and stand up again, what else do you have to be afraid of? !
That's why we have the courage to lie down on our salary.
Therefore, there is a life after death!
It wasn't until this time that Ye Feng finally understood the painstaking efforts of the sword king towards him!
The sword king seemed to be deep in thought, and sighed a long time: "When the old man was your age, he didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth. He thought that with a sword in his hand, he would gallop around the rivers and lakes, enjoying grievances and enemies, until he met him. There are people. The way of martial arts is vast and endless, even if you spend a lifetime of effort, you may not be able to see it to the limit..."
Ye Feng asked in a deep voice: "Who is he?!"
A complicated expression flashed in the eyes of the sword king: "Except for the world's number one expert Mingzong Yueming, who else can make this old man so impressed!"
Ye Feng's heart tightened: "Senior just said that he was invited to go out this time, is it him?"
Sword King said: "It was Shui Zhihan who passed on his orders."
Ye Feng snorted coldly: "General Ming could have come to me directly, why should the King of Swords come out of the mountain?"
"You're wrong!" The Sword King sighed, "This old man has enjoyed all kinds of love and hatred in his life, but he only owes him one favor. He also knows that if he doesn't find a chance for me to repay it, the old man will be brooding and depressed." , I'm afraid it will affect my future cultivation in martial arts."
Ye Feng sneered: "Senior seems to have no hostility towards General Ming?"
The sword king said solemnly: "He is the enemy I am most grateful for in my life!"
Ye Feng asked in surprise: "Can the enemy also be grateful?"
Dao Wang said: "The thorny road of martial arts can never be broken or established. If there is not such a powerful enemy, the old man would not be able to create the seven moves of forgetting the heart."
Feeling something in Ye Feng's heart, he blurted out an idea: "That's right, if I didn't have this strong hatred, I wouldn't be able to practice today's martial arts."
The sword king laughed loudly: "Does little brother Ye want to go further in martial arts?"
When Ye Feng said the words just now, he already felt a little regretful, he just nodded slowly without answering the words.
The sword king suddenly smiled, pointed at Zhu Yanhong, and asked Ye Feng, "Do you like her?"
Ye Feng was shocked, never thought that the sword king would ask such a question in such a shocking way.I couldn't help looking at Zhu Yanhong, but saw a trace of panic flashed on her delicate and beautiful face, she hung her head in silence, and there were still tears on her cheeks...
The knife king seemed not to notice the panic and embarrassment of the two, and then asked Zhu Yanhong: "Miss Zhu, do you like little brother Ye?"
Zhu Yanhong's body trembled slightly, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes revealed a strange determination, her calm voice floated in the air: "Yanhong just saw Mr. Ye was in danger, her heart was agitated, and at that moment, Yanhong suddenly understood Since the old man asked a question, I had no choice but to answer it honestly. Although I knew it was against women's morals, Yan Hong also knew that I really cared about Young Master Ye..."
The sword king laughed heartily again, and his voice shook the sky, as if he had already seen all the worldly affairs.
On Qionglong Mountain, in front of Wangxin Peak.
The atmosphere is so delicate.
Ye Feng never expected that Zhu Yanhong would confess her heart directly in front of the sword king, and was immediately at a loss.
On the contrary, Zhu Yanhong brushed her hair that was blown by the evening wind lightly, with a calm demeanor.
The sword king looked at Zhu Yanhong: "Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world if you are so frank?"
Zhu Yanhong replied boldly: "The appearance of Yanhong Puliu, I know that I am not good enough for Mr. Ye. But the so-called people have secrets and thoughts, and I have thoughts, why can't I dare to confess? What's more, the relationship between me and Mr. Ye is pure and pure. , and stop at the ceremony, what right do people in the world have to laugh at me? Since the old man just said that the beauty of life is impermanent and fleeting, instead of waiting for a hundred years and regretting his whole life, it is better to express his heart in time, and indulge in obsession. No regrets, how can you control the jokes of others!?"
Even with the sword king's insight into the world, he never expected that a question of his own would attract Zhu Yanhong's answer, and he was fascinated by it.Seeing Ye Feng also looked confused, staring blankly at Zhu Yanhong, as if meeting her for the first time.
Zhu Yanhong turned around and walked towards the small thatched hut on the top of the mountain: "That's all Yanhong said, and now my husband's life and death are uncertain, so it's inconvenient to talk to the two of you, don't be rude!"
Ye Feng and the Sword King had been watching Zhu Yanhong stepping into the hut, they were stunned for a while, and then the Sword King murmured, "Such a woman, such a strange woman!"
Ye Feng remained silent, but his heart was churning and surging like a sea tide, many thoughts flooded in, but he couldn't say a word.
The sword king took a long breath and stared at Ye Feng: "Do you know the origin of the old man's seven ways of forgetting his heart?"
Ye Feng just didn't know what to do. He hoped that the sword king would say more about Zhu Yanhong, but also hoped to change the topic in time.Hearing the question from the Sword King, he replied casually: "The so-called forgetting the heart, of course, has the meaning of avoiding love in the world first, so as to achieve greatness."
Dao Wang said: "You're only half right. I haven't seen the way of heaven yet, and I can't forget my heart, but after decades of comprehension, I finally understand that to forget your heart, you must first forget your feelings, and to forget your feelings, you must first forget your heart." The rationale for empathy...
Ye Feng's mind became a little clearer, and he murmured: "How can I empathize before I feel it?"
Sword King Su Rong said: "Brother Ye's words are wrong. People are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless? People have seven emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, hatred, hatred, sorrow and joy. Why is it not love? Like you, you have been determined to take revenge since childhood. Never forgetting, the depth of this kind of affection, how can it be compared with others?!"
Ye Feng finally returned to normal, he laughed and said: "Could it be that senior means to let me transfer my hatred to my feelings? Can this kind of thing be forced?"
"This old man is forcing you." Dao Wang laughed loudly: "This old man has seen so many people and so many romances in his life, if he still can't see your root of love for Miss Zhu, is he living his life in vain? Hehe, I have heard for a long time that you have a good relationship with Miss Shen from Luohua Palace, so this moment is also suitable for empathy."
Ye Feng couldn't laugh or cry when he was teased by the sword king. He and Shen Qianqian were actually a misunderstanding created by the gossip in the world. Even if Shen Qianqian wanted it, he might not.He coughed unnaturally: "Senior, don't misunderstand. Besides, Mrs. Lei and this junior have only met each other for a few days. If Lei Nu really dies unfortunately, this junior will also..."
The sword king interrupted Ye Feng: "Do you like Miss Zhu in your heart?" He insisted on matching Zhu Yanhong with Miss Zhu.
Ye Feng was at a loss for words for a while, and asked himself that he actually had affection for Zhu Yanhong, but she had been a married woman for a long time, and she couldn't express her affection and etiquette.
The sword king sneered and said: "You are a big man in vain, and you are not as straightforward as a woman."
Ye Feng was in a hurry, and blurted out: "Even if the junior admits that he likes her, so what, she has long been a celebrity, and the junior should respect her as a sister-in-law..."
The sword king's eyes flickered, his palms hit each other, and then they were tightly intertwined, as if he had made some decision: "That's it. The worldly etiquette is a dead letter to the old man, let alone Lei Nu is dead, even Lei Fu can't die, and everything can be settled with a divorce letter. As long as you don't dislike her, what do others say to you?"
Ye Feng's heart thumped, and he still muttered: "But this junior has blood and family hatred, so he shouldn't be in a sea of love, and he has mistaken others..."
The sword king shouted aggressively: "So what if you have a family feud? So what if she is married? Who said that a hero has no love for children? A man who is indomitable should grasp every moment of his short life. In this life, what I seek is neither fame nor wealth, but the joy that is surging in my chest!"
The voice of the sword king was like a slap in the face, and the blood and pride in Ye Feng's chest could no longer be restrained, and he clenched his fists and shouted: "Yes! Ye Feng lives in the world, not for fame and wealth, not for fame, even if he shocks the world , even if it is despised by others, what I want is these two words - 'happily'!"
Seeing Ye Feng's heroic resurrection and revived fighting spirit, the sword king saw a flash of relief in his eyes, and couldn't help but let out a long roar.
Ye Feng's heart knot has been resolved, he heard the sound and his mind moved, and he responded with a long cry.
There was a loud and loud sound, echoing passionately in the Qionglong Mountain, and it took a long time before it dissipated.
The King of Swords pressed Ruhuo's feelings, and said in a deep voice: "Shui Zhihan has high martial arts skills, is capable of bending and stretching, and has a meticulous mind, which is extremely difficult to fight. Since he knows you have come here, he will not give up. Although the old man asked Sanfu to tell you He will come here ten days later, but with Shui Zhihan's scheming in the city, even though he doesn't want to directly go against the old man's wishes, he must send people from afar to guard the exits of Qionglong Mountain, have you thought of a way to escape?"
Ye Feng nodded: "Shui Zhihan never expected that the senior would be so fond of the younger generation, and even thought that the younger generation would underestimate the enemy with the burden of Mrs. Lei. In addition, although the Qionglong Mountain is not big, it is weak to divide the troops to encircle the mountain. Even if Shui Zhihan and Li Qingsheng come in person, this junior is sure to find a way out."
Seeing that Ye Feng regained his confidence, the sword king patted him on the shoulder to show his appreciation, but he squeezed his eyes again: "You can call Miss Zhu Yan Hong, but don't call Mrs. Lei anymore, haha."
Ye Feng's face flushed slightly: "The junior is just a little worried about her..."
Dao Wang said: "You can leave her with me, then I will personally send her back to her natal family, and you can go to Jiaxing to meet her in a few days." Zhu Yanhong's father, Zhu Zhongning, a great scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, lives in Jiaxing.
Ye Feng secretly made up his mind, thinking that even if he was not in love with Zhu Yanhong, he was tragically killed by Lei Fu, and he must protect her well in the future.
The King of Swords seems to have seen Ye Feng's thoughts: "Don't worry about those many things for now, the old man knows that you are still thinking about saving Shen Qianqian, but as the young palace master of Luohua Palace, she knows Han Tian's greatness through water. You don't dare to offend if you have the guts, the most you can do is to detain her and lure you into the trap."
Ye Feng nodded slowly, knowing that it was a critical moment of life and death, and he had to let go of everything in order to escape from the siege and fight against powerful enemies.
The sword king smiled and comforted: "At that time, our new and old sword kings will go out together. Brother Ye is in the dark and the old man is in the dark. Even if Miss Shen is trapped in General Ming's Huadeng Pavilion, she can be rescued." As the new sword king, Ye Feng shook his head and laughed.
Ye Feng relaxed his mind, but remembered something: "What if General Ming knew that the senior let the junior go?"
Dao Wang Hao smiled: "General Ming's mind is unpredictable, even if he knows it, what can he do, at worst, let's fight again. But the old man is not going to let go of the empty sword, but wants you to really defeat the old man and retreat calmly , so that the old man can no longer owe this favor to General Ming."
Ye Feng raised his eyes and saw the sword king looking at him lovingly, his eyes full of anticipation, his heart was shocked.
The sword king said: "Do you know why the old man took the risk and insisted on keeping you for ten days?"
Ye Feng bowed his head in thought, and realized something, but he couldn't say a word under the ups and downs of his heart.
The Sword King continued slowly: "The old man wants you to forget your deep hatred and empathize with Miss Zhu in these ten days. When you understand the old man's method of forgetting love, then you can take on the seven-year forgetfulness that even defeats the old man. After that, you can go down the mountain. From then on, no one can underestimate you regardless of the sky and sea.”
Ye Feng's eyes turned hot: "Senior, don't worry, Ye Feng will definitely live up to his expectations!"
The sword king pointed to the iron chain that led directly to the depths of the mist: "On the opposite side, along the iron chain, there is an unnamed mountain peak more than ten feet away. The place where you practice and sit. The old man has prepared enough water and dry food for a month. You can go there with Miss Zhu in ten days, but you must study the old man's method of forgetting emotion carefully. If you can't take it after ten days Qishi, just wait here to die!"
Ye Feng looked at the end of the iron chain, surrounded by layers of mist, even with his eyesight, he couldn't even see Xuanxu on the opposite side, knowing that there must be the wisdom and understanding of martial arts left by the sword king , this gift can be described as precious.
Dao Wang said happily: "The ten-day old man will stay here to be your flower protector. Even if Shui Zhihan and Li Qingsheng come together, they won't be pleased."
Ye Feng knew in his heart that the sword king was very kind, so his throat choked up, and it was difficult to say even half a word after thousands of words.
Seeing Ye Feng's appearance, the sword king laughed loudly, and slapped Ye Feng's shoulder heavily with his palm: "This old man has seen the decline of the Dao of the sword for the past twenty years, and he has always been depressed, but he has never felt as happy as today! Boy, I know that although you are unfortunately defeated by the old man, it seems that the old man has seen how to revive the way of swords and smile proudly in the future. The broken empty knife is enough to comfort the old man!"
Ye Feng's heart was shaken, he felt that the old man in front of him really had a deep gratitude to him, he couldn't help his blood surging, and he fell down and bowed down.
The sword king avoided Ye Feng, but he was not greeted by Ye Feng: "Don't say goodbye, do you want me to think that the sword king, Qin Kong, is not as tolerant as that old man Xue Fenfei?!"
Ye Feng was stunned, as if a large bowl of warm old wine had been poured into his chest, his blood boiled, his nose was sour, and tears could not stop pouring out of his eyes.
The sword king looked up at the sky, as if he didn't notice Ye Feng's movement.But his chest was also heaving sharply, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was making up his mind, he still laughed loudly and said, "Didn't you call me Brother Qin before? Try calling me again, hahahaha ..."
Sword King Qin Kong stood on the edge of the cliff, with a proud face, quietly watching Ye Feng pick up Zhu Yanhong again, stepped on the iron chain step by step, and slowly disappeared from sight.
A vague sigh froze in his chest, and the voice that was about to vomit and linger lingered on his lips, but finally turned into a dull look, looking towards the only remaining world...
Ye Feng carried Zhu Yanhong on the slender iron chain.
The night is deep, the sky is cloudy, the iron chain pierces the wild crossing of the blue sky, and the autumn cold extinguishes the remaining heat of the mountain fire.
In the blue and green, in the wild grass, in the broken finger marks, this moment is all alone in the memory...
Is the fate of impermanence bound to coincide this time without complaint?
There is no arrogance in his heart, no smoldering flames of hatred, bleak blood loss, and exhausted wildness.
There is only the aftertaste of heaven in the eyes of the storm, and the exquisite temptation in the charming and charming.
With bare arms and bare hands holding each other, milk mist lingers beneath your feet; night birds humming in your ears; ferocious snickering on steep and dangerous cliffs; stealing eyes and sinking into the abyss...
He... closed his eyes and ears, but stepped steadily in the swaying mountain wind step by step, as if embarking on a resolute and difficult road of no return.
She...closed the eyelash door, just letting her heartbeat beat in the low sky of the lead curtain time and time again, just like slowly plucking the strings of the empty sky of the passing years.
Feelings breathe in the gray smoke, wandering among the valleys.
The headwind and the whirlpool conspire together, thinning out in the eyes.
This road is so long!
But even after the pale yellow story is blown away by the wind, who can forget this moment of letting go of the sound of the heart, this moment of arrogance? !
The iron chain is no more than ten feet long, and it ends at the end.
Ye Feng put down Zhu Yanhong, and the two stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, looking back at the way they came from.
But the night was dark and the mountain fog was lingering, and the sword king on the opposite Wangxin Peak was no longer seen, only the night was rolling in layers in the eyes, and the mountain wind was humming and roaring in the ears.
The two recalled that they were on the iron chain that was as thin as a little finger just now, and the uneasy feelings that involved a thread melted into the night, settled in the evening wind, and suddenly seemed like a dream.The two beating hearts seemed to have fallen into a cup of thick honey juice, both sweet and refreshing, but also stagnant...
In this short period of tens of feet, it is as if he has gone through several years of reincarnation in the world.
The top of the unnamed peak is only two feet square, and a bluestone hut stands quietly, with clouds and mist steaming down, like a small world isolated from the world.
Although Zhu Yanhong was in the hut on Wangxin Peak just now, but the night was quiet and the valley was quiet, she could hear the conversation between Ye Feng and Sword King clearly.
Knowing that Ye Feng is also a direct successor to Huanxi herself, her mind is in a trance, not only feeling that she is not worthy of him, but also has the feeling of first love, and her thoughts are all messed up by the evening wind, and her face is pretty. Already a blush...
After this journey of being dependent on Ye Feng's life and death, the heart is in suspense, no doctrines and etiquette seem to be important anymore, the faint resentment of these years seems to be worth it, two tears of love finally broke through the fetters of the eye sockets, and it was worthy of being thrown away. Chest...
Ye Feng felt something in his heart, and peeked out, but saw Zhu Yanhong's side profile seemed angry and happy, her already bright red face was even more flushed, under the cover of the night, it was so beautiful, there were two drops Tears were about to fall, and I couldn't help but tighten my heart, and lightly clenched my fists...
At this moment, Zhu Yanhong was startled to realize that a pair of slender hands were still holding Ye Feng, and her heart was shocked.It was only then that I remembered the fact that I was already a married woman, and I was no longer the carefree young girl with curly hair, let alone hearing the news of her husband Lei Nu's death, it was really wrong to get carried away because of being intoxicated at this moment, so I quickly took it from Ye Feng's palm. Withdrawing his hand, he said in a trembling voice: "It's really embarrassing for the young master to fall in love with someone who is still alive. I only hope that I can help the young master to practice kung fu so that he can avenge his great revenge. My wish is fulfilled."
A surge of arrogance mixed with watery tenderness rushed straight into Ye Feng's chest: "Ye Feng was originally just a first-class prodigal son who only knew happiness and hatred, but didn't understand tenderness, and there were many sorrows. I have a destiny with you these few days If you get along, you will be more favored by beautiful women, and you will know that life is also happy. The king of swords is right, life is as beautiful and impermanent as the stars rising and the moon setting. I am just a martial artist, and few people taught me the truth .I only know that life is full of ups and downs, and it is impossible to do as many things as I want to do. I only hope that I can hold the hand of my son, grow old together with my son, and let it be happy. What regrets in this life!"
Ye Feng's words were sonorous and resounding.
Zhu Yanhong looked at his arrogance and demeanor that would never change life and death, and a huge wave arose in her heart.But I feel that life is like the wind blowing, like the pinnacle crossing, generally drifting with the current, ups and downs, after a hundred years, how can I care about the worldly anger, if I can be with him for a lifetime, keep the quiet life, and live in peace In this world, what more can I ask for?
Zhu Yanhong was silent for a while, and said quietly as if she had made up her mind: "My lord, don't say any more. After you have achieved great success, Yanhong will go home to observe the funeral for her husband. If you don't dislike me in the future, you can come to Jiaxing for a meeting. Although Yanhong is The posture of willows, I would also like to recommend a pillow mat."
Ye Feng's chest trembled violently, Zhu Yanhong expressed her heart so clearly, she was afraid of damaging her reputation, so she would rather ignore the identity of the daughter of a great Confucian in the south of the Yangtze River, implying that he does not need an official matchmaker to marry, because she really has a deep affection for herself.Moved in my heart, I grabbed her slender catkin again: "Ye Feng doesn't know good or bad, but he also knows Yan Hong's deep affection for me. What's more, I heard the words of the sword king just now, and the secular ethics are empty, so I won't pass gossip Take it to heart..." This was the first time he directly called her by her name "Yanhong".
Zhu Yanhong struggled slightly, and Ye Feng held her hand, sighed: "Don't you forget that you still have blood and family feud?"
Ye Feng raised his voice and laughed: "If you are worried that your father will not forgive you, if you don't want to accompany me to go beyond the Great Wall, I can place you in Lanyou Valley first, and then I will pick you up after I have to avenge my revenge. Ask Jianghu vendetta."
Lanyou Valley is exactly where the snow is flying in the north.
Zhu Yanhong bowed her head and said nothing, just now her feelings surged, and she blurted out the friendship she had for him.At this time, Fang thought of his elderly white-haired father, who was only three years old, and asked himself how he could accompany him to the outside of the Great Wall. Even if the old father forgives him, how can the child withstand the bitter cold outside the Great Wall...
But how could he bear to tell Ye Feng all this clearly, it was hard to understand for a while, knowing that the road ahead was boundless, so he had to let go of everything first and help Ye Feng practice his magic skills, which would be considered as an confession to him...
Ye Feng didn't know that there were so many thoughts in Zhu Yanhong's mind, seeing her bow her head silently, she just assumed that she had acquiesced.Happy in his heart, he led her to the bluestone hut and said with a smile, "Let's guess what's inside here first?"
Zhu Yanhong forced a smile: "Don't just be a futon, a wall."
Ye Feng laughed loudly, pushed the door open and entered: "Do you think the Sword King is an eminent monk?"
The interior of the house is extremely simple, with only a stone bed, a pair of stone tables and chairs, some dry food and water in the corner, and nothing else.
Zhu Yanhong exclaimed, "There's not even a cooking stove."
The two of them also recalled the scene of the fire being lit by the stove that day, looked at each other and smiled for a while, feeling infinitely charming in their hearts.
Ye Feng has a sharp eye, first he saw a book lying upright on the stone table, lit a candle on the table with a flint, picked it up, and saw four large characters on the cover - "Seven Styles of Forgetfulness" .
Thinking that in the future, if he wants to ride hand in hand with Zhu Yanhong outside the Great Wall, he must overcome this difficulty first, so he turned the book and read it without any hesitation.
But when I saw that the book was densely filled with petty lowercase script, and there were various patterns, I was overjoyed.
Ye Feng's inner strength was passed down from Beixue, but his saber technique came from his own epiphany about the world, and what is rare is the guidance of a master. Now that the sword master has been taught by him for decades, it is quite different.
Zhu Yanhong is sensible and doesn't talk too much, but seeing that there is only one stone bed here, if the two of them are alone in the room, even though they trust him, they feel uneasy.Sitting quietly on the stone bed at the moment, thoughts fluctuate in my heart.
Ye Feng was suddenly startled, and his face was flushed: "Bright red, let's rest first, I have been used to sleeping in the wild since I was a child, even going outside to practice for a night is fine." Smiling, he turned and went out.
Zhu Yanhong heard Ye Feng say that she was used to sleeping in the field since she was a child, and she couldn't help but feel sour. Thinking of the suffering he had suffered since childhood, she felt pity and love, but she couldn't say anything about keeping him indoors, so she had to let him go.
Thinking back on the worries and fears of these days, the husband who suffered tragic accidents, and the old father and young son who are far away in Jiaxing, my heart is so tender that I can hardly sleep.Listening to the sound of the wind outside the window, and thinking about the coldness of the people outside the door, thinking hard until the third watch, the physical and mental exhaustion of several days finally hit, and then fell asleep in a daze...
Ye Feng sat cross-legged outside the stone house, embracing Yuan Shouyi, practicing according to the "seven moves of forgetting the heart" of the sword king, gesturing the moves of the sword in his heart, not knowing whether it will be sooner or later.
After several weeks of luck, Ye Feng has firmly memorized the mental method of forgetting the mind.
Although there are only seven moves in Wangxin Seven Styles, the changes are complicated, the profoundness is no less than that of any great sword technique, and there are many inconceivable and unreasonable points.
Fortunately, Ye Feng has never practiced martial arts of any sect, and he has no way to master it, so learning it will get twice the result with half the effort.But if this is the case, it is impossible to master it overnight. We can only write down the formulas of moves and exercises, and gradually understand them in practice in the future.
It was only when I looked up that I realized that the sky was getting brighter before I knew it.
Thousands of thoughts flooded his mind, thinking that he and Zhu Yanhong finally let go of all fetters and confessed their thoughts directly, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel agitated.
Peeking through the crack of the door, I saw that Zhu Yanhong, who was sleeping soundly in the clothes, had some kind of sweet dream, with a faint smile on her face, and a teardrop that hadn't dried up was still hanging on her cheek, ready to shed tears... …
In front of the small thatched hut on Wangxin Peak, there is a stone table and several stone benches. There is only a pot of tea and a few teacups on the table.
The King of Swords is sitting at the table, but instead of a cup of tea in his palm, he takes out the Immortal Blade from its sheath and holds it in his hand to examine it carefully.
A knife has two sides, one is sharp and the other is dull.
In this world, is everything you do, every decision you make, like this knife, which can help or hurt others?
The ten-day agreement passed in a blink of an eye, and it was now the eighth day.
Although he has ignored Ye Feng and Zhu Yanhong for the past eight days, he is really concerned about them.
The bitter mountain wind lifted his white hair, and also raised his heart.
He forced Ye Zhu and the two to reveal their true feelings, which was by no means his usual human nature.
That day in the Happy Building, I saw Ye Feng's powerful swordsmanship, skillful strikes, extraordinary adaptability, and high talent, all of which I have never seen in my life, and I have long been motivated to pass on my skills.Asking Ye Feng to come to Wangxin Peak, it is really with a complicated mood, I hope he can understand his Wangxin Seven Styles, create another magical skill, and carry forward the Dao of the sword; but in this way, he will definitely offend General Ming , good fortune and misfortune cannot be distinguished.
Ever since General Ming fought against Bao Suxin, head of the Guan Sui Sect of the Shenliu Faction of the capital twenty-four years ago, he spread his miraculous skills to intimidate the world, and he has been firmly respected as the world's number one master in the past few years.Except for the eternally famous Mount Tai top battle with the hidden weapon king Linqing three years ago, he was invincible against the rest of the opponents, and his prestige in martial arts had reached its peak.
Over the years, General Ming has insisted on unifying the Jianghu, causing a bloody storm in the martial arts world. Many martial arts figures who pursue fame and fortune have also turned to the general's mansion. Now even Li Qingsheng, the ghost king of the dead city in western Hunan, has formed an alliance with the general's mansion. Only the Liekong Gang Waiting for a limited number of big gangs to support Bai Dao Wulin...
Seeing that the martial arts have not fallen, and the people are dying, the sword king knows that he should never sit idly by, no matter whether it is out of morality or martial arts cultivation.
However, although Qin Kong, the king of swords, has his eyes above the top, he also knows that his martial arts are still inferior to General Ming. The transfer magic skill, but it is not half sure.
Ye Feng may be the only candidate who can restrain General Ming in the future.
But Ye Feng was young and energetic, and was finally rounded up by the general's mansion because the general's order was passed to the Five Swords Alliance.And with Ye Feng's martial arts at this moment, even if he can escape the pursuit of the general's mansion, he will inevitably be severely injured, and it is unknown whether he can achieve great success in sword skills in the future.Therefore, at this time of life and death, the sword king had no choice but to make a plan to force him to empathize with Zhu Yanhong, and asked Ye Feng to practice his seven moves of forgetting the heart within ten days...
But can Ye Feng master the seven moves of forgetting the mind that he only realized in twenty years in just ten days?
not to mention……
The sword king suddenly felt a sense, and suddenly stood up, looking at the mountain road.
"I haven't seen you for twenty years, Brother Qin, are you safe?" The two slowly stepped up to the top of the mountain, and the first person laughed long.
The sword king clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Brother Long has been missing for the past twenty years. I miss you all day long. Is he safe and sound?"
The visitor was about fifty years old, tall and tall, with a handsome appearance, but his face was full of beards, and he was unparalleled in courage.It turned out to be the "Prancing Horse Tengkong" Long Tengkong who suddenly disappeared in the rivers and lakes twenty years ago and hid in Hainan with the Lord Luohua Palace.
Long Tengkong was followed by a young girl. Although she had a sad face, she still had a slender figure and a slight smile. She was Shen Qianqian, the eldest lady of Luohua Palace.
Long Tengkong sat opposite the King of Swords with a big horse, poured another two cups of tea, and said slowly: "In the past twenty years, although we haven't had the chance to meet each other, we never dare to forget the friendship we have had in the past. .”
The King of Swords raised his glass and drank, thinking of the rush of time, the old days have become yesterday's flowers in a blink of an eye, everyone is gray-haired, and I feel sad.
Without waiting for the two to talk about the past, Shen Qianqian asked first: "Is Ye Feng here?"
刀王心中暗叹，叶风此刻与祝嫣红在一起，沈千千突然来此横生枝节，不知是福是祸？只好点头应道：“叶风此刻正在修习神功，一时不便与姑娘相见。”
沈千千大喜：“我们这一路来听到许多传言，有人甚至说他已被将军府擒下，甚至当场战死，现在可算放心了。”
龙腾空对刀王摇头苦笑：“此时江南战乱丛生，凶险至极，我本是想带着大小姐立刻返回落花宫，无奈……”
沈千千抢道：“水儿尚未救出来呢，我们可不能这样回去，实在不行便让母亲出面向将军府要人。”
刀王亦是摇头苦笑，若是落花宫主赵星霜公然对将军府宣战，凭着落花宫的号召力，必能集结大批武林中人，只怕江湖上再无宁日。
龙腾空正容道：“将军府已与枉死城联手，我们必得从长计议。”
沈千千闻得叶风无恙，心中欢喜，一张绷了一路的俏脸早是云开雾散，娇笑道：“有什么好怕的？水知寒与历轻笙未必敌得住龙大伯与刀王，何况我们还有一个碎空刀呢。”
刀王轻叹一声：“水知寒与历轻笙倒还罢了，若是惹出了明将军，只怕……”
一个声音淡淡接道：“明将军的武功真有那么厉害吗？”
三人转头，叶风与祝嫣红并肩立在山崖雾霭中，晓风吹得衣袂飘飘，男的俊朗，女的娇艳，直如一对神仙侠侣。
沈千千眼睛一亮，这一路上的挂念与委屈此刻全都重重翻腾起，泪水几乎都要涌将出来，凄声道：“叶大哥！”
叶风微微一笑：“我还想着应该如何去救沈姑娘呢，想不到你早已逃出来了。”
沈千千本想反驳自己是“杀”出来而绝非“逃”出来，但这些天来耽了许多的心事，此刻终又重见叶风，咽喉一哽，只是傻傻地望着这个“呆子”，什么话也说不出来了。
刀王奇道：“你怎么出来了？”
叶风垂手恭谨道：“有劳刀王无私相授，叶风已然悟得忘心七式的精髓。”
“好！想不到老夫二十年的苦思冥想被你八日通透。”刀王大笑：“老夫只是想不通，为何这般伤面子的事情，此刻听来竟是如此欣然呢？”
叶风眼中涌起感激之色：“刀王大恩，叶风终身难忘！”
刀王眼中怅意一闪而逝，大笑道：“老夫来给叶小兄引见一下，这位便是二十年前以七十二路腾空掌法和一张潘安玉貌名震武林的龙腾空龙老爷子，想当年落花宫主亦对他青眼有加，让我们大是妒忌呀，哈哈……”
叶风这几日与祝嫣红相对，虽无越礼之处，但两心相悦，旧日执迷报仇的心结早已淡薄，听得刀王开龙腾空的玩笑，也不免少年心性，先是对龙腾空深施一礼，大笑道：“秦兄快快将龙老爷子的旧日轶事挑些有趣的说来。”
众人听叶风称刀王秦兄，而刀王脸上一副哭笑不得却又不无得意的样子，俱是一呆，只有祝嫣红知道其中关键，忍不住掩嘴偷笑。
沈千千大觉好奇，连声询问刀王。
刀王只得细细解释，说到那一场忘心峰上的六招大战，更是口若悬河，眉飞色舞，更加上叶风在旁边的会心而笑，祝嫣红又不时从局外人的角度插言解说，直听得龙、沈两人心中痛悔没有早来几天，错过了这惊天动地的一幕。
龙腾空尚是初见叶风，但见其丰神俊朗，眼中神光忽隐忽现，显是身怀绝世武功。虽是一脸满不在乎的态度，神情里却是潇洒不羁中又略带一份薄薄的落寞之色，更难得没有半分年轻人的骄狂之气，说话甚有条理却又不疾不徐，神态稳重而不乏锋芒锐利，心中暗赞。
可他久经尘世，见到叶风与祝嫣红有意无意间的眼神交汇，暧昧难言，不禁暗暗失惊，一时沉吟不语。
刀王说到得意处，忍不住大力拍着叶风的肩膀：“老夫这一生阅人无数，却实是第一次见到叶小弟这样的人物，年纪轻轻武功已趋大成，而且静中有动，每每在平稳中屡有奇兵妙手，更是难得不骄不躁，灵机变通，假以时日，必是武林中的一个奇迹。”
叶风谦然笑道：“若无秦兄的指点，叶风尚不知天高地厚呢。”
刀王瞠目以对：“好小子，真就叫我秦兄呀。”
龙腾空亦笑道：“叶小弟不用谦虚，你秦兄这老家伙从不服人，今天破天荒地这一番称赞，只怕才真是心中得意的不知天高地厚，哈哈。”
刀王再是一掌拍向龙腾空：“你这老不死的家伙也敢开我的玩笑，来来来，让我见识一下这些年你的腾空掌法有什么进度，能敌住我的忘心七式吗？”
叶风身处两大绝世高手中间，却依是不紧不慢，丝毫不见拘束：“忘心七式与腾空掌法是留给明将军的，现在露了底岂不是让敌人笑话。”
龙腾空再是一阵豪笑：“我这些年天天守在落花宫，无人练功试掌，手上几乎都要长青苔了，明将军若是来了，我才好一舒这些年的郁气。”
叶风虽对龙腾空的威名少有所闻，但先有闻雷怒对其的推重，此时再听得刀王的言语，加上龙腾空相貌清俊，神态自若，对明将军这样的人物亦是毫无畏惧之色，心中钦服他的气度，忍不住亦是放声道：“明将军是我的，秦兄与龙兄你两人就瓜分水知寒与历轻笙吧！”
龙腾空再被叶风称了一声“龙兄”，先是一怔，旋即释怀：“水知寒当然是我的，嘿嘿，我姓龙，他姓水，且与他奏一阕'水龙吟'，以壮我武林正道的声势！”
刀王故意苦着脸叹道：“算是历老鬼倒霉，先是挨了一记碎空刀，又要接老夫不老刃，只是老夫如何好意思欺他旧伤未愈呢？”
龙腾空这才知道叶风竟然独力击败了历轻笙，忙再问起当时情景。
叶风想起那日与历轻笙的一战，心头犹有余悸：“历老鬼的魔功果是厉害，先是趁着雨夜暗伏一侧，再以揪神哭迷我视听，最后用照魂大法慑我心智，这才发动风雷天动的爪功痛下杀手，伺机报他的杀子大仇。只是他料不到我根本不受他这些迷魂之术的影响，假意中彀引他轻敌发招，这才一击破之……”
龙腾空大笑：“历老鬼一向自誉武功诡秘，更是痴迷于慑魂邪术，这一次万万料不到叶小弟有如此坚强的心志，无功受创而返，只怕更是大大打击了其在心境上的修为。我断定以后六大宗师中历老鬼已可除名了。”
叶风心中暗叹，若不是他年少时受过那许多非人的苦难，早已练就坚不可催的意志，又岂能在历轻笙的揪神哭与照魂大法下不为所动？可见人生在世，一饮一啄皆有因果。
刀王笑道：“将军府这些年如此锋芒毕露，横视武林，但此刻碰上我们三兄弟联袂而出，亦绝讨不了好。”
龙腾空大笑，顺着刀王的语气道：“不错，这一次且看我们三兄弟的本事。”
他竟然也是以兄弟相称小他几近三四十岁的叶风。听得祝嫣红与沈千千俱在心底偷笑。
叶风抬眼望来，二老均是对他一脸的期待之色，知道深恩难言谢，唯有紧握刀柄，振臂举天以明心志。
三人六目相望，胸中俱是一份气吞山河的铁马豪情，心想就算是将军府大兵齐至，明将军亲自出手，只怕亦有一拼之力，不由齐声大笑。
沈千千见叶风与龙腾空一见如故，心中欢喜。她女儿家毕竟面薄，不好直接对叶风说话，只得先找上祝嫣红：“祝姐姐这几日可是担惊受怕了吧。”
祝嫣红这几日与叶风终日相处，一颗芳心早是千缠万绕在他的身上，此刻乍见沈千千，一份自卑突然涌将上来，更是觉得对沈千千有愧于心，虽是不好明说，亦只得话中有话的淡然道：“事由天定，多想无益。嫣红一介娇弱女子，不求为报夫仇，只想安渡余生，再无他求……”
沈千千奇道：“雷大哥又没有死，你报什么夫仇？不过，哼！……”
忽然惊悉雷怒尚在人世，叶风与祝嫣红心中剧震，面色齐齐大变。
叶风转眼望向刀王，满腹问话在喉边徘徊良久终是一句也说不出来。
但见刀王扬首望天，适才的一脸笑容忽变得冰冷：“老夫早就说过，忘心七式若要大成，移情后尚须忘情，你现在可懂了么？”
叶风见到刀王神态，心神震荡，颤声问道：“前辈竟是早知此中缘由吗？”
刀王脸上泛起痛苦之色：“若非如此，怎能让你悟通忘情大法。”
叶风瞧向祝嫣红，但见她双唇紧抿，一脸惘然，似是在为雷怒尚在人世而欣慰，亦像是在为这惊天巨变而黯然神伤。
龙腾空精通世故，早已看出了端倪，沉声道：“秦兄亦是为了叶小弟好，不然在此四面受敌的境地里，若不早日练成武功只怕……”
叶风截断龙腾空的话，大声质问道：“刀王你这般岂不是害苦了嫣红？”事到临头，他再也无心用秦兄来称呼刀王了。
刀王冷然一笑：“老夫自会给你一个交待。”
叶风胸中就像被泼了一杯冰水，怒气却再也抑制不住地翻涌上来。
这几日在想像中与祝嫣红把臂并肩，在大漠草原上相守一世的等等念头突然间全成泡影，一切都如镜花水月般好梦乍醒，荡然无存，一时心头气苦，口不择言：“你要如何给我交待，去把雷怒杀了吗？”
刀王长叹：“若是杀了雷怒，你的忘情大法岂不全废了？”
祝嫣红的声音淡淡地响起：“刀王无需自责，嫣红早知配不上叶公子，有了这几日的缘份心愿已足。日后只会安心相夫教子，做个贤妻良母，绝不会再见叶公子一面。”
叶风大叫一声，望向祝嫣红，眼中几乎要喷出火来，声音却是冷静无比：“你早定下了如此主意是不是？”
祝嫣红接触到叶风火一般的眼光，慌忙垂下头去。
那一道目光就像求思剑般刺入她柔软的胸膛，细细地切割着她的心，一寸寸磨损着，一滴滴淌着血，耳边犹听到叶风大声问着：“是不是，你回答我是不是？”
祝嫣红抬起头来，盯着叶风的面容，心中酸楚，面上却竭力保持着一份平和，柔声道：“叶公子敬请见谅，就算夫君已亡，可嫣红家中尚有老父孩儿，本是万万不能陪你去塞外的……”
叶风闻言先是浑身一震，呆了半晌，竟然仰天大笑起来。
“唉！”沈千千终于看出了一丝苗头，怅然一声悠悠长叹。
但见祝嫣红面呈坚忍，满目苍然；沈千千脸现惊容，愕然无语；叶风却是双目赤红，唇裂龈血，直如疯了般笑个不停。
刀王与龙腾空面面相觑，都不知要如何劝解。
叶风的笑声良久方歇，缓缓将视线从天空中收回来，面上已是恢复到一惯的宠辱不惊，就像是已立下什么决心。
叶风先是对刀王深深一躬：“叶风知道前辈对我用心良苦，所以心中决不会有所怪责……”
刀王长叹一声：“你不计较也罢，怪责老夫也罢，反正你已学会忘心七式，亦算是老夫的一份补偿。”
叶风冷然一笑，寒声道：“刀王错了，若真要有所忘，叶风宁可忘记前辈所传神功亦不忘情！”
刀王诧然望来，却见叶风深深看向祝嫣红：“若是我现在仍是不顾一切的执迷不悟，你可愿再陪我一起，去做一对离经叛道的疯子吗？”
祝嫣红娇躯一震，如何想到叶风对自己情深至此，芳心里已是一团乱麻，纵有千语万言如何回答得出口。
沈千千再也忍不住满腹的悲伤，“哇”得一声哭将出来。
叶风对沈千千满面泪痕的情态浑若不见，仍是望定祝嫣红：“我非是迫你，雷大哥想亦是通情理之人，只要你愿意，我去亲自向他负荆请罪。”
祝嫣红双目盈泪：“嫣红实不是公子良配，沈姑娘品貌皆优，才是……”
叶风毅然打断祝嫣红，柔声道：“这些年来，我的心中全为仇恨所填满，每日只知苦练武功，一意雪恨，从不知快乐为何物。直至遇见你，有了与你相处的这几日，才觉得以往的自己实是一个不折不扣的大傻瓜，一任快乐从身边流走。就算你就此与我辞别，我的心中日后亦永是只有与你在一起的快乐！而现在只求能再与你每日共对……”叶风长吸一口气，一字一句掷地有声：“纵是千夫所指，万人唾弃，又何足道哉！”
祝嫣红再也忍不住，扑至叶风的怀里，大哭道：“公子放心，我便回去对他明说，若是不能求得一纸休书，嫣红最多便是一死还君之深情！”
刀王与龙腾空听得目瞪口呆，叶风一向是江湖上的无情浪子，祝嫣红更是名门闺秀，却何曾料到这二人竟然情痴至此，冒天下之大不韪，公然将这份惊天地泣鬼神的爱恋示之于众！
叶风轻拍怀中祝嫣红的肩膀，双目射出异彩：“我不许你死，我们一起去见他好了。”
沈千千呆然伫立，既是心伤，又是妒忌，更是为他二人的这份痴情所感，泪水如决堤般源源不绝地涌出。
龙腾空正容道：“世间男女，何为良配？我看你们亦不必去见雷怒，他此刻已降将军府了。”
刀王惊问：“散复来对我说是雷怒遭水知寒亲手擒下，可是不尽不实吗？”
龙腾空长叹一声：“雷怒亲手杀了方清平降了水知寒，这都是我亲眼所见。”
叶风眼中精光一闪：“既然如此，我对雷怒就更无歉疚了。”话虽是如此，但雷怒毕竟曾是与他并肩抗敌的兄弟，心中那份不安怎也挥之不去。
沈千千强忍悲伤：“雷怒还想擒下我，幸好龙大伯一直藏身于快活楼的人马中，这才趁水知寒不备救了我。”
刀王万万料不到自己一意帮叶风练成忘情大法竟然会发生这许多变故，看叶风此刻的情景哪有半分忘情的样子，不由心中懊恼沮丧至极，颓然坐下，郁然长叹。
龙腾空却是哈哈大笑，端起茶杯：“叶小弟性情中人，老夫且以茶代酒，先敬你一杯。”言罢一饮而尽。
叶风万料不到龙腾空会表示支持自己，举杯饮了，心下却是一片茫然。
刀王喃喃道：“性情中人有什么用，学不了老夫的忘心七式，迟早都被人杀了。”
龙腾空道：“刀王执迷刀道，只道忘情方窥至境，我却大不以为然。”
沈千千胸口起伏，也是端起一杯茶一口饮下，一腔怨气也尽皆发了出来：“人若真是忘了情，练成天下第一的武功还不是一具行尸走肉。”言罢大声咳嗽，却是被那杯茶呛住了。
刀王望向龙腾空：“老夫苦思二十年方悟得此忘情心法，你轻轻巧巧一句'不以为然'就给否定了，老夫如何能服？”
龙腾空肃容道：“人的本性俱不相同，凡事应有变通，因材而教。以叶兄弟这般痴情之人岂能练好你的忘情大法？”
刀王一呆，无言以对。
龙腾空双眼大有深意望向叶风：“以武功心法而论，忘情入情其实仅是一线之隔。如不能忘，不若投身以入，一任炽热痛烈，或许反是别有天地。”
叶风双目一亮，若有所思。
龙腾空眼望沈千千，忧色划过面容，抬眼望向刀王：“秦兄可知我这些年为何流连海南么？”
刀王没好气应道：“我怎么知道，定是你对落花宫主