Chapter 19 Nineteenth oil pan

The healthy horse neighed and galloped forward. The three of them had already sat down and looked at Lu Xiaofeng coldly, one was Gao Tao and the other was Hai Qikuo. The third person was not his cousin, but Du Tiexin. There was obviously only my cousin in the interlayer at the bottom of the car, but now he is the only one missing.Where are his men? How did these three people come here?Who is driving in front?Was it the driver who was supposed to be buying wine? Lu Xiaofeng suddenly smiled, wanted to speak, but couldn't. Their acupuncture techniques were very heavy, the muscles on his face were already stiff and numb, not only could he not speak, he could not even smile.

They obviously didn't want to hear him talk or see him smile, but when they wanted him to talk, he couldn't help but talk. Du Tiexin opened his hand, then clenched it tightly again, and his knuckles made a series of sound like firecrackers. Gao Tao looked at his hands and suddenly asked, "How many years have you been the head of the punishment hall?" Du Tiexin said: "Nineteen years." Gao Tao said: "Under your hands, is there anyone who dare not tell the truth?" Du Tiexin said: "No." Gao Tao said: "It is said that you had many opportunities to be the chief executive, why didn't you do it?"

Du Tiexin said: "Because the torture hall is interesting." Gao Tao said, "Because you like to watch others suffer?" Du Tiexin said: "Not bad." Gao Tao laughed, and Hai Qikuo laughed too. Their laughter was like rusted iron rubbing against each other, making people's gums go soft. Hai Qikuo laughed and said, "I really want to see what he used back then." Gao Tao said: "You will see it soon." Hai Qikuo said: "Has the punishment hall been set up?" Gao Tao nodded. Hai Qikuo said: "It is said that the traitors in the thirty-six villages in the past would rather be put in the frying pan than enter his execution hall."

Gao Tao said: "Not bad at all." Hai Qikuo said: "Does he have a very special way to deal with traitors?" Gao Tao smiled darkly and said, "Not only is it special, it's also interesting." Lu Xiaofeng closed his eyes, wishing he could plug his ears too, these words were really unpleasant to hear, but they were not lies. Gao Tao suddenly sang like singing: "I will enter the punishment hall, heartbroken, I will enter the punishment hall, calling my father and mother." Hai Qikuo blinked and deliberately asked, "Are you out of the torture hall?"

Gao Tao said: "Out of the punishment hall, I have seen the King of Hades." Du Tiexin said coldly: "After entering the punishment hall, it's like seeing the king of Hades." Gao Tao said: "There is also Hades in the punishment hall?" Du Tiexin said: "I am the King of Hades." It suddenly became pitch black outside the car window, even the stars and moonlight could not be seen, the sound of the car was rumbling and deafening, the carriage seemed to have driven into a deep cave, and it stopped after walking some distance in the cave. Gao Tao let out a long breath and said, "Here we are."

Hai Qikuo said: "This is the torture hall of the black-hearted old Du?" Gao Tao giggled and said, "This is also the Senluo Hall of Lao Tzu Yama." Hai Qikuo took Lu Xiaofeng out of the carriage, as if he was holding a broken sack, he was careless and didn't care, he slammed into the car door, and then into the mountain wall, making Lu Xiaofeng dizzy and dizzy. The bones are falling apart. Gao Tao sighed intentionally, and said, "You are holding a living person in your hand, not a broken sack. Why didn't you be careful?" Hai Qikuo said, "I can't see it."

This is not a lie, the cave is so dark that you can hardly see your fingers. They walked a little further, and the narrower they walked, the more chances of being hit. Now even Lu Xiaofeng himself feels like he has a broken sack. Fortunately, at this moment, there was a "crack" sound on the front mountain wall, and suddenly a stone wall turned up, revealing a cave, and there was light in it. Not only light, but also tables and chairs. The white candles used in the mourning hall for the dead were placed on the table, more than half of which had been burned. The candles were flickering, and the wind was blowing in from a crack in the cave, like a vent made specially for this place.

Hai Qikuo casually threw Lu Xiaofeng in front of the table, sighed and said, "This is really a good place." Gao Tao said: "Even if there are 100,000 people looking around for three years and six months, they will definitely not find it here." Hai Qikuo tapped Lu Xiaofeng's head with a hook, and said, "If he can't find it, who will save him?" Gao Tao laughed and said, "Even if he really calls his father and mother, no one will save him." Hai Qikuo said: "Then he is already dead?" Du Tiexin said: "He won't die too quickly."

Hai Qikuo said, "Why?" Du Tiexin said coldly: "Because I will let him die slowly, very slowly, very slowly!" Hai Qikuo said: "He wants to die sooner than he can?" Du Tiexin said: "No." Hai Qikuo smiled, and found that Gao Tao was lowering his head, as if he was studying the structure of Lu Xiaofeng's body, so he asked, "If you do it, where are you going to do it?" Gao Tao patted Lu Xiaofeng's hands and said, "Of course it's from these two precious fingers." Hai Qikuo said: "If it were me, I would pluck his two eyebrows first."

Gao Tao said, "Which two?" Hai Qikuo said, "Of course it's the two on the mouth." The two of them talked more and more proudly, like a butcher talking about a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Lu Xiaofeng has always been a very open-minded person, and he is also very calm, but now the feeling in his heart seems to be in a frying pan. It seemed that he was indeed hopeless, and it was luck that he could die quickly. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded in the darkness outside. "Who is it?" Gao Tao, Hai Qikuo, and Du Tiexin rushed out at the same time.

The three of them are all first-class masters in the martial arts world. Not only are they quick in reaction and quick in action, they are also experienced in hundreds of battles. There are not many people who can stop their joint attack. It seemed that there was only one person who came outside, and this person seemed to be here to die. As soon as they rushed out, they adopted a posture of outflanking, no matter who this person came, they would never let him go out alive again. Hai Qikuo was fierce and ferocious, and the iron hook in his hand was an extremely domineering weapon. With the power of five men to break the mountain, he was the first. Du Tiexin protects his chest with one palm, opens the way with his right palm, and clings to his back. There was another sneer, and suddenly there was a flash of sword light in the darkness, just like the thunder was furious, and the lightning was powerful, but it was faster and more terrifying than lightning. There was a sound of "ding", and an iron hook hit the stone wall, sparks splashed everywhere, and there was an iron arm on the iron hook. Du Tiexin had already fallen on his back, a stream of blood gushed out of his throat like a spring. The two of them died without even making a miserable cry. What a fast sword! The blade of the sword was still shining in the darkness, and there seemed to be a figure in the flickering light of the sword. Gao Tao saw this person and stepped back step by step. His face was completely distorted, as if he saw a ghost appearing suddenly, he took a few steps back, fell to the ground, his nose, saliva, urine and feces flowed out together, his whole body fell into a puddle of mud, and he was killed alive Scared to death. Who can make him so scared? Who can have such a fast sword? Ximen Chuuxue? A person slowly came out from the darkness, wearing a gray cloth robe and a bamboo hat like a basket. It's not Ximen Chuuxue, it's an old swordsman. Lu Xiaofeng's people had just been taken out of the frying pan, and fell into the ice cellar again, their whole bodies were already freezing. He wanted to catch this man's vital point, and of course this man wanted his life too. Even if he would rather enter the frying pan than Du Tiexin's execution hall, but now he would rather enter the execution hall than fall into the hands of the old knife handle. The voice of the old swordsman was very gentle, and he was actually asking: "Have they been rude to you?" Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly. After being bumped so many times just now, his blood has finally become relatively unimpeded, and he can already speak. But at this moment, what else can he say? The old knife said: "No matter what, I can't let you be wronged by them, they are not worthy." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but said: "I just found out now that you have long been planning to kill them after the event is over." The old swordman didn't deny it, and said: "Kill them all, not even one left!" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Perhaps the cellar of Mancui Building was originally their burial place." The old knife said: "The cellar in Lingfeng Villa is the same." ——Damp and dark cellars, screaming people trying to escape, bloody corpses. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help wanting to vomit, but he held back and said, "They were going to die, even though you didn't kill those people like Tie Jian, your plan still hasn't failed." The old swordsman smiled, and said, "I said a long time ago that I will never fail." Lu Xiaofeng could only admit that now it seemed that the final victory indeed belonged to him. The old swordman said: "It's like attacking a city. Even if you have broken through Jiudao City, even though blood is flowing outside, I'm still lying peacefully in the city." He smiled and said: "Because my consideration is more thorough than yours. You can break through the Nine Dao City. I have already established the Tenth Dao City. When you reach the outside of this city, you are exhausted and collapsed." Lu Xiaofeng said: "Are you sure I can't expose your true face anymore?" The old knife said: "Now there is no one in the world who can testify for you. Who else will believe what you say?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "There is one more person." The old knife said: "Who?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "You yourself." The old knife laughed. Lu Xiaofeng said: "Only you know what I said is right, so you must kill me to silence it." The old knife said: "What about you? Do you completely and absolutely believe in your own ideas?" Lu Xiaofeng said: "I..." The old knife said: "I know you can't believe it absolutely, unless you can take off my bamboo hat and see my true face with your own eyes." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't deny it. The old knife said: "You are also wrong about one more thing." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What's the matter?" The old knife said: "I don't want to kill you." Lu Xiaofeng said: "You don't want to?" The old swordsman smiled again, and said, "Why should I kill you? What's the difference between you and a dead person now?" He turned around with a smile, and Shi Shiran walked out: "I will never kill anyone who is not worth killing. Hands on." Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but said loudly: "Now can you let me see who you are?" The old knife didn't turn his head back, and said: "I can't." The candlelight flickered and was about to go out. The handle of the old knife is gone, and the huge stone wall at the entrance has also been closed tightly. Even if Lu Xiaofeng was able to move freely, he would definitely not be able to get out of here alive. Now this place is like a sealed jar, not even a fly rope can fly out. —Why should I kill you, what difference are you to a dead man now? No difference, this sealed jar is his grave. Everyone will go to the grave sooner or later, but sitting in the grave alive and waiting to die is better than simply dying early. The saddest thing is that now he can't even die. The candle's tears are about to run out, isn't his life just like this dying candle? It wasn't until now that he discovered that he was not an omnipotent and omnipotent superman. His escape from previous crises may have been nothing more than a bit of luck. But luck is useless when meeting such a formidable opponent as Lao Dao Han Zi. ——I know you can't absolutely believe it yourself, unless you can see my true face with your own eyes. Now he can't see it forever, and he can only go to hell with this question. ——Why go to hell? ——If you can't even believe in yourself, where else can you go if you don't go to hell? The candle was extinguished, but he was still alive. The only thing in the world worse than sitting in a grave waiting to die is sitting in the dark waiting to die. He thought of many things and many people, and even remembered the pair of shining eyes in the car window. At this moment, why does he still think of her? Could it be that this passing woman with sparkling eyes also had some kind of strange and mysterious relationship with him? The secret room suddenly became very stuffy. He had already begun to sweat, beads of sweat crawling across his face like ants. He suddenly found that his hands could move. ——You have a hand that is unparalleled in the world, and your two fingers are priceless treasures. Everyone said that, but now, the only thing he could do with those two fingers was squeeze his own leg hard, to wake him up and stop thinking he was great. It's just that it's more painful to wake up. "It would be nice if I could fall asleep." Wouldn't it be great to wake up and find yourself in hell? He can't sleep. With the darkness and the heat came weariness and hunger, and especially thirst was unbearable. When will this sin be punished? until death. When can I die? He suddenly sang loudly, and he sang the same nursery rhyme: "My sister is carrying a clay doll, I want to go to the garden to see the flowers..." The golden childhood, the sweet past, and even the pain of the past have become very sweet now. It turns out that life is so lovely, why do people always wait until they are dying to cherish it? Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound in the darkness, and the huge mountain wall suddenly turned over. When the light came in, a large group of people rushed in, including Iron Shoulder, Wang Shipouch, and Huamanlou. The white-haired old Taoist walking in the front was surprisingly a wooden Taoist. Being rescued suddenly when he was dying was the most joyous thing, but Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt a surge of anger, and was so angry that he passed out. April 15, afternoon. It was almost dusk. The cloud room is cool and quiet, and the sound of bamboo outside is like waves. It is the Tingzhu courtyard where the head of Wudang receives distinguished guests. This time the distinguished guest is Lu Xiaofeng. He lay motionless on the bed, looking at the roof, he looked no different from a dead man. "If Taoist Mu didn't think of such a cave in the back mountain, you would be dead this time." It was Tie Jian who spoke: "That was the place where Wudang disciples used to face the wall and think about their mistakes. Now their school rules are not as strict as before, and no one has been to that place for a long time. You are really lucky this time." .” --luck?Hell luck! "But you can't be completely grateful for luck. The one who brought us there to find you was Mu Taoist." This Shaolin eminent monk spoke very implicitly, but his meaning was obvious. He obviously no longer doubts that Mu Taoist is an old swordsman: "Otherwise why would he take us to rescue you?" Of course other people think the same way, the truth is as simple as "one plus one equals two". So Mu Taoist became Mu Zhenren. But Lu Xiaofeng understood what was going on in his heart. If Taoist Mu killed him to silence him, even if they couldn't find any evidence, they would inevitably have doubts in their hearts. But now he saved Lu Xiaofeng. That will not only prove that he will never be a veteran, but also gain everyone's gratitude and respect for him. Lu Xiaofeng can only admit that this is indeed the most cunning and meticulous plan he has ever known in his life, and Taoist Mu is indeed the most terrifying opponent he has ever met in his life. This incident is undoubtedly the biggest setback in his life, and now he has no choice but to admit defeat. Although he knew what was going on in his heart, he couldn't say it, because even if he said it, no one would believe it. He only asked one sentence: "How do you know that I am in danger?" "In this case, we know that you will never disappear for no reason. We found your carriage on a dangerous slope at the back of Wudang Mountain. There was still a coat of yours in the carriage, and the skirt was torn. , and there are traces of struggling on the soil." These points were enough to prove that he was in danger, so he didn't even say a word. As dusk approached, suddenly outside.To the Qingyue bell. "Today is the grand ceremony for Master Mu's official enthronement. No matter what, you should go to congratulate him." Seeing someone who should have been punished gain glory and power, of course, doesn't feel good. But he still had to go. He doesn't want to escape. He wanted to let Taoist Mu know that although this defeat was painful, it did not knock him down. Even if he had to admit defeat, he would stand there face to face and admit defeat. The wind blows the bamboo leaves outside the window, and the night suddenly covers the earth. The hall is brightly lit. Wearing a purple gold crown and seven-star sword, Mu Zhenren looked even more dignified under the light. The unrestrained and unrestrained Mu Taoist in the old days no longer exists. Standing here at the moment is Mu Zhenren, the 14th generation head leader of Wudang, and no one will allow anyone to despise him. Lu Xiaofeng told himself in his heart, he must remember this point. Then he tidied up his clothes, walked up with big strides, and bowed to the ground: "Congratulations to the Taoist priest for being enthroned, and Lu Xiaofeng is here to congratulate you." Master Mu smiled, supported his arm, and said, "Hero Lu must not be too polite." Lu Xiaofeng was also smiling, and said: "The Taoist priest went through many hardships, and finally got his wish, but Lu Xiaofeng is still Lu Xiaofeng, not Lu Daxia." Although his attitude was respectful and polite, there was a sharp irony in his words. Especially the words "wish fulfilled". He couldn't help but let Master Mu know that although he was defeated, he was not an idiot. Master Mu smiled and said: "Since Lu Xiaofeng is still Lu Xiaofeng, the old Taoist priest is still an old Taoist priest, so we are still friends, aren't we?" Although he was smiling, there was a knife-like sharpness in his eyes. Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from him. At this moment, the noble and glorious head of Wudang no longer exists, and has turned into a generation of tyrannical old swordsmen who are arrogant, arrogant, and talented. He seemed to want to tell Lu Xiaofeng on purpose: "It doesn't matter if I let you know who I am? What can you do to me?" He supported Lu Xiaofeng's elbows with both hands, the upward force suddenly turned into a downward force. This pressure is likely to cause two results-the bones of both arms are crushed, or they are crushed to the knees. Lu Xiaofeng would rather break a hundred bones than kneel in front of this person. Fortunately, his bones were not broken, and his arms had already been filled with real strength. Resist with force, the weak will lose, there is absolutely no room for trickery and compromise. There are also many kinds of martial arts to defeat the enemy, some use "qi" to win, some use "strength" to win, some use "power" to win, and some use "cunning" to win. Uncertainty, originally belonged to the last category. But now that his true strength has been unleashed, it's like an arrow is on the string, a man is on the back of a tiger, and if he wants to withdraw, it's too late. Because the opponent's strength is too strong, once his true strength is withdrawn, he will inevitably be crushed to pieces. With a sound of "poof", the stone slab he was standing on had been crushed, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his face. The faces of the people standing near them had changed, but they could only watch helplessly. The power of the two people is already facing each other. If a third person penetrates, if there is a slight deviation in power, one of them may be harmed, or it may be destroyed by their counter-excited power. No one dared to take such a risk. In fact, Lu Xiaofeng didn't have to take this kind of risk. At the moment when Master Mu's power was about to be released, he already felt that there was still a chance to retreat calmly. But he has retreated once, and he doesn't want to retreat again. Now he only felt his breathing getting heavier, his heart beating faster, and even his eyes seemed to be protruding gradually. The only strength that kept him going was that he could see that Taoist Mu was also very uncomfortable. No matter who wins this battle, he must pay a heavy price, and Taoist Mu didn't have to do this in the first place. Maybe he didn't expect that Lu Xiaofeng would have such courage, maybe he's starting to regret it now. At this moment, a young Taoist rushed in from outside the hall, his expression was very anxious. If nothing serious happened, he would never dare to break into the hall like this. Master Mu suddenly smiled, and slid two steps, the heavy burden on Lu Xiaofeng's arms suddenly disappeared without a trace, which made him feel like he was going to fly. He really didn't expect that his opponent could calmly withdraw his true strength under such circumstances. It seemed that he had lost this battle again. Before he could catch his breath, Master Mu was able to speak and was asking the young disciple, "What's the matter?" "Ximen Chuuxue is here!" "The honored guest is here, why don't you invite me up?" "He must bring the sword up the mountain." The young Taoist's hands were still shaking: "The disciples are unable to ask him to untie the sword. All the brothers who stayed behind at Xiejianyan have all been injured by his sword." This is indeed a very serious matter. For hundreds of years, no one has ever dared to offend Wudang lightly. "Where are his people?" "Still at the Jiejian Pool, Eighth Master Uncle is trying to stabilize him." Mu Zhenren's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword. His hands were thin, dry, and steady, with long, powerful fingers. ——If you hold a sword that fits your hand, is this hand more terrifying than Ximen Chuuxue? He suddenly strode out. Watching him go out, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly had an indescribable fear in his heart. Only he had seen this man's sword. If there was anyone in the world who could defeat Ximen Chuuxue, it would undoubtedly be this man. The water in Jiejian Pond was about to be stained red with blood.Whose blood is it? Lu Xiaofeng was not sure, he would never let Ximen Chuuxue die at the hands of this person again. He must find a way to stop this battle. Taoist Mu had already passed through the vast courtyard and walked out of the gate of the Taoist temple, Lu Xiaofeng immediately rushed out too. The beautiful trees outside the Taoist temple are verdant, the spring grass is already deep, and there seem to be shining eyes in the bushes. Lu Xiaofeng's heart skipped a beat, a man wearing white linen filial piety suddenly jumped out from the bushes, holding an unsheathed sword in his hand, he stabbed towards Mu Zhenren's heart. Mu Zhenren held the hilt of the sword in his hand, it was easy to draw the sword to defeat the assassin, and it was easy to make her die by the sword. But for some reason, he didn't pull out his sword. Seeing this woman in white linen filial piety, he seemed to be shocked suddenly. At this moment, the sword of the woman in white pierced into his heart like a poisonous snake. He hasn't fallen down yet, and is still looking at her in surprise, as if he still doesn't believe it's true. The expression on his face was not only surprise, but also an indescribable sadness and pain. "You... you killed me?" "You killed my father, of course I will kill you!" "Your father?" "My father is the old knife that died under your sword." Mu Zhenren's face twisted suddenly, this sentence was like a nail, piercing his heart again, even sharper than that fatal sword. An indescribable fear suddenly appeared on his face.That was never the fear of death. He was afraid because all the inconceivable and inexplicable things in the world suddenly had answers at this moment, and all the things he never believed in, at this moment, he had to believe. He suddenly sighed and murmured: "Very good, very good..." These are the last four words he uttered. Then he fell down. Lu Xiaofeng watched the sword piercing his heart, and also watched him fall, but felt his whole body was cold, and there was an indescribable fear on his face. Skynet is restored, sparse but not leaky. It seems that there really is a mysterious power in the dark, which is in charge of the fate of mankind. No one who should be punished can escape the sanction of "it". Although this power is invisible and intangible, everyone feels the existence of "it" at any time. Mu Taoist's fear is because he already feels the existence of "it". Now Lu Xiaofeng has also felt it, he just feels full of awe, and almost can't help but kneel down, kneeling under this dark sky. The others were also shocked, and after a long time, Wudang disciples rushed over to surround the white-clothed assassin. She immediately yelled: "Get back, I will solve what I do by myself." Her pale face looked extremely beautiful and majestic in the night, like a goddess of revenge: "My name is Ye Xue, and I am the daughter of the old swordsman. If anyone thinks that I should not avenge my father, just come and kill me!" I!" She suddenly tore open the skirt, revealing a crystal clear and white chest. But no one went over to do it.Everyone seemed to be overwhelmed by her divine and majestic beauty, especially Lu Xiaofeng. Only he knows who her real father is, because— "Taoist Mu is an old swordsman." He couldn't say it, couldn't bear to say it, and didn't want to say it—what's more, no one believed him when he said it. This result was originally caused by Taoist Mu himself, and now he has reaped the consequences. Although his plan is thorough, he never imagined that there is a more dense sky net waiting for him. "I should have died in the swamp, but I didn't." She is a cheetah woman, she is far more able to endure pain and danger than anyone else, she has learned to wait, so she can wait for the best opportunity to make a move. "I didn't die, it's just because God wants to keep me for revenge." Her voice was calm and calm: "Now I have my wish, and I won't wait for you to do it, because..." It was only now that she went to see Lu Xiaofeng. There was an expression in her eyes that no one could explain. It was neither sad nor painful, but no matter who saw her expression, her heart would be broken. Lu Xiaofeng's heart was broken. But she raised her head, and it seemed to be her last wish to be able to look at him again. Now that she has her wish, she will never wait for others to do it. "Because in my life, there is only one man, and no one can touch me except him!" All the blood that should have been shed has been shed, the pool under Jiejian Rock is still clear, and Wudang Mountain is still standing, it is still a famous Taoist mountain and a holy land of martial arts admired by everyone. Only people change, from birth to death, from new to old, the process of transformation, sometimes so suddenly. All the love and hatred, all the grievances and secrets have now been buried forever with the sudden change, buried in the bottom of Lu Xiaofeng's heart. Now he just wants to find a place where there are no people, and live quietly for a while, so that those who have already been buried can be buried deeper. He went down the mountain at the end of the long night, but he didn't know that there was someone waiting for him at the bottom of the mountain. A person stands alone under Jiejian Rock, his white clothes are like snow. Lu Xiaofeng walked over slowly: "It's the end of the song, why don't you leave?" Ximen Chuixue said: "Although the people have dispersed, the song is not yet over." Lu Xiaofeng said: "What else are you going to play?" Ximen Chuixue said: "I followed for eight thousand miles just to kill one person. Now that person is still alive, I am going to play a funeral tune for him, and use my sword to play it." Lu Xiaofeng said: "The person you mentioned is me?" Ximen Chuuxue said, "It's you!" Lu Xiaofeng said: "Did you forget that you didn't really want to kill me?" Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "I only know that people in the Jianghu don't always distinguish between the real and the fake. If you live, it will be a shame to me." Lu Xiaofeng looked at him, and suddenly smiled: "Are you trying to force me to make a move, to see if I can defeat your Wushuang's sword move?" Ximen Chuuxue did not deny it. Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "I know you really want to know the answer to this question, and I also know that this is a good opportunity for you, but it's a pity that you still can't try it." Ximen Chuuxue couldn't help asking: "Why?" Lu Xiaofeng's smile was tired and haggard, and he said lightly: "As long as your sword is out of its sheath, you will know why, why bother to ask now?" Isn't he ready to resist dodge?Could it be that he really regards life and death, honor and disgrace as less important than a pool of clear water in Jiejian Pond? Ximen Chuuxue stared at him for a long time, the fog had risen by the pool, he suddenly turned around and walked into the fog. Lu Xiaofeng said loudly: "Why didn't you make a move?" Ximen Chuixue didn't turn his head back, and said coldly: "Because your heart is dead, you are already a dead person!" "Is my heart really dead?" Lu Xiaofeng was asking himself: "Am I really as useless as a dead person?" Only he himself knows the answer to this question. The morning mist was misty, but there was light in the east. He suddenly puffed up his chest and strode towards the light.