I have many teachers

Chapter 373 The moment of youth passed away (12)

There was joy in the eyes of the young man rushing into the hospital, and he shouted:

"Master! Mistress!"

"Brother is here!"

"Eldest brother is fine, he is back!"

The wooden door was pushed open all of a sudden, but no one came out immediately. After a few breaths, the man's hoarse voice came, and he seemed a little dissatisfied in the calmness, saying:

"It's here, it's here, what are you screaming about?"

"The usual energy-raising skills have been raised on dogs?"

Accompanied by the voice, a fat middle-aged man walked out of the yard with a sword in his hand. He saw the straight Hong Feibai. He was stunned and heaved a sigh of relief in his eyes. Then he noticed the bloodstains on the young man's shoulders and the breath on his body. With an indifferent aura on his body, his thick eyebrows were furrowed again, his heart was already restless, his voice turned cold, and he said:
"what do you mean?!"

"Why don't you go back to the mountain?!"

The beautiful woman who came out grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, beckoning him not to be so stiff, then looked at Hong Feibai with a kind expression on her face, and just comforted him:
"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

She didn't know about the abandoned son.

Just as my husband said, the eldest disciple with the highest martial arts left with his daughter.

The young swordsman, whose face already had the look of a quack, bent down, did not salute, but gently put down the carriage he was pulling, turned around very carefully, and gave the rest of the people a back view, which made the man inexplicably irritable Happy, snorted coldly.

A corner of the coffin was exposed, and the dark color had already changed people's complexion.

The middle-aged man's complexion suddenly became a little ugly, and said:
"Sinister, what do you mean!"

Hong Feibai had already come out with the black coffin on his back, and he didn't answer. He just walked into the yard from the third plane tree in the old street, step by step, walking very steadily. Depressed, seeing the disciple coming with the coffin again, he snorted and said with a flick of his sleeve:
"Stop him!"

The five or six sword-wielding disciples at the door were full of hesitation, not knowing what to do.

One of the men has already pulled out the long sword in his hand, pointed at Hong Feibai, and said:
"Master told you to stop!"

Seemingly threatening, the sword in his hand made a flick of a sword and pointed at his shoulder.

Hong Feibai didn't retreat or evade, as if he had something more important than evasion, the long sword pulled a hole in his body, blood flowed out, the person who drew the sword thumped in his heart, he didn't expect that Hong Feibai couldn't dodge even this sword , instantly withdrew the long sword in his hand, his body was a little stiff, he didn't dare to move again, and let the blood-stained young man in the gray robe walk past him.

One person carries the coffin, and everyone retreats.

This scene alone is already the best Jianghu script.

Wang Anfeng was sitting at the tea stall, he couldn't continue to come forward during his old friend's trip.

The tea stall owner served him tea.

It's very poor quality tea, but when you smell it, you feel that the taste is strong, which is hard to describe.

It's just that he doesn't know whether it's the strong tea flavor or the mixed flavors in the tea taster's mind. He always feels that the bad tea here and the plain noodles in Yizhuang have a taste that surpasses the food itself.

"Let you stop him, are you deaf?!"

"Will you still use a sword?"

The middle-aged man has a lot of prestige, listening to him speak at this time, it is obvious that his heart has already been angered, but the elder brother did not say a word, he did not know what happened, and he also had a stubborn temper.

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, retreated in a flick of his sleeves, and walked into the courtyard.

The disciples in blue and white sword robes had no choice but to pull out their long swords. Although the blade was pointed at Hong Feibai, it had already avoided the vital point, and pointed down at the ground, hesitantly unwilling to make a move.

Hong Feibai walked forward as if he didn't see it.

The Tianjianmen disciple retreated subconsciously, but the retreat finally reached the point where there was no way to retreat. Looking at Hong Feibai, he almost begged:

"Eldest brother, if there is anything to explain to the master, it will be fine."

"Why do you have to contradict Master and his old man like this?"

Hong Feibai didn't seem to hear anything.

According to this, the young man in green shirt 300 meters away looked at Hong Feibai's back.

He may be the person who understands Hong Feibai's feelings best at this time.

Just like himself and Miss Xue, Hong Feibai would rather be an abandoned son himself than let the girl die, especially knowing that the girl's death was used to exchange for his own job, he should hate it very much, but, do The person who did this happened to save his own life.

He can't hate.

How can he hate?
The boy sighed, looked at the bad tea beside him, raised his hand and drank it down.

Put down the teacup, hold the sword, and get up.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect had no choice but to retreat. Behind them was the master's angry gaze, so they could only grit their teeth and said:
"Offended, big brother..."

"A teacher's order is hard to break."

There was a clanging sound of sword whistling, five false and one true, and six long swords fell towards Hong Feibai, but at the same time, they heard a crisp clang, and his wrist went numb, as if struck by lightning, and he could no longer hold it weapon.

A total of six Tianjianmen standard weapons dropped to the ground. They didn't even realize how this happened. There was already an extra person beside him, wearing a navy blue robe and carrying a piano box on his back.

In his right hand he held a crude iron sword upside down.

970 essays.

The sharpness of the sword was dazzling.

"Who are you?!"

Wang Anfeng was silent for a while, watched Hongfei walking past him, looked at the back of the young man, and sighed.

The long sword in his palm turned slightly, and the young man in a blue gown stood with his hands behind his back, with black hair behind him, holding the three-foot long sword obliquely, and said calmly:

"Just a passerby."

"I and you are both."

"Please stop and don't move, otherwise the sword has no eyes, please forgive me."

Everyone turned pale with anger.

This is already a naked threat.

Hong Feibai walked forward slowly.

From the sycamore tree, walked into the yard, and walked to the man.

When I came here for the first time when I was a child, I was scared, and my steps were small. The little girl who was much younger than me forced me to walk forward, and I had to walk 120 six steps.

Later, when I grew up, my steps took a lot longer, and I was young and vigorous, only taking 61 steps.

Now he was carrying the black coffin, and slowly walked the distance again.

Walk enough 120 six steps, one step is not more, one step is not less.

Stand still.

In front of it is a flower pot. There was once a little girl with her arms outstretched, and she walked around in front of him, smiling happily.

"This is my home."

"It will be your home from now on..."

The young man stood still, looked up at his master and wife, his shoulders were stained with blood, and gently put down the black coffin on his back.

He raised his hand and stroked the black hanging coffin lid, his expression softened, and he spoke hoarsely:
"Sister-in-law."

"We're going home."

The countenance of the surrounding people changed when they heard the words, the middle-aged man seemed to tremble slightly, while the beautiful woman had doubts at first, and then a bad premonition rose in her heart, Hong Feibai drowned and drooped, and touched the black coffin The palm of his hand was vigorous, vigorous, but gentle.

Like a cloud.

The coffin lid of the black coffin flew up with a clatter, revealing the inside of the coffin, revealing the girl who was peacefully sleeping, her face was still so beautiful.

There was a dead silence, and the sound of the sword falling to the ground could be heard.

The black coffin was covered with a thick layer of cloth, and the girl in taupe-colored clothes was lying on it, with a beautiful appearance, as if she had just fallen asleep peacefully, but in an instant, the girl's face began to dissipate, as if in an instant. Thousands of years have passed.

The face is old and decayed.

Even the white bones slowly turned into powder.

The beautiful woman was pale and almost fainted.

Hong Feibai stood up straight, looked up at the man in front of him who still had a cold face, and said hoarsely:
"I just sent Junior Sister back to see you one last time."

"Then I'll ask you something."

The voice paused slightly, he held the long sword in his hand, subconsciously increased his strength with five fingers, but the sword was not out of the sheath, and his tense body finally relaxed, his eyes drooped, and he was silent for a long time, he just said softly:

"Have you ever regretted it?"

Outside Fengyue City, in Yizhuang.

The old man who is more than 80 years old is lying on the bamboo chair, with his right hand resting on the bamboo chair, beating the beat, and seems to be humming a little tune. He is wearing a black suit and is cleaning the yard with a broom The young man listened for a long time, but only heard two sentences.

I don't like it very much.

At the flick of a finger, the beauty is old, and the youth is gone in an instant.

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