The original owner smiled bitterly and said, "Two dolls who don't know how high the sky is, they are very enterprising. A year ago, I had not really seen the strength of this kid. When I saw him today, I realized that his skills were already super amazing. But by sensing the other party's 'qi' from afar, you can determine his general strength and how far he is from himself. Those with similar skills will be difficult to decide, and it is still possible to fight with all their strength. But if they are too far apart, they should escape as soon as possible. This battle is destined to suffer losses, and there is no need to fight."

The master values ​​face, but is it embarrassing to lose hard, or is it better to retreat before the battle? He sighed to the sky and said, "I understand that there are people outside of people and there is heaven outside of heaven. I live in seclusion in a remote place, and I am at most a frog in the well. After all, it is not a waste of time when I go to the Central Plains. If I am not wrong, the kid has improved a lot in the past year, but I don't know if he has studied hard or practiced hard, or has he suddenly experienced a deeper level of the Seven Evils True Art?"

The original owner of the manor was fond of martial arts, and the most persistent thing was not the tragic death of his old friend. On the contrary, how could Jiang Liechen practice such a powerful martial art? This seems ruthless, but everyone has different emphasis when facing the same thing. Just as he just said this big call on his own, Li Yijie heard that there was only one thing that was most important. The body that he finally supported suddenly lost its support, and his knees softened, and he knelt in front of Meng Anying's body again.

While tidying up the collar and collar for the master, he tried his best to make his clothes smooth, as if only by finding a trivial matter to bind his hands, he would not collapse completely. He said sadly: "If even you claim that you are not sure to fight against the Seven Evil Demons, then what else do we... have the hope of others? Are you just watching the many heroes fall under the blade and let him slaughter? I can only see him arrogant but not get any punishment? But I am unwilling to give up... I am really unwilling to give up!" As he kowtowed heavily, it would be better to say that he was hitting the ground with his head. A small piece of dark red appeared on the ground within a short while, and blood was already blowing out.

The original owner stepped forward, raised his hand to cover it, and flexibly protected him before his forehead was about to touch the ground, and advised: "Yijie...Party Li, it's not the time to be sad. The endgame of Huashan is irreversible after all. What are you going to do next?"

Li Yijie's mind was blank, his eyes were blurred, his breathing was rapid and slow, and he murmured, "I...I don't know..." As soon as his eyes fell on Meng Anying, his dissipated gaze instantly gathered, and said, "Yes, I want to customize the largest coffin to let the master go with glory... Then, I personally sent him to the remote areas of Liaodong. No matter how hidden the cave, I would dig three feet into the ground and dig every ruin in the mountains and fields, and I would definitely find it! The bones turned into ashes and buried deep in the ground, and I also dug out one by one... The master's final advice was to bury him together with his master's wife. As his disciple, it was useless to not be able to save his master's life! However, his last wish was done with all his strength, and I would definitely fulfill it for him!"

The original owner of the manor frowned and said, "I thought it was not the case. The battle in Huashan further encouraged the Qisha boy's arrogance. With his temperament, he would never give up. There is no need to talk about it. I'm afraid that he would feel frustrated in the end and would not be able to even rest and take advantage of the victory. The battle is imminent, and I still don't know what kind of catastrophe will be in the martial arts world. As the leader of the martial arts world, I should stay here to preside over the overall situation. If your backbone is not there, how can they cheer up and fight against the devil?"

Li Yijie smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid I'm just a waste. Even if I stay, how can I help them get out of the decline and turn the tide? I'm afraid everyone won't need me at all, right? I'm powerless to resolve the dangers of Huashan, and I'm watching Master and Junior Brother die in front of me one by one... They are all my dearest and loved ones! It's like cutting off my heart piece by piece, with the belt and flesh, and sticking with undried blood. I'm just a useless waste... a waste that can't be helped! I'm a waste..."

The original owner of the manor said unhappily: "When encountering problems, you will only choose to escape. How can you have the responsibility of the leader of the martial arts world? You are so eager to travel far away, just to leave Huashan, right? Because you don't want to see their bodies here, and you can't see them buried? Liaodong is thousands of miles away. Regardless of this, even if you don't do it for yourself, you should think about your master. After you have to let him work hard for a lifetime, you will end up with a corpse? He is at the moment of dying, his mind is unclear and he is in a state of mind, and you can't follow him.

Confused! In my opinion, Brother Meng has no father or mother. He grew up in Huashan. This place can be said to be his second home. Why not find a flat land at the foot of this mountain, bury him and let him return to his roots! This place is not far from the capital. Whenever there is a festival, you can come to worship your master and fulfill your filial piety. If you are not familiar with the place, you are lonely alone in the remote Liaodong. You can't even find someone who can speak. When a person becomes a ghost, the most feared thing is not forgetting, but loneliness."

Li Yijie said: "No... he is not alone! At least underground, he can meet his master's wife again. I have promised my master that he cannot speak without trust!"

The original owner of the manor gently landed on his shoulder with a hand, but his eyes floated to Meng Anying's body beside him with a bit of pity, as if asking, and talking to himself, saying, "Don't you understand? To this day, I might as well say something. In fact, Brother Meng has never really got An Lin! He fought with the former leader of the Demon Sect for most of his life. Although he ended up in both defeats and suffered heavy price, no one could control An Lin's heart. In terms of martial arts, Brother Meng has already lost, and in terms of love, they are both losers."

Li Yijie was stunned and forgot to shed tears. When he heard from his master talk about the past, he always said that Meng Anying and Chu Anlin were lovers who loved each other. If Zasaktu hadn't disrupted the situation halfway, they would have become the most suitable pair of fairy couples, so they would never have a good impression of Zasaktu, the person who interfered.

What's more, I knew that he would be the leader of the Demon Sect in the future, and I was even more angry. At this time, I heard the original owner's words, and it seemed that both sides were acting passionate. The disciples of Huashan were also confused, and it seemed that the preconceived concept was buried very much.

Nangong Xuetou asked, "How...how could it be like this? Hero Yuan, who is my master's wife loving, according to what you said?"

The original owner's eyes seemed to suddenly become far away, and fell into an unknown place in the vast distant mountains. He fell into the meditation of memory and said softly: "These two men who appeared in her life have moved and do not distinguish between each other. But... An Lin never belonged to anyone, she was just herself. Therefore, she is free, just like the white clouds floating in the sky, the bright moon hanging at night, and the breeze passing through the forest. She can breathe freely, watch freely, listen freely, sing like a bird on the branch, but she can never be broken and imprisoned in a cage for people to watch. The leader of the Demon Cult restricted her freedom, and destroyed the foundation for her survival, and therefore, she will surely die. However, if A Yin is the person I love most in this life, then An Lin is the woman I admire the most."

There are many people in the world who say that women are weak, and many weak women are bullied, and they can only bear it themselves in the end. They can endure for a long time, comparable to sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, and eventually exercising revenge so vividly, probably Chu Anlin is the only one. Although Jiang Liechen is angry about her viciousness, it is to the disciples of the Huashan Sect that everyone praises this master's wife whom she has never met, which is really a heroine. No wonder the master loves her so deeply.

Li Yijie was still confused on his face. When he saw the book on the wall and heard the whole story with his own ears, he had only one clue in his heart. Zasaktu's behavior caused Chu Anlin to lose something extremely important, which made her hate her to the core. She did not hesitate to destroy herself and the devil, and she must drive him to hell.

This line was originally good, but he and Nangong Xue always thought that the thing was chastity and Meng Anying. Now to the original owner, it was freedom. The inherent view was suddenly subverted, which was not acceptable for a moment, and it was really puzzling.

The original owner was also sad. He had always been taciturn. At this time, in front of Li Yijie, somehow, he suddenly started to talk too much. Or in front of the spirit of his deceased friend, but hoped to express the words that had been lingering in his heart all year round so that he could think about it carefully. He said, "This principle is complicated, but it is not difficult to explain it. Yijie, now you stretch out your left hand and spread it in front of you to see if there is anything in your palm?"

Li Yijie was very strange. Even Nangong Xue didn't know what he was doing. However, when Li Yijie saw that the original owner's expression was not like a joke, he still stretched out his hand as if he could miraculously receive something in his palm. After a long time, he only heard the air flowing quietly, but there was no change in his palm. He hesitated: "This... nothing, then... that's a ball of air?"

When the disciples saw the senior brother's stupidity, they wanted to laugh, but when they saw the master standing on the ground, no one could laugh. The original owner of the manor refused to say anything, saying, "Now, clenched his fists, imagine that you are holding a priceless treasure, everyone is competing for it. How about it, do you feel that heavy weight now?"

Li Yijie looked at his clenched fists and his mind fell into reverie, as if he had indeed grasped a treasure in his hand, and he was trying his best to protect it. He couldn't help but clench his hand a little tighter. His small movement proved that he believed the absurd words and laughed unconsciously. He looked up at the original owner of the manor and said, "Disciple doesn't understand."
Chapter completed!