Heiheji has trees, inside the empty house and outside. No one can clean the leaves of the trees. In the end, they can only be buried under the unwelcome snow layer. Then, as time goes by, no one will appear until the end, and they have not returned to their roots.

Leng Xiaobai did not have a sword, so Du Chengyi's sword was not very sharp, nor was it useless to move forward, and he did not take out his second sword.

"As a swordsman, not using a sword is an insult to yourself, and it is also an insult to your opponent. You have to pay the price for your unwise actions. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Du Chengyi finally couldn't help it. Fighting, or fighting, is a thing that should be let go. One person like them is timid, but the other person can make it happen, and it is more like two people playing games.

What can Du Chengyi do if he can't help but fail to fall, it proves that he lost.

"You are afraid that I have hit you, so you know that I can't draw the sword, so you asked me to draw the sword. If you really want to find an opponent, why don't you go to Kyoto to find Sansang Wuzhi, I'm afraid there is no better opponent than this. In my opinion, you are just sensational in front of them."

Leng Xiaobai went back to the yard and closed the door in a fake manner. There was no door in the empty courtyard, so this action seemed a little confused.

Du Chengyi knelt on the banks of the Heili River alone, but his heart still did not float to the surface. The colorful scars and dirty blood on his heart would even feel disgusted.

He walked into the streets of Heiheji, where he could find those who held the sword in his hands, those who did not know him, so he dared to attack in front of him. In this case, he had been born more than once.

He gave up Leng Xiaobai, not that he could not beat Leng Xiaobai, just like Leng Xiaobai would say something, and then he would return to the yard without doing anything, but the person behind Leng Xiaobai.

That person is not Heibai Wuchang, nor the great monk, nor the eighth prince, but that woman. That woman is not simple. You have to stay away from her, the farther away, the better. It is best to never see this person again in your life.

Du Chengyi's punch is not 100% or 60% of it. Unlike those who can see it in front of Leng Xiaobai, this person is a real master.

Leng Xiaobai's next fist cost his arm was broken. Now, let alone without a sword, he can't even hold it up even if he has a sword.

"My fault."

Leng Xiaobai didn't know how to explain it. A mistake almost made him regret it for the rest of his life. He didn't know if it wasn't for Hongyun, he would have become like Du Chengyi and would have become crazy.

Hongyun looked at Leng Xiaobai with a smile and said nothing, but Yan Xia next to her was a little at a loss.

"Drink these, the monk has cured your injuries. It only takes a few months before he can heal himself."

Leng Xiaobai nodded and drank the bowl of black stuff.

Seeing Leng Xiaobai drinking all of them, Hongyun put the bowl on the table and walked out.

When Hongyun went out, Leng Xiaobai looked at her back and wanted to say anything, but couldn't say anything. Her eyes were as heavy as she felt like she was a burden for the rest of her life.

Finally, he fell asleep.

Leng Xiaobai fell asleep, and no one needed to take care of him around him, and Yan Xia also came out with Hongyun.

"You're not the one here."

Hongyun turned around, took Yan Xia's hand, and said it like a sister, she was saying the statement.

"I don't care where you came from. Xiaobai looked very indifferent. He cared about many things very much, especially you and me. He put us under the old beggar and above himself. You understand what this means. Therefore, there is no shortage of someone around her who can take care of him at any time. This person is you."

After Hongyun finished speaking, she wanted to say something, but she didn't speak.

"How do you know I'm not a person in this world?"

Yan Xia traveled from another world, and she was very convinced that she had not replaced the things she brought with her in this world after twenty years.

"The atmosphere in you is wrong. You don't know how to believe your husband. Since you have made a choice, don't doubt it for the rest of your life. No one will make mistakes in your life. If you correct it, it's not a problem. If I'm not wrong, this is the first mistake he made."

"where are you going?"

Yan Xia understood that careful people can still see many things. The times are different. It is not because of disguise and knowing what kind of world this world is, and that they can live like the people here.

"I'm going to do something, but you can rest assured that I will come back soon, at least I will hand over this sword to Xiaobai in person."

Hongyun held the Zhanlu sword in his hand, which Leng Xiaobai handed to her personally. The sword of a swordsman was his other life.

A man who can give his life to you is worth doing a lot for him.

"Some people do something wrong and always pay the price for their mistakes."

Yan Xia returned to the room, Hongyun left Heiheji, and only she herself knew what she was going to do.

Everyone has their own story, and the story is not what you see. Everyone only has a pair of eyes, and the stories they can see are very limited. Therefore, more stories rely on storytelling and adding fuel to the fire.

Qingzhou is very lively because of the three mulberry branches. Some outsiders also came here just to see how sharp the sword of the Daxia Dragon Bird is.

Hongyun went south and left Heiheji. Heibai Wuchang watched her leave with his own eyes.

"The direction is undoubtedly Kyoto, but she went there at this time obviously for Kyoto to have something to do. We really don't stop her?"

Fan Wujiu's sudden great compassion made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"No need, her swordsmanship is not worse than Xiaobai's. In addition to the Zhanlu sword that can be pulled out, anyone who can make things difficult for her is that as long as she is not a greedy person, she should be able to survive."

In the empty house, the Buddhist temple,

Yan Xia stood behind the monk, and suddenly she didn't know what she should do. Hongyun left here, and the snow girl in the backyard didn't look like a person who could take care of the trouble. Leng Xiaobai was also injured, and she was a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm not dead, no one dares to make trouble here. Even if someone comes here to make trouble, you have a sword in your hand and no injuries on your body. What's the point? It's just a little blood."

Yan Xia was still a little uncomfortable with a monk saying such words, especially this place where he kept chanting Buddha's name.

"Disciple, you have been by your sister-in-law's side from now on. If someone dares to covet your sister-in-law's beauty, you can teach you a lesson."

The monk seemed to be very confident in his disciple. Yan Xia was a little worried about the monk's attitude, especially the meaning of greed for beauty. She already belonged to someone else.
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