On the way home, Nie Feng still recalled the figure of that weird man, as if it was imprinted in his mind invisibly, and he couldn't get rid of it.

After all, he had been born in the mountains and forests since he was a child. Not to mention the rivers and lakes, the farthest place he had ever been was the market at the foot of the mountain. How could he understand the conversation between King Nie and that weirdo, but he could understand it.

"Dad, is our knife very powerful?"

Nie Feng raised his little face and asked with some confusion and curiosity.

King Nie didn't know how to answer, so he could only remain silent.

How should he answer? Do you want him to say that he was once the best swordsman in the world? Or was he a famous maniac who killed countless people? What about the sword? The sword has been covered with dust. In his eyes, the so-called peerless sword "

"Xueyin Knife" is just an ordinary wood-chopping knife.

Yes, a woodcutter.

"That's just a woodcutter!"

King Nie said this.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he pulled Nie Feng to stop. The small wooden house was not far away. In front of the half-open door, a woman was looking at the father and son. She seemed to have heard his words.

Ruhua's pretty face instantly turned a little white and dull.

Looking at each other in silence.

This woman is very beautiful, so beautiful that it is almost breathtaking. Her eyebrows seem to convey emotions, as enchanting as a painting, and her skin is like snow, like a hibiscus flower, which can be broken by a blow, just like an unreal dream.

Like a dream or an illusion.

The woman is truly astonishingly beautiful. The coarse linen clothes cannot hide her ice-cold muscles and jade bones, and the wisps of cooking smoke cannot hide her world-famous face.

It's a pity that such a woman, with her powder and cakes, should be the most beautiful in the world, making countless men crazy about her, crazy about her, and stupid for her. However, just like the dusty sword in the corner, she

I can only do all the things that women should do in the mountains and forests, such as cooking, washing, sewing, cleaning, and hating and complaining.

Village woman.

Everything should not be like this. Other women can do these things, but she is different, because how can those rouge and vulgar powder be compared with hers? Her hands are no longer as graceful and moving as they used to be, delicate as snow, and even have some

It was rough, and at the end, the color on his face was stained by the firewood ash.

All because she married the man in front of her. This man should have been famous all over the world and powerful in all directions. She also thought that was the case. Unfortunately, more than six years ago, he suddenly sealed his sword and retired to seclusion, taking her with him.

Leaving this poor place far away from the world, far away from fame and fortune, she was surrounded by pots, pans, firewood, ashes and dust all day long.

"mother!"

Nie Feng shouted happily when he saw the woman.

It was only when she heard her son's cry that the woman's somewhat stiff and dull expression seemed to become more tender, as gentle as ever, with pity and love.

Her name is Yan Ying.

King Nie felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

But soon, he approached Zhanyan and said, "Today I asked the eldest brother of the Liu family to bring back a hairpin from the market. Take a look and see if you like it!"

Looking at the hairpin held by the man in front of her, Yan Ying just glanced at it lightly and then looked away.

"The dishes are still hot in the pot, I'll go take a look."

King Nie was left with a wry smile and shook his head, his heart filled with sadness.

until.

"What? You want to send the Snow Drinking Knife away?"

Hearing King Nie talk about the strange man he met, Yan Ying frowned, and her tone was unusually cold and hard, just like the sharp ice edge, which stung King Nie at a loss. He said in a hoarse voice: "Xue Yin is against me.

As far as I'm concerned, it's no longer useful, and I've simply completely destroyed the world!"

Yan Ying bit her silver teeth.

"It's useless to you, but what about Feng'er? Everyone in the world dreams of having such a magical weapon, but it's better for you to give it away!"

At this point in her words, she was really disappointed with the man in front of her whom she once loved deeply. Perhaps it was a mistake to choose him from the beginning, but now, this man wanted to extinguish her last hope.

"Feng'er's talent is astonishing. If you can teach him the Six Aohan Techniques, his achievements in the future will definitely be no less than yours. With Xue Yin Dao in hand, there is no doubt that he will be able to shake up the martial arts world and become the overlord of the world!"

Yan Ying's eyes flashed with deep resentment and sadness, and her tone sounded more like pleading.

King Nie Renwang's eyes dimmed. He was drinking wine, and in front of him was the hairpin that Yan Ying did not touch. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said: "I will not let Feng'er get involved in the world. Once he enters the world,

It will be difficult to turn back, hating the sea and the mountains will result in countless killings. Maybe one day even he will die in the hands of others!"

His voice was very calm, very calm, and indescribably firm.

After Yan Ying heard this, she was shaken first, and then her face suddenly seemed to lose its color and turned pale. She glanced at Nie Feng, who was already sleeping soundly, and then her face was expressionless, even her water-cut autumn eyes.

It dimmed, and there was only silence and numbness, as if the King Nie in front of him had broken his heart and had given up on him.

King Nie, however, drank wine all night long and did not go out until dawn, smelling of alcohol.

But when Nie Feng woke up, he found that the tenderness he had seen in the past was gone from his mother's face. Some of them had only the same expression, and all expressions were gone. Only in his shouts could Yan Ying be strong.

Squeeze out a smile.

Until the sun was high in the sky, looking at Nie Feng jumping away, Yan Ying sighed quietly, then closed the door and drifted away, never looking back.

But she came back, and she came back very quickly.

Not only did she come back, she also brought back a man. This man had white hair and white eyebrows, an evil look on his face, and was dressed in a blue robe. There was an evil aura all over his body, and there was even more violence in his brows.

.

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Yan Ying breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. She spoke very quickly: "Come pick me up in three days!"

The man's eyebrows were raised sharply, and his voice was low and hoarse, like a lump in his throat.

"Ying, why don't you leave now? Could it be that you haven't given up yet?"

Yan Ying said: "Although I am completely disappointed with him, Feng'er is my flesh and blood after all. I want to put everything in order. When the time comes, I will let you go wherever you go!"

When the man asked, he laughed sharply and said: "Haha, King Nie is really a fool. He wants to give a peerless sword to someone else. However, since he doesn't want it, then I will. By the way, I will also vent your anger for you. I have to

You must kill the man who begged for the knife, and see how many blows he can withstand my vicious aura!"

"Haha, I think you will die!"

When the two of them were rubbing their hair together and making love to each other, unexpectedly, as soon as the man finished speaking, an erratic voice suddenly fell in his ears.

"who?"

Moreover, Yan Ying did not react. She seemed not to have heard anything. Instead, the man with a sinister look suddenly opened his eyes sharply and shouted.

"Po Jun, what's wrong?"

Yan Ying was a little confused and at a loss by the sudden change.

"Someone!"

But she saw the man she called "Po Jun" suddenly turned his head and looked at the top of a short mountain not far away. His eyes were sharply focused, and he saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the top of a vigorous old tree.

Meditate.

"Pretend to be a ghost, Yan Ying, you go in first!"

The man's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his body suddenly dispersed, leaping into the air like an arrow, and then rushed towards the figure like a meteor shower.
Chapter completed!