"The No. 1 Sword in the World" can't even control the sword in his hand. What kind of grudges and revenge makes a peerless swordsman so devastated.[]

Ye Qingxuan thought he was very accurate in his eyes, but he never saw a trace of flaw in the last fight with Li Muchan. There was no fluctuation in the other party's eyes, and it was very deep.

And who would be the woman who made this cruel swordsman lose herself?

Zhuo Huifan? That's why she let Li Muchan let him instruct like a dog;

Or is it his own wife Ning Huiru who has been alone in the empty bedroom for more than ten years and has never seen outsiders?

This is the family business of "Yijian Villa". What can Ye Qingxuan intervene?

unless……

Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up and he slowly stood up.

Mei Yinxue raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you have an idea?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded and said, "It's more polite to come forward with family affairs. Let's go to find Li Daozong..."

The rain passes by the clear sky, and the west wind is slightly cool.

Yijian Villa looks so beautiful under the purple-red sunset.

The moisture is heavy in the clothes.

It's rainy in midsummer, and it's another year when flowers bloom.

The crabapple flowers in Yijian Villa bloomed very brightly during this season, trying their best to show all their vitality.

The back mountain was listed as a forbidden area and completely became a sea of ​​flowers.

A small path in the flower forest, with falling flowers spreading on the path, and one person came stepping on the falling flowers.

The fallen flowers are like a dream, the color has not faded, and the fragrance is still there, but wherever the person steps, the falling flowers are the same as the mud, and the color and fragrance are gone.

What a ruthless person.

The visitor looked only thirty years old, with three short whiskers under his jaw, a seven-foot figure, a long shawl on his hair, and a gray-white robe.

Li Muchan!

Yi Bai, his face was whiter than Yi Bai, and his expression was even whiter than Xue. His expression was even colder than Xue.

His high-nosed eagle-eyed look can be said to be extremely handsome, but no one will ever have the first impression of him as long as he looks at him. He will even completely ignore his appearance, because no one will remember anything else against his eyes...

His eyes were shining, sharp, like a sword.

Between eyebrows, three parts of loneliness and seven parts of solemnity!

As soon as he stepped into the flower forest, there seemed to be a solemn atmosphere around him.

The flowers were speechless, and even the orioles blocked their voices, but they had no power to fly again. What a murderous intent!

Without a sword on his body, Li Muchan had already reached the point of not using a sword. His murderous aura was faint and extremely natural. Just like breathing, it was a natural aura formed by the killing over the years. At this time, he was simply a sword with a sheath out of his sheath. Read the full text of the latest chapter

This is the forbidden area of ​​Yijian Villa, but it is not forbidden anyone from the villa, but it is just forbidden his master's arrival.

But he would stay here for a while almost every rainy night.

Outside the flower forest, there is also a sea of ​​flowers, and there is a Tingyuxuan on the sea of ​​flowers.

When the afterglow of the setting sun was only the last touch of the afterglow, Li Muchan's footsteps stopped in the flower forest outside the flowers.

The footsteps stopped and the sound of the piano started.

The sound of the piano drifted across the flower courtyard and the willow catkin pond.

The snow is returned with plain sleeves, and the brocade clothes are turning over the clouds. The scenery is as beautiful as a painting, and the person who plays the piano is also like a person in a painting.

Beauty, pavilion, and incense burner smoke rises up.

The tune of the piano is Yulouchun. It is like crying and complaining. With just one sound, there are sorrows, many thoughts, and many thoughts.

With a song of the piano, the tuner followed the lingering sound. Then the sound was soft and soft.

Relentlessness is not like sentimental pain,

One inch or tens of thousands of threads.

When there is poverty at the end of the world,

It’s just that there’s endless lovesickness!

Ding Dong's voice, the piano and songs were gone, the fragrance of the boudoir was even more lonely, and the figures were even more lonely.

Ning Huiru stood up obsessedly, moved to the side of the squid rack, under the crabapple flowers.

The begonia has bloomed, and the misty rain is misty, so it is not difficult to turn into rouge tears.

Ning Huiru sighed in her heart. She turned around and saw her own shadow on the ground. The shadow was as thin as others. The moon in the sky was as lonely as others.

The moon rises in the east sky, and the east sky is filled with sad clouds. Could it be that the sky is also worrying for others!

The wind is fast, the wind is tight, the clouds are surging, and the clouds are flowing. The moon is bright, the moon is dark, and the moon is still vaguely depressed.

Ning Huiru sighed and then sighed.

The moon is deep, and I miss you two hearts,

Tonight's sorrow and grudge are even worse than last night.

To the lonely lamp, unintentional sleep, tears and sorrow are given to the Yaoqin,

The separation and hatred are spoken in the strings, and the desolation is chanting under the fingers,

One less soulmate...

Have you ever seen a sentimental woman like Ning Huiru?

Who is she missing? Who is her soulmate?

No, none of them.

At this time, on the side of Tingyuxuan, a wall of tablets erected, and the names of everyone on it were clearly visible.

Every name is a legend in the world. It was once a legend, but it was eventually buried under Li Muchan's sword without exception, making him the title of "Sword God" that is invincible in the world.

Li Muchan?

Li Muchan stood in the flower forest at this time.

He stared blankly at the beautiful beauty singing softly under the moon in front of the flowers, his expression was already infatuated and his eyes were already infatuated.

This is his wife Ning Huiru. He told himself in his heart, but suddenly, he no longer believed himself.

His eyes showed pain.

He wanted to walk out of the courtyard, but he felt powerless.

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with snow-like clothes, pure white, flawless, what about his heart?

Looking at my hands again, they are still so strong!

How many heroes are killing themselves under these hands...

But without exception, these famous and powerful men were ultimately lucky to be slowly touched by those gentle jade hands. However, as the "No. 1 sword in the world", I was far away from my beloved because of my competition for fame and fortune.

In order to win the favor of this "No. 1 Beauty in the World", Li Muchan killed seven unique young swordsmen in the world with a single sword, just to compete for the quota of the martial arts holy envoy, and just to get the favor of Ning Huiru, the envoy of Fengyi Pavilion.

Finally, I went to the martial arts holy land by myself and came back alive...

But there were many young talents around her, so he became angry, kill, kill, kill, kill...

In the name of challenge, almost all the men who had any desire for Ning Huiru were killed.

Finally, with the persuasion of the Fengyi Pavilion Master at that time, with Zhuo Huifan's secret help, the "No. 1 Sword in the World" finally married the "No. 1 Beauty in the World" and passed by. For a time, the talented man and beautiful woman were envious of others.

But at the same time, he also owed Zhuo Huifan a great favor.

And that woman is so terrible...

Thinking of Zhuo Huifan, Li Muchan sighed, thinking of his little braided hair that was caught by that woman, he had no way to get rid of it at all, and he let it be used, becoming the sharpest knife in Fengyige's hand.

His cruel and indiscriminate killing was nothing more than the most unacceptable thing for Ning Huiru, who likes peace. In the end, he married her but lost her heart. At the same time, he also found that his sword-like heart with a clear sword heart was getting farther and farther away from him.

The deeper you fall between yourself and Fengyi Pavilion, the further you will be from the pursuit of martial arts.

People always have to face reality.

Li Muchan is not a person who dares to face reality.

But after that incident, he really didn't dare to Ning Huiru again.

He has lost her heart and can no longer hurt her heart...

The sword is determined, and his heart is determined.

Li Muchan looked at the lonely figure in Tingyuxuan, and finally turned around and left...

He would rather take a look at her back from a distance than lose her trace forever.

The moment Li Muchan stepped out of the flower forest, he returned to his former lightness, and there was no bondage in letting the Buddha go.

Li Muchan's face also returned to his appearance of not entering a stranger.
To be continued...