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(one)

The month of July 7 is not full yet.

Under the moon, Ten Mile Pavilion.

The night is not cold, but the sword is cold.

Li Bufan's slender, calloused fingers gently brushed every inch of the sword, very gently, as if he were stroking the soft skin of a woman. He leaned against a stone pillar and a stone bench, with a pot of wine on it.

A jug of strong wine.

One person, one sword, and one jug of wine, and all that was left was loneliness. He was used to loneliness, used to the lonely days of one person, one sword, and one jug of wine.

The night is already deep.

Under the moonlight, he closed his eyes, his thin and pale face was haggard, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deeper, and his thin lips outlined a faint smile. He was very tired, even exhausted. Ten years of sharpening a sword is too long.

He was tired of ten long years of loneliness.

There was not a drop of wine left.

The sword was also polished to a bright shine.

At this time, two people appeared under the moon, walking on the moon with loud voices. They were tall, mighty, and strong. One of them was a beautiful young man, shaking a folding fan in his hand, wearing white clothes, as white as snow, and handsome in appearance.

Yi. The other person has a face full of stubble and fat. There is a heavy broadsword stuck diagonally behind his back. The knife has no sheath and the silver light shines coldly. The contrast between the two is very strong and incompatible.

Ten Mile Pavilion.

The two stood outside Shili Pavilion. The beautiful young man in white sighed and said: "Here we are." Li Bufan didn't even look at him. The bearded man said coldly: "He is drunk."

The beautiful young man in white smiled and said, "I can get drunk, and so can you. Everyone in the world can get drunk, but he can't."

The man with stubble frowned and said, "Why?" The handsome boy in white smiled again and said, "Wine can intoxicate the heart, but a person without a heart will never be drunk." The man with stubble said, "I don't understand.

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The handsome young man in white lowered his face and said: "If he had the intention, he would never be able to pierce the throats of seven people with one sword, seven famous swordsmen."

The bearded man's eyes narrowed and he said: "A ruthless sword!"

The beautiful young man in white nodded and sighed: "One sword is ruthless, I'm afraid no one can resist that sword."

The bearded man said, "Then why are you here?"

The beautiful boy in white smiled bitterly and said: "I have to come. If I don't come, he will come to visit me. By then, the person he is looking for will not be me."

The man with stubble said: "Who will he look for?" The beautiful young man in white said: "My father." The man with stubble sighed: "I have to come too."

The beautiful young man in white said: "Why?"

The bearded man glared at Li Bufan and said, "He came to me five times, and I refused each time. Every time I refused, he would kill one of my disciples."

The beautiful boy in white said: "As long as you don't agree, he will keep killing you until you accept the appointment."

The bearded man said painfully: "Yes."

Li Bufan still closed his eyes coldly and leaned against the stone pillar. The silver-white moonlight fell on his pale face, and his expression did not change at all. He was still cold, haggard, and pale. Suddenly, there was another sound of footsteps on the mountain, and a

A thin and lean middle-aged man walked over, his face was stiff, but his eyes were as sharp as unsheathed knives.

The beautiful young man in white actually stepped forward to compose the poem and said: "Uncle Qin."

The middle-aged man gave him a cold look and said coldly: "Where is your father?"

The beautiful young man in white showed sadness and helplessness in his eyes, and said: "Uncle Qin, I,,,,,." The middle-aged man stopped asking. He was looking at Li Bufan's sword, and suddenly a strange expression appeared on his face, saying no

No matter which one it was. The sword seemed to have the mysterious power of a curse to imprison his soul. No matter which expression he had, it was absolutely full of pain. He sighed and said: "People are ruthless, swords are ruthless, and swords are ruthless."

,,." The beautiful young man in white suddenly had cold hands and feet, his lips turned white, and he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Qin, where is your sword?" The middle-aged man said lightly: "My sword is in my heart, I have a sword in my heart, why do I have to carry a sword?

Woolen cloth?"

Li Bufan suddenly opened his eyes slowly and looked at the sword in his hand tenderly, but did not look at the three of them.

The bearded man frowned and said, "He dealt with three of us with one sword. How fast was that sword?"

How fast is that sword?

Li Bufan smiled lightly and said, "You want to see it?" The bearded man suddenly closed his mouth, his face changed, his throat froze, and he fell down. Li Bufan's sword was dripping blood, drop by drop, on the silver.

White ground.

There was a flash of sword light, and the sword had penetrated his throat.

The beautiful young man in white was stunned and murmured: "Good,, so fast,,, such a fast sword..."

Li Bufan admitted.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Bai Yu, go back." The beautiful young man in white said in surprise: "Why?" The middle-aged man took a long breath and said: "The person he is looking for is not you."

Bai Yu said sadly: "I know." Li Bufan stared at him and said word by word: "If you die, I will still go to Bai Yuntian." Bai Yu's eyes flashed and he said hatefully: "Ask Liushan Villa and you

There is no grievance, so why do you want to challenge my father for a duel?" Li Bufan said slowly: "Bai Yuntian is the best swordsman in the world, and I can only become famous if I kill him."

Bai Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it!" Suddenly, he waved his folding fan and struck Mo Fan's vital points with sharp lightning. The middle-aged man exclaimed, "No,,,,." The man had already flown out, blocking Bai Yu.

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The sword light flashed again, as fast as a shooting star, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Another person fell, but it was not Bai Yu who fell, but a middle-aged man, with a sword piercing his throat. With tears streaming down his face, Bai Yu hissed: "Uncle Qin,

It was me who harmed you. It was me who harmed you." Li Bufan's face was cold and expressionless as he walked down the mountain step by step under the moonlight.

(two)

On the eighth day of July, I asked Willow Villa.

There are no clouds in the sky.

Bai Yuntian frowned and sat in the hall with a serious face. Bai Yu walked over slowly and immediately lowered his head, not even daring to look at it. "Dad, do you really want to go?" Bai Yu raised his head and gently said

Bai Yuntian was silent for a long time before he said, "Yes."

Bai Yu looked shocked and said, "Dad, you can't go."

Bai Yuntian's eyes narrowed and he asked, "Why?" Bai Yu timidly said, "His sword is too fast and terrifying."

"Have you seen it?" Bai Yuntian asked. Bai Yu closed his mouth and lowered his head.

Bai Yuntian asked again: "Have you seen how fast his sword is?" Bai Yu pondered slightly and said in a trembling voice: "The head of the Kunlun Sect and Uncle Qin both died under his sword, and his throat was sealed with one sword.

Bai Yuntian said in surprise: "Gao Jian, the leader of the Kunlun School, has superb swordsmanship. He was the best in the martial arts world ten years ago. Qin Rufeng's swordsmanship has even reached a state of perfection. Could it be that they really can't even avoid that sword?"

open?"

Bai Yu changed his expression and said: "Not only could I not avoid it, but I didn't even see when the sword was struck, and I didn't see it either. It wasn't until he struck for the second time that I...Dad, you must not go.

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Bai Yuntian sighed, and actually smiled and said: "Yu'er, you have grown up. If dad can't come back, I will leave the Willow Villa to you in the future."

(three)
Chapter completed!