"Say? What did you say?" Cai Ji coughed and smiled, with a hint of joking in his eyes.
"You...don't know where Yuan Peng is!" Qi Fan said with a dark expression!
"What do you think? So what if you know? What if you don't know?"
"It's just one death?" Cai Ji burst out laughing after saying this.
Qi Fan looked at Cai Ji who was in madness and his eyes flashed, since you want to die, then I will help you!
With one palm strike, all the meridians in Cai Ji's body were severed! He immediately began to howl miserably.
But then he gritted his teeth and stared straight at Qi Fan without even letting out a muffled groan! Blood could not stop pouring out of the corners of his mouth.
Qi Fan just looked at these staring eyes! There was no dodge at all!
I already knew in my heart that it was impossible to ask anything from his mouth.
With a thought in his mind, the golden sword immediately pierced the chest and emerged from the Dantian!
More and more blood poured out of Cai Ji's mouth, and his eyes looking at Qi Fan were full of resentment, 'I uh... uh... hate! Ah!!!'
The physique of the Danjie monk did not allow him to die immediately, but with his meridians all over his body severely cut off, he could not even struggle and could only twitch instinctively.
After a long while, Yu Wenmian finally couldn't stand it any longer, and dispersed his last bite with a palm, but Qi Fan did not stop him.
The moment Cai Ji breathed his last, the endless resentment in his eyes suddenly dissipated, and a hint of tenderness and relief emerged.
She opened her mouth slightly and said, "Xiaoyan..." and her voice was extremely small, even to the point of being silent.
Then Cai Ji tilted his head and his resentment disappeared, revealing a handsome and artistic face.
In the last moment, Qi Fan seemed to see the scene when the two met for the first time many years ago, that handsome young man, Cai Ji.
Qi Fan couldn't help but repeat the name "Xiaoyan".
He had never heard of this name or seen this person, but he subconsciously thought of the little maid who used to be with Cai Ji.
As if to confirm Qi Fan's conjecture, Yu Wenmian, who was a little depressed at the side, murmured: "Xiaoyan is his maid, a very cute little girl."
"I met her five years ago. Later, he killed her with his own hands. I don't know why he killed her, but I know that he was very, very, very sad."
For some reason, Qi Fan felt pity for Cai Ji for a moment.
Looking at Cai Ji's lifeless body, I couldn't help but think of the old saying, pitiful people must be hateful, and hateful people must also be pitiful.
Maybe he also has an unknown past.
But all these disappeared with the death of Cai Ji. Qi Fan sighed, turned to Yu Wen Mian and said: "Brother Yu Wen, come back."
Yu Wenmian was startled and said in a daze: "Come back?"
After a moment of silence, he smiled bitterly and said, "I can't go back. Junior brother, let's do it. If I die in your hands, it's not a bad place to go."
Qi Fan looked at Yuwen Mian seriously and said, "Senior brother Yuwen, why can't you go back?"
"As long as you let go of the past and no longer have contact with this so-called Holy Pavilion, I promise! You will never tell this matter. I, Qi Fan, can swear to God!"
Yu Wenmian shook his head and looked at Qi Fan with slight surprise.
The friendship between the two was deep or shallow, but he didn't expect Qi Fan to say such a thing.
Even when he was in Cai Mansion, Qi Fan said he could let him go, but he was not so shocked.
After all, letting him go and hiding it for him are two different things.
If you let him go, you can prevent him from leaving next time! But if you hide it for him, then this kind of thing may involve Qi Fan himself.
After a while, Yuwen Mian sighed and said, "Thank you so much, junior brother, but sometimes, if you make a wrong step, you can never look back."
"For the sake of our past friendship with our senior fellow apprentices, you can just ask whatever you want."
Qi Fan said with a serious face: "Senior Brother Yuwen, you really don't...".
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yu Wenmian: "Ask."
"However, there are some things that I may not be able to say. People like us who know the Holy Pavilion relatively well have the prohibitions imposed by the Holy Lord in our minds."
Seeing Yu Wenmian's appearance, Qi Fan could not say anything else.
He just looked at Yu Wenmian in front of him with great pity, and then said: "So you have met the Holy Lord?"
"Um."
"Who is the Holy Lord?"
"I don't know him. At least there is no such person among the Yuanying Masters I know."
Qi Fan was extremely surprised when he heard this. Even if they have never seen the Venerable Yuanying in ASEAN, his disciples will have heard about it.
Yu Wenmian actually said he didn’t know him? Is there a hidden Nascent Soul Master in ASEAN? Just like Fairy Tianqin?
Seeing Qi Fan deep in thought, Yu Wenmian suddenly said: "The Yuan Peng you mentioned before is a fat man."
"Huh? Do you know where he is?" Qi Fan asked quickly.
"He is in Tiancang City."
"Tian Cang City? That's not..."
"Well, the junction of the east and west."
"So, this holy pavilion is likely to span the east and west?"
Qi Fan saw that Yu Wenmian suddenly stopped talking, his eyes flashed, and he knew that he had said the key point.
Then he asked: "Four Saints, which Four Saints are they?"
"Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu."
"Forget it, don't ask anymore, I'll tell you everything I can tell you."
"...."
"...."
After a long time, Qi Fan walked out of the cave silently, and the aura belonging to Yu Wenmian behind him also disappeared at this moment.
The moment it completely disappeared, the cave collapsed. This was Yu Wenmian's last request.
He refused Qi Fan's attempt to take him back to the sect for burial. He was too embarrassed to face the sect again.
The God of War of Xuanyuan Sect, Qi Fan's first real opponent, just fell into the unknown cave.
Outside the cave, Qi Fan stopped for a long time, arched his hands slightly and disappeared into the forest. There was only one sentence floating in the wind outside the cave, 'Senior brother Yuwen... it's a good journey.'
.....
In Fengyang City, Qi Fan stood on the top of the tallest building, overlooking this somewhat inconsistent city. Rich and poor, noble and humble, looked so distinct under the Fengyang River.
Qi Fan just watched quietly, without any intention of changing the city. They had their own way, and they had their own way.
Perhaps, one day in the future, someone will appear and break the 'rules' here, but that person will not be him.
After taking a deep look at Xihe District, Qi Fan's figure disappeared into Fengyang City.
In Xihe District, Liu Miaoyin was watching Lao Zhou and others fishing, whom she had met once before.
Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and looked towards the roof of the building where Qi Fan was standing before. It was empty.
"Fairy, how do you like this fish? I'll give it to you to make soup. It's delicious." Lao Zhou shouted with a smile while holding a big male fish.