Vol 6 Chapter 87: Messy

"The First Sword in the World" couldn't even control the sword in his own hands. What kind of grudge and hatred made a peerless swordsman so desolate. [Super much good-looking]
Ye Qingxuan confessed that he was extremely accurate in seeing people, but the last time he met Li Muchan, he had never seen the slightest flaw. The other party's eyes could not see any fluctuations, and they were hidden deep.
And who is the woman who made this cold and ruthless swordsman lose himself?
Zhuo Huifan? That's why she can let Li Muchan be instructed like a dog;
Or is it his own girl who has been locked alone for more than ten years and hasn't seen Ning Huiru, his wife?
This is the housework of Yijianshanzhuang. How can Ye Qingxuan get involved?
unless……
Ye Qingxuan's eyes brightened and he slowly got up.
Mei Yinxue raised an eyebrow and asked, "Any idea?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded, and said, "It's more courteous for the family or the family to come forward. Let's go to Li Daozong ..."
The rain cleared and the west wind was slightly cold.
Yi Jian Shan Zhuang looks so beautiful under the purple sunset glow.
Moisture is heavy.
It is rainy in midsummer and it is another year of flowering.
The begonia flowers of Yijianshanzhuang opened in this season, and they showed their vitality.
The place where Houshan was included in the forbidden area completely became a sea of ​​flowers.
A trail in the flower forest was covered with falling flowers, and a person stepped on it.
Falling flowers are like a nightmare, the color is not faded, and the fragrance is still there.
A ruthless person.
The man looked only in his thirties, with three short beards under his jaw, a seven-foot figure, a long shawl, and a gray robe.
Li Muchen!
In white, his complexion was whiter than clothes and whiter than snow. His expression was even colder than snow.
His appearance is high-necked, and he can be said to be very handsome, but anyone who looks at him for a glance will not be handsome. He will even ignore his looks completely, because under his eyes, no one will remember other ...
His eyes were shining and sharp. Like a sword.
Between the eyebrows, three points are lonely, and seven points are killed!
As soon as he stepped into the flower forest, it seemed to add a killing atmosphere around him.
The flowers were silent, and even the warbler blocked his voice, but there was no strength to fly again, so murderous!
There is no sword on his body. Li Muchan's murder has reached the point where he does not use a sword. His murderous spirit is very natural. Just like breathing, it is the aura formed naturally by the killings over the years. At this time, he was almost a sword out of the sheath, sharp sword. Read the latest chapters in full
This is the forbidden area of ​​Yijianshanzhuang, but anyone who is not in the village is banned, but his master is not allowed to come.
But almost every rainy night, he would stay here for a while.
There is a sea of ​​flowers outside the flower forest.
When the afterglow of the setting sun left only the last touch of afterglow, Li Muchan's footsteps stopped in the flower forests of Huawai.
Stopping. The piano sounded.
The sound of the piano floated over the Baihua courtyard, catkins pond.
The plain sleeves returned to the snow, and the Jinyi turned. The scenery is picturesque, and the tuner is like the person in the painting.
The smoke of beauties, gazebos and incense burners rose.
Qin's tune is Yulou Chun. If you cry, it's more like a complaint. There is only one voice, worrying, thinking, thinking.
For a song, the tuner followed the rest. Moaning softly again--
Relentlessness is not like passionate suffering,
An inch is worth ten thousand.
When the ends of the earth are infinite,
Just acacia endless!
As soon as Ding Dong cried, all the melody was exquisite, Xiangxiang was more lonely, and the figure was more lonely.
Ning Huiru stood up stupidly, moved to the tea rack, Begonia flowers.
Begonias have been opened, and the rain and mist are not difficult to turn into rouge tears.
Ning Huiru sighed in her heart. Turning around, she saw her own shadow on the ground. Shadows are as thin as people. The moon on the horizon is lonely with people.
The moon rose in Dongtian, and Dongtian was in a sorrow, and Mo Feitian was worrying too!
The wind is fast, the wind is tight, the clouds are surging, the clouds are flowing. The moon is bright, the moon is dark, and the moon is faintly depressed.
Ning Huiru gave a short sigh and another long cry.
Yueer Shen, lovesickness in two places,
Tonight is more sad than last night,
To lonely lamp, unconsciously sleep, tears and sorrow to pay to Yaoqin,
Li hate complaining to the string, desolate groaning under the finger,
One less acquaintance ...
Have you ever seen a sentimental woman like Ning Huiru.
Who is she missing? Who is her friend?
No, neither is.
At this time on the side of listening to Yuxuan, a wall tablet was erected, and everyone's name on it was clearly visible.
Each name is a legend of the rivers and lakes. It used to be a legend, but in the end it was buried under the sword of Li Muchan without exception, which made him the invincible "Sword God" title.
Li Muchan?
Li Muchan stood in the flower forest at this time.
He stared at the stunning beauty who sang softly in front of Hua Qianyue, his expression was already infatuated, his eyes infatuated.
This was his wife Ning Huiru. He told himself in his heart, but suddenly he didn't even believe him.
There was pain in his eyes.
He wanted to walk out of the courtyard, but felt powerless.
He bowed his head, his snow-like clothes, white and flawless, what about his heart?
Look at your own hands again, still so strong and powerful!
How many heroes are killed under these hands ...
Without exception, these well-known powerful people are ultimately luckier than themselves, and can be slowly touched by those gentle jade hands, while themselves, as the "first sword in the world," compete for fame And away from the beloved.
In order to win the favor of this "first beauty in the world", Li Muchan single-handedly killed seven unique young swordsmen in the world, only to compete for the place of the ambassador of the martial arts, and only to be able to obtain the Ning Huiru Green.
Finally I went to the Wulin Holy Land by myself and came back alive ...
But there were many young talents beside her, so he was angry, he killed, killed, killed, killed ...
In the name of challenge, he almost killed the man who had any feelings for Ning Huiru.
Finally, under the persuasion of the owner of Fengyi Pavilion at the time, and under the secret help of Zhuo Huifan, "The First Sword in the World" finally married the "First Beauty in the World" through the door. For a while, a gifted lady, envy others.
But at the same time, he also owed Zhuo Huifan's kindness.
And that woman, isn't it terrible ...
Think of Zhuo Huifan. Li Muchan sighed, thinking of the little pigtail he was caught by the woman, there was no way to get rid of the slightest, and if he used it, it became the sharpest knife in Feng Yige's hand.
Brutal killing of his own. For Ning Huiru, who likes peace, it is the least acceptable thing. In the end, he married her but lost her heart. At the same time, he also found that his clear Kendo heart was getting farther and farther away from him.
The deeper the trap between myself and Fengyi Pavilion, the further away from the pursuit of martial arts.
People always face reality.
Li Muchan is not a person who dares not face reality.
But after that happened, he really didn't dare Ning Huiru again.
He has lost her heart. Can't break her again ...
The sword is decisive, and his heart is decisive.
Li Muchen looked at the lonely figure in Yuxuan, and finally turned away and left ...
He would rather look at her back from a distance than lose her forever.
At the moment when Li Muchan stepped out of the flower forest, he regained the lightness of the past, leaving the Buddha without any fetters.
Li Muchan's face once again restored the appearance of the stranger.
After turning around the courtyard and across the garden, Yijianshan Villa kept this lively state after dark. Li Muchan frowned. He knew the second brother's ambitions, but he always hated the sentiment and sentiment, and the martial arts masters who were recruited in Yijianshan Village at this time. He was too lazy to look at it.
It's better to stay away from them.
Li Muchen walked through the hall from the side entrance, and suddenly stopped, and said coldly, "Why are you again?"
After the little rockery in the courtyard, slowly came out a figure, a beautiful lady with graceful appearance, magnificent appearance, and charming appearance appeared.
The beautiful lady said with a grieving voice that ordinary people couldn't help but said, "Did you go to visit Sister again? After so many years, you still can't remember her ..."
Li Muchen's disgusted look flashed in his eyes. Without looking back, he flatly said, "I don't want to hear these nonsense, I don't want to see you, and you shouldn't come to see me!"
As soon as the words fell, Li Muchan stepped forward and really didn't want to stay for a while.
"Don't go ... I have something to ask for ..."
Li Muchen kept walking, Shen said, "If you have any trouble, you might as well go to find the second brother. You are his wife, but why do you come to me?"
It turned out that the woman turned out to be Shang Huixian, a disciple of Feng Yige who was married to Li Muru's second brother, "Sword King", and also Li Daozong's biological mother.
"Don't leave, I asked you for Daozong ..."
"Dao Zong is the child of you and the second brother. With the second brother's strength, it is easy to find Daozong. Why ask me ..."
When Shang Huixian saw that Li Muchen was going to go far away, his eyes flashed with anger, and he eagerly stepped forward two steps, anxiously: "Are you so heartless, even if you refuse to admit it, you should not forget that Taoism is actually your Li Muchen Son ... "
This sentence was inserted into Li Muchan's heart like a knife ~ EbookFREE.me ~, causing him to be instantly furious, and suddenly reached out his hands. Outside of a few feet, Shang Huixian seemed to be choked by his throat, as if When it comes to midair, even her deep skill can't make a little effort.
Li Muchen's face turned red, but he never turned back, he did not want to turn back, did not dare to turn back, "I warned you, don't mention it again ... Are you looking for death?"
Shang Huixian felt that his soul was about to be shattered, and his feet were kicking randomly, but it was useless.
At the moment when he was about to die, Li Muchan finally remembered that he must not just kill this woman, otherwise ... Feng Yige ... Zhuo Huifan ...
Git!
Li Muchen snorted and shook her hand, and Shang Huixian flew out.
Shang Huixian let out a cry, fell to the ground, and when he looked up, there was still where Li Muchen was.
The color of resentment in Shang Huixian's eyes was fierce and murmured: "Li Muchen, you are cruel. Ning Huiru and Zhuo Huifan, I don't believe that I will always be overpowered by both of you in this life. I will never be reconciled ... Li Muchan is not Listen to me, but I still have the waste that Li Muru can use ... "(To be continued.) I580