Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Lu Xiaofeng put his clothes on her. He put on his single clothes, jumped into the forest, and shouted angrily, "Honest monk!"

The honest monk shrank back and looked at the three people who acted indifferent.

Lu Xiaofeng had already walked over. He saw Hua Manlou, Sikong Zhaixing, and the honest monk.

Several people looked at him.

Lu Xiaofeng only had time to put on a single piece of clothes.

He turned his head and looked again, and the face of the person in the shadow appeared.

Ye Gucheng glanced at him expressionlessly, and then turned around without any expression.

He lost momentum, touched the two beards on his mouth, and smiled awkwardly, "...Everyone, everyone is here."

Hua Manlou smiled slowly, "It seems that it is not bad for you to continue staying here."

Lu Xiaofeng assured that Hua Manlou would never smile like this normally. "No, I like your Hualou more."

Hua Manlou still smiled, "Although I am a friend who is good at finding people, but..."

Lu Xiaofeng held his hand with "deep affection and loyalty", "I know that I will feel at ease with a friend like you."

Hua Manlou sighed slowly, and his rare temper disappeared, "Pack up."

Although I always thought that Lu Xiaofeng would be lucky under Ximen Chuxue's sword, I was always worried without actually seeing him.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng safe and sound, Hua Manlou was finally relieved.

"You can leave here."

When he met Hua Manlou, he brought such news.

Lu Xiaofeng understood what he meant, so he had completely forgotten the honest monk hiding behind the tree and pretending not to exist.

His eyes fell on Ye Gucheng, but he didn't dare to look at him for some reason, so he had to ask Hua Manlou, "Ximen Chuxue..." dead.

At this time, he suddenly resented his flexible mind. Because he saw Ye Gucheng and heard the news, he almost instantly guessed the whole story.

As expected, Hua Manlou was silent.

After a long time, he slowly said, "Even the fullest moon has a time to fall."

Lu Xiaofeng was silent too.

The forest suddenly became quiet.

Even the surrounding lakes and mountains could not make Lu Xiaofeng feel better.

Hua Manlou told Lu Xiaofeng about the close relationship between Mu Dao Ren and Ghost Villa, and Lu Xiaofeng suddenly realized.

Many things that could not be figured out were also figured out.

Mu Dao Ren was definitely not a dying man, but he was able to enter the villa and seemed to understand it very well.

Then he must have reached some kind of deal with Ghost Villa.

At the beginning, Mu Dao Ren had no choice but to hand over the position of the head to Mei Zhenren. It seems that he still has not given up his ambition for Wudang.

If Hua Manlou had not come here, Lu Xiaofeng would still be thinking hard in this villa and still struggling to take refuge.

Old Knife Holder...

Who else could be such a scheming person who knows Lu Xiaofeng so well, except for his friends?

Or, he is Mu Dao Ren!

However, Lu Xiaofeng had to assume this. He figured out some things, and maybe there was another shocking conspiracy to be revealed in his hands. Lu Xiaofeng's name will spread all over the world again, but even so, his mood did not get better again.

Lu Xiaofeng, he has known Ximen Chuxue for a long time.

But he can't blame Ye Gucheng for this.

This world is like this, bloody and rainy. Today we are familiar with each other, tomorrow we are enemies.

It's not surprising at all.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue are destined to end with the death of one person. This is inevitable.

What's more, Ye Gucheng saved Lu Xiaofeng.

But Lu Xiaofeng still felt bad.

Even when he was hunted by Ximen Chuxue all day, he didn't feel so bad.

In one day, he lost his friend Ximen Chuxue and Mu Dao Ren.

Ximen Chuxue was chasing him, and he was going to die. At that time, he was running through the dark forest, exhausted, hungry, and in pain, which almost killed him.

He finally felt the preciousness of being alive.

But now he is still alive, and Ximen Chuxue is dead.

He now realized that death is not the most terrible thing, but that Boren died because of me.

Many times, after he got into some trouble, many people died.

But these were all recorded in Lu Xiaofeng's name.

It was not Lu Xiaofeng who killed them, but the people in the rivers and lakes looked for Lu Xiaofeng to repay their gratitude and to seek revenge.

For example, Huo Tianqing, Liu Yuhen, Jiang Yufei, and...

For example, Ximen Chuxue.

I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

What can Lu Xiaofeng say about this?

He could only smile bitterly.

The people in the rivers and lakes don't care about the truth. They only know that Lu Xiaofeng was involved.

Lu Xiaofeng was involved in trouble, and people died in the trouble.

This means that Lu Xiaofeng killed another person.

As for who died, who repays the favor, who seeks revenge, they don't care about these.

Lu Xiaofeng has no way to deal with this.

After all, the world of martial arts has always been like this.

When talking about the issue of life and death, everyone always seems a little heavy.

Even the usually talkative Lu Xiaofeng couldn't speak, let alone others.

Jiang Chen didn't want to say much.

And the other few people couldn't comfort him.

Each of them knew Lu Xiaofeng like this, and for Lu Xiaofeng at this time, any comfort was pale and powerless.

After all, the death of a friend would make him uncomfortable for a while. What's more, the other party was Ximen Chuxue who had chased him before, and Lu Xiaofeng's heart was probably mixed.

Only those who have experienced it can truly understand this kind of mood. Others' words are always so bland and simply add to the sadness.

For a long time, the corridor was filled with flowers, "No one understands his mood better than you."

Yes, the mood of that unparalleled swordsman.

Didn’t you already know this a long time ago?

No matter Ximen Chuixue or Ye Gucheng, they are both people who are willing to give up everything for the sword.

So he should be happy with Ximen Chuixue like that.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly laughed, very heartily, "Let's go! Let's go have a drink! Finally we don't have to hide in the forest and run for our lives!"

Jiang Chen glanced over and said nothing.

Everyone sighed in their hearts.

He hugged Sikong Zhaixing and said, "Monkey spirit! Let's go! We won't come back until we get drunk!"

Sikong Zhaixing tugged on his sleeves, rarely teasing him in person, and said seriously, "You seem to be drunk before you drink."

Jiang Chen didn't move much.

The corridor was filled with flowers, "City Lord, let's go together."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the sword, "It's time for me to go back."

"No! The city lord saved my life, how can I be without a benefactor here?" Lu Xiaofeng suddenly said.

"You have always been sentimental." Jiang Chen said.

Hua Manlou smiled slightly. Speaking of being sentimental, Lu Xiaofeng does have some. For example, when he meets a good-looking girl who ignores him, he will always wonder why his four elegant eyebrows cannot catch her eyes.

Huamanlou has known him for many years, but has never noticed this. When Ye Gucheng mentioned it today, he felt that it was true. Sure enough, even though they had only met a few times, Ye Gucheng knew Lu Xiaofeng very well, just like Lu Xiaofeng knew him as a swordsman.

Jiang Chen added, "He asked me out once, and I asked him out once. That's how it should be."

Lu Xiaofeng touched her nose and said, OK. You are a benefactor and you are justified.

However, what does it mean that he has always been pretentious? Let Lu Xiaofeng's name go out, and all kinds of admirers, from an eighty-year-old woman to a ten-year-old girl, can circle the city three times. Do you need to make love yourself?

The corridor was full of flowers, "How are you these days?"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I have wine, meat and beauties, what do you think of me?"

"That's it. You are safe and sound, so we can feel relieved."

Jiang Chen suddenly said, "What are your plans for her?" Before he finished speaking, the sword was already inserted into the tree trunk.

The honest monk broke into a cold sweat. The sword grazed his throat, and he almost thought Ye Gucheng wanted his life.

As a result, I heard two soft dings.

Two hidden weapons fell to the ground.

The one who took action was a weak and beautiful girl.

But her eyes were like a cheetah's.

She was standing behind the trees, wearing a man's clothes.

It's Lu Xiaofeng's clothes.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, "What are you doing!"

Tears quickly filled Ye Xue's eyes, she was weak and aggrieved. When a strong person sheds tears suddenly, it is bound to be shocking.

At least Lu Xiaofeng was a little panicked, "You..."

Ye Xue said, "I will always have only one man." She looked deeply at Lu Xiaofeng, her eyes filled with unexplainable affection, but when she saw the honest monk, she turned ruthless, "So, everyone else must die." !”

The honest monk panicked, and quickly pulled out the sword from the tree and handed it to Jiang Chen. He stood behind him and said repeatedly, "Amitabha, sin, sin, sin. The monk didn't see anything. The monk was just passing by. "

When mentioning this matter, Lu Xiaofeng was embarrassed for a moment, "This... is just a coincidence."

Ye Xue snorted.

Lu Xiaofeng said, "I'm leaving."

Ye Xuedao, "...I know."

"Are you leaving?"

"I won't leave my dad."

"You're just going to stay here?"

"I'll stay here."

Lu Xiaofeng thought of the shadow she saw in the swamp, and Ye Xue mistakenly thought that her father was dead. She moved her lips but swallowed the words on her lips.

For Lu Xiaofeng, at least, the beauties can't stop him.

Even if he was actually tired.

However, many, many things are waiting for him to solve.

Lu Xiaofeng is a prodigal son and it is really difficult for him to settle down. Even a beautiful girl is waiting for him.

Lu Xiaofeng has already thought about the handover of Wudang leader on April 12th.

Lao Daobaozi pays too much attention to Wudang, and there is also Mu Taoren, who has an unknown relationship. There must be some conspiracy waiting for him there.

So Lu Xiaofeng had to go out.

He went to Wudang to look for trouble.

Jiang Chen accepted Huamanlou's invitation and stayed at his small building for two days.

After running around for a long time, I finally felt calmer.

It has been spread that Ximen Chuixue is dead.

In this world, the winner lives and the loser dies. In front of the victory and the negative side of worldly affairs, life and death are just inevitable cause and effect.

Life and death, except for a very few existences, are inevitable for all living beings.

On this day, he stopped writing.

Draw many lifelike eyes. Next to it is a long sword that is as bright as new.

Many eyes, but only the left half.

Jiang Chen hasn't been like this for a long time. When he painted such a picture, he must have been in a very bad mood.

Huamanlou walked in.

Some light came into the hut surrounded by flowers and vines.

The dozens of eyes in the painting are lifelike, but because they are so lifelike, it makes people's hair stand on end for a while.

But the flowers on the floor are invisible. He could only feel the suppressed anger of the person opposite.

“There are many ways to calm down.” No need to lock yourself in your room.

"I have chosen the one that causes the least harm."

"It is the one that causes the least harm to others."

"You are too nosy."

"As a friend of Lu Xiaofeng, how can you not be aware of nosy at any time?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"Before you draw your sword, you will never ask your opponent if he is afraid." If you ask if he is afraid, you will not draw your sword. Hua Manlou is very sure of what he said. This is the feeling he gave Hua Manlou.

Jiang Chen finally fell silent.

Hua Manlou's eyes fell on the table. He reached out and touched it. He felt a little surprised and touched another piece. "Is this, eyes?"

The ink here is specially made for Hua Manlou. It is different from ordinary ink on paper. It is not difficult to touch. Hua Manlou quickly recognized the things in the painting.

"What can I do by drawing some eyes?"

Jiang Chen put down his pen, "To monitor myself and not do things I shouldn't do."

"Maybe for me, it can let more beings see the flowers in my small building?" Hua Manlou smiled, "After all, these may be very bright eyes."

"No matter how good a painting is, it's just a dead thing."

"You said it can monitor you. In this case, why can't it watch these flowers for me..."

"..."

"I can't argue with you."

"You just don't want to answer anymore."

"Not bad." Jiang Chen suddenly said.

Hua Manlou smiled, he took a knife to trim the branches, "Many beautiful things need to be paid more attention. Don't care too much about the past. What is gone is gone, what is lost is lost, cherish the present, cherish what you have, this is why we exist. Darkness has been experienced, dawn is always waiting ahead."

"You are really broad-minded."

"So the suffering will flow away from the heart, and it can't be retained." Hua Manlou approached the vase, cut a few more knives, and smiled, "It's not good to keep the extra branches."