C221 Fame

Mrs Ma seemed to have seen through Xiao Nanfeng's thoughts as she wiped the table. She sighed and said, "When we were young, we also had a lot of things to do. But we were timid and did not have much ability. So, we were stuck here for the rest of our lives. Feng! You are different. You are from the outside world. Don't stay behind because of us. "

Xiao Nanfeng hesitated and shook his head. "I am not leaving. This is my home. I cannot leave! " Old Ma's tears had already fallen. He quickly wiped them away. He looked at Xiao Nanfeng and smiled. "Silly child, I don't care if you leave or not. This is your home, your home. Of course, you can leave whenever you want. When you want to come back, You can also come back at any time! "

Xiao Nanfeng didn't answer. He did not know how to thank these two old men. He decided to take good care of them with his life. He didn't have parents. So, they were his parents, and he had to take good care of them.

The next day, Old Ma still brought him out early in the morning. Mrs Ma happily got up and prepared a delicious breakfast for the two of them. When the first ray of sunlight shone on Old Ma's stove in the morning, the fragrant rice porridge could already be boiled, but today the rice porridge had another color.

Blood, bright red blood. The porridge was snow white, but the blood was bright red. The bright red blood was like the snow in winter, dyeing the white porridge in the pot red.

A person fell beside the stove. It was Mrs Ma. Mrs Ma's neck was cut off by a machete. It could be seen that she did not experience much pain before she died. She was killed by an extremely powerful expert with a single slash.

"Smoking a pipe to transport gold, how much trouble do you have? The eldest daughter of the family sent her out, so she came back tonight to give her a kiss. . . "

Old Ma and Xiao Nanfeng pushed their own manure trucks and returned home while singing a little tune.

" Old woman, quickly serve us a bowl of porridge! " Old Ma still called Mrs Ma affectionately as usual, but today it was different from any other time when he came back from work. Today, Mrs Ma did not come out and there was no fragrant rice porridge.

Old Ma shouted twice and scolded, "What's wrong with this old hag today? Don't tell me she is sleeping in secret!" However, he was already a little worried in his heart. After living together for dozens of years, Old Ma would never believe that his wife would ignore him because she wanted to sleep more.

The moment Xiao Nanfeng sat down, he smelled a scent, a very familiar scent, and a scent of fresh blood. His many years of experience as a swordsman told him that someone had died here.

Old Ma had already pushed open the kitchen door. The scene in front of him stunned him for a long time. His wife, who had lived with him for his entire life, fell into a pool of blood. A long and slender cut appeared on her neck with a knife. Fresh blood mixed with sweat kept flowing out. Like a bright red ribbon, it flowed all over the floor. It fell all the way to Old Ma's feet.

Xiao Nanfeng flew forward. By the time he arrived, Old Ma had already fainted. He really couldn't bear such a blow. When Xiao Nanfeng saw Mrs Ma's miserable condition, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch. They were all simple and kind people. Why did the devil bring misfortune to them?

Just as he was lamenting about his life, a shining blade light descended from the sky. The dust that fell from the roof instantly turned into thousands of blade light, rushing towards Xiao Nanfeng. Xiao Nanfeng suddenly turned his body. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that person in a water tank in the kitchen. He then picked up a kitchen knife that Mrs Ma often used. He rushed over.

The sharp blade was like the wind, and his body moved quickly. Within three moves, the man was forced out of the kitchen. He was a masked man in black, but he claimed to be from the Murong family, and he was here to seek revenge.

Xiao Nanfeng suddenly thought of old mister Murong Ying, who had died that day. He also thought of Mrs. Murong, who had let him go. He knew there must be something strange about it. Besides, this man's moves were strange, feminine and strange. It was definitely not the purest Yang blade technique of the Murong family.

"Who the hell are you?!" Xiao Nanfeng's voice suddenly became cold and lethal.

"Haha, could you really be the Cangsong Blade Master of the past? I think you are just a butcher!" The man in black looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and laughed involuntarily.

Laughter. The man in black laughed wildly. Tears filled Xiao Nanfeng's eyes. He couldn't believe that this man would laugh so arrogantly even after killing the person he loved the most. He knew that he was going to pick up the knife from the ground today.

With a clang, no one saw how Xiao Nanfeng drew the knife. The man in black's knife had a hole in it, and he was already half-kneeling on the ground.

Xiao Nanfeng roared furiously. "Who the hell are you?!"

The man struggled to hold the knife with both hands. He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it! Who cares who I am! As long as I defeat you, I will be the first saber strike of the Gusu!"

Tears of pain rolled down from the corner of Xiao Nanfeng's eyes. With a ding, it fell on the kitchen knife in his hand. Under the reflection of the sunlight, Xiao Nanfeng saw the dead Mrs Ma in the tear, the woman who looked like her Ladyship.

All of a sudden, That person took advantage of the moment when Xiao Nanfeng was sad and took three steps back. He immediately rushed forward and slashed down with his knife. The corner of his mouth seemed to be showing that he was going to win, but the knife was suspended in the air and Xiao Nanfeng was gone.

The divine blade was no longer there, but the blade in his heart had once again appeared in his heart. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky. It was not the rain, but the saber light. The blade light from the kitchen knife in Xiao Nanfeng's hand. It was such a short and delicate kitchen knife. It had accompanied Mrs Ma for many years. The weathering of time had made it variegated, but it could not hide its tough personality.

The man in black did not react in time. This lightning-like knife light had already pierced through his entire body. When he fell, he did not see a single drop of blood seeping out.

Xiao Nanfeng stood in the wind. The cool breeze blew against his ungentle expression, but it could not relieve the worry in his heart at this moment. It was very obvious. The misfortune of Old Ma's family was brought by him. If it wasn't for him, they would still be able to live a peaceful and happy life! But there was no 'if'.

Once something happened, it would be irreversible. Just like the current Old Ma, from his frightened eyes, it could be seen that he was afraid. Not only was he afraid of the pain of losing his wife, but he was also afraid of Xiao Nanfeng, who was holding the knife. The moment he woke up, he suddenly saw Xiao Nanfeng falling from the sky like a devil, cutting the man in half.

Any ordinary person who saw this scene would be stunned for a few seconds, but Old Ma curled up in the corner like a madman. He did not want Xiao Nanfeng to get closer to him. He felt that Feng had become a devil. He was no different from those devils who had taken away his wife.

Xiao Nanfeng's eyes were red. It was because of Old Ma's kick, and it was also because of the tears that flowed out from the bottom of his heart. Sometimes human tears were blood-red, but you had never seen them before. That was because you had never experienced such a painful experience.

Wails and cries resounded through this small courtyard. Originally, no one wanted to come to this courtyard, but now, it was bustling with people. They were watching the bustle. There was nothing in this world that was more interesting than watching the liveliness.

No one cared if you were hurt or not. As long as it was something that was rarely seen, they were willing to come and take a look. Xiao Nanfeng's eyes were filled with blood. When he turned around, almost everyone was dumbfounded. This wasn't a human face, but a devil with such a terrifying expression.

The timid ones had already left in a hurry. The girls who liked him also ran away quickly.

The man was kneeling on the ground and crying loudly. Old Ma had lost all his strength to cry. He held his wife in his arms and stared blankly. He couldn't believe that all of this was real, but the blood in his hands was flowing out from his wife's neck.

The wind was so cold. Even if there was no wind, it was still cold today. Xiao Nanfeng was cold to the bone. He complained about his incompetence. Not only could he not protect the people around him, but he also made them leave him one by one. It was the same for his grandfather, Nalan Yan, and Mrs Ma.

Men could only grow up after experiencing extreme pain. Xiao Nanfeng seemed to have grown up at that moment. He left Old Ma's home, leaving this place full of memories. Here, he found the hope of life once again. It was also here that the fire of hope was extinguished by people's tears.

He couldn't stay here any longer. He had left the greatest sorrow in the world - the pain of losing the person he loved the most to Old Ma. How could he still have the face to stay by Old Ma's side? Therefore, he chose to leave.

As long as he was there, there would definitely be no peaceful days. Therefore, Xiao Nanfeng chose to leave and go to a place where no one knew him. Only in this way would he not hurt anyone else.

Spring seemed to have come very early this year. The water in the mountains had already been washed away by the freezing cold. They were free and unrestrained. They were like a group of unstoppable children, running towards the place they wanted to go without stopping.

The tender shoots on the dead trees had unknowingly poked their heads out, sucking on the sweet air and enjoying the sunshine and dew of the beautiful world.

A person was walking on a mountain road that was not considered rugged. The mountain wind was blowing. He was wearing thin and tattered clothes. One could vaguely see his strong muscles through the hole. Under the spring sun, he appeared especially tall and straight.

There was nothing else in his hands except a knife and a short and lean kitchen knife. No one could imagine what such a big and rough man would do with a kitchen knife while walking on the mountain road.

His beard had almost covered his entire neck. It was as if Xiao Nanfeng had returned to the age when he was drunk and slutty. But this time, there was no wine pot on his waist. He had already quit drinking.

For someone who loved drinking as much as his life, quit drinking was no different from taking his life. But now he does abstinence. . . Or rather, his past life is already dead.

"Big guy, where are you going?" Behind him was also a poor child. The child was not old, probably around eight or nine years old. Xiao Nanfeng, who was eight or nine years old, was strong enough to face the death of his loved ones, so he did not underestimate this child. "In front. "

"Hey, big guy, slow down. Where is in front?" The child chased for a while before he heard Xiao Nanfeng's answer. He ran even faster excitedly. However, he stepped on a moving stone under his feet. He staggered and half of his body was already hanging by the cliff. Below him was a bottomless abyss.

A huge and powerful hand suddenly supported his waist. In an instant, his entire body fell onto the road, and the owner of the hand fell down.

The child stood by the cliff and cried loudly, just like how Xiao Nanfeng had been powerless when he stood in front of the fire. But the child was lucky. He called Xiao Nanfeng back.

The cliff was very deep, but as a mature saber user, he could not leave his life for such a lifeless cliff. If he wanted to die, he would have to die under the blade of his opponent.

Although the cliff was very deep, there were many vines on the cliff. Xiao Nanfeng lifted the child with his left hand and grabbed the vines on the cliff with his right hand. With a slight leap, he returned to the child's side.

The scared child wiped his tears and snot with a smile. Xiao Nanfeng gently pinched his nose with his big hand and squeezed out the water and snot from his nose. He threw it to the bottom of the cliff and said in a low voice, "Little friend, who are you crying for?"

The child pointed at Xiao Nfeng while sobbing. "You, I thought you were dead!"

Xiao Nanfeng laughed loudly, but his heart felt warm. Finally, someone was willing to cry because of what had happened to him. He had always been a lone wolf, and he had no family. Therefore, no one would pity him no matter whether he slept in the open or struggled to survive. Now, Finally, someone cried for his death.

He was very happy. Whenever he was happy, he wanted to drink. However, he couldn't drink. He promised someone that he would never drink again, so he couldn't drink. That was why they came to a clear stream.

The stream surged. It flowed from a distant mountain peak for thousands of li. The water splashed out, and the sides were covered in lush vegetation. Xiao Nanfeng stuck the kitchen knife into his back and half-knelt beside the stream. He picked up a clear spring and poured it on his face. For a moment, his face, hair, and beard were filled with water. What refreshing water!

He had not washed his face for a whole month! The child happily poured a pool of spring water over to Xiao Nanfeng and said with a smile: "Haha, the big guy is a chicken that has fallen into soup!" Xiao Nanfeng laughed out loud, but he slapped the water with his palm. Water splashed everywhere, and the child was completely drenched.

The child cried loudly. Xiao Nanfeng smiled and hugged him. He used his dry clothes to roughly wipe him. Seeing that he was still crying, he pretended to be angry and lazily said: "Ah, you are allowed to bully me, and I am not allowed to take revenge on you! Stingy! "

The child pointed at him. "The big guy bullied the child. The big guy bullied the child!"