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"Palace Master Lu, did he go to the distant mountain range?" When he was almost in front of Lu Yuhan, he stopped and took another step forward, "Why don't I know that?"

Lu Yuhan put down the pen in his hand. "I don't know either. It was only two hours ago that I found out where he went."

"How dare he lead Candle Lash and Wu Gou into a fight? Will you not know about it?" Forgotten asked incredulously.

Lu Chuhan replied, "He has a personal grudge with the Supreme Mystery Scripture, and Candle and Wu Gou are fated enemies. But what's the relationship between Wu Gou and me? Besides, didn't he send me a letter to let me know? " He took a piece of cloth from the side and handed it to him, indicating that he should take a look.

Upon seeing it, his eyes turned slightly cold. "The Supreme Mystery Scripture is extremely scheming. You can't be more careful with your conduct. How did Candle know of his whereabouts? What's more, this Candle, has sent so many assassins just to kill one of the Supreme Mystery Scriptures? "

Lu Chu Han laughed, "Wu Gou's strength, how can he be compared with Candle? The left side only had a tiger and leopard watching from the side. Candle didn't dare to move recklessly. If it were me, I would have taken the opportunity to weaken Wu Gou. "

Wu Gou Nian was puzzled: "After all, he has a deep background, and he cannot swallow it in a short period of time. To act rashly would inevitably result in both sides being injured, giving the poison wine an opportunity to take advantage of it. Now that the two sides are at loggerheads, the poison wine will not take advantage of the situation and enter the city. "

"Can Wu Gou still be considered as Wu Gou without Wu Gou?" Lu Chuhan sneered, "Lord Wu Gou is dead. The current Wu Gou Kong is tangible without a soul. He is completely reliant on the Supreme Mystery Scripture to hold his breath. Candle the poison wine, sooner or later the two sides will fight. Wu Gou and Zhu Yi are mortal enemies, and there is no dispute over the poison wine. "

Hearing up to this point, Forgotten Scripture Nian was clear: "Candle had to destroy Wu Gou because of the alliance of Wu Gou and the wine, and Candle had to suffer a crushing defeat?"

Lu Chuhan sucked in the ink and scribbled something on the paper, "It's just a guess from us onlookers, who can say for sure? Yan Bugui may be very different from what you and I have seen or thought. "

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "I'll go take a look."

Lu Chuhan looked up at him, not at all surprised. "Go ahead." Maybe there are a lot of things that you won't understand after you go there. "

The young man clasped his hands together and said, "Goodbye."

Lu Yuhan smiled, watching him leave. His eyes fell back on the paper and his last stroke.

There were only eight words written on a piece of paper: "Exhausted and exhausted."

"Wu Gou's future is uncertain, my respected teacher is buried in the ground; when the world changes color, I will use my chess piece." Lu Chuhan mumbled in a low voice, looking at the shadow of the candle and smiled. "What a good show."

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Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, causing a large amount of snow to fly into the air before stopping a moment later.

"What a great battle array."

Wen Wan slowly poured the cold wine on the ground, slowly stood up, bent over and brushed off the dirt on his clothes, "I'm paying my respects to Master, can't you see?"

The hundred black-clothed men blocked the mountain path so that not even a drop of water could leak out. In their emotionless eyes, the word "die" was clearly written. Wen Wan stood leisurely in the gaze of the hundred pairs of eyes, without even the slightest bit of nervousness.

Sickly Wind raised his eyebrows, "Aren't we waiting for you to finish your sacrifice before coming out? You've already drunk the wine and eaten the meat, are you still not satisfied? "

Wen Wan smiled. "Every year, I come to see if Master is still sleeping or not, so I can be at ease. Actually, I am very grateful to you all for coming out at this time, and letting Master finish all of this wine and meat. "

Sick Wind supported Liu Qingmei with his eyebrows: "When did you discover us?"

Wen Wan looked around, "Probably starting from the mountain pass. I feel that there are people in the distance, but only a few. In this type of desolate mountain range, even a wild beast would be rare, let alone a human. "

"You're not afraid?"

The person who asked the question was completely wrapped in black clothes. Even his face was covered by layers of black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes. He stood in the middle of Liu and Yan's group, half a step behind them. There was not a single flaw on his body.

Wen Wan couldn't help but laugh out loud as if he had heard something funny. "Afraid? Why should I be afraid? Do you think you can keep me here? "

Yan Bugui asked with a faint smile, "Do you think you can't keep it?"

Wen Wan looked at him, his lips slightly raised, his eyes cold and somewhat chilly. "What a joke. Back then, when I was standing in the blood sea of the Crippling Feather Sect, I didn't see anything. I learned from the sea of flames that my master wasn't seeing anything, and I buried my master here with my fellow sect disciples. You watched from afar with your candles, and you didn't see anything. "

He looked over all the familiar faces one by one. "Even if I were to die here today, it would be in front of my master's spirit and the hundred disciples of the Crippling Feather Sect. I will sacrifice one hundred of your lives to pay tribute to the hundred disciples of the Crippling Feather Sect who have died in vain. I can openly keep my life by Master's side and tell Master, that I, Xia Chan, will live for another ten years in order to erase the shame of having lost my feather.

He slightly raised his eyebrows at the last few words, revealing an unparalleled arrogance and a cold sneer. It was clearly an extremely ordinary appearance, but everyone saw the burning Xia Chan from back then, the Xia Chan that no one dared to look directly at and could not tear their eyes away.

Even after seeing him kneel down in front of Xia Ruyu's soul, she did not fully trust his identity. However, the instant they raised their eyebrows, the trembling that filled their hearts because of their memories, was a clear indication of the identity of the person in front of them.

This sort of gaze and expression had not changed in more than ten years. Such a person was enough to make even his mortal enemies change their expressions.

The gaze that was long enough to almost be forgotten aroused the deepest hatred and pain in his heart. Yan Bugui's face slightly changed, and the fierceness in his eyes slowly deepened.

After a brief sneer, Wen Wan retracted his emotions and looked at the sky full of snow. His lips curved into a gentle smile: "Look, it's snowing." If I, Xia Chan, were to die in the deep winter, what regrets would I have in my life? What regret would there be in his life if he could leave his soul in front of his master's spirit? "If I can make Candle Hate me to this point, if I can let myself go to the underworld and live up to the shame of those old friends of mine who died such miserable deaths, what regret would I have in my life?"

The man in black looked at him for a long time. The man in black was slightly moved. "Are you really not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid." Wen Wan pointed at the stone tablet behind him, "So you won't die just because you're scary?" Even though I am thousands of miles away, I am not willing to kneel down in shame in order to live my life. Now that I am in front of Master, how can I dare to let you down? "

He paused for a second: "Don't forget, Nan Tang, I am also a killer. Assassins were not afraid of death, and they would not sell their masters for glory. He would not wait for death, much less live on his knees. If I lose my life here today, you just have to bring my head back to claim credit and chop my body into pieces to feed to the pigs and dogs. But please dig out my eyes and hang them on the mountain to the east. "

The man in black was startled. "Why?"

Wen Wan laughed lightly, laughing leisurely: "In ancient times, Wu Zixu's eyes only hung on the gate of the east city to see how the Wu Country was destroyed. As for me, I want to see me die, but do you have any disciples from the Crippling Feather Sect who would secretly live while kneeling — I want to remember him and then wait for him in the Dark Underworld to see how he will face his former peers. "

He looked at the Southern Hall, his gaze seemingly inadvertently falling on Yan Bugui's face. His smile could not be more gentle: "I want to make sure that his soul does not enter the underworld, and will never be reincarnated. For this reason, I am willing to die with him. "

Before his respected master, he made this vow. Even though he laughed lightly, no one could not hear the words he spoke.

Yan Bugui's fingers, hidden in his sleeve, fiercely shrank, and his fingernails pierced the palm of his hand. In the end, he turned his head and avoided Wen Wan's gaze.

South Tang stayed silent for a very long time, then nodded. "Fine, I agree."

Wen Wan cupped his fist and bowed deeply. "Many thanks."

"I say, it's Xia Chan." The sickly wind supported Liu Qin's arms over his chest, and continued to speak when he saw him looking at him. "Back then, I really admired you, admired you many times."

Wen Wan answered truthfully, "But I don't have a deep impression of you."

Sickly Wind smiled and said, "That's normal too. After all, that overweeningly arrogant Xia Chan doesn't have a person like me in her eyes. Furthermore, at that time, I was not some Western Tang. "

Wen Wan smiled. "You are an ordinary assassin standing next to Hall Master Candle Wen. When I was carrying my master away, you called me 'Xia Chan'."

"I've heard that 'Xia Chan, Yu Bing', has a photographic memory and knows of all martial arts in the world. I've seen it today.

Wen Wan smiled and shook his head, "It's just that at that time, no one in the Crippling Feather Sect will ever call my name again. Master was behind me, and for a split-second, I thought it was Master calling me. I thought... In truth, that searing bloody fire was just a dream. When he turned his head, all he saw was his Master, and you.

The sickly wind helped Liu Yi keep silent, giving him the only regret he had. "To be able to make Young Hero Xia remember that, it was a pleasant surprise."

Wen Wan looked down at the snow at his feet for a while, and then suddenly sighed, "The first time I saw you, I lost the person I was most grateful to in my life. Ever since Dongtang died, this should be the first time you've seen my real face, right? "

Sick Wind helped Liu Xin shrug, "Every time I see you, your looks are always different. Which one is the real one?"

"Only Xia Chan's face is his original appearance." Wen Wan casually pulled at his face, then threw up his hands. "Now, I don't know which one is the real one."

Sick Wind helped Liu Ming feel quite regretful this time. "What a pity for such a handsome face."

Wen Wan chuckled: "If great hatred is avenged, what is so unfortunate about a face?"

Seeing Sick Wind support Liu Ming's gaze fell on the grave behind him, his expression momentarily became speechless: "Candle Slug Hall owes me more than just a hundred lives."

And the bamboo forest stained with Wu Gou's blood, someone promised my future.

Perhaps because she had read what he had not said, the ill wind caused Liu Ming to be speechless for a while. The Southern Tang and Yan Bugui also had nothing to say, so they only silently placed their hands on their weapons.

They were only facing one person, but in front of Wen Wan's gentle smile, they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

They had been enemies for ten years. They knew very well what kind of existence this person was.

This was a person who had been put to death, but was still able to escape unscathed. This was a person who could be ruthless to himself. He was a man who knew that death was inevitable, yet was still able to look down on others coldly.

In front of him, no one could be sure of the final outcome.