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Sect Master Chuixing was originally Feng Baoyi's powerful ally, and was regarded by him as a powerful weapon to restrain Wen Heng. Unexpectedly, when the real Fang Wu Jiu shot, Fang Chun died so neatly that Feng Baoyi didn't have time to save him. The last time he was rescued, he had completely lost his breath.
As soon as Fang Chun died, the alliance between Chuixingzong and Neiwei naturally collapsed, but Wen Heng and Su Youfeng joined forces, and the pressure on Feng Baoyi increased sharply. His sleeves were bulging, and while withstood the overwhelming offensive, he secretly said in his heart: "This little thief has come prepared, and he can't fight hard tonight, so he must find a way to get out as soon as possible."
He calculated Fang Ding in his heart, suddenly jumped back, raised his voice and said to Wen Heng: "Prince! You are from a noble family, are you willing to break with the royal family like this and sink into the arena for the rest of your life?"
"Oh?" Wen Heng pointed his long sword diagonally at the acupoint on his chest, but he really stopped fighting, "What advice does Mr. Feng have?"
Feng Baoyi stretched a clear line from his cheeks to his chin. With his back to the moon, half of his body was in the shadows. Only a pair of eyes were shrewd and intimidating: "I can help you."
"Your Majesty is seriously ill, the crown prince has not yet returned to the dynasty, you are famous in the martial arts, and you are naturally more supported by them than the emperor who does not know your roots. Now is the best time. The old case of King Qing, or the peace of the world in the future, it's all between you turning your hands over and over-"
Wen Heng laughed when he heard half of it: "The former and the latter are respectful, nothing is more like this. If you want to save your life and beg for mercy, you don't need to be so troublesome. I have a few questions, please ask Mr. Feng to explain my confusion. It's not that I can't let you live."
Feng Baodao: "What do you want to ask?"
Wen Heng said: "I ask why you are looking for the three ancient swords, why you hate the martial arts in the Central Plains, and why you escaped from the Kunlun Buxu Palace."
Feng Baoyi shook his head and sighed: "Sir, you have already determined in your heart what kind of person this old man is. No matter how much I explain it, it will be useless."
Wen Heng said, "I would like to hear the details."
Su Youfeng saw that the two were about to chat. He knew that Feng Baoyi was good at deceiving people with words. He was afraid that Wen Heng would really persuade him, so he hurriedly said, "Apprentice—"
Wen Heng waved his hand and made a downward gesture to signal him not to interrupt. As soon as Feng Bao saw that the situation was right, he immediately saw the needle and said: "The prince should know that the sects in the martial arts are complicated, the trees are big and the roots are deep, and the sects are often entrenched in one place. , to gather small sects, they are very powerful, and even the government depends on their faces and actions, what’s more, even the imperial court does not take it seriously. If such a sore carbuncle is not removed as soon as possible, it will definitely lead to a serious problem in the future.”
"Do you think that Your Majesty will be criticized for not knowing that dealing with the martial arts in the Central Plains will cause you big troubles? But if you don't get rid of these arrogant powers who use force to violate the ban, they will arbitrarily exploit and oppress the people of Limin, who should you turn to? Make sense?"
Wen Heng said thoughtfully: "In this way, you escaped from Kunlun Buxu Palace with ambitions and decided to go out to settle disputes in the world; you are looking for three ancient swords to piece together a prescription for the world and the people? It's as heinous as you keep saying, then what you've done over the years can really be considered a great achievement."
Su Youfeng was on the verge of dying, and wished he could slap Wen Heng to wake him up, so as not to be dazed by Feng Baoyi's rhetoric. Hearing that his fingers hadn't moved, he heard Wen Heng continue: "But Master Feng, since there is no good thing in the Central Plains martial arts, why did you keep the Chu Family Sword Sect and Chuixing Sect? , you're going to go to Wucunjing, not to hurt innocent good people?"
"Or, what you say is fairness and justice, but what you do is that those who obey you will prosper and those who oppose you will perish. With the hands of the Chu Family Sword Sect and the Chuixing Sect, you will kill some people who are not convenient for you to kill yourself. Putting it down to five, all these turmoil and turmoil are blamed on the cannibalism of the Central Plains martial arts?"
Feng Baoyi seemed to have been stabbed in the sore spot by him, his brows furrowed tightly, and he replied in a deep voice, "No such intention—"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and hundreds of silver needles shot out from his sleeves, stabbing Su Youfeng and Wen Heng like a sudden rainstorm. Wen Heng's long sword turned and swept away, only to see Feng Baoyi's toes a little, his arms spread out like a falcon's wings, swept back quickly, and in the blink of an eye he had retreated a few feet away!
Su You shouted loudly: "Mother, this old dog is going to run!"
All the people who were startled by his loud scolding raised their swords at the same time and rushed after them. In the chaos, a soldier in the contingent of the forbidden army who was always on standby did not know whether he was distracted or frightened, but he failed to hold the bowstring, and an eagle-feather arrow flew out of his hand, coincidentally heading towards Feng. Holding the direction of escape, he slammed into his heart with a swoosh.
This sudden cold arrow was beyond his expectations, Feng Baoyi was blocked from castration, and immediately hit the feather arrow with his sleeves. This action made his figure inevitably stagnate in the air for a while, but in the extremely small pause that was almost imperceptible to others, the moonlight and the cold light suddenly flickered alternately, and the air seemed to freeze slowly, and then it was blocked by the external force. It was torn apart and shattered, and a green light smashed to the west, moving like a wind and thunder, and passed through the chest with a "swoosh"!
Wen Heng's sword arrived.
Feng Baoyi stopped.
His eyes widened, his expression seemed incredulous, mixed with anger and resentment. After a short while, Feng Bao roared suddenly, his whole body was full of energy, his white hair flew around, like a wounded beast, his palms came out, and he rushed towards Wen Heng fiercely.
Even with his last breath, he wanted to kill Wen Heng in the palm of his hand!
Su Youfeng shouted "Be careful!", the palm wind swirled, and Feng hugged a chest in the middle, knocking him out with a "bang". The long sword came out of his body, the wound was unblocked, and blood was flowing. Feng Baoyi fell on his back on the roof tile, and he still refused to stop and died. He trembled to save himself, trying to seal the acupoint in his chest to stop the bleeding, but he was injured. It was too heavy, and his hands were no longer obeying commands. Xue Qinglan's broken water had not yet been sheathed, and the tip of the knife gently parted on his wrist, breaking the tendons of both hands, and warned coldly, "Be honest."
Wen Jiu came over to check the situation, reached out and clicked on Feng Bao's acupoints or two, turned to Wen Heng and said, "Sir, this person is insidious and cunning, you mustn't stay, you should ask him what you want to ask while he's still breathing. "
Wen Heng shook his head and gave in. Su Youfeng walked closer, looked down at Feng Baoyi's gray face, and said in a low voice, "You..." He had been accumulating anger and sarcasm for decades in his belly, and he planned to scold Feng Baoyi like a dog. , but seeing Feng Baoyi's end at this moment, but for some reason, he was suddenly filled with anger and could not utter a word.
Feng Baoyi's throat was ho-ho, breathing hard, and he actually smiled at Su Youfeng twice, and said weakly: "The sword... is fake... There is nothing, either Fang Wu Jiu or Chu Songzheng, And I... have been deceived..."
Su Youfeng couldn't help but ask, "What is a fake sword, and what is being deceived? What exactly are you looking for?"
Feng Bao fixedly stared at him, his eyes gradually turned from deep to scattered, like two bottomless wells, Su Youfeng was almost intimidated at first, until a wisp of night wind blew into his neck, and he was relieved. With a slight tremor, he suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that Feng Baoyi was about to die.
"you-"
"I betrayed Buxu Palace, and in the end, I still died in the hands of Buxu Palace people... It can be seen that things are fixed, and manpower cannot defeat the sky..."
His muttering to himself gradually decreased, and he finally stopped hearing it.
"The destiny is hard to break..."
The sparse night sky and crescent moon above his head fell into his dilated pupils. The moon in the capital is always high and far away, not as big and translucent as Kunlun Mountain, as if it is always hanging within reach. For a long time in his life, he stared at the jade plate-like moon and the dazzling Milky Way every night in a daze, thinking about what the world looks like under the misty clouds and mist.
Buxu Palace is located on the top of Kunlun Mountain, which is covered with snow all year round. Feng Baoyi has never set foot on the mountain until he is twenty-seven years old. He was brought up by the Danyuan master of Buxu Palace himself, taught martial arts, and inherited the mantle of his master.
It sounds like a majestic position, but in fact it is just looking at a room of books.
Feng Baoyi sometimes thinks Buxu Palace is very strange. They obviously have countless martial arts secrets and unparalleled martial arts skills, but they never want to join the WTO. Paper, so that generation after generation silently turned to withered on the snow-capped mountains. Before he could stand, he could clearly see what the rest of his life would be like.
Feng Baoyi was grateful for the kindness of Buxu Palace for his upbringing, but gradually realized that he was not the kind of person that Buxu Palace expected. The promise that I remember will be spent in the sky above the snow-capped mountains for a lifetime.
Finally, one day, without warning, Feng Baoyi stole several precious martial arts books from the Danyuan Building, defected from the Buxu Palace, and completely abandoned the place where he had lived for nearly thirty years.
Buxu Palace sent a dozen people led by Su Youfeng to arrest him. This battle was the closest Feng Baoyi was to death, but fortunately this time God's Will stood behind him, he alone picked a dozen experts from Buxu Palace, broke Su Youfeng's arm, and successfully escaped from the pursuit; unfortunately The only thing is that he himself was seriously injured, and he almost lost all his internal strength.
The northern foot of Boshan is the boundary of the Boshan faction. At that time, two swordsmen happened to pass by here. Hearing Feng Baoyi's request for help, he hesitated for a moment and rescued him.
After all, Feng Baoyi was the first to come out of the mountain, and even if he was shrewd, he was not a match for Lake Hu. When the two of them saw the blood-soaked appearance of his body, they knew that he had been chased and killed all the way by the enemy. Feng Bao was caught out with a few words. When he was asleep that night, the two swordsmen pierced his chest with a sword, stole several secrets from his arms, and then threw him to the mountain stream. , taking advantage of the darkness of the night and no one knows, and escaped without knowing it.
This time, the real life is hanging by a thread, but Feng Baoyi's life is unusually hard. Although he was pierced by a sword, he miraculously did not hurt the real vital point. One of the hunters found and rescued his home.
Before he went down the mountain, he was full of yearning for the rivers and lakes, but when he really saw the dangers of the rivers and lakes, Feng Baoyi realized that he thought of the "human world" too simply. This time, he had a long memory and did not rashly reveal his true origin. He cautiously raised the wounds in the hunter's house for three months, and killed all the houses in the village when he left, and then razed the entire village to the ground. white ground.
Feng Baoyi traveled eastward along Boshan Road all the way, keeping an eye out for not being discovered by Buxu Palace's pursuers. Unexpectedly, fate can sometimes be unstoppable. One day, when he was sheltering from the rain in the pavilion by the roadside, he unexpectedly met the two swordsmen who murdered and overcame goods.
Naturally, these two were not Feng Baoyi's opponents in their heyday, but neither of them were unknown people, but disciples of the Boshan faction.
The century-old Boshan faction is almost a local emperor in Boshan. Feng Baoyi killed two of their disciples on their territory. This move was tantamount to provocation and seriously angered the Boshan faction. Before he even walked out of the Boshan area, he was besieged and hunted by an airtight siege. With only one person's strength, no matter how horizontal it is, it can't cross a sect. Feng Baoyi can only run away desperately, dying countless times along the way, and finally came to Tianshou. It happened that the late emperor was spending the summer in the palace. Feng Baoyi hid in the mountains and forests, and heard the assassin's plot clearly. He suddenly realized that this was a perfect opportunity, so he stepped forward like a magic weapon and rescued the saint. Driving, and thus seized the starting point of his life's power and glory.
The days of escape completely disappointed him, and he finally woke up. Feng Baoyi knew that the late emperor was also worried about these uncontrolled martial arts sects, and he just happened to take the opportunity to share the worries for the king to eliminate these gold and jade in one fell swoop. Disappointed among the famous and decent.
The sage Baoyi is the world, and God destined him Feng Baoyi to take the Central Plains martial arts into the palm of his hand and recast a river and lake that best suits his heart.
His master once mentioned that when the three sects closed the mountain and left, each left an epee in the underground palace, which is a very important treasure. The essence of it. For Feng Baoyi to reorganize the inner guard and deal with those sects with deep roots, peerless magic is essential. However, he always suspected that Su Youfeng was secretly watching his every move somewhere, so it was inconvenient for him to come forward personally. He could only persuade the late emperor to send a confidant to try to sneak into each faction to find the three heavy swords.
The fates of Wen Kezhen, Su Youfeng, Feng Baoyi, and even Wen Heng decades later, as well as many others, converged, entangled and stretched at this moment, and finally weaved the ending of today.
Good fortune is unpredictable, and God’s will is hard to defy, but who can say that in these mighty years, there is no possibility of turning the world around due to a single thought
At some point, all fighting stopped. Silence hung over the courtyard like a heavy bronze bell. Thousands of people stood there silently. Until the door of the palace made a dull and long "squeak" sound, a blue-clothed waiter walked out of the door lightly, shrugged his head and shoulders and stood under the eaves, and sang in a long tone: "Who is making noise late at night?"
Wen Heng and Wen Jiu looked at each other, Wen Jiu flew off the eaves, landed in the courtyard, and said calmly, "Report to Your Majesty, rebelled against the party, and the leader of the thief Feng Baoyi has already been executed."
The maid nodded at him, turned back into the hall, and went out again after a while, saying in a low voice, "Your Majesty's decree, Prince Xuanqing will see you—"
The wind suddenly picked up, Wen Jiu raised his head suddenly, but he saw that Wen Heng had taken Xue Qinglan's hand and both floated away, followed by the rest of Su Youfeng, Fan Yang, Liao Changxing and others.
A group of martial arts masters came and went like the wind, and they all disappeared at the end of the crimson palace wall in a blink of an eye.