The "Number One Sword in the World" couldn't even control the sword in his own hand. What kind of grievances and hatreds made a peerless swordsman so distraught.
Ye Qingxuan considers himself to be very accurate at seeing people, but in the last fight with Li Muchan, he never saw the slightest flaw, and there was no fluctuation in the opponent's eyes, which was so deep hidden.
And who is the woman who makes this ruthless swordsman lose himself
Zhuo Huifan? That's why she can let Li Muchan be at his mercy like a dog;
Or his own wife, Ning Huiru, who has been locked in an empty boudoir for more than ten years and never sees outsiders
This is a family matter of "One Sword Villa", how can Ye Qingxuan intervene
unless…
Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he got up slowly.
Mei Yinxue raised her eyebrows and asked, "Any idea?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded, and said: "It is more polite for family members to come forward. Let's go to Li Daozong..."
…
After the rain, the sky is clear and the west wind is slightly cool.
Under the purple sunset glow, Yijian Villa looks so beautiful.
Moisture sticks to clothes.
It's rainy in midsummer, and it's the time of year when flowers bloom again.
The crabapple flowers in Yijian Villa bloom extraordinarily brightly in this season, trying to show all their vitality.
The place where the back mountain was listed as a forbidden area has completely become a sea of flowers.
There is a small path in the flower forest, the path is paved with fallen flowers, and a person comes by stepping on the fallen flowers.
The fallen flowers are like a dream, the color has not faded, and the fragrance is still there, but wherever this person walks, the fallen flowers are the same as mud, and the color and fragrance are gone.
What a ruthless person.
The visitor looked to be in his thirties, with three short beards under his jaw, a seven-foot figure, long hair shawls, and a gray-white robe.
Li Muchan!
The clothes are white, his complexion is whiter than the clothes, whiter than the snow, and his expression is even colder than the snow.
He has a high nose and eagle eyes, so it can be said that he is extremely handsome, but anyone who takes a look at him will not have the first impression of being handsome, and will even completely ignore his appearance, because against the background of his eyes, there is already No one will remember the other...
His eyes, shining, sharp, like swords.
Between the eyebrows, three points are lonely, seven points are chilling!
As soon as he stepped into the flower forest, there seemed to be a chilling atmosphere around him.
Baihua was speechless, even Yingniao blocked her voice, but she didn't have the strength to fly again, it was so murderous!
Without a sword on his body, Li Muchan has already killed people without a sword. His murderous aura is faint and very natural, just like breathing, which is the natural aura formed by years of killing. At this moment, he was like a sword out of its sheath, a sharp sword.
This is the forbidden area of Yijian Villa, but what is forbidden is not anyone in the villa, but only the coming of his master.
But almost every rainy night, he would come here for a while.
Outside the flower forest, there is also a flower sea, and there is a Ting Yuxuan in the flower sea.
When the afterglow of the setting sun was only the last afterglow, Li Muchan's footsteps stopped in the flower forest in Huahaihai.
The footsteps stopped, and the piano sounded.
The sound of the zither floated across the courtyard of hundreds of flowers and the catkin pond.
The plain sleeves return to the snow, and the brocade clothes turn over the clouds. The scenery is picturesque, and the tuner is like the person in the painting.
Smoke from beauties, gazebos, and incense burners rises.
The melody of the piano is Yulouchun, like weeping and more like complaining, just one sound, full of worries, thoughts and thoughts.
A qin tune, the tuner followed the lingering sound, and then chanted softly—
Ruthless is not as passionate as suffering,
An inch is worth thousands of strands.
When there is poverty in the ends of the earth,
It's just endless love!
With a sound of Ding Dong, the piano and song are perfect, the boudoir is even more lonely, and the figure is even more lonely.
Ning Huiru stood up in a daze, and moved to the side of the tea shelf, under the crabapple flowers.
The begonias are all in bloom, misty and rainy, and it is not difficult to turn into tears of rouge.
Ning Huiru sighed in her heart. Turning around, she saw her own shadow on the ground. Shadows are as thin as people. The moon in the sky is as lonely as a person.
The moon rises in the eastern sky, and the eastern sky is full of gloomy clouds. Could it be that the sky is also worrying for others!
The wind is fast, the wind is tight, the clouds are surging, and the clouds are flowing. The moon is bright, the moon is dark, and the moon is faintly depressed.
Ning Huiru let out a short sigh, and then let out a long cry.
The moon is sinking, the same lovesickness in two hearts,
Tonight is more sorrowful than last night,
For the lonely lamp, I have no intention of sleeping, tears and sorrows are given to Yaoqin,
Lianhen complains to the strings, desolation sings under the fingers,
One less bosom friend...
Have you ever seen such a sentimental woman like Ning Huiru
Who is she missing? Who is her bosom friend
No, neither.
At this time, there was a tablet on the wall beside Ting Yuxuan, and everyone's name was clearly visible on it.
Every name is a legend in the world, once a legend, but in the end, without exception, they were buried under Li Muchan's sword, and he achieved the title of "Sword God" who is invincible in the world.
Li Muchan
Li Muchan was standing in the flower forest.
He stared blankly at the stunning beauty who sang softly under the flowers before the moon, his expression and eyes were already infatuated.
This is his wife Ning Huiru, he told himself in his heart, but suddenly, he no longer believed even himself.
There was pain in his eyes.
He wanted to get out of the courtyard, but felt powerless.
He bowed his head, he was covered in snow-like clothes, pure and flawless, what about his heart
Look at my hands again, they are still so strong!
How many heroes died under these hands...
But without exception, these famous and powerful men were luckier than themselves in the end, and were able to be touched slowly by those gentle jade hands, but as the "No. And away from the one you love.
Back then, in order to get the favor of the "No. 1 beauty in the world", Li Muchan single-handedly killed seven unique young swordsmen in a row, just to compete for the place of the martial arts envoy, just to get Ning Huiru, the envoy of Fengyi Pavilion. favor.
In the end, I went to the holy land of martial arts by myself, and came back alive...
But there were so many young talents around her, so he got angry and killed, killed, killed, killed...
In the name of a challenge, he almost killed all the men who had any covetousness towards Ning Huiru.
Finally, under the persuasion of the owner of the Fengyi Pavilion at that time, and with the secret help of Zhuo Huifan, "The Best Sword in the World" finally married the "No. 1 Beauty in the World".
But at the same time, he also owed Zhuo Huifan a great favor.
And that woman is so scary...
Thinking of Zhuo Huifan, Li Muchan sighed, thinking of his braid that was caught by that woman, there was no way to get rid of it, and he let it be used as the sharpest knife in Fengyi Pavilion's hands.
To the peace-loving Ning Huiru, her own brutal and indiscriminate killing is tantamount to the most unacceptable thing. In the end, he married her man, but lost her heart. At the same time, he also found that his heart of the way of the sword with a clear sword heart was getting farther and farther away from him.
The deeper the trap between himself and Fengyi Pavilion, the farther away he would be from the pursuit of martial arts.
People always have to face reality.
Li Muchan is not someone who is afraid to face reality.
But after that incident, he really didn't dare to Ning Huiru again.
He has already lost her heart, and he can't break her heart anymore...
The sword is decisive, the heart is decisive, and his heart is also decisive.
Li Muchan looked at the lonely figure in Ting Yuxuan, and finally turned and left...
He would rather take a look at her back from a distance than lose her track forever.
…
The moment Li Muchan's heavy steps stepped out of the flower forest, he regained the lightness of the past, as if without any fetters.
Li Muchan's face also returned to the look that strangers should not enter.
Turning around the courtyard and walking through the garden, Yijian Villa maintained its bustling state even after dark. Li Muchan frowned. He was well aware of his second brother's ambitions, but he always hated the social favors that greeted him. He didn't even bother to take a look at the martial arts masters recruited in Yijian Villa at this time.
It's better to stay away from them.
Li Muchan walked through the hall through the side door, suddenly stopped, and said coldly, "Why is it you again?"
Behind the small rockery in the courtyard, a figure slowly walked out, and a beautiful woman with a graceful appearance, a myriad of manners, and a charming appearance appeared.
The beautiful woman said with a mournful voice that ordinary people can't help but move: "Have you visited Senior Sister again? It's been so many years, unexpectedly you still can't forget her..."
Li Muchan's disgusted look flashed across his eyes, without turning his head, he said decisively: "I don't want to hear such nonsense, I don't want to see you, and you don't want to see me either!"
As soon as the words fell, Li Muchan stepped forward and walked, he really didn't want to stay for a moment.
"Don't go... I have something important to ask..."
Li Muchan kept walking, and said in a deep voice: "If you have something to do, you might as well go to your second brother. You are his wife, so why come to me?"
It turned out that the woman was Shang Huixian, a disciple of Fengyi Pavilion who was married to Li Muchan's second brother "Sword Lord" Li Muru, and also Li Daozong's biological mother.
"Don't go, I'm looking for you because of Daozong..."
"Daozong is the child of you and the second brother. With the strength of the second brother, it is easy to find Daozong. Why ask me..."
Seeing that Li Muchan was about to go far away, Shang Huixian's eyes flashed with anger, she stepped forward two steps eagerly, and said anxiously: "Are you so unfeeling, even if you refuse to admit it, don't forget that the Taoist sect is actually you, Li Muchan son of…”
This sentence pierced into Li Muchan's heart like a knife, causing him to be furious instantly, and he stretched out his hand suddenly. A few meters away, Shang Huixian seemed to be choked by someone, and suddenly lifted into the air, No matter how powerful she is, she can't exert any strength.
Li Muchan's face turned red, but he never looked back, he didn't want to turn back, he didn't dare to look back, "I warned you, don't bring this up again... Are you courting death?"
Shang Huixian felt that her soul was about to be torn apart, and her feet kicked wildly, but it was of no use at all.
Seeing that he was about to die, Li Muchan finally remembered that he must not just kill this woman, otherwise... Fengyi Pavilion... Zhuo Huifan...
Damn!
Li Muchan snorted angrily, and with a flick of his hand, Shang Huixian was thrown flying.
Shang Huixian let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground. When she looked up again, there was no trace of Li Muchan.
The resentment in Shang Huixian's eyes was fierce, and she murmured: "Li Muchan, you are cruel. Ning Huiru, Zhuo Huifan, I don't believe that you two will always be dominated by you two in this life, I will never be reconciled... Li Muchan will not listen Mine, but I still have that trash of Li Muru that I can use..."