In the garden with fallen leaves.
Lin Nanxuan and several juniors sat silently in an open space.
No one spoke.
Wan Guotai, Jiang Shuihan, Sanada Tatsuhiko, Xiahou Qingfeng, Ruhua...
The beautiful scenery of sad autumn all around is bleak but poignant.
But everyone didn't want to watch it.
Not only Shen Jiangping's death, but also tomorrow's Double Ninth Festival battle.
These young people in front of them, no one knows whether they will live or die at this time tomorrow...
The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy, and Lin Nanxuan suddenly felt that he should do something instead of just sitting like this. Otherwise, monstrous hatred will immediately flood in my mind.
As the lord of the Lingyun Palace, he has socialized with most of the martial arts powerhouses in the world, but Shen Jiangping is definitely one of them that he admires from the bottom of his heart.
Others may have achieved something in martial arts, but what Shen Jiangping admires the most is his chivalrous heart.
That is a pure person, pure people feel confused, stupid.
Thinking of this, Lin Nanxuan suddenly couldn't help laughing.
A laugh in the autumn wind seemed so abrupt that everyone looked over in surprise.
Lin Nanxuan still smiled, and said lightly: "Hey... I suddenly remembered something from the past, it was when I met Lao Shen..."
Wan Guotai put down the big knife that he had wiped countless times, and asked curiously: "Are you old acquaintances with Shen Daxia?"
Lin Nanxuan nodded, and said: "It happened a long time ago. At that time, we were still young, I was not the master of Lingyun Palace, and Shen Jiangping was not a master of heaven who will be famous all over the world in the future. He just broke through Inborn, he is only a little famous in Jianghu, but he single-handedly killed the "Eighteen Wolves" who caused disasters in Jiangnan, and provoked the underworld giant "Jiangnan Eighteen Water Villages" behind him."
Wonderful past events in the world always arouse everyone's interest.
Seeing everyone's gazes turned towards him, Lin Nanxuan said slowly, "The cause of the incident is very simple. It's just because the eighteen wolves robbed a sale, but killed the owner's family, even the three-year-old child."
"Shen Daxia and the owner of the goods are old acquaintances?"
"no."
"The owner of the goods is a member of the Baidao?"
"no."
"That must be because the family has done a lot of good deeds and has a good reputation."
"None." Lin Nanxuan said slowly: "The consignor's family is just ordinary people. They don't have any good deeds, but it's fair. They are just ordinary people. Shen Jiangping has never heard of this family's name, and the other party has no backing. Originally 'Eighteen Werewolves' thought it would be another ordinary case that no one cares about, and even the imperial police didn't bother to take care of this kind of thing. But Shen Jiangping took care of it."
Everyone listened, Lin Nanxuan continued: "As the descendant of Lingyun Palace, I know that in this Jianghu, there are countless young geniuses who have fallen into the Jianghu before they soared into the sky because they provoked forces that should not be provoked when they debuted. At that time, I thought, this is another stunned young man who just debuted, and he doesn’t know how to make a name for himself, so he’s going on a rampage, so he won’t live long now.”
Of course everyone knew that Shen Jiangping survived, but what Lin Nanxuan said was right, it was really not worth risking his own life for the sake of being famous.
Lin Nanxuan continued: "But I am really curious about what kind of person this is, and because the distance is very close, I met him and talked briefly."
Ruhua suddenly realized, and said: "Oh, it must be the senior who helped Shen Jiangping through the difficulties."
"No." Lin Nanxuan said slowly: "There are too many grievances and grievances in this kind of world, and everyone has to be responsible for their own actions. Although Lingyun Palace is a transcendent faction in the world, it has not reached the point where it must manage everything. Shen Jiangping killed a Guixu master, was seriously injured and was on the verge of death, but was saved by a woman named Hua Wanqing..."
Everyone was stunned.
Jiang Shuihan knew something about Shen Jiangping and Hua Wanqing's past, but he was more interested in other news, so he asked anxiously: "The time senior met Hero Shen, what did they talk about?"
Lin Nanxuan smiled and said: "I asked him, if he offended the underworld giants and was hunted down, would he be afraid of death?"
"How did he answer?" Everyone was curious.
"At that time, he didn't have the spirit of a young man, nor did he feel frightened after hearing the news. He was very calm and calm. He asked—" Lin Nanxuan took a deep breath, and said slowly: "What is the world? Is it just a dispute?" Is it where fame and fortune come from? If that’s the case, then I’m so disappointed.”
"I don't have any strength and ambition, and I don't have the idea of becoming famous. All I have is a life and a sword."
"But I believe that Jianghu is a place where justice can be found."
"Because I am in the Jianghu, I am a part of the Jianghu."
"I worked hard for a little bit of justice, a little bit of reason, and a little bit of conscience."
"I believe that there are many people like me, so why should I be afraid of failure and death?"
"I don't ask for anything, I just want to do my best, so what if I die?"
"I only hope that one day, when others mention my death, they will say that this man, this guy named Shen Jiangping, died for justice, reason and conscience... that's enough."
Lin Nanxuan's slow narration shocked everyone even more.
Lin Nanxuan's words were plain, obviously at that time Shen Jiangping also spoke in such a light way, with a heavy oath in the plainness.
That is Shen Jiangping's "martial arts".
It is the root of his existence, his chivalrous heart.
"In this world, there are too many smart people." Lin Nanxuan shook his head and smiled, and said, "Many people are scheming and scheming. There are a few people like Brother Shen, just for a little bit of justice, reason and conscience And draw the sword?"
Jiang Shuihan sighed, and said: "Actually, since ancient times, it has been pure people like Shen Daxia who have achieved great things. Smart people are afraid of death, because they think their lives are very important, and they can do great things in the future if they survive. Tch, these People have always been afraid of wolves and tigers, lacking the ruthlessness to move forward, but in the end they will achieve nothing in the end. Most of the mediocre people in the world are like this."
"Yes, it's a pity that a pure fool like Shen Jiangping probably doesn't exist in the world."
"No, Senior Lin. Such people will still exist." Wan Guotai's simple and honest face flushed, and he said solemnly: "Our brothers have no skills, but we will definitely continue on the road of Shen Daxia. .”
…
"Have you heard? 'Qingjiang Xiayin' Shen Jiangping didn't die before, but this time he was blocked at home, and the whole family died cleanly!"
"Didn't you say that there is a girl who is not dead?"
"I also heard that there was a girl who didn't die, but was rescued by the people from the Demon Sect."
"Oh my god, I never thought that the world-famous Baidao hero is actually a demon from the Demon Sect."
"This world... oh."
"Keep your voice down, you're dying? The demons are rampant now, and tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. Let's pray that the hero Li Muchan can turn things around."
…
All the taverns in Luodu City were talking about the upheaval last night.
Yan Jueling frowned, he had already hid in a remote tavern, unexpectedly there were so many people bothering him, but what the other party said made him look even more worried.
On the opposite side, Xianyue was considerate, leaned forward and said, "If you don't like it, let's change."
"No need."
"But you are angry." Xuan Yue said. In her impression, Yan Jueling was extremely calm, and few things could touch his nerves of anger. In his life, he has only seen him excited twice, once when he saw himself, and once when his father died beside him.
Yan Jueling put down her chopsticks, and said calmly: "Shen Jiangping is a good friend of my father. He is also a senior whom I respect."
"I hope sister Chu'er is fine." Xianyue said with some concern.
Yan Jueling smiled coldly, and said: "The peacock saves people, if he wants to take them away, I'm afraid Luo Podi will have to do it."
Crescent Moon looks sad, bowed her head in silence.
At this moment, on a table not far from the two of them, a guest patted the table and shouted to pay the bill.
It was a very common thing, but when Xuan Yue saw the arrangement of the bowls and chopsticks on the table, she suddenly trembled physically and mentally, her eyes showed a tangled look, and she quickly lowered her head to cover it up.
Yan Jueling remained calm and said indifferently: "If you want to go, go."
Sure enough, the secret code of the magic gate could not escape his discernment.
"I don't." Xuanyue's heart swayed, and she made a decision: "I said, I will follow you in this life. I will never touch the matter of the teacher. I don't want to be like Senior Hua, because this matter has nothing to do with you. You separate, and I don't want you to be implicated."
"Have you made up your mind?" Yan Jueling's eyes radiated fiery emotion.
"Think it over." String Moon was equally firm.
"No regrets?"
"No regrets."
"Okay." Yan Jueling held the other party's catkin tightly, and said solemnly: "As long as you and I really want to be right, I will never allow anyone to hurt you, whether it is the white way, the underworld, the magic gate, the cult, or even Friends and relatives, anyone who dares to hurt you will meet with blood."
Xian Yue was greatly moved, and held Yan Jue Ling's hand instead.
Originally, she didn't have such great determination, but Hua Wanqing's past touched her greatly. If she didn't cut off contact with her teacher, even if she and Yan Jueling retreated into the world, one day those white Taoists might use this as an excuse Killing Yan Jueling even implicated many people.
A figure suddenly shot in from the window and landed on the seat.
It turned out to be the real Ye Qingxuan.
Looking from Yan Jueling's face to Xianyue's body, and then to Yan Jueling again, Ye Qingxuan said in a deep voice: "I want to ask Miss Xianyue to help..."
"I can't do it!"
Yan Jueling didn't even want to hear it, she got up suddenly, pulled Xianyue and left.
"Jueling?" Xianyue was very surprised, how could Big Brother Yan be so angry
Yan Jueling is not a fool, if Ye Qingxuan doesn't ask him for help, then it is definitely not murder, and the only thing that Xianyue can help is her identity as the saint of the Demon Sect Yuezong.
Ye Qingxuan grabbed Yan Jueling's sleeve and said slowly: "It's about the world..."
"The world is none of my business, and justice has nothing to do with me." Yan Jueling said coldly: "Ye Qingxuan, I can go all out because you are my friend. But you can't use Xianyue, let alone put her in danger." .Otherwise, there is no need to be a friend. You let go, or I will be rude to you."
At this moment, Xianyue instantly understood Ye Qingxuan's thoughts.
Using her identity as the Yuezong Saintess to launch a counterattack.
Ye Qingxuan sighed slightly, loosened Yan Jueling's empty left sleeve, and watched the two walk away.