As the gates of Ye Jia are tightly closed, Ye Lingfeng’s memories are cut off in front of him, and the darkness behind the snow is at the junction of the abyss. Maybe this is fate! I have worked hard for three years, but I have made every effort to realize that dream in my heart. Is this still the case after all?
"Don’t you just leave without thinking about it?"
The one-armed old man at the door is still sweeping the snow.
"Well, yes! Dawn was cheated by me, and the bamboo son of Wudang Mountain was taken away by Wang Lao. The dance sounds and evil spirits have to stay here to explain. The wooden fish can’t wake up for a while to take care of her. Yuner was taken back by the Qin people. I plan to stay here and think about it this time. I will go alone, but the mask has to follow and think about the Chu affairs, and as a result, this little boy has threatened me. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let him know so much! "
Ye Lingfeng casually found a place to sit down and spread her fur in the snow. She grabbed a mass of cold snow in her hand and went around.
"It’s the first time you’ve talked so much for so long!"
The old man let go of the broom and Ye Lingfeng, and took out a handle of tobacco pouch to dry tobacco and lit it, as if there was a fragrance around him.
"I don’t know if I can come back alive without fear!"
Ye Lingfeng smiled disappointedly, and the snowball in his hand has become more and more smooth, but after all, Ye Lingfeng is still not satisfied with it over and over again.
"In fact, you can be rude if you don’t go!"
The old man seemed to remember something and added.
"There are not many people who dare to touch you in Zhongzhou!"
"I know!" Ye Lingfeng conveniently crushed the snowball that was very difficult to come out. "If I hide in the Yin Frost Pavilion, I can’t find him. Your family is enough to ensure that I’m all right. Even if the demon clan breaks through the three empires of Zhongzhou, it’s not difficult to look at me with your eyes. Even if you don’t have an arm, where can it be repaired after all? Li Junre broke your arm by the sword spirit Excalibur, but at least where is your title? Even if Li Junre won, you didn’t dare to call it the first day. He didn’t dare to accept his new sword god, but he made do with the title of sword emperor. After so many years, you three haven’t really fought a battle, and it’s in the Fifth Five-Year Plan. Otherwise, I wouldn’t invite your old man to look at my baby. "
Said Ye Lingfeng looked back at his eyes and couldn’t say how much he loved and gave up!
Besides, I’m afraid something happened to me. The first thing I wish my sister and I were dead was him. If I hadn’t cared about my mother’s name, I’m afraid he would have wanted to kill me with a sword, and I’d have to be cruel!
The one-armed old man was slightly stunned. "You mean it!"
Ye Lingfeng bowed her head and suddenly picked up the waist hip flask and took a hard sip. This is not a good wine, not an old wine, or it is very cheap on the street. People drink burning knives.
Spicy wine crossed the throat and made tears flow out. Ye Lingfeng grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth as if she didn’t know it.
"You know, I remember when I was a child, my drinking problem was that I didn’t have good wine or stole wine from others. At the very beginning, I was injured. My sister asked me to drink this stuff to relieve pain, so I got this problem. Then I escaped from Beijing when I was fleeing, and there was ice and snow all the way to the north. I can’t forget how many times I lived by this snow. Sometimes I just thought that if I had run to Jiangnan, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have lived today!"
The one-armed old man glanced at Ye Lingfeng and seemed to remember that he had been coaxed and tricked into coming here in Jiange. He curled his lips and said, "You can’t die anywhere with this scourge!"
"By the way, where was it!" Ye Lingfeng is used to the old man’s teasing and doesn’t care. "Have you ever loved someone when you say that Jiangnan has become an old fairy?"
Hear Ling Ye maple one-armed old man one leng immediately took a deep breath of smoke highlight a huge smoke turn "how didn’t love! But it doesn’t matter if they are all romantic accounts when they are young! "
"Why are you so forgetful? Is budo lonely after all?"
"If you don’t cling to this pure from the monk’s point of view, it’s so-called too forgetful to prove, but if you go against the martial way, I advise you to give up! As the old saying goes, those who work in harmony with heaven help those who work against heaven. What is it that heaven violates heaven? After five years of thinking, I still can’t figure it out! "
One-armed old man sighed and took a sip of Ling Ye maple hip flask.
The old man asked, "Let me ask you! If you hadn’t run away, your mother wouldn’t have let you die, but you’ve been disabled since then. Do you regret it? "
Ye Lingfeng answers! "No regrets!"
"I remember you said that you were stabbed by your sister and almost died, and then your mother remembered that you chose to stay with your mother instead of going to the ghost castle. Do you regret it?" The old man asked again
Ye Lingfeng replied, "No regrets!"
The old man said with a straight face, "The last question is that you will die when you are going somewhere. You have to go!" "
"me!" Ye Lingfeng was speechless for a long time before slowly saying, "I don’t know if I think I should go!" "
"In that case, you still tube what too forgetful tube what fate! Just want to do it! "
Ye Lingfeng bowed his head and said, "I am afraid that my hard work will be white after so many years of failure!"
The old man suddenly got up, with a wave of his arm, Ye Lingfeng’s cuff was full of beautiful dance, and Ye Lingfeng was shocked, and the spiritual force surged to suppress the beautiful dance.
One-armed old man ha ha smiled, middle finger and forefinger stretched out and drew a sword tactic. The beauty danced without Ye Lingfeng’s control and took off her sleeves. The old man didn’t see anything moving with one hand and drew the knife without touching the handle. It turned out that it was the sword instead of the sword that made the sword tactic.
The beauty dance draws a beautiful arc in the old man’s hand like a duck to water. Two black swallows suddenly blow up the old man from the beauty dance, and Ye Lingfeng will not wake up.
Although Ye Lingfeng knows that she is by no means an old man’s opponent, she also wants to see how much gap she has with the top master of Zhongzhou Terran. It is also unambiguous that her hands are frozen and magical, and her hands are frozen and cold, and she meets the old man with a firm but firm shock wave.
Supposedly, in the face of this kind of attack, Ling Ye maple should first avoid its sharpness and find its weakness, and then move its own advantages. But looking at the old man, it’s like a pair of Yan dexterity and inexplicable Ye Lingfeng’s ten-sided extinction of sabre-drawing.