Fushengmen...

"Wei He! What are you going to do?"

Inside the Fusheng Gate and in front of the Withered Pavilion, there are numerous figures and war horses neighing.

Everyone's expression looked very nervous, their eyes were full of fear, their faces were reddish, their breathing was rapid, and their hands were holding their weapons tightly.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are looking in the same direction, and they are all looking at the same person.

——Wei He

The elder of Fushengmen, one of the four elders.

He is a very mysterious person. There are only a handful of people who have seen him in the Fusheng Sect. However, he is withdrawn by nature and rarely talks to others.

At this moment, Wei He was holding a long sword. The sword was still white and clean, not stained with blood.

But no one doubted at all that as soon as his sword came out, someone would fall down and die here.

His sword will be stained with blood sooner or later.

"Why? Why? You ask me why? I ask you, what mistake did Ah Wu make? And why did she?"

Wei He's expression was ferocious. His body was already trembling, and his sword was also trembling. People couldn't help but think that maybe in the next second, his sword would fly out, and there would be someone.

Individuals died under his sword and became the ghosts of his sword.

"It's been ten years, I didn't expect that you still can't forget her..." The speaker's eyes were dim and downcast, as if he was unwilling to mention that person or that past event.

Wei He suddenly laughed, a contemptuous laugh, and the sound of his laughter became louder and louder, and finally turned into a crazy laugh.

However, anyone could tell that it was a smile full of sadness and despair.

Wei He smiled and burst into tears. The tears flowed down his face, flowed into his mouth, flowed into his stomach, and flowed into his heart.

The taste of tears is bitter...

"Not to mention ten years, even ten more years, fifty more years, one hundred more years, I will never forget her..."

Wei He's words were passed word by word, reaching the ears of everyone present, and each word struck the soul of everyone present.

The world’s so-called infatuation, passion, and passion have hurt parting since ancient times. I’m afraid they are talking about people like Wei He...

"Wei He! Wake up! Ah Wu is dead! There is no resurrection! Why do you have so many obsessions?" The speaker was a man with gray hair and pale face. In the hands of the gray-haired man,

He was also carrying a sword, but his sword was not unsheathed.

It seems that he does not want to be an enemy of Wei He.

"Master, don't meddle in other people's business! Ah Wu is not dead, don't lie to me!"

Wei He's sword has been raised, and the tip of the sword is facing Elder Ciwu.

"Did I lie to you? You know it in your heart. Put down the sword. Put down the sword while the master is away. We are still master and disciple, and we still have to drink together..." Ci Wu's eyes were gentle and bright, and he even opened his mouth.

He opened his arms, took a step forward, used his chest to meet the tip of Wei He's sword, and walked over.

"How can I turn back when I draw my bow? Since I have come this far, there is no way I can look back. Don't force me..." Wei He's sword began to tremble, and his men also took a step back.

But Elder Ciwu didn't seem to hear what he said. He kept walking, step by step, firmly towards Wei He, his chest facing the tip of the sword as he walked over.

"Don't force me...Don't force me..." Wei He murmured in a low voice while retreating.

"Stop it...put down the sword...we are still master and disciple..." Ci Wu's tone was as gentle as silk and bamboo, as if he were an elder admonishing his young child who knew nothing about the world.

Wei He's body was shaking more and more violently, his sword was shaking more and more violently, his eyes were even a little distracted, and his will had been shaken.

But these are just a matter of a moment.

Suddenly, Wei He's body no longer trembled, and his man suddenly stopped.

His eyes were firm and firm, filled with helplessness and bitterness.

Wei He suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "It's too late..."

Ci Wudao: "As long as you are willing to repent, you can do it at any time..."

Wei He smiled bitterly and said, "What if I have already killed all the leaders of the Ku Pavilion? Is it still too late?"

Ci Wu was still walking forward. He could no longer hear Wei He's words. He didn't return until the tip of the sword had penetrated his body. Pain came faintly and his chest was instantly stained red with blood.

Come to God.

Ci Wu slowly raised his eyes, stared at Wei He closely with a pair of unbelievable eyes, and said word by word: "What did you just say?"

His voice was already trembling a little, and even the words he spoke were somewhat unclear.

But Wei He still heard clearly. After hearing clearly, he wanted to answer.

Wei He also said word by word: "I said, I will kill all the heads of the Ku Pavilion..."

"Snapped…"

It was a crisp and loud slap.

The one who hits is Ci Wu.

The one who was beaten was Wei He.

Wei He covered one side of his red and swollen face and said nothing, just sneered.

Ci Wu's eyes were full of sorrow, anger, regret, and the heartache and helplessness of hating iron for not being able to turn into steel.

But a moment later, Ci Wu suddenly waved his hands repeatedly. While waving his hands, he smiled and said: "Impossible, impossible. The leader of the Ku Pavilion has unfathomable skills. Just you, it's impossible..."

But Wei He's expression didn't seem to be smiling at all. He stared at Ci Wu with a pair of dull eyes, and said lightly: "I really can't kill them, but they have been in seclusion all year round, and they have never left Ku Wu.

Not to mention, I am responsible for their three meals a day..."

Ci Wu's laughter suddenly disappeared, his smile was fixed on his face, and his whole person looked like a duck that was suddenly pinched by the neck, and could no longer make any sound.

"You poisoned me?!" After a long time, Ci Wu burst out with a cry that shook the sky.

Wei He didn't admit or deny, he just didn't say anything.

Sometimes, when a person does not speak, it means that the person acquiesces.

Ciwu stopped talking.

After a long time, he suddenly let out a long sigh, raised his head, and tried his best to hold back the tears that were about to fall from his eye sockets.

After a long time, he spoke.

Ci Wu smiled and said: "I remember, when I first saw you, you were only so tall. You looked like a wild monkey that had never had enough to eat..."

As Ci Wu spoke, he also gestured with his hands.

He looked like he was recalling a very beautiful thing. His whole face was filled with a happy smile, and his eyes were also full of happiness.

Wei He lowered his head and remained silent, but his eyes were already red.

"Later, I taught you martial arts. Later, when you grew up, you became taller, and you became very competitive. At a young age, you climbed to the position of the four elders, and you were on an equal footing with me. You were the most promising.

The person who inherits the position of head, to be honest, every time I think about this, I will be sincerely happy for you..."

Wei He's nose was sore, and he couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and flowed down. His man also knelt down in front of Elder Ciwu with a "plop".

"Your great kindness to me will be unforgettable until my death. I will definitely..."

Ci Wu suddenly waved his hand to stop him from talking any more.

Ci Wu sighed again and said, "We haven't had a drink together for a long time. Let's have a drink together today..."

Wei He said: "Now?"

Ci Wudao: "Now."

Wei He said: "Okay, I'll go get the wine now..."

After a while, the wine arrived and was opened.

The wine has a strong aroma and is a good wine.

Ci Wu raised the wine jar, touched it with Wei He, and said: "Come on, after drinking this wine, there will be no relationship between the two of us. From now on, I will no longer be your master.

You are no longer my disciple..."

Wei He's body shook violently. After a long time, he slowly raised the wine jar in his hand and said: "After drinking this jar of wine, we will have nothing to do with each other anymore. Allow me to call you master for the last time."

,Master! Do it!”

The two people raised the wine jar at the same time, raised their necks at the same time, shed tears at the same time, drank the same wine mixed with tears, and held the same mood...

After drinking the wine, the moon has risen and the sky has darkened.
Chapter completed!