Night into the third night of qimenglou, from time to time from a room out of a woman's light angry voice, to the night adds a different landscape.

Bai Chen's room, small cherish jade boring lie on the bed, toss and turn.

"This CHEN Ye is really a strange person. He bought me to sleep alone here, but he went out!"

The girl's tone was a little dull, obviously with displeasure.

It's rare to meet such a handsome little brother, but the other party's practice is a bit off the mark.

On the dark night sky, the silver moon is gradually covered by clouds, making the world dark.

After the noise of the day, Yancheng is dark and silent at night.

At this time, a dark shadow shuttles over the eaves. Its dark body is like a hawk hidden in the dark. When it is near the Liu's courtyard, it suddenly drops and stealthily sweeps in.

Black moon and high night, a good time to kill!

……

"That white Chen is to walk in the end what shit luck, unexpectedly can ask to move spirit teacher to come forward to help!"

In the room, Liu Qingfeng is just like a complaining woman complaining. His words are full of reluctance and jealousy.

Liu Cheng was sitting beside the bed in his loose robe, with his head drooping and his eyes empty: "even Liu was defeated. We have no hope of revenge."

"But I'm not reconciled, Dad!"

These days, when Liu Qingfeng saw the buttocks of the maid watering the garden, he would feel an inexplicable pain in his lower body.

This kind of pain is more painful than the pain of broken bones and tendons!

Looking at his unwilling appearance, Liu Cheng's decadent old face even more emerged a touch of vicissitudes.

"Dad is not reconciled, but we can't fight the white family."

Now Liu Cheng, has a deep understanding of the power of Bai Chen, even if he did all he could, he could not take advantage of that boy.

This world is always the law of the jungle.

"Qingfeng, let's have a rest early. Tomorrow we are going to pack up and leave Yancheng, the land of right and wrong."

"Dad..."

How much courage does it take to give up the foundation left by our ancestors?

Liu Qingfeng can't bear it or give up, but what can he do?

Who let him get into trouble with people who can't get into trouble at all!

"Be obedient, go and have a rest."

Liu Cheng is now unable to say one more word. In half a month, his hair has turned gray, and his heart is haggard.

Looking at his father's sad appearance, Liu Qingfeng had to retreat with tears and bury all his hatred and anger in the deepest part of his heart.

Creak -

push the door open, the wind whistling, blowing in a little snow, bring some piercing cold to the room.

Liu Qingfeng just stood at the door, motionless, letting the snow blow in.

Looking up at the young man's silent back, Liu Cheng's eyes were moist: "the wind is clear, the green hills are still there. I'm not afraid that there is no material to burn. Listen to my father."

Liu Cheng never thought of giving up this blood feud, but now there is no chance, can only temporarily avoid the edge.

Therefore, at the moment when the news of Liu's defeat came, he gave the final strategy to the whole Liu family.

Leaving Yancheng

Liu Qingfeng is still unheard of, and his thin body shakes slightly in the snow.

"Breeze..."

Liu Cheng's vision completely blurred, his only son, now is his lifeblood.

"Breeze Clear...?! "

Suddenly feel the atmosphere is not quite right, an endless fear from the bottom of my heart quietly breeding, let Liu Cheng heart a surprise.

Forced to suppress his fear, he hurriedly came down from the bed and went around to Liu Qingfeng.

When he saw Liu Qingfeng's face clearly, a chill rushed to the spirit of heaven and made him retreat.

At the moment, Liu Qingfeng's eyes were dull, his lips were slightly open, and a shallow blood mark on his neck was clearly visible under the candlelight.

"My son!"

He suddenly let out a howl of anger, quickly took two steps, quickly pulled out Liu Qingfeng's sword, and turned to stab.

The pain in his heart made his movements stiff in vain.

Looking down at the sword that pierced his heart, he raised his head in disbelief and saw the smiling face. Liu Cheng just wanted to make the last effort to scold him, even if it was just a curse.

But in the end, they didn't say it.

Seeing that the old ghost lost his life completely under his sword, Bai Chen released the hilt with satisfaction.

To cut the grass, we must remove the roots, so that we can never suffer from it.

When the door was closed, Bai Chen walked through several spacious rooms one after another, then stepped on the eaves and left.

Back to qimenglou, it's near dawn.

Looking at Xiao Xiyu, who is sleeping soundly on the bed, Bai Chen comes to the table, tasting tea and waiting for the morning.

This killing has completely declared the decline of the Liu family.This is the last thing he did for the Bai family before he left.

In the early morning, after breakfast, I hired a carriage and saw that I was about to leave for the capital. But Xia Daotian decided not to go at this time.

"Lao Xia, are you really not going with me?"

"Well, since the fourth lady was injured by Liu's sword Qi, she would certainly hurt her muscles and bones. If she didn't use fuxuedan, she would leave a sword wound on her shoulder."

Smell speech, white Chen long sigh tone, see toward the eyes of Xia Daotian full of the color of gratitude: "old summer, hard you."

"Ha ha, it's not hard. It's good for you to let Miss four recover as before."

Xia Daotian has always been very clear about the significance of Bai family to Bai Chen.

With a smile, Bai Chen shakes his head. Bai Chen gets on the carriage, without too many separate words.

"Let's go."

Light voice spread out, let the bridle pull, the carriage in Xia Daotian's eyes to the distance.

This month of living in Bai's family is the happiest time for Bai Chen in his tens of thousands of years.

"It's a great feeling to be human."

Through the window, looking at all kinds of people, Bai Chen's eyes are full of smiles.

Yancheng is thousands of miles away from the capital city. He saw many different sceneries after a long journey.

Of course, Fengyan Dynasty had a territory of one million Li mountains and rivers, and not all the towns were connected in one vein.

It's been driving for two consecutive days, and there are still no pedestrians on the icy mountain road.

"Coachman, how long will it take to get to the next town?" White Chen light asks a way.

"If you go back to the young master, you can get to LiuNian village in less than an hour."

The coachman's voice was full of respect.

The name of Bai Chen is very popular in Yancheng. Naturally, the coachman doesn't dare to neglect it.

"Good."

Finally, there is a place to rest. Bai Chen needs to find a teahouse and drink two pots of hot tea.

As a spiritual person, although he has no experience of cold, it seems that tasting tea in the deep winter has already become a habit of his body.

Just as he was about to cross his knees to practice, the carriage suddenly shook violently. With the coachman's scream and the horse's scream, Bai Chen was stunned.

"Young master, it's an avalanche!"

A terrified scream rings out, and Bai Chen can clearly feel that the people outside the curtain have jumped out of the carriage.

Bang!

The carriage burst in an instant, and Bai Chen jumped up, finally seeing the turbulent skiing and endless fog rolling from the mountain.