Volume 1, Chapter 45: Yue Mingfeng appears and fights the Confucian scholar.
When everything dissipated, strands of purple lightning still lingered in the air, occasionally making crackling sounds.
Ye Tingmu knelt on one knee, with the sword inserted five inches into the ground. The rag wrapped around his hair had long disappeared.
Her long hair falls across her face.
His palms were a little charred due to controlling the electricity.
In front of him, a dark shadow blocked the moonlight and enveloped him.
"Heh..." He chuckled, feeling helpless, with a hint of sadness and regret.
He reached into his waist, took out the yellowed handkerchief, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Let's do it."
The scholar lowered the blade of his sword, looked at the young man in front of him, and raised his right arm.
The sword edge gleamed coldly in the moonlight, reflecting the bleeding scar on his face.
"You are quite good. You are the most gifted swordsman I have ever seen. Unfortunately, you have a bad fate and are entangled in karma that you shouldn't be entangled in, just like me in the past."
He looked at Ye Tingmu in front of him and said lightly, his tone was very flat and calm, but one could still hear some regret and remorse in it.
The scholar had a complicated expression. The young man in front of him made him fall into memories and reminded him of his past self.
Myself thirty years ago.
At that time, he had a pot of wine, a sword, and loved reading three thousand volumes of poetry and books.
The young man rides on a horse and leans on the sloping bridge, with red sleeves waving in the building.
He was full of knowledge and ambition, and wanted to compete with God, so he took up his pen and sword to take the imperial examination to achieve fame and honor.
What a beautiful scenery.
He was full of lofty ambitions and vowed to devote his entire life to caring for the people and restoring order in the country.
But when he really became an official, everything changed, and everything was so different from what he had imagined.
The helplessness, humiliation, and injustice in the officialdom completely crushed the pride in his heart.
He got involved in cause and effect, just like Ye Tingmu at this moment, from the initial confrontation, to compromise, and then to joining.
He was completely lost in it.
Then he actually fell in love with this feeling, the feeling of being able to get whatever he wanted, and having his words and actions be able to influence the life and death of others.
This feeling is like being in control of God, everything is in my hands.
Ye Tingmu raised his head. At this moment, he no longer had the ability to release any sword moves.
There was a hint of disdain in his eyes. If I were in the same situation as you, you would be an ant.
"What are you waiting for? Are you afraid?"
"Haha...you're so quick to talk. Rest in peace. I promise I will erect a monument for you." After saying that, his sword fell.
Ye Tingmu closed his eyes unwillingly.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the bamboo forest rustled.
Immediately afterwards, when the sword light fell, a voice rang out.
"blast......."
Then a figure instantly appeared between the two of them.
There was a sound of "clang..."
A shirtless man stood in front of Ye Tingmu.
"Li Ru, your opponent is me."
Ye Tingmu was shocked. It was Yue Mingfeng.
The scholar looked at him with anger in his eyes.
The two looked at each other, energy surged around them, and a murderous wind blew around them.
With a loud bang.
A shock wave exploded between the two of them, and each of them retreated dozens of steps.
Ye Tingmu was also blown away by the air flow.
There were a few more bloodstains on his body.
Yue Mingfeng grabbed him and the two of them stopped.
The scholar pointed his long sword horizontally, looked at Yue Mingfeng, and shouted angrily: "Traitor, you dare to draw your sword against your master?"
master?
Ye Tingmu looked at Yue Mingfeng in a daze. He was actually this man's apprentice.
No wonder the person in front of me is so strong.
How could someone who could train a strong man like Yue Mingfeng be weak?
Yue Mingfeng also raised the sword and looked at the scholar.
"From the moment you planned to kill me, the bond between us, master and disciple, was severed."
"Haha, I didn't expect you to kill Zhao Zihu. Not bad, you are worthy of being my apprentice."
"I told you, you are no longer my master."
The scholar raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"If it weren't for me, would you be who you are now? If you think you can beat me, don't forget who taught you how to use the sword."
Yue Mingfeng ignored him and turned to Ye Tingmu beside him and said three words: "Xiao Hanfeng."
"What?" Ye Tingmu replied in surprise.
"Zhao Zihu told me before he died that your brothers and sisters are at Xiaohan Peak."
Ye Tingmu gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you, but..." He looked at Li Ru while speaking.
"Let's go, leave this to me." After saying that, he looked up at Li Ru, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Thank you so much, take care."
Ye Tingmu bowed to him, then covered his wound, dragged the Qingfeng sword, and headed towards Xiaohan Peak.
"Did I let you go?"
When Li Ru saw Ye Tingmu leaving, he suddenly swung the sword in his hand and a sword energy went straight behind Ye Tingmu.
Ye Tingmu continued forward without looking back.
Because he knew that with Yue Mingfeng there, he would block the sword.
As he expected, Yue Mingfeng appeared in front of the sword energy and swung out a sword as well.
The swords collided, and the scholar was furious. "Traitor, today I will personally destroy you."
"For so many years, I've risked my life for you. We've long since forgiven each other. Today is the day to decide who's better, and whether to live or die."
Both of them attacked at the same time.
"You don't know your own limits."
Sword shadows intertwined and strong winds blew.
Both of them practiced the Swift Wind Sword Intent, and fought at the peak of their powers without reservation.
Both of them tried their best.
The entire bamboo sea fell down from time to time.
Two huge tornadoes raged and collided.
The sky was so dark from shock.
Ye Tingmu dragged his seriously injured body and took many steps.
Behind him, the sound of explosions occurred from time to time, filling his eardrums.
He now doesn’t know why Yue Mingfeng saved him. Maybe it was because of guilt, or to repay a favor?
From the moment the Confucian scholar called him his disciple, Ye Tingmu knew that the black-clad swordsman who killed Ao Long in Liushu Town that day was Yue Mingfeng.
Although he had some doubts during his previous battle with Zhao Zihu.
His sword moves were too familiar, and now these two had such a relationship.
It seems that my guess was right.
Maybe my sincerity touched him, so he turned back.
God knows.
Ye Tingmu had a bitter smile on his face. Who can explain and comprehend everything in this world? The enemy in the last second may be a comrade-in-arms in the next second.
If you tell this to others, who wouldn’t find it funny?
He did not hate Yue Mingfeng. He was just following orders when he tried to kill him.
Just like Hongfu said, people like them can't even control their own destiny.
It's really pitiful.
"I hope you can survive, ah..."
He sighed and quickened his pace.
Xiaohan Peak?
Don't be afraid, wait for me, big brother will be here soon
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