Chen Ang held a tall horse and looked at the girl who grabbed his reins with a wry smile. Qu Feiyan looked up at him with a gloomy look, with a hint of resentment between her eyebrows. She pulled Chen Ang's horse and opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was a little hesitant.

"Oh!" Chen Ang looked at the girl helplessly.

"Are you not going to bring me with you?" Qu Feiyan said softly, turning his head to prevent him from seeing the tears in his eyes.

Her voice was a little sobbing, with a hint of stubbornness. Chen Ang knew that if he didn't explain it clearly to her, he might be able to catch up with her if he turned around and had to smile and persuade her.

"I'm not coming back? There is no banquet that never ends in this world. It's just a separation that takes place. It's not a lifetime of no sight. Come and I'll give you a shit!" Chen Ang handed over a corner of silk cloth.

Qu Feiyan suddenly snatched her hands, turned her head and loosened the reins in her hand, pinched the silk cloth handkerchief tightly, suppressing her emotions, pretending to be calm, "Then you go! Remember to come to find me!"

Chen Ang pondered for a moment, smiled bitterly, and asked, "You have to pack the medical books I gave you. When you arrive in the big town, you will find a bookstore to help me publish it all over the world. In the future, if any troubles are there for those monsters and monsters, you don't have to worry about it, so naturally someone will deal with it!"

Seeing that the girl was still depressed, Chen Ang had to continue, "You can collect the redemption books collected by all walks of life, and you can also help me collect them! You can use the money I left to build a large library, and don't prohibit people from borrowing them. When the day your library is built, I will definitely come back to read the books!"

Qu Feiyan's tightly squeezed the handkerchief loosened. She turned her head and still looked weird. She stuck out her tongue at Chen Ang, making a face and said, "I understand, I'm sending a ghost. Go away! I'm just kidding you!"

Chen Ang shook his head with a wry smile, pulled the horse away, disappeared into the afterglow of the evening sun.

As his figure gradually faded away, the sound of horse hooves became farther and farther away, tears suddenly burst out from Qu Feiyan's smiling face. The blue phoenix beside him leaned over silently and pressed her into his heart. A depressing cry gradually spread.

The sun gradually moved westward, leaving only a trace of residual clouds in the sky.

On the official road outside Jiangling City, in an old pavilion for pedestrians to rest, dozens of people were wearing torches and sat around the ground. Among them, an old man with an ancient face suddenly slapped the ground and said angrily: "The group of dogs and dogs in the Songshan School cannot do any small things well? Go and ask, has Chen Ang really left the city at dusk?"

An old man with a burly figure and a beard like iron flashed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Elder Bao is not panicked. I believe that the man is already on the road. The net of heaven and earth has been set up by our God Cult around him. No matter where he goes, he cannot escape from our palms!"

Another middle-aged woman had a gloomy face and said undeniably: "That man has such a powerful skill. He has a sword to suppress both good and evil. Even in the Divine Sect, he has taken his own way. Not to mention anything else, the sad and refreshing breeze is not something to deal with, so be careful!"

Elder Bao waved his hand and said indifferently: "Sanniang is too worried. The leader specially sent the miracle doctor Ping to help us. This trouble is not worth worrying. There are so many of us here, are you still afraid that he will be a junior?"

He said sneered, "It was the cowardly people of the Wuyue Sword Sect that made Shu Zi famous! When he fell into our hands, Ping Yizhi asked about the prescriptions of Bei Su Qingfeng and Sansi Nao Shen Pills, which was a great achievement!"

Sang Sanniang raised her head, looked at him with a burning gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Elder Bao, be careful of your words!"

Elder Bao knew that he had made a mistake and quickly shut up and stopped mentioning the Sansi Nao Shenwan. After Dongfang Bubai was in charge of the position of leader of the sect, he had been abandoning his academic affairs and living in seclusion on the Black Wood Cliff. This made his subordinates feel moved and he didn't take him seriously. If Dongfang Bubai hadn't had a peerless martial arts skills and a group of loyal people like Tong Baixiong, Elder Bao would have tried to attack him long ago.

The sound of horse hooves of "Deer Deer" approached, and everyone in the pavilion stood up alertly and looked at the side of the official road. Elder Bao's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Our people did not send any messages, please be careful!"

On the official road in the sky, a horse walked forward slowly in a slash. A young man with a leisurely expression was carrying a long sword and straddled his slanted on the saddle, looking at them with a smile.

The last trace of the twilight at dusk also disappeared in the horizon. The sky suddenly became dim. A cluster of swaying lights hung on the back of the horse. The tall and tall horse of the divine horse stopped and dived the ground uneasily. Chen Ang pulled up its reins and pulled it slightly to calm it down.

He smiled and looked at the few people in the pavilion. On the official road of Jiangling City, it was probably the time when the late returners in the countryside rushed back to the city. At dusk and dusk, the farmers and passers-by hurried forward, which was really a comfortable and warm scene.

But now, there are only a group of people from the world full of evil spirits standing in the middle of this official road.

Chen Ang was not a person who liked to kill, but when he saw the Demon Cult dragging the body of a passerby back late and abandoning it to the side of the road, he couldn't help but let the sword get blood stained.

Although he was smiling now, his eyes were cold.

"Chen Ang, what did you do to our disciples of the Divine Cult?" Elder Bao shouted fiercely, and suddenly his body rushed out like a black panther. In his agile and agile place, there was no trace of coarseness. His body as heavy as a bear, running like this will bring a great visual impact to people.

Chen Ang Yougao looked at him with his head tilted, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more inexplicable. He asked slowly: "Are you going to ambush Chen here? Do you want to say secrets? But you stand in the middle of the avenue, do you want to make it blatant? He sent someone to intercept the passersby, which made Chen a little puzzled?"

Elder Bao threw himself in front of him and suddenly laughed, "You said those pedestrians? Yes, in order to prevent them from leaking the news, it was my disciples of the Divine Cult that were dealt with!"

"But those people are just some innocent people! If you want to hide, how can they find it? But you sit in the middle of the road casually, not doing any concealment at all, but killing people for the sake of secrets. This is really hard for me to imagine!" Chen Ang's eyes were clear, as if they were a little confused.

Elder Bao snorted coldly, without answering, but with the others, he surrounded Chen Ang. Chen Ang saw his spotless clothes and neatly tidied up the ornaments, and suddenly couldn't help but sigh.

"In Chen's eyes, life is an extremely wonderful thing, just like a ray of soil in the morning breeze. Even an unknown ordinary person should have a voice that is a flower next to the road, blooming brilliantly and brilliantly in a place where no one knows it." Chen Ang ignored their little movements and turned his eyes into the distance.

"Chen is suffering from a strange disease, which makes it difficult to cry and laugh. Even if he is very happy and sad, his heart is only peaceful. He always feels that one day he will not care about all kinds of true feelings and hardships in this world. He is like a stubborn stone of plants and trees, neither happy nor sad, and immortal!"

Chen Ang's face calmed down, and he suddenly turned around and asked them.

"Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof? Can you feel the wonderful vitality of the buds slowly blooming in the spring breeze? Do you know that in the autumn breeze, there are often seeds, and the fragrance of wood leaves coming from distant mountains?"

"This is a question from a friend Chen who has been with for a long time. Chen also used it to remind himself to cherish life. Even if his heart is cold, he must maintain a trace of sincere kindness! It will not be..."

Chen Ang lowered his head and sneered: "You won't become a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately for the sake of clean clothes on his body!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword light suddenly rose.

Bao Dachu saw the most thrilling sword light in his life. He had seen Ren Woxing's attack, brave and fierce, with unparalleled momentum and unstoppable. He also saw Dongfang Bubai's strange sword technique, with many ghosts and evil intentions as charming as if they were charming.

But these are not as good as Chen Ang's sword.

That kind of brilliance as bright as life, with a weak but tough temperament, as if it were the paleest and warmest emotions in the world. This is not a swordsmanship, but a kind of persistence and touch, which originates from the humble and greatest human nature.

Chen Ang's pupils were already blue, but unlike the past, which was like the thousand-year-old ice, they lost the profound rationality and calmness. They were as gentle as the sea, calm but surging with vitality, a faint, but indeed existing emotion was contained in his eyes.

The first time, when Chen Ang turned on the overclocking state, he was more like a person than a god who was in the sky.

Little by little, the blood drooped from Chen Ang's sword tip and dripped onto the ground. Bao Dachu and others covered their throats with difficulty, with a daze in their eyes. Bao Dachu whimpered hoarsely, and a little bit of blood oozed out between the fingers of his left hand. He grabbed the sky weakly with his right hand and hung down weakly.

Chen Ang walked past them with his steps. Wherever he said, all the demon clans retreated one after another. They looked at Chen Ang nervously. As he approached step by step, the sword in his hand could not be held and fell down.
Chapter completed!