Under the guidance of Huang Tianjiao, Ye Fei walked through the five-layer courtyard and came to the Fengbo Pavilion in the back mountain.
The pavilion was built near the cliff, almost half suspended in the air, with the surging river water at its feet. The wind was strong and the water was fast, giving people the feeling of the sky being high and the clouds being vast.
At this moment, sitting in a pavilion of more than ten square meters, was a fair-skinned middle-aged man, wearing white clothes and black hat as always, giving people a feminine feeling.
He was sitting on a stone bench with a guzheng in front of him.
On both sides of the pavilion, there were several men and women in rich clothes standing, each of them respectful, they were either guards or confidants.
At the same time, Ye Fei discovered that in the darkness of the back garden, there were many powerful auras, and there were obviously many secret guards.
Seeing the fair-skinned man, Huang Tianjiao took a step forward and said, "Huang Tianjiao has met the president."
She tried her best to keep her tone calm, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably. In addition to holding the head in her hand, there was also the pressure of nine thousand years.
Nine Thousand Years Old didn't make a sound, he just stretched out his white fingers and gently touched the guzheng in front of him.
"Zheng——" A sharp string sound went straight into Ye Fei's ears, and Jiu Qiansui's whole body instantly became sharp.
The entire Fengbo Pavilion seemed to be filled with cold murderous intent because of his zheng music, causing Huang Tianjiao and several of his relatives to tremble.
"When you stay in the sun, the earth is scorching and the heaven and earth are dizzy."
Break the bridge of firewood, light the fire, and sigh for the remnants."
"There will be no end to the yellow sand and there will be no more defeated generals than the remaining soldiers."
As the tune of "Ambush from Flying Daggers" continued to play, the air flow continued to flow into the Fengbo Pavilion, making the air in the pavilion become invisible and chilly.
The nine-thousand-year-old man is dressed in fluttering white clothes. His long hair is untied and fluttering in the wind. A pale face is looming among the floating hair.
But his eyes were like the stars in the night sky, filled with endless killing and indifference.
"Listen to the shrill frosty wind at night, the stars are shining brightly, the moon is flying in the sky, the pipa is playing the harp music, and the sounds of nature are filled with the sound of drums and drums."
"Hang Yu was ambushed and imprisoned from all directions, and he finally defeated the overlord's soldiers in hundreds of battles. The fisherman sighed when he stopped his boat and refused to cross. He lived as a hero and died as a hero."
Nine Thousand Years Old's movements were getting faster and faster, piercing his heart and soul more and more.
Each finger seems to be playing the drumbeat of the breath of heaven and earth.
The faces of Huang Tianjiao and others also became paler and paler, with more and more sweat on their foreheads. In the end, they couldn't stop closing their eyes, looking indescribably uncomfortable.
Ye Fei also seemed to be in a bloody battlefield. His comrades, lover, and horses all died, and he was at the end of his rope.
Living in an ignoble manner is worse than killing him with a knife... Thoughts kept rising in Ye Fei's mind, and his emotions were constantly influenced by the guzheng, and an indescribable sadness filled his heart.
Never surrender, never kneel down! Live as a hero, and die as a ghost! Kill yourself, kill yourself, a voice in my heart is screaming.
"Ding——" Ye Fei flashed the Fish Gut Sword out of control.
That sharpness made his bloodthirsty heart even more intense.
But the coldness of the sword also shocked Ye Fei's mind, and his gradually addictive emotions were suddenly awakened.
He suddenly felt that he had fallen into an extreme danger without even realizing it.
"Ding——" "Ding... Ding Ding..." At this moment, the nine-thousand-year-old fingers changed, their fingertips moved faster, and the strings jumped sharply.
The sound of gold, the sound of drums, the sound of swords and crossbows, the sound of shouts, and the sound of men and horses escaping from the sky all shot out like a rainbow from the fingertips.
Forming the camp! Playing and playing! Pointing out the generals! Forming the formation! Fighting! In the last beat, Jiu Qiansui picked the string with one finger and stroked it with his finger.
A fallen leaf instantly shattered, and then was wrapped in air currents and shot toward Ye Fei.
Fast and hard, like a flying sword.
Huang Tianjiao and the others felt a kind of despair that they couldn't breathe, and they couldn't help but feel horrified.
Ye Fei had regained his clarity. He shouted lowly when he saw this, took a step forward, and slashed the fish intestines forward.
"Bang——" Ye Fei's chop hit directly in the middle of the broken leaves.
With a muffled sound, most of the broken leaves flew away.
But Ye Fei was also shaken back a few steps, his clothes were flying and his face was pale.
The momentum of the remaining broken leaves did not diminish, turning into a thin needle and shooting towards Ye Fei.
"Bang——" Ye Fei struck out with another sword without hesitation.
There was another muffled sound, and the airflow wrapped in broken leaves completely collapsed and turned into a pile of powder falling to the ground.
Ye Fei stopped walking.
His blood boiled and he almost vomited blood, but he still held it back.
"bite!"
At this moment, Jiu Qiansui retracted his finger, and all the fighting and killing intent instantly dissipated.
The entire Fengbo Pavilion became calm again.
Huang Tianjiao and the others also woke up from the illusion, opened their eyes and looked at the two of them blankly.
They had no idea what was going on.
"good."
Jiu Qiansui raised his head, looked at Ye Fei and smiled softly: "Although he received some help, his mind is as determined as steel. No wonder his skills have reached such a high level at such a young age."
"Ye Fei, I am really looking forward to your future achievements."
He made no secret of his love for Ye Fei.
Several close friends were shocked when they saw this. They never expected that Jiu Qiansui had such high hopes for Ye Fei and was so doting on him.
You know, among the 300,000 disciples of the Martial Alliance, there are all kinds of young talents, and there is no shortage of both civil and military talents, but no one has ever been looked upon by the 9,000-year-old.
The top ten Tianjiao every year, such as talented children like Xue Ruyi, are only nine thousand years old, and the word "good" is neither salty nor indifferent.
They couldn't help but re-examine Ye Fei.
Huang Tianjiao was even more confused. She thought that Jiu Qiansui would punish Ye Fei when they met, or at least scold him, but unexpectedly, his face was full of appreciation.
Ye Fei calmed down and said, "Thank you, President, for your approval."
Jiu Qiansui picked up a cup of tea: "How are you preparing for Nanling?"
Ye Fei looked at Nine Thousand Years Old: "Half of it has been solved, and the whole mess will be cleared up soon."
Nine Thousand Years Old smiled softly and said: "You didn't even leave Zhonghai, how could you solve half of it?"
He stood up and put the tea cup into Ye Fei's hand, and reached out to flick off the blood on his collar.
"I killed Nangong Xiong's family."
Ye Fei's tone was calm: "Without this stabbing person in the back, the endgame of Nanling would not be worth mentioning at all."
As soon as the words came out, the expressions of several of his cronies changed dramatically, and they looked at Ye Fei and the head he threw next to him in disbelief.
It was Nangong Xiong.
They never expected that Nangong Xiong, who was chatting and laughing with them half an hour ago, would now be in a different place.
No wonder Ye Fei was favored by Nine Thousand Years Old, his viciousness and viciousness were so similar.
"very good."
Jiu Qiansui stared at Ye Fei and smiled: "I'm waiting for news about your promotion in Longdu."
He didn't even look at Nangong Xiong, and he didn't care about his death, as if it was just a dog that died.
Ye Fei looked determined: "I will not let the president down."
However, before he finished speaking, he subconsciously stopped.
Ye Fei looked at the way he came.
Jiu Qiansui also smiled faintly: "I didn't expect that it would be so late and there would be distinguished guests visiting."
As the words fell, figures flashed, and countless disciples of the Martial Alliance appeared from the darkness.
At the same time, a powerful momentum came from not far away and enveloped everyone in the pavilion.
An old man in gray clothes carrying a red sword came into Ye Fei's field of vision.
