Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

The pain of She Xinyin continued to torment him, making him almost unbearable!

In the bottom of his heart, a demon is calling him to obey the "that demon" in his heart. As long as he obeys, there will be no more pain!

However, Wuming's earnest teachings were imprinted in his heart again, allowing him to maintain the last trace of clarity in his heart, so as not to fall into evil ways.

Therefore, his heart was very troubled.

"Chi'er, come in when you come back! What are you hesitating outside the door,'. At this moment, a voice sounded in Jian Chen's ear. The voice seemed to be far away, but it was incomparably clear.

Jian Chen raised his head, but saw Wuming wearing a blue shirt in the corridor of Zhonghua Pavilion, looking at him with a faint smile on his face.

The light in Wuming's eyes is extraordinarily bright, like two stars, and like two mirrors, which can reflect the deepest darkness in Jian Chen's heart, making Jian Chen feel extremely uneasy.

"Yes,'. Jian Chen lowered his head and walked towards the Zhonghua Pavilion.

At this moment, the clarity in his eyes completely disappeared, and the heroic sword in his hand was unprecedentedly dim, and the aura of grandeur seemed to be dissipated at this moment.

Leaning on the railing, Wuming looked at the horizon, sighed leisurely, slowly lifted his erhu, and pulled it leisurely.

Outside the Zhonghua Pavilion, the sound of erhu reverberated for a long time.

Jian Chen is making tea, his movements are very slow, even a little trembling!

"Chen'er, your heart is in a mess, 'Yiqu has died, Wuming hangs up the erhu again, and calmly said, 'This time you were born, what happened to you?'"

Jian Chen's body trembled slightly and said, 'Second son Li is dead. "

Wuming nodded: 'This, I have heard your senior Lang say, the number of days dictates, the manpower is hard to beat, you don't need to be overly persistent. ',

Jian Chen nodded, picked up the tea on the table, presented it to Wuming, and said: 'Father Coin, drink tea. "

In Wuming's eyes, a faint light flickered, he looked at Jian Chen and smiled slightly: '.Today, your heart is very restless. "

Jian Chen's body began to tremble and tremble slightly, the light in his eyes flickered uncertainly, but he finally returned to silence and did not speak any more.

"Since it's the tea you served, the teacher will naturally drink it," Wuming sighed softly, his eyes dimmed a little, and he slowly picked up the tea in the cup and drank it.

The moment Wuming Jiang drank all the tea in his cup, Jian Chen's eyes seemed to regain a trace of clarity: ', Master Coin, Second Master, don't drink it!"

Hearing Jian Chen's words, Wuming's eyes showed a hint of relief.

However, the tea has been eaten

"Senior brother, since everyone has come to my Zhonghua Pavilion, why don't you just come upstairs,'. Wuming slowly put down the teacup and said indifferently.

Under the Zhonghua Pavilion, there was a wild laughter, and Jue Xin and Po Jun walked side by side to the Zhonghua Pavilion, looking at Wuming's eyes, full of ridicule.

"I really saw it right," Po Jun looked at Wuming, his eyes full of contempt, '. You are still the same as you were back then, empathy is a flaw that you can't get rid of in your life.Because of this flaw, you failed to defeat me back then and got the ten thousand swords to return to the ancestors, but now it is still because of this.

A flaw, you are willing to drink the poisoned tea served by your apprentice. "

·,', 'Second for flowers ·…

"You bastard, what are you fighting me for!"

Jian Chen's eyes were full of annoyance. At this time, he had temporarily regained all his clarity and understood that he had harmed his own master: ', Father Coin, you two, you know my disciple...

Wuming smiled slightly: '.You grew up as a teacher, how can you hide it from being a teacher. "

"Senior brother, now that I've drank the poisonous tea, Chen'er is useless to you," Wuming said calmly, "so, help him get rid of the things on his body!"

Po Jun smiled smugly and said: '.No hurry, no hurry, I want you to come back to the Sword Sect with me, finish the battle that was inconclusive in the past, and let Kou Wanjian Guizong be born again!"

Wuming shook his head: "I have quit the arena and will not duel with you again."

Slowly walking to the side of the cabinet, Wuming took out a small cloth bag and said: 'This is the half-handled 'FP. key' that my master gave me back then. Go back to the Sword Sect to get it!"

There was a hint of anger on Po Jun's face: "Humph! Ten thousand swords return to the sect, I must get it, but defeating you in the sword sect is also the long-cherished wish of my life!"

Wuming's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a long time, he looked at Jianchen: "If I lose, are you willing to relieve Chen'er from the pain?"

"No, if you win, I will save him. If you lose, both you and him will die!" Po Jun, who is well aware of the nameless mind and temperament, sneered. The trash, I want you to use all your strength to fight with Lao Tzu!"

Wuming face began to smile bitterly: ', brother currency, why are you doing this!"

"Don't you want to do it with me? Well, I'll tell you another secret," Po Jun slowly walked to Wuming's side and patted Wuming's shoulder, 'In other words, you were not always curious about killing your wife back then Who is the greatest enemy of ? To tell you the truth! That

It's me, it's me!"

"What!" Hearing Po Jun's words, Wuming's eyes suddenly turned red, "What did you say, you said Xiaoyu Er Xiaoyu was killed by you!"

Chapter [-]: Heavenly Sword Defeat (First)

Few people know why Wuming suddenly disappeared when the limelight was at its peak.Many people firmly believe that Wuming is not dead, but just retired.

But few people know what is the reason for Wuming's retirement and no longer getting involved in the grievances and grievances on the rivers and lakes.

In fact, it's just because of the word "love"!

Love is one of the most difficult things to figure out, often unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Wuming loved his wife Xiaoyu deeply, but when he went out to meet the challenges of others in the arena, his wife was killed.

He always thought that the one who killed his wife was the enemy he provoked, so he felt extremely guilty all the time, and because of this, he was tired of martial arts and quit the disputes.

For decades, Wuming has never given up looking for his wife and murderer, but the matter of '[-] has never progressed.