Jian Shuxuan looked at Miss Ning with a complicated expression and said softly: "If we take action, he won't have to die."

Miss Ning said lightly: "His life has come to an end. If we do not take action, he will die. He just wants to leave something in the world before the soul returns to the Daotian. We are people outside his world, and we are not qualified or capable of changing."

Now, it's too late to say anything.

Even if they took action before the battle began, they could not change anything.

Because this is the established ending of Lu Qingchan, it has nothing to do with whether Feng Zhengyang comes to Baihong Town or not. The appearance of Feng Zhengyang only allowed Lu Qingchan to go to another world one day earlier.

Miss Ning, Jian Shuxuan, and Xiao Zhinan, are just coincidentals who witnessed this scene, and are pure bystanders.

Perhaps Li Mengzhou is not a very pure bystander, but he does not have the ability to change anything.

In other words, even if Lu Qingchan can survive at this moment, he will still die tomorrow, and it is meaningless to do anything at this time.

The rain floating in the night sky is slowly stagnating.

The crystal raindrops appeared clearly before my eyes.

It was like crystals, reflecting the slightly depressed figure of Baihong Town and the town that was going out of the town.

Lu Qingchan's eyes became dull.

He kept handing the knife.

The broken robes swayed in the breeze, and the broken horns mixed into the rain.

Feng Zhengyang, who was only a few steps away from him, was breathing rapidly.

He looked at Lu Qingchan, with anger, sadness, loss, resentment, and many complex emotions entangled together.

It eventually turned into dullness.

"Lu Qingchan." He called out the name of the old man in green robe, "Actually, I admire you very much. Your mouth that can easily make people angry and unrestrained style, if I could be like you, I should be able to live a more relaxed life."

There was no trace of color in Lu Qingchan's dark eyes, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Feng Zhengyang looked at him and said, "It's just because of a magical power. I'll chase you for half a lifetime, and you'll hide for half a lifetime, but in the end I found that even without that magical power, I can still become very strong."

"We were evenly matched back then, but I was not as smart as you, so I could get the magical power. But in the half life I chased you, I basically spent 12 hours a day and I practiced hard for eleven and a half hours. As a result, I was evenly matched up with you who had practiced that magical power, and even slightly better than you."

"I don't know if you've been lazy for a long time. Although I have reached the peak of the fourth realm, I have spent a lifetime. Maybe I haven't had a few years to live. If I could practice magical powers and work hard enough, I'm probably already crossing the threshold of the fifth realm now."

"After saying that, I really don't need that magical power anymore. The mountain blocking the threshold of the Five Realms cannot be broken by a merely superior magical power. Otherwise, all the great monks on the mountain would have entered the Five Realms."

"But this seems to have become an obsession in my heart. I can't let it go. Now that the story has finally come to an end, I feel a little emotional. Maybe the beginning of the story is not like that, and I have never been so stubborn in my heart. And you can keep some virtue in your mouth, so we are likely to become friends."

Feng Zhengyang looked at Lu Qingchan, and his complex emotions gradually changed. He grinned slightly, blood poured out, but he didn't care. He just smiled and said, "But there is no if in the world. The story is over, but this obsession has not yet ended. The ending of the story is not perfect, and there should be an extra episode."

"Even if I no longer need that magical power, I still want to get it. Perhaps that magical power is really no longer in your hands, and I will never believe that you will exchange magical powers for roast chicken. I think it must be in the hands of your disciple. I will find him and let your good disciple accompany you on the road of the underworld."

The sound of wind and rain is very complicated.

Feng Zhengyang's voice was very soft.

But Lu Qingchan did not express his meaning.

Because he could no longer hear these sounds.

He just stood there quietly, but his soul had already returned to the Daotian.

The pouring rain poured on Lu Qingchan's body, and the bright light shone in the night sky. His body stood straight, and there was no external object to bend his waist.

Feng Zhengyang kept coughing blood. Although Lu Qingchan's sword failed to take him away, it obviously caused Feng Zhengyang to suffer a lot of injuries. If he had not been a practitioner, such an old man would have been so terrifying that he would have been coughing blood.

He ignored Lu Qingchan's isolated figure anymore. Even though he was seriously injured, he had no intention of leaving. He raised his legs and walked into Baihong Town.

Miss Ning and Jian Shuxuan watched Feng Zhengyang disappearing from the street, and then looked at the standing Lu Qingchan outside Baihong Town.

Miss Ning's expression was quite calm, but there was a very complicated emotion flashing under Jian Shuxuan's eyes.

......

Feng Zhengyang only knew that Lu Qingchan had taken over an apprentice, but he had never seen it before. It was not easy to find it in Baihong Town.

He could only rely on his familiarity with the breath of Lu Qingchan to perceive similar breaths. Only those who are relatively close can perceive this method of exploration.

Even the enemies know each other very well. There is a saying that is very good. The one who knows you the most is often your enemy.

But in fact, Feng Zhengyang and Lu Qingchan had not met for a long time, but he was still very clear about Lu Qingchan's aura. It was not easy, but it would not be difficult to sense the aura similar to Lu Qingchan in Baihong Town.

However, it is strange that Feng Zhengyang could not capture that breath.

On the contrary, under his perception, he was increasingly frightened.

There are really many cultivators in Baihong Town. Although there are very few cultivators in the fourth realm, even if there are only one or two, it is enough to shock Feng Zhengyang.

Because those are all existences whose cultivation is not weaker than his.

Even in his heyday, he dared not say he was fearless, let alone he is seriously injured now.

During the battle with Lu Qingchan, Feng Zhengyang completely forgot about this matter.

Just because those very young cultivators in Baihong Town did not show up, Feng Zhengyang naturally would not take the initiative to provoke him, but when he was looking for Jing Sansan, he was locked in some sight.

Feng Zhengyang's body gradually became a little stiff.

In the quiet streets, the pouring rain seemed silent.

The crisp footsteps were particularly loud.

It was a woman holding a sword in a dark blue dress. Her face was cold and there was no emotion in her eyes. She just stood there and looked at him quietly.

Feng Zhengyang was already sweating profusely. Although he was covered in rain, his mood was really hard to say, and his voice was also a little trembling, "Sword Cultivator?"

Sword cultivator from the mountain.

Except for the great sword cultivators who crossed the fourth realm, Feng Zhengyang would not take those little sword cultivators seriously, but the great sword cultivators from the fourth realm on the mountain are also young juniors, and their cultivation level is comparable to that of him. How could Feng Zhengyang not panic?

Facing sword cultivators in the same realm, he can't get any advantage. It has nothing to do with age or anything.

Feng Zhengyang had a pale face and nodded slightly to the woman holding the sword opposite him. He turned around a little stiffly and walked straight outside Baihong Town.

He didn't need to find out why there were four-level great sword cultivators blocking the road. He only knew one thing. It was impossible to find Lu Qingchan's disciple for the time being. So what he could do was leave as soon as possible.

Li Mengzhou walked in the streets and alleys, looked at the woman holding the sword, and whispered: "That's all I can help them."

The great sword cultivator who blocked Feng Zhengyang's way was Xiao Zhinan. She looked at Li Mengzhou indifferently without saying a word.

When Feng Zhengyang's figure swept past the corpse of Lu Qingchan standing outside Baihong Town again, he did not pause, and his steps disappeared into the mountains and fields on a rainy night.

In a moment, a young man also appeared here.

......

The next morning.

The rain stopped.

The mountains and fields were covered with water. For ordinary people, they did not know what happened last night, and for some practitioners with weak cultivation, they did not dare to discuss it.

But there was a new grave in a forest somewhere outside Baihong Town.

Jing Sansan knelt in front of the grave, his eyes were a little red and swollen, but his expression was extremely cold.

Li Mengzhou looked at Jing Sansan's back and whispered: "What are you going to do next?"

Jing Sansan's voice was not filled with any emotion, "Take revenge."

Li Mengzhou said: "You can't beat Feng Zhengyang. Even if you and I join forces, including Senior Lu, the three of us will still be dead when facing Feng Zhengyang."

It seems that the gap between Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang is not big, but for Li Mengzhou and Jing Sansan, even if it is just a slight gap, they are not qualified to fill it. After all, the difference in realms is too big.

"I can't beat it now." Jing Sansan stood up, looked back at Li Mengzhou, and said in a deep voice: "But I will practice harder and make myself stronger. Even if he is the Taoist Heaven, I will kill him."

Li Mengzhou was silent for a moment and said, "I also have a person who vowed to kill, and it is also difficult to kill. Feng Zhengyang is just a person. Fortunately, the person I want to kill has a very powerful force. I will also kill him at all costs. So I will not advise you anything. I just hope that you can know how to endure and draw your sword against Feng Zhengyang when you are strong enough, otherwise you will fail."

Feng Zhengyang is already very old and is seriously injured this time. If Jing Sansan cannot practice to the peak of the fourth realm as soon as possible, perhaps Feng Zhengyang will be buried in the soil without waiting for him to take revenge.

If Jing Sansan has enough patience and can wait for Feng Zhengyang to fail, and then show up and kill him, it will not be impossible.

It is precisely because Jing Sansan is not so patient and he is not allowed to directly climb to the peak of the fourth realm in time. However, after this incident, Jing Sansan was able to suppress his sitting in the shop and eat meat, which is enough to show that this incident not only had a blow to him, but also had an impact on his mood.

Sansan likes to eat meat, but he doesn’t have the money to buy meat, so he can only eat peanuts.

That was Lu Qingchan's last battle in the world.

It was the only time that Jing Sansan heard Lu Qingchan’s words.

It was also the first time he ate meat to the fullest.

Li Mengzhou looked at Jing Sansan's back as he left Baihong Town.

Some are lonely, some are lonely, and some are determined.

The story of Lu Qingchan and Feng Zhengyang has not really come to an end, because Jing Sansan is still alive and he is holding a knife in his hand.

Li Mengzhou did not guess the direction of Jing Sansan's story, because when he returned to Baihong Town, Jian Shuxuan was waiting for him outside the town.

Although the rain stopped, the wetness in the mountains was very heavy.

The road looks quite muddy.
Chapter completed!