Chapter 50: Sad Son

The wounded man continued to say, "The little surname is Chuan, whose name is against the current. Recently, he was driven out by his parents. After wandering, he strayed here. For a moment, he was sad and unbearable, so he used the flute to express his feelings. Since I was a child, the sound of my flute has been criticized by people. My parents really couldn't stand it, so they drove me out of the house. I didn't expect that the chivalrous man could still listen to it for a long time. It's hard to find a bosom friend. The chivalrous man probably has sadness in his heart, so he will resonate with him, right? Speaking of this, the river is backflow and depressed and tearful.

Chen Rufeng poohed a few times and said to himself, "If I hadn't been disturbed by your flute, I would be very happy now!" Seeing that the river was so sad that he couldn't bear to leave for a while, he stayed for a while to talk to him.

"In this case, why do you play these sad tunes?"

The river's mouth is full of depression and difficult to express. Wang Tianxing sighed, "I... I'm sad from the bottom of my heart, and it's hard to break! I was even called the 'sad son' in my hometown, saying that I was sad all day long, but I was really helpless!"

Chen Rufeng was curious and asked, "Why are you so sad?"

Chuan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked at Chen Rufeng like those poor poor girls, as if they were trying to win the mercy of others. "One, I don't know why, this is sad, this is one sadness; second, no one can understand my sadness, this is two sorrow; finally, I can't put aside this kind of sadness, this is three sorrows!"

Speaking of this, tears seeped down from the corners of the river's eyes, and I couldn't speak anymore.

Chen Rufeng was greatly puzzled. The three sorrows mentioned by the Sichuan countercurrent can be said to be mysterious and inexperable. He felt a little bored to find trouble. He secretly looked at the Sichuan countercurrent. If this person did not have extraordinary great wisdom, he would be a fool with a problem with his head.

Looking at the sky, I found that I had been struggling here for more than half a day and delayed a lot of foot journeys. I only felt that continuing to talk against the river was like falling into a bottomless pool and could no longer climb out. Just as he was about to say goodbye, Chuan countercurrent pulled his sleeve and asked him to listen to him play another song.

Chen Rufeng was bored and wanted to throw him away with one hand, but he felt that the wind around him was suddenly strong, and the original natural wind was a little more incongruous. Sichuan is proficient in rhythm, and his ear skills are certainly better than ordinary people. Hearing the abnormal sound, he suddenly loosened his hand and looked around with a little nervousness.

"What kind of good man is hiding his head and shrinking his tail? If you have the courage, you will come out and do it!" Chen Rufeng's voice was deafening, and his voice echoed between the green forest and mountain walls. His eyes searched everywhere. Although he knew that someone was hiding, he did not know where he was.

Three figures suddenly shot out of the forest. First, the bright light of three blades came first. It was extremely frightening, full of sharpness and murder, and there was no intention to keep it. They wanted to kill the enemy with one shot.

But Chen Rufeng's light skill is unparalleled in the world. At present, his body floats with the wind, and he only sees the electric green light shining charm, avoiding the joint attack of these three blades.

With his back against the mountain wall, his feet stepped on a stone platform, and the anger sword has been held in his hand. Chen Rufeng looked at the three people with a smile. Seeing that the three were covered, their eyes were fierce, and one of them was familiar with familiar eyes. There was a little coldness in his murder. He remembered that he had been assassinated by this person in the Tianfeng Gang that day. Looking at the long knife flowing cold light in his hand, he was more sure that he was the killer of the day.

"Are you from the Earth Film Club?"

The three of them were **, and without much to say, they continued to attack and fly out. The man with a silver knife is fierce. The failure to assassinate Chen Rufeng on that day has greatly damaged his reputation as the number one killer. His self-esteem is frustrated. Today, he vowed to wash away his shame and never stop killing Chen Rufeng.

The three people led by Li Jue organized a strong attack, and the three sides formed a siege. Chen Rufeng could not avoid the mountain wall at all, and could only take the attack of the three people. The two people other than Li Jue held a long sword and went straight down. The sword was strong and strong. Although they could not feel the fierceness of their momentum, it could be seen that these two should also be the killers of Tianzi No.1.

Chen Rufeng swept slowly in the air like a sword, and slowly swept away. The white light was like a wave, like throwing stones into the lake to cause ripples. The power of soft water spread out, and the sword spirit shook continuously. The two sword spirits were first lagging, and then they were absorbed and rebounded back to themselves. The two breaths turned the head of the gun and shot back quickly. The two were shocked and then urged the sword spirit to resist. As for Li Jue, he is smart. It is only a little slow to cut down with a knife, and some of the knife gas still bypassed the power of soft water and cut Chen Rufeng.

The angry wind sword pointed straight away, and the wind spit out from the tip of the sword like a knife, wiped out the knife gas, and then with the power of soft water outside to synthesize a roaring fierce spirit, like a water dragon rushing into the fierce chest like a dragon riding the wind.

Li Jue snorted coldly, and the long knife in his hand turned like a wheel, and the water tornado roar with the strong wind was immediately crushed by his blade.

The other two are hurriedly resisting the rebound of sword spirit. Although they are the number one killer of Tianzi with Li Jue, their martial arts skills are still not as good as Li Jue. Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Rufeng quickly got out of the encirclement of the three people. Although he has a slight advantage now, it has always been unprofitable for him to be in the bag for a long time.

After the three regrouped, Chen Rufeng was able to deal with it flexibly, and the erratic swords were used to the extreme. The arc of the sword wind appeared in the air, forcing the two people with swords not dare to approach. Only Li Jue held the knife to meet him, and the knife light flashed, and he hard connected with the angry wind sword. He only felt that Chen Rufeng's sword was very advanced. Although each sword was direct and simple, few flaws could be found. On the contrary, his sword spirit was controlled by the power of soft water, and he was unloaded everywhere. Instead, he had to be hit by his strength. After a few strokes, he directly made his wrist. Ma.

The angry sword suddenly cut, and Blue Man waved the real power like a storm with the movement of the sword, like a group of tigers roaring, shaking his body away, and his heart was extremely shocked. Recalling that night's battle, Chen Rufeng's skills were simply the difference between kittens and elephants compared with today's. He was still at a loss. He suddenly felt humiliated and greeted the two people next to him to attack together and vowed to kill Chen Rufeng on the spot.

At this time, the three attacked together was different from just now. They no longer scattered the package, but concentrated on one point. Chen Rufeng's sword front stabbed out a series of picks and paired with the three people's blades one after another. Fortunately, his erratic sword was fast and there was no trace of the sword, which barely resisted the three people's joint force.

Looking at Chen Rufeng's sweating profusely, he knew how to do it. At present, he strengthened the offensive, and the light cut wildly, and the strength of the knife responded to the situation, as if he had broken a few moonmarks in mid-air. After all, Chen Rufeng was unable to do it. The angry wind sword gradually stagnated, and the sword spirit split several pieces into rotating wind blades. However, at this time, Chen Rufeng's true spirit could not keep up, and those wind blades were split by a sharp knife.

The three people kept fighting against the river holding the bamboo flute. Seeing Chen Rufeng falling into the wind, they were immediately anxious. Chen Rufeng is at least his own confidant. He must not stand by and immediately picked up the bamboo flute and played the mourning sound. With the sound of the flute, the feeling of sadness comes with it, and the sadness turns for a long time, which makes people feel sad.

Except for Li Jue and Chen Rufeng, the other two are unresolute people. Hearing the sound of the flute, they suddenly felt a sense of pity for the same disease. There, inexplicable sadness surged in their hearts, and the sword in their hands also stopped. They were intoxicated with the sadness of the sound of the flute and could not pick it.

Chen Rufeng's pressure decreased, and the sword suddenly loosened. The tip of the sword moved forward like a little water. The wave light moved and stabbed out a gust of wind, as if a needle pierced into the long knife light, forcing the knife body back two inches. Li Jue didn't have time to take the knife in a hurry. On one side of his body, he pulled out Chen Rufeng's sword spirit.

The angry wind sword is inexcusable. Chen Rufeng stepped on the air, and the sword came out with him. The blue man gathered the sword, and the wind whirlled, just like a green dragon rushing to the fierce. Li Jue saw Chen Rufeng's fierce counterattack and thought that he couldn't cope with it. He also saw that the two killers fell into the confusion of the sound of the flute, and immediately woke them up in a loud anger. The two woke up like a dream and flew with a sword to help Li Jue deal with it.

Who knew that Sichuan smiled happily in the sadness of the current, kicked his feet to get up, and took the bamboo flute in his hand. The bamboo flute in his hand suddenly threw out against the current. The bamboo flute was transparent and stretched like green leaves in mid-air. It was fast and bright, and it was thrown straight at the two killers who stabbed Chen Rufeng with swords.

The two suddenly saw that the crisis was approaching, so they had to give up their help. The two swords went to the bamboo flute together. The sword was instantly powerful, as if they were taking off the arrow of the bow. But the bamboo flute was extremely strong. It rotated and flew to cut the two attacking swords vigorously, and hit the two swords several times in a row, and then it was willing to return to the master's hand. The two only felt that their palms were numb and their swords were biased.

The river countercurrent flew to the side before the two were ready to rectify, close their eyes, as if they had raised all the sadness in their hearts to their faces, and their faces became sad and melancholy, but the bamboo flute in his hand did not stagnate at all, and flexibly knocked them out one after another. The sadness was hidden in the bamboo flute, turning into a wisp of breeze and green floating shadow. The river against the current seemed to stand between the two and dance with a flute. The two hurriedly resisted against the sword, but were repelled by the bamboo flute several times and could not hurt him at all.

When Chen Rufeng saw that the river was holding back the two against the current, he was overjoyed and quickly raised his strength to break up with Li Jue. The angry wind sword turned around, attracting the white wave gas light like a winding spring, and the soft water forced in it did not dare to shake it. Chen Rufeng shouted angrily, and the angry wind sword pointed to the sky. The wind roared out and pushed this white flowing spring to open, and the dragon waved its tail and whipped fiercely.

Li Jue was shocked, and the faint light of the knife body rose to the extreme. He raised the knife to resist it. Suddenly, he felt that the power of soft water and the power of strong wind were perfectly integrated and poured down the knife body. In a hurry, he had to urge the true energy of his whole body to resist. He pushed the long knife up, and the white light was broken, and the fierce force was pushed straight to the ground by its anti-shock force. His feet fell fiercely. Suddenly, it was in severe pain, and it must be a fracture.

On that side, the river is fighting against two sword-wielding killers. The bamboo flute dances elegantly, contains rhythm and music, and the attack and defense are integrated. Although both of them are masters of Tianzi No. 1 and have many sword moves in the face of such difficult opponents, they have fallen on the rock-solid bamboo flute one after another.

"Withdraw!" Li Jue knew that his strength was exhausted, but there was little power left to fight. Hearing the shouting, a series of dain sword shadows in their hands. The river was able to prevent a dripping against the current. The action was extremely comfortable and responded to the heart, but the face did not remove the sadness, while beating and still lamenting.

Forced Sichuan to defend against the flow, and the two took the opportunity to get rid of him, pulled up with Li Jue and the three of them and rushed away.

Chen Rufeng grabbed a stone on the mountain with one hand and gasped. Chuan closed his eyes and nod his feet against the current. His robe and clothes rose with the wind, looked at the green bamboo flute, and stroked the flute with pity.

"You are good at martial arts!" Chen Rufeng jumped down and seemed to have consumed a lot of strength, so he did not catch up. In addition, the two sword-wielding killers still had spare strength, and there was no chance of catching up.

Looking at Chen Rufeng's eyes full of admiration, Chuan shook his head in a sad voice, "Where, the martial arts of the chivalrous man is far above me. If the person who has just played against the chivalrous man is against him, he will have no chance to win."

Looking at the river's eyes that have become turbid and godless again, it seems that he has lost interest in everything in the world, and there is only a little sadness and misery left. Chen Rufeng secretly shouted a few regrets in his heart, but such a person has a strange disease of spring and autumn.

Suddenly, an idea came out of Chen Rufeng's mind. For a moment, Chen Rufeng said to the river against the current, "Mr. Chuan, since you are homeless now, why don't you stay with my help for the time being? What will he plan to do next day?"

Chen raised his eyebrows against the current, and Chen Rufeng quickly made it clear: "I'm Chen Rufeng, the leader of Tianfeng's gang!"

"Oh, it turns out that Master Chen is intended to recruit. How can Chuan be favored by Master Chen? A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the river, and then turned into gloomy again.

Hearing Sichuan's countercurrent, Chen Rufeng secretly said in his heart that this man was not stupid. Hearing that the name of the Tianfeng Gang did not immediately agree, he wanted to appet him and know how to bargain.

"As long as the prince is willing to join my help, he will not be treated unfairly. All-inclusive food and accommodation, and silver will be distributed. Chen Rufeng said.

The river sighed gently against the current and put the bamboo flute in his sleeve. "As long as the master is willing to let me play the flute."

Hearing the conditions put forward by the river against the current, Chen Rufeng suddenly hesitated. The flute he played was extremely sad and easy to affect the morale of the middle school.

But talent is rare, and Chen Rufeng promised him first. Chuan was immediately happy when he heard it, but his sad face still couldn't be changed.