Years ago.

Wushan.

wasteland.

The heavy rain washed the land hard. He lay on the ground and looked at the gray sky, allowing the rain to wash the scars on his body.

In order to escape from marriage, he had to travel around the world and accidentally broke into this place.

It is not close to people and the damp heat is unbearable. Only the Sheath tribe members who came here to avoid chaos in the previous dynasty. They were originally regarded as evil people who covet sheath blood by Sheath tribe, and they would be killed without any hesitation. But just as the Sheath tribe was about to hold a saint's ascension ceremony. In order not to let his dirty and nameless blood destroy the saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint's saint'

But in his opinion, this so-called "holy" was just a pedantic joke made by God and the innocent man who was chosen as a saint.

In the face of this unfairness, he drew his sword.

But he thought that the sword in his hand could wipe out everything.

However, it was unexpected that in the Central Plains, the blood of the sword sheath that caused the sword to soar, could in turn weaken the opponent's sword.

If there is a Sheath tribe who helps you, then one day, wouldn’t you easily win the world’s number one swordsmanship?

The Sheath tribe members are really hidden and hiding dragons and hiding tigers.

But at this moment, he heard footsteps coming from not far away.

"It's over, I'm afraid I'll have to explain it today." The boy smiled bitterly. Unexpectedly, the isolated sheath clan also understood the principle of "cutting off the roots". He closed his eyes helplessly and quietly waited for the arrival of death.

But the pain he had made plans to meet did not appear.

Even the rain that fell on his face was gone.

Instead, a female voice came.

"What does the world outside Wushan look like? Take me to see it."

He opened his eyes and was stunned, "Are you that saint?"

The girl who was holding the banana leaves to shelter from the rain also looked down at him, her eyes full of expectations and yearning, "I'm here to see you."

The saying "I'm here to see you" is the beginning of the story.

It's also the end of the story.

Liu Zang's head lowered, and his expression solidified on his face.

Lin Huaiman held Liu Zangfeng's face and offset his forehead, and soon lost his breath.

Although the red beauty can make people grow flesh and blood, it is still a magical medicine. After taking it, it still needs to be adjusted slowly to ensure that the new blood and the old blood are blended. However, Lin Huaiman gave his blood at the first time, just to look at the boy he fell in love with at the last moment of his life, and to let his lover find his true self at the last moment of his life.

"Bi'er, you have to take revenge." The woman in Maple raised her head and faced the south, saying loudly.

Gusu, Hanshan Temple.

A one-armed nun, led by the abbot Ruhui, was closing her eyes and chanting the scriptures.

The two high incense sticks inserted in front of the one-armed nun suddenly fell a wisp of incense ashes. The one-armed nun actually noticed it, stopped chanting scriptures, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ruhui also stopped, "Is there any trouble?"

The one-armed nun shook her head, "Never."

Ru Hui continued to ask, "That's it?"

The one-armed nun sighed, "I suddenly remembered a dream I had a few days ago. In that dream, two little girls and their parents were rippling in the willows. The older one was playing kites in the spring breeze, but he shouted that his father would teach her to practice swords, while the younger one was practicing piano under the knees of his mother."

Ruhui smiled, "It's indeed a warm scene."

The one-armed nun's tears suddenly flowed down, "But, I don't have a chance to see it again."

Ru Hui was stunned, "But the person in the dream has passed away?"

The one-armed nun wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at her empty left sleeve, "No matter whether she has passed away or not, she can't go back."

Ru Hui lowered her head slightly and shouted the Buddha's name lightly: "Amitabha."

Yinglongtai.

altar.

"Not everyone can go back to the past before death. This is also considered to be a great kindness for you." Mo Wendong suddenly said, "If my death can take me back to the past, then I will never have any attachment to this world."

Cuiyun Pin.

Luo Feiyu and Ling Jianqiu were still holding swords to each other.

But both of them closed their eyes for no reason, and the sword on their bodies disappeared without a trace when they closed their eyes.

"No more fight?" someone said in confusion.

"No. They are still fighting." Gongsun Shilian said in a deep voice.

Bai Chengzhou said in a daze: "What?"

Gongsun Shilan explained: "Thoughts against swords."

Everyone present was shocked. Thoughts against swords are often the way for those senior sword masters to show off. It is said that they do not need to draw a sword when they meet. As long as they look at each other, they can face a sword in their consciousness, and use this to determine which one is stronger and which one is weaker. But these two people are so young!

"Sword Purpose, Sword Heart Purpose." A swordsman murmured.

"Since they are all Mo Jinshu's disciples, this must be an immortal book." Another swordsman showed greed, "This legendary immortal book is indeed exquisite."

Gongsun Shilan obviously did not care about these malicious whispers, but stared at the duel between Luo Feiyu and Ling Jianqiu. She was also a famous swordsman in the world, and her perception of this idea of ​​sword energy was different from that of ordinary people.

What she saw was that Luo Feiyu had thousands of swords, which were complicated and none of them were the same. It was like leaves with different patterns on a tree.

What she saw was Ling Jianqiu with only one sword, and this sword was as simple as a leaf, but the vastness of this sword was as if it was impossible to see Mount Tai.

"Does the master Gongsun, do you care so much?" Bai Chengzhou, who was beside her, asked. His tone was already very weak. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of true energy just now to suppress the heavy rain of the "bird" hidden weapon.

"The opportunity is rare." Gongsun Shilan answered briefly.

Bai Chengzhou looked at her increasingly nervous expression and shook his head with a smile, "The spring heart is rippling, but care is chaotic."

Gongsun Shilian suddenly shouted: "Not good!"

Luo Feiyu gritted his teeth, and suddenly opened his eyes as if he was facing a great enemy. Then he hurriedly withdrew his sword and took several steps, vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood. Gongsun Shilian fled forward and supported him.

"Heart meridians and heart meridians. All things have the heart first and then the meridians." Ling Jianqiu also slowly opened his eyes, "Junior brother, you have been defeated."

Luo Feiyu smiled bitterly, "I had known that I wouldn't be lazy when practicing swords."

"If you use the sword you took from Quandu Gushan to fight me, you can at least last for half an incense stick." Ling Jianqiu said calmly, "After all things are not disturbed, and the power of my sword heart will not deter it."

Luo Feiyu looked at the sword on the ground and sighed: "Fate."

"He is not close to you, but he is just a monarch in charge of the world." Ling Jianqiu looked at Emperor Jingyang not far away, "Why are you?"

Luo Feiyu just said, "It's all my fault for this fate."
Chapter completed!