On the remaining bridge not far from Junshan.

"What a strong sword intent." Liu Yili murmured.

Ren Shaohua looked forward, "It's almost here."

Lan Chubi said nothing, but accelerated his pace.

Junshan, Gu Jingyao was stunned, "Big Dream?"

Luo Feiyu nodded, "The Great Dream of the Rivers and Lakes."

Everyone has their own dream of the world.

Some people are arrogant just to leave their own glory in Lin'an.

Someone sent a piano to the spring boudoir, and was infatuated by the willows waiting for the white clothes to return.

Someone dances with swords and sticks to the Pure Land in his heart with a century of ancestral teachings.

"Along the way, I have seen many people's dreams in the world." Luo Feiyu slowly walked forward with his sword. In the vast fields, there were weeds and wild flowers, and the dew that remained in the morning. Even the desolation that stretched for dozens of miles was scattered with sword intent.

Gu Jingyao murmured: "A dream in the world?"

"And my dream in the world is to do what I want to do!" Luo Feiyu waved his sword flower and added, "No one can stop me!"

I don’t know if this last sentence was said to the people in the Jianghu below or to themselves.

Lu Zhuxuan asked, "What should I do?"

Ye Buping said in a deep voice: "Watch the changes." Even he was helpless in the face of this sword painting in the sky.

"But what if I want to stop you?" Gu Jingyao suddenly asked something unknown.

"You can't, either." Luo Fei's sword flower suddenly stopped, leaving behind a afterimage.

Gu Jingyao kept swinging his palms in this sword shadow, but his palms were sharp and Luo Feiyu's swords were accelerated by one point. Each completely different swords were connected and embellished like ink, dazzled, rendering into a painting.

"Is this?" As Luo Feiyu said, Gu Jingyao was in the middle of these sword moves, as if he was in the martial arts world. There are many scenes in it, all of which were a dream he had once had.

Luo Feiyu knows it and can understand it.

Although he spent a long time with Ren Shaohua, in his opinion, Ren Shaohua was once the young master of Moshang and was always different from him. But in Gu Jingyao, he could see his own shadow.

They all love to drink; they all miss their beloved women for a lifetime; they are trapped in the past; they are all born with grievances and are given the reputation of being a devil; they are all the same, yearning for the world.

Gu Jingyao also withdrew his palm and watched the "jianghu" pass by like a sudden glance.

"My sword is called Jianghu. If your beloved girl cannot take you to see Jianghu, we will take you to see!" Luo Feiyu took back the sword panting and suddenly shouted: "You said yes, Brother Ren!"

"Yes." She fell to the ground at the foot of the mountain in white.

Qiu Rumeng said, "Who is this person?"

"Young Master of Fenghua Sect, Young Master Mo Shang." Lu Zhuxuan from Youhuang Sect in Jiangnan said slowly.

"I didn't come for Fenghua Sect." Ren Shaohua interrupted him.

Ye Buping frowned, "That's that?"

Ren Shaohua picked up the folding fan and pointed at the mountain, "For them."

Lu Zhuxuan's pupils shrank slightly, "They?"

"It's all my brothers." Ren Shaohua nodded, then threw out the folding fan, easily hitting the weakest part of the "Jianghu", which was the position he agreed with Luo Feiyu. The sword energy in the sky suddenly spread out and a gap appeared.

Ye Buping clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, my son, for opening the way for us."

Ren Shaohua took the folding fan back, waved it again, and stopped everyone.

Lu Zhuxuan said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by your son?"

Ren Shaohua lowered his head slightly and "Stay."

"It seems that the young master means protecting these two demons?" Lu Zhuxuan's eyes chilled.

Ye Buping looked at Ren Shaohua condescendingly, his tone was extremely cold, "Is it up to you?"

"And I." Another willow shirt fell beside Ren Shaohua.

Lu Zhuxuan was stunned, "Miss Liu Er?" Although the visitor was covered in white cloth, his fair face and all the willow shirts were really easy to identify.

"Although the Liu family has retreated from Junshan, Junshan has temporarily been under the jurisdiction of the Liu family." Liu Yili said in a very humble manner, "I will not wait for guests, I hope I will forgive you."

Lu Zhuxuan pulled out the bamboo sword, "It's just a sect that has lost its power! The owner of Liu Da Manor and the Saint of the Sheath Clan have both died in Luoyang. Just because of you, what qualifications do you have to prevent us from going up the mountain!"

"Can I rely on me?" A cold light flashed and the bamboo sword broke.

Liu Yili called out, "Aunt."

Liu Zangyue stood in front of the people of the Jianghu with a sword, "If you have any intention of visiting the Liu family, go to Liuyundu by yourself. Junshan is already deserted and there is nothing to entertain you. If there is, it can only be my sword."

Everyone was shocked.

Everyone knows that the reason why Liuyue Villa became the leading sect in the world back then was not only because of Liu Zangfeng and Lin Huaiman, but also because of Liu Zangyue. It is said that she once knocked back the sword rain of the celestial guards upside down to raise their swords and hung upside down to the lake.

If she had to try her best to block the road, it would be really hard to end.

"Get in." Ren Shaohua suddenly said.

A woman with a touch of cinnabar on her forehead hugged a little boy, nodded to him, and then stepped into the "river and lake".

"Why is she here?" Lu Zhuxuan looked at the broken sword in her hand and gritted her teeth.

Ye Buping narrowed his eyes, "Since she is here, then..."

Mountain outside Junshan, mountain Qingshan.

"Father." Mo Wendong walked up to the top of the mountain and looked at the man standing by the cliff holding a teapot.

The sword ancestor turned his head slightly, "You have suffered a serious injury."

Mo Wendong nodded.

"But you also got what you wanted." Jianzu's pupils shrank slightly.

"But I also paid the greatest price in my life for this. Neither my mother nor those immortals made me pay such a heavy price." Mo Wendong said lightly: "What a respectable opponent.

"But this deal is very cost-effective to you, right? It's so cost-effective that I have to doubt you, what is it for?" Jian Zu suddenly pressed the spout on Mo Wendong's throat.

Mo Wendong's expression remained unchanged, "This is not what my father should consider."

“What should I consider?”

"If you want people to forget the old scars, you can only give them more painful scars." Mo Wendong smiled. "When this new wound is smoothed, people will only focus on licking the traces left by the new wound and venting the torture brought by the new scars everywhere. In this way, this world will forget the pain that the old scars have brought."

"Father, this moment is coming."

"Father, I did not disappoint your expectations." Mo Wendong's smile gradually became crazy, "never."

Jianzu frowned and stabbed the spout.

But it pierced into the blue smoke.

"Dong'er respectfully sends his father to the sword tomb, and he will never wake up again." Mo Wendong's figure disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!