"What's on your hand?"

"It's her blood."

"What about her?"

"After the defeat in the battle with me at Yanyu Lake, we went to Loulan. But without her, Burial Sword Villa has been defeated continuously. Soon, everything in Kyushu will be over."

"Amitabha."

"The chaos in the world will eventually turn into a joke. This world of peace and tranquility is finally coming. There will be neither turmoil nor darkness."

That year, the cold mountain was full of greenery at the dawn of spring. Mo Jinshu, who was already over fifty years old, was still like a young man, telling the black-bearded Master Chenkong about his wish. In the spring breeze, he heard the announcement of the end of the sword-making battle.

information.

"Amitabha, thanks to the efforts of Donor Mo, the Qing Dynasty has finally been able to continue intermittently. I wonder what Donor Mo's plans will be in the future?"

"Find a quiet place and drink tea."

He smiled, picked up the ten swords, and headed west.

A year later, it snowed in Gusu. But after the calm and peaceful snow day, it was stormy and rainy.

The hot rain quickly melted the snow.

Some people say that such extreme weather occurs because the immortal is angry.

And the one in the world who can make the immortals in heaven angry because of the human world is probably the only one in the world...

The sky is full of ice and fire.

In Hanshan Temple, a person was kneeling.

It was Mo Jinshu who had been dubbed the "Sword Ancestor". At this moment, he was covered in blood and looked terrifying.

He looked at the long-browed and smiling Buddha in front of him, his voice trembling a little, "Why! Why!"

In this year, Master Chenkong became wrinkled and his beard was as white as snow. He looked at the swordsman who had become famous in Jiuzhou and kept roaring. He felt sad in his heart and chanted the Buddha's name, trying to get rid of the pain.

"The price." Jian Zu suddenly calmed down.

The masculine Master Chenkong suddenly felt cold in his heart.

"Since no one in the world can do what I want, then I will make them pay the price."

Nineteen years ago. Eighteen years ago. The difference was only one year. In this year, the eager hearts of the Qing Dynasty destroyed a kingdom, caused millions of people in foreign lands to be displaced, and also caused the road to be banished to immortals to be blocked.

Ling Jianzu left the world, and his life and death were unclear.

Master Chenkong suddenly opened his eyes. The futon where the man knelt and sat on eighteen years ago was still placed in front of the Buddha statue. The blood stains on it could not be removed no matter how much it was washed, and the man's poisonous oath was still in his ears.

"It must be part of your plan to let him learn the internal skills passed down from the ancestors of the Gongsun Sword Building." Master Chenkong smiled faintly, "Fortune telling is not something that Buddhists should do, but I did it. I hope you will find out in the end.

The truth, don’t blame me.”

"I won't stop you this time. However, if a young man walks into troubled times cleanly, he should come out cleanly."

"I don't want your apprentice to be like you back then."

Master Chenkong's body suddenly shone with golden light, and soon it disintegrated like fine dust. He aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the strength of his character that had stood upright for eighty years began to slowly bend.

The lonely boat on the other side.

Young Master Guzhou frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Although the sun is still shining today, it is a little cold for some reason. Luo Feiyu shuddered and muttered: "Foshan sect members are compassionate, and the ones they hate the most are killers like you. Why do all the monks in Hanshan Temple worship them?"

Are you a distinguished guest?"

Young Master Guzhou said: "Everyone takes what they need."

"To each his own?"

"They need my help to transfer their souls, and I also need their help to transfer their souls." Mr. Guzhou thought for a while and said.

"What do you mean?" Luo Feiyu was confused.

Mr. Gu Zhou did not answer. Luo Feiyu raised his head and followed his gaze. He found that in the distance, a woman wearing a bamboo hat was standing by the lake, waving to the two of them. However, the distance was too far.

From a distance, I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could tell that the woman was wearing clothes from Liuyue Villa.

Liuyue Villa, Liu Yili.

Luo Feiyu put his head in his hands and said lazily: "She comes to see you again."

Mr. Gu Zhou inadvertently wiped his hand on his face, and it turned into another face. After a few steps, he came to Liu Yili.

Mr. Guzhou said slowly: "Miss Yili, you are here."

His tone was devoid of any emotion other than indifference.

Liu Yili nodded and said hesitantly: "Young Master Guzhou."

Mr. Guzhou raised his eyebrows, but his tone was still cold: "I wonder if Miss Yili has brought you what I want?"

"Bring it here." Liu Yili took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Mr. Guzhou.

Mr. Guzhou took the porcelain bottle, opened it and smelled it gently. For a moment, a slightly fishy fragrance filled the air. Luo Feiyu, who was leaning behind a tree not far away, also smelled the fragrance.

He found that the sword behind him couldn't stop trembling, and he suddenly felt a strong desire to draw the sword. He couldn't help but feel doubtful, so he left the tree and looked in the direction of the two of them.

Liu Yili noticed it and looked in Luo Feiyu's direction.

The two looked at each other.

Luo Feiyu suddenly felt an extremely sharp blade striking his pupils, panic arose in his heart, and he froze in place for a moment.

"This is...!" He screamed crazily in his heart.

Liu Yili didn't have much fluctuation, but she was surprised why Luo Feiyu suddenly stopped. However, later, she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw a piece of gold dust brushing against Luo Feiyu and quickly disappeared.

Gone.

Liu Yili said heartily: "Am I dazzled?"

Mr. Guzhou on the side closed the porcelain bottle and looked at Liu Yili. His lips couldn't stop trembling. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Liu Yili turned his head and saluted Mr. Guzhou slightly, his eyes firm, "The things have been delivered, it's time to leave."

Mr. Guzhou lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry to see you off so far. Please go slowly."

Liu Yili turned around and gradually walked away. Mr. Guzhou looked at her back, but finally couldn't hold it in and shouted: "He will never come back again."

Liu Yili tried to turn around, but he controlled it, but he didn't stop and just waved his hand.

Luo Feiyu had just escaped from the stinging feeling and looked at Liu Yili, feeling extremely shocked: "The person Master asked me to find is actually her..."

As for Mr. Guzhou, he still stood there, watching Liu Yili go away, motionless.

Perhaps it was because of the firmness and unyielding expression in Liu Yili's soft eyes when he turned to leave, that he suddenly understood that Liu Yili would never let him go.

Suffering from this "frustration", she will catch him even harder.

The road ahead is long, even if my hair is dyed in the autumn and my body is broken into pieces.

"I miss someone far away in a distant land."

Luo Feiyu came closer and happened to hear Mr. Guzhou reading this poem. He was a little confused, "Your boat is in Gusu, and Liuyue Villa is also in Gusu. You read this poem wrong."

Bar."
Chapter completed!