After a night of sleeplessness, Lu Zhou finally wrote out the "Kunlun Thirteen Swords" completely.

He silently wrote the "Thirteen Swords of Kunlun" again, and Lu Zhou gained a lot from it and understood the way of the sword.

It's just that he hasn't practiced swords for a long time, and even if he knows the way of the sword, there are still many subtleties in the swordsmanship that can't be broken.

The sword is the martial art of genius.

If you can train your sword to the point where you are unparalleled in the world, you must be a genius.

Lu Zhou didn't have the energy and time to pay attention to the mystery of this swordsmanship now, after all, Tongtong's life was still in the hands of others.

The result of a night's work, Lu Zhou looked at the two thick books in front of him.

"Kunlun Thirteen Swords" took Lu Zhou a night, enough to waste his two refills, and write two large books silently.

Holding the two sword books in front of him, Lu Zhou was a little embarrassed.

This is a treasure that he has worked so hard to get from the inheritance of the ancient monuments on the top of the Luoluo Mountain, and now he has to give it away, which is somewhat sad.

Thinking that when he was on the top of the mountain, even if thousands of scattered cultivators came to snatch it, Lu Zhou was not afraid at all and did not share the treasures he got with everyone.

Now, Tongtong is suffering, and Lu Zhou has no choice but to give up the precious "Kunlun Thirteen Swords" in exchange for his daughter's life.

There is only one life for my daughter, and if it is gone, it is really gone.

Lu Zhou understood right and wrong, he looked out the window, the sun had just risen in the east, and the sky was white.

It's not early, Lu Zhou put away the sword book, sorted out his bags and set off.

Before leaving, Lu Zhou always felt that his heart was empty, as if something was missing.

The exterior wall of the villa glowed with white light, and at this dawn, Lu Zhou felt a feeling of loneliness that he had never felt before.

Why he felt this way, Lu Zhou didn't know, but fate had been controlling him in the dark.

It's so lonely!

Loneliness filled Lu Zhou's heart wall, and he was in pain.

He suddenly felt that what was the meaning of his life?

Why did he still live in this world, he should have died when he was on the top of the mountain.

What a simple thing, the sadness in Lu Zhou's heart gushed out like a spring.

He fell to the ground, on the stone slab outside the villa.

The cold stone slab stimulated the flesh of the land boat, and the coldness poured into his body.

Suddenly, Lu Zhou shuddered, trembled, touched the two sword books in his arms, looked at the rising sun slowly rising in the east, and set off.

Central Square, I'm coming!

Don't be afraid, Dad is here to save you!

The sun rises in the east, and a beautiful day arrives as promised.

This world is already beautiful, so why always think about those things that make people unhappy?

Life is in the world, and nine times out of ten, things are unsatisfactory.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

The candidate on the opposite side is in this kind of crowded central square, naturally he will not be in line with Lu Zhou, or he is afraid of Lu Zhou's strength and does not dare to confront Lu Zhou head-on.

In fact, it should be like this, if his strength is above Lu Zhou, why not snatch it, but instead hijack Lu Zhou's daughter Tongtong in exchange for Lu Zhou's "Kunlun Thirteen Swords".

Lu Zhou came to the central square in the center of the city, even though Lu Zhou's feet were fast, but he did not sleep all night, exhausted, when he arrived at the central square, the sky was already bright, and the road was full of pedestrians and vehicles.

"It's half past seven!" Lu Zhou looked at the gold watch on his wrist.

Gold watches?

Only then did Lu Zhou realize that he was still wearing a brand new suit, and the gold watch he was wearing on his wrist had not been removed.

He was so busy that he forgot to change his clothes.

But it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is to wait until the masked gangsters who kidnapped Tongtong show up.

Lu Zhou found a high platform to sit down, he was a little tired, so he sat cross-legged on the high platform, closed his eyes and rested.

Sitting on the high platform, Lu Zhou, who closed his eyes and recuperated his mind, was like a Buddha statue, and everyone was in awe.

Pedestrians passing through the central square would stop to look at the neatly dressed young man, wondering why he was meditating in this place.

In addition to seeing a slight haggard on the young man's face, there was some panic and anxiety.

The waiting time is always painful and always painful.

The masked man had not yet appeared, and there was no childish cry in his ears.

There was no sound at all, only the honking of the cars on the road.

The city was as noisy as ever, but Lu Zhou's heart was very calm.

He can't be impatient anymore, and only if his heart is like water, he won't lose.

The Chosen One, you can't lose!

Lu Zhou's ears twitched slightly, as he heard footsteps.

It was the sound of steady footsteps, not the vain footsteps of those busy in the city going to and from work.

Someone came, and he was still a master, and his light skills were very high.

However, the demon is one foot high and one foot high, the corners of Lu Zhou's mouth are slightly raised, and the person who came is just an ordinary cultivator, even if he is light and wonderful, he is not as good as Lu Zhou.

The footsteps stopped, and Lu Zhou slowly opened his eyes, and there was only one person in front of him.

The person who came was dressed in plain attire, but there was a mask on his face.

The mask was not as terrifying and scary as the Qingluan Protector, but it looked approachable.

The mask is very ordinary, it is usually a child's toy.

"Did you bring the sword spectrum?" the masked cultivator spoke, his voice sounding crisp, not like the deep voice of the phone call yesterday.

Lu Zhou only felt that this voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

No matter who it is, Lu Zhou just wants Tongtong to be safe and sound.

Seeing that there was only one person on the other side, and Tongtong was nowhere to be seen, Lu Zhou did not rush to answer the cultivator's question, but asked, "What about people?"

The cultivator's face twitched under his mask, only to hear him smile slightly: "As long as you hand over the sword book to me, my daughter will naturally return it to you." ”

Who is this person? Why is Lu Zhou so familiar?

Obviously someone he knows!

Lu Zhou frowned and said, "This brother, please take off your mask, I think I should recognize you." ”

The masked cultivator smiled and said, "Brother Lu, don't worry, as long as you give me the sword book, I guarantee that your daughter will return to you safely." ”

"Are you ......" Lu Zhou listened to this familiar voice and said suddenly, "Drifting rocks on the water!"

The cultivator took off his mask and revealed a radiant face, which was indeed Lu Zhou's companion in Luoluo Mountain—the water drifting rockwaves.

At that time, everyone parted ways at the bottom of the mountain, but they didn't expect to meet in this way.

Lu Zhou didn't give Shi Lang a good face, he didn't expect Shi Lang to be such a person.

"Shi Lang, why do you want to kidnap my daughter, I can give you the sword book, but how do you ensure my daughter's safety, I haven't seen her yet. ”

Shi Lang was not in a hurry, only to see him take out his mobile phone from his pocket, and a video was playing on his mobile phone.