"Back then, you forced the second senior brother to confront the senior brother, and the second senior brother Li Fengnian was also considered a genius, and his death laid the foundation of the senior brother martial arts sage. Then, you asked me to go down the mountain to fight with the senior brother. Do you want me to win, or do you want me Lu Yu to become the second whetstone of your own son, laying the foundation for him to become an immortal? ”

"But it doesn't matter - I don't care anymore, a calf. Back then, Lu Yehu wasted my martial arts, and I was cornered, but you saved me and paved a road for me that was full of thorns, but it was incomparably broad. also left Wang Zuozhi talents like Wang Xuance and Senior Brother Wang to me. Your kindness to me, I, Lu Changqing, gave up this life, and I can't repay it. Even if you really want me to be a whetstone, I won't hate you. ”

"But Master, when my disciple came to you today, I actually wanted to tell you what was in my heart. Yu'er, I've grown up, and I don't need you to tell me how to go anymore. My Lu Changqing's life is my own, and it is impossible to use it as a whetstone for anyone. Senior brother is very powerful, but I will not give my life to him easily. My own life—"

Lu Yu repeated this sentence.

"My own life, I earn it myself!"

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The next day, before dawn, Lu Yu left Liujiagou.

At noon that day, he arrived from Shenyang to the imperial capital.

Out of the airport, he went straight to Babaoshan Cemetery and found a grave.

It reads "The Tomb of the Dragon Elephant".

Lu Yu knelt directly in front of the tomb.

"Grandpa, unfilial grandson, Changqing has come to see you."

His voice choked.

His eyes were red, and tears could not be contained, and they flowed down.

The boy has tears and doesn't flick.

That's a good thing.

But there is another sentence behind it - just because it has not reached the sad place.

Before Su Tingcheng agreed to marry him, he said this to Su Tingcheng.

In this world, there are only two and a half people, and they treat him sincerely.

Mom is one.

Grandpa is another.

That half is Master Chen Daozang.

It's not that Master treats him badly.

Rather, it is Master's kindness to him, which contains his own purpose.

However, Lu Yu will not hate his master at all, but will only respect him more.

People, who can guarantee that they are not selfish?

Except for blood relatives, who will be good to others for no reason?

Lu Yu is completely understandable.

He won't be so loof, just because the master has his own selfish intentions for his goodness, he will complain.

That's the act of the weak.

He was kicked out of his home at the age of eighteen.

By now, he is almost twenty-four years old.

He hadn't seen his grandfather for six years.

When I finally saw it at this moment, how could I not be excited and guilty?

Tears in the eyes, human nature.

"Grandpa, I came to see you this time to promise you one thing. A year ago, I lost the knife you passed to me, and now I dare to come to see you, just because, my grandson wants to tell you, I will go and get this knife back. ”

After Lu Yu finished speaking, he kowtowed three more times in front of Lu Longxiang's grave, and then got up directly.

Turn and leave.

He's going to find someone.

This man's name is Li Kuafu.

The second senior brother Li Fengnian's younger brother, one of Lu Yehu's three righteous sons.

A year ago, it was this person who snatched the treasure knife passed down to him by his grandfather.

And now, Lu Yu is going to get him back.

Two days later, in a battle with the Three Sages of Kunlun, Lu Yu didn't want to use other knives.

I just want to use this hundred cuts that my grandfather passed to him.

Baiziche is no longer the best knife in his hand.

The best knife should be the clouds of the sky, that is, the grass knife.

But not necessarily the best, but the most suitable.

Lu Yu had a feeling in the dark.

Baiziche was already calling him.

In the shocking battle two days later, Baiziche was not willing to be lonely, and wanted to accompany him to drink the blood of the enemy!

Moreover, the hatred of snatching the knife is not shared.

Today, it's also time for Li Kua's father to pay for his blood debts!

……

Three hours later.

The compound of the Beijing Military Region, the mansion of the Li family.

A tall, handsome young man, with a pale face, a face full of unwillingness, and his eyes were completely incredulous.

He was lying on the ground, with a dagger stuck in his stomach, constantly eating away at his life force.

"Brother Yi, don't struggle. If you exert yourself, your intestines will break, and at that time, the Da Luo Immortals will not be able to save you. ”

In front of him, there stood a young man with a face that could only be regarded as delicate, but his bearing was elegant, like the reincarnation of an immortal.

The two are Li Kuafu and Lu Yu.

It's not like many times before.

This time-

Li Kua's father, lying down.

Lu Yu, standing.

Li Kua's father really stopped struggling.

He clutched his stomach to suppress the blood that was constantly being lost from his body.

Although there are a thousand kinds of disbelief in my heart, and ten thousand kinds of unwillingness—

However, this is the case.

Lu Yu, who he ravaged before, he, in his eyes, is useless when he cries, and has evolved to the point where he can crush him.

He didn't want to die yet.

Then he can't move now.

can only let Lu Yu wantonly humiliate him.

"How...... How can it be! I...... I'm already a sub-saint-level martial artist, and you've just entered the innate half a year ago, how can you beat me? I've been doing penance in the North for half a year! I am so talented, have I been lazy, and there is a martial arts saint like my father-in-law who teaches me by word and deed, I ...... How could I be defeated at your hands? You...... In the eyes of my Li Kua's father, you Lu Changqing are just ants! ”

Li Kua's father shouted.

He couldn't believe that he was defeated, he was actually defeated by Lu Yu, and he was defeated by this ant who had been defeated by him countless times, and he could wantonly ravage and humiliate him!

"Brother Yi, let's be reasonable, now you are lying and I am standing. You still have a knife of mine stuck in your stomach. ”

Lu Yu shrugged: "How can I be an ant?" It's clear that the ants should be you! ”

"No, I don't believe it! You...... What kind of thing are you, Lu Changqing? How can you make such great progress in a few months? I'm Li Kua's father...... How could it be at your hands! ”

Li Kua's father roared.

He was already incoherent.

It can be seen that losing to Lu Yu, he is almost crazy.

"Why are you looking at me like that...... I'm such a genius, what can I do, I'm desperate—"

Lu Yu smiled and picked up the treasure knife that belonged to him from Li Kua's father.

Chrysanthemum one text, 100 children cut!

The blade is still familiar with the curved arc, the knife light is still as white and dazzling as snowflakes, like the coldest moonlight, and the blade is engraved with sixteen chrysanthemums.

Lu Yugang held Baiziche in his hand.

Baiziche hummed softly.

The sixteen chrysanthemums on it are gradually blooming, as if they have come to life.

The knife has a soul of its own!

This Lu Yu understood very early.

And Baiziche's soul has been in line with Lu Yu since Lu Longxiang passed it on to Lu Yu.

From thirteen to twenty-three years old.

Lu Yu has been with this knife for ten years.

Slashed more than a million times.

It has long been a combination of people and knives.

"I'm sorry, it's me who is useless and has wronged you."

Lu Yu looked at Bai Ziche and smiled: "But don't worry, from now on, I will never let you leave me again." I swear. ”

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