When I was about six years old, it was also such a heavy rain.

That was the first time Lu Yehu taught him to practice knives.

He was soaked in the icy water, his lips were frozen purple, and he raised his eyes to look at the rain, which was pouring down, and even his eyes could only see five meters away.

Such heavy rain, Lu Yu had never seen it.

His breath had long been out of reach, and the icy rain seemed to have accumulated into his bones, and he couldn't help but shiver, but he didn't move.

He was a stubborn and cold kid like a stone.

He looked at Lu Yehu who was leaning against the tree, Lu Yehu didn't move, looked at him silently, didn't call him, and didn't look away.

He wanted to cry loudly, he wanted to eat, he wanted a warm stove, but he saw Lu Yehu's cold eyes and scolded him for being a waste.

He didn't move, gritted his teeth, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop slipping down.

"Are you crying again? Lu Yu, you are really a cowardly child. ”

Lu Yehu finally moved, soared into the air like a roc, arrived in front of Lu Yu, and threw a knife to Lu Yu.

"Draw your sword. If you can't take my sword, you won't have to eat today's dinner. ”

Lu Yu didn't speak, he lowered his head and picked up the knife that was a little cumbersome to him, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Yehu who was holding a wooden sword, his crooked eyes narrowed into a slit in the torrential rain.

The world is white.

The rain is still falling.

Lu Yu stood on the torrential rain with the knife, the cold penetrated the hilt from the blade, and climbed up inch by inch along the fingers and elbows.

Lu Yu felt that he had turned into a piece of ice, and he had lost the hand that held the knife.

Lu Yehu stood on the rain, his body gently undulating against the rain, a wooden sword was held in his hand, and the Ziling wrapped in the sword flew in the wind.

"Where's your knife? Is it in your hands? ”

Lu Yehu asked, his tone as cold as snow.

Lu Yu didn't speak, his lips were already frozen.

"A swordsman's knife should be in his heart. And his sword intent should lie in the consciousness of the moment of life and death, when you face the moment of life and death, you can understand many things. ”

Lu Yehu sneered, "You can hope that my sword can contain the anger on the sword." Otherwise, you'll die. ”

Suddenly, he leapt up, and the rain flew all over the ground.

Volleyed over, and Lu Yehu fell like a thunderbolt with a sword.

There was only one point of the sword, but what was pressed down was like the entire canopy.

Lu Yu felt that he couldn't breathe anymore, he thought that he was really going to die, this was not a sword that a person could contain, even his father who was as powerful as a god.

He wanted to escape, but there was no way to escape.

He tried to draw his sword, but his hand froze.

He wanted to cry, but his voice was choked in his throat and he couldn't shout.

He looked up at the gloomy sky of the capital, and suddenly felt that the sky was so dark, and there was nothing in the dark.

He is the only one in the world.

He finally burst into tears.

The sword qi disappeared suddenly, Lu Yehu did not take out the sword, the wooden sword was still wrapped in Ziling, and he stood under the torrential rain with the sword in his arms.

"Death, in fact, is not terrible at all. It's just lonely so I want to live. Lu Yu, I remember what your grandfather told you, one Lu Yu is comparable to two Lu Ye foxes. You are a boy, and boys are not allowed to cry, even if they die, they cannot cry. ”

Lu Yehu held the sword in his back and slowly disappeared into this chaotic rainstorm.

"Even if you die, you can't cry."

Lu Yu bowed his head silently and came back to his senses from the chaotic thoughts.

"Lu Yehu, did you see it, the current master, he hasn't stopped crying for a long time."

Memories follow thoughts, and they are long and gratuitous, but they are actually just moments.

The fists of the two great grandmasters, like two surging cannonballs, had already arrived in front of Lu Yu.

The shadow of the fist overwhelmed the rain that flew in the sky, and the fist overshadowed the howling wind.

Lu Yu's eyes shrunk into a slit, and he didn't see the pupils, only the whites of his eyes.

It's weird.

His body was trembling, his hands were trembling, and then the Heavenly Cloud Sword he held in his hand was trembling.

This trembling became blazing in an instant.

It's like a leper swinging.

Sword in hand.

Lu Yu let out a long roar, and Xuan He's boiling battle intent erupted between his eyebrows.

Ask God what longevity!

What a question!

The cold blade of the Tiancong Cloud Sword transformed into a brilliant sword light, intertwined into a piece of confusion.

The fist strength of the two great grandmasters fell into this knife net, like mud into the sea.

It became stagnant, obscure, as if frozen.

But this freeze is only in an instant.

After all, the Grandmaster is the Grandmaster, and he instantly realized that this was Lu Yu using their strength to contain each other.

It's a bit like the essence of the Tai Chi sword.

Leverage your strength.

Changing the countermeasures in an instant, no longer using brute force, but using ingenuity, breaking the surface with points, and breaking the intertwined knife net in an instant.

Ask about life!

Ask what joy it is to live!

Ask why it is so painful to die!

Lu Yu's knife style has changed again, and these three knife techniques have been simplified, simple and heavy.

Seeing that the two great masters were about to break out of the sword net, they shrouded the two of them again.

The two great grandmasters burst into tears at the same time, running the innate internal strength in their bodies at full speed, forcibly trying to open the shroud of the sword momentum that Lu Yu suddenly realized.

Tai Chi sword can be borrowed to fight with force, but if the borrowed power is too big, the sword momentum will be broken by itself.

This kind of strange knife technique that the two have never seen is the same.

Ask what it is!

Ask where reincarnation is!

Ask about fate!

Lu Yu's knife posture turned again, and every movement seemed to have a strange rhythm, just a few ordinary movements, but it contained solemnity.

It is not only a sword technique, but a kind of devotion to the high hall.

What is love, where is reincarnation, and fate is safe.

Simple three styles, the way of a swordsman.

Where the road is, although thousands of people go alone!

Good man, for the sake of morality in his heart, he should kill all the way!

Kill him with a river of blood, millions of corpses, water falling out, clouds and rain!

Kill to kill, and break with force.

Lu Yu borrowed the fist strength of the two great masters, his arms were as heavy as lead, and the knife became extremely slow, like a slow-motion movie.

It stands to reason that with such a slow movement, the two grandmasters can dodge in an instant, but in the eyes of others, the two grandmasters are like fools, they don't know how to dodge, they can only hold on and fight hard with Lu Yu.

Born in the game, I only know why.

Their actions have been restrained by Lu Yu, the eight knives in front, each of them, are gathering momentum, brewing, eight knives cut out, they have no ability to withdraw at all.

can only resist the ninth knife that Lu Yu is about to split.

Ask the common people how innocent!

The ninth knife.

This knife, compared with the previous eight knives, does not have the beauty of broken flowers, the calmness of pulling mountains and rivers, and the freedom of eternal sky, which is very common.

Some are just a swordsman's awe of life and compassion for the common people!

An ordinary knife, but it directly split the two grandmasters.

The two joined forces, but they were defeated by this knife.

Because this knife is about the compassion of the common people, which is something they can never understand.

Lu Yu also lost all his strength, knelt on one knee, panting violently, his eyes were black, and he tried to maintain the last bit of consciousness so that he did not faint.

The nine knives he slashed out should be the strongest nine knives he can cut now, combined with all his comprehension of knife techniques, what Spring and Autumn knife techniques, what Daizong is, they are not as good as these nine knives.

With these nine swords, any sword technique in the world is no longer worth mentioning in his eyes.

These nine knives are no longer knife techniques, but knife paths.

It's called Dao Nine Questions!

Lu Yu didn't have the strength to fight again, the two great grandmasters were also seriously injured, and the third grandmaster finally rushed over, bursting into tears, and pounced on Lu Yu, who was more fragile than a baby at the moment.